Post by robin on Feb 3, 2012 17:47:00 GMT -5
This was to be the first day of the rest of Jackson Payne’s life. It was the night of his very first show in the EUW, and it was a night that could very well end with him as the company’s top dog, although that was certainly not going to be easy. Not prone to introspection, Payne tended not to think, or, if he absolutely had to, he thought out loud for all to hear. However, even this lumbering brute was aware that this would not be an easy task; he thought that it would be difficult. The EUW was a fed with a history of strong competitors and Payne, unaware of the real reason behind his hiring was here to etch his name into the company’s history alongside the great names of Oblivion, Meltdown and Xplode.
Payne knew precious little beyond the fact that tonight he was taking part in a tournament to become the new EUW World Champion and that his first-round opponent was a man by the name of “Burrows”. Payne, having come to terms with this as his shot at the big leagues was going to take things seriously and do a little planning. The first thing to do was to find out who his opponent was. Not who, he knew their name, but what kind of a guy was this Burrows character? Was he a fellow newcomer, or a veteran? Was he a brawler, or a submission wrestler? Was he tall or short? In truth, this wouldn’t affect Payne’s strategy of clobbering things until they could no longer stand, but it still seemed like scouting out his opponent would be a worthwhile task.
“Hey you, kid, where the fuck is Burrows’ dressin’ room?”
“What?”
“You fuckin’ heard me. Burrows. My opponent. Where’s his room, you little shit? I wanna have a friendly chat with him ahead of my match.”
“You want to talk to him?”
“Yeah.”
“HIM? Burrows?”
Patience was not a virtue that Payne was in possession of, and at the persistent questioning of the stage hand, Payne decided he had had enough. Grabbing the young man by the collar of his shirt and hoisting him into the air, pressing him against the narrow corridor wall and leaning forwards, his face up close against the stage hand’s, he continued,
“Yeah, you got wax in your ears you filthy little scrote? I wanna talk to Burrows.”
Payne was too close to the stage hand for him to act smart now, the stench was over-powering and he could see each individual bead of sweat forming on his forehead now, the foul stench of rotten meat on his breath washed over the assistant like a wave, powerful enough to almost knock him out. Shuddering in a deep-rooted guttural disgust, he only now realised just how yellow Jackson Payne’s teeth were as he bared them at him.
“Where is he? I’m not fuckin’ around round here!”
Swallowing hard as Payne barked his demands, mostly down to the foul smell that accompanied the opening of Payne’s mouth, the stage hand struggled to keep down his own lunch, noting that Payne’s breath suggested that he really did feast on the rotting carcasses of animals, no doubt slain by his own breath and left to mature in the sun for a few weeks before consumption.
“Burrows’ room is at the back of the arena… You head to the stage, then left and past the canteen, then you’ll see it… It’s next to the emergency exit…”
“That wasn’t hard was it? Fucker.”
With that, Payne snarled once more, forcing the stage hand to endure another blast of noxious breath, before letting go and allowing him to drop to the floor, clutching at his neck and shirt collar, trying to breath, only to find that Payne had turned around and he was now up close and personal with his ass. Not a place that any normal person would ever want to find themselves.
“Thanks for your help, pal, here’s something to remember me by.”
With that, Payne gave guttural roar, which is to say that he passed wind. A lot of it. Laughing, Payne moved away and headed down the corridor as the assistant was left stunned by his actions, before Payne’s parting gift began to make itself known. Coughing, and struggling not to retch, he got to his feet and quickly moved away from the area, holding both hands over his mouth. Payne turned to see him run away,
“Whoo-wee, boy! That one was ripe, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!”
Emerging from the corridor, Payne followed the path along the back of the seating towards the rear of the stage, finding his way into the warren of doors and corridors, the back of the stage proving to be a maze. Uncharted territory, but Payne wasn’t bothered, he just kept marching in a straight line, ignoring any side corridors or doors, seeking out the canteen that the stage hand had mentioned. A quick sniff of the air revealed the scent of sausages cooking and Payne smiled, heading towards them.
“I’d love some hot, greasy right sausage about now!”
“Excuse me?”
Payne turned to see a girl stood a few foot behind him, she was very slender, with small breasts and generally small features, carrying a clipboard, with a set of headphones around her neck. Her dark hair hung long down her back and her bangs framed her face as she adjusted her glasses.
“Wasn’t talkin’ to you, doll and you’re not my type, but I might not say no if you ask nicely.”
“What?”
“You heard me, sweetheart; I know you want some of this. I can see it in your eyes, so there’s no point lying about it now.”
At this, Payne breathed in a little, which did nothing to improve the way he looked and only served to colour his cheeks a darker red as he held his breath, winking at the poor girl.
“Ugh. Freak!”
She grimaced and turned away, moving far quicker than she needed to, desperate to put as much distance between herself and this would-be Romeo as possible.
“Yeah, baby, you like it freaky. We know you’re down for some Payne in the bedroom!”
She was too far away for Payne to see her raise her middle finger at him, but he didn’t care, the smell of sausages was now joined by the smell of more meat, probably burgers. The canteen was calling him, and Payne was not going to let this call go unanswered.
Continuing towards the smell, Payne found himself in the EUW canteen for the night, heading straight for the serving bar, grabbing a tray and bypassing the salad bar entirely before making a dash for the meats and deep-fried goods.
“Can I help you sir?”
“Yeah, gimme some of that sausage and those burgers too. And a load of fries and some of those chicken legs and them fried onions too, gotta eat my fuckin’ veggies.”
The server blinked and paused just long enough to frustrate Payne.
“Fuck, man, just gimme it all! Don’t be stingy now, I’m not on a shitty diet here.”
A look of panic flitted across the server’s face as he quickly set about piling up a plate with as much junk food as possible, sliding it over the counter towards Payne whose eyes widened at the mountain of food as he grabbed at it with both hands. Somehow, despite his clumsy nature, Payne was able to spin around and descend upon a table with enough grace and dexterity not to drop any food. Grabbing a carton of barbecue sauce, Payne coated his food in a layer of sticky-sweet brown ooze, salivating as he gazed upon his one-man feast.
“Aw yeah, this is gonna be fuckin’ awesome. Meat! And lots of it!”
Payne wasted no more time, diving in with both hands and grabbing a burger with his left, and a handful of fries with his right, shovelling both into his mouth and wolfing them down at pace. Truly, meal-times were the fastest that Jackson Payne ever moved, to the point that the rate at which he gulped down sausage after nugget after burger after fries left onlookers wondering if this man even chewed or tasted his food, or if he just opened his throat and poured it inside.
Either way, the plate of food was quickly reduced to little more than a pile of chicken bones as Jackson Payne sat back and gave a satisfied burp, before proceeding to lick each of his fingers and thumbs individually, sucking any remaining sauce from them with surprising vigour. Remember your mother telling you not to put things in your mouth because you never knew where they had been? She didn’t mean that if you knew where they had been that you could put them in your mouth. Payne knew exactly where his hands had been, a fact that should have deterred him but he simply did not care about it.
Staggering to his feet, Payne set off out of the canteen, swaying slightly, his foot steps more like lurching stabs at the floor rather than any semblance of normally walking, only to find his exit blocked by a member of the canteen staff.
“Sir, you haven’t paid for your food.”
“What the fuck do you mean? I’m Jackson F. Payne, son, I don’t pay for food, you should be paying me for visiting this piece of shit and choking down your filth!”
“Be that as it may, sir, I can’t allow you to leave without paying for food.”
“Oh, really? Well, I must have lost my wallet somewhere, so I guess you’ll have to let me go and find it first. What bad luck, to lose my fuckin’ wallet!”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Just step aside, shitty kid, and no-one has to get hurt. Got it?”
The young man held his resolve and narrowed his eyes, speaking directly to Payne now, his muscles tensing to show a surprisingly athletic build beneath his uniform.
“You won’t return. So why don’t we just call the police down here? I’m sure they’ll be more than happy to find your wallet for you.”
“The pigs?”
Irony, thy name is Payne.
“Yeah, they’re already here on security detail, I’m sure they could spare a man or two to find the wallet of someone as important as yourself…”
The kid smirked, he had Payne on the ropes and he knew it. Payne was now sweating profusely and any shade of arrogance that had been a part of his dominant bullying persona earlier had now vanished completely. He looked frightened, and rightly so, the police were the last thing he needed to see right now.
“Hey, uh, look! I found it!”
The boy rolled his eyes as Payne produced a tattered leather wallet from his jeans.
“Lookie here! My wallet! It was in the other pocket! I never put it there, man, look at us getting’ all serious about this. It’s funny! Ha-hah!”
“Just pay us what you owe, sir, and we’ll let you be on your way. That comes to $72.33 for everything.”
Grumbling, Payne pulled out some notes and passed them to the kid who bowed his head and stepped aside as Payne waddled out into the hallway, his face like thunder.
“That flashy bastard kid, who does he fuckin’ think he is? I won’t forget his face, and when I’m the champ he’s going to be in real trouble if he pulls that sorta shit again!”
Grumbling, Payne continued along the corridor, finding himself stood outside of an interesting looking door all by chance. He took a moment to study the door and nodded to himself, rubbing his hands together with glee.
“Burrows… This is it.”
Payne stepped back and pulled his sleeves up, taking a deep breath before bellowing at the door in his loudest voice;
“BURROWS!”
No response. Payne reared back and yelled again.
“BURROWS!”
Still no response, Payne began breathing more heavily as he leant forwards and smashed both fists against the door, shaking it in its frame and shouting again.
“BURROWS! GET OUT HERE YOU BASTARD!”
Slamming his fists against the door again, Payne gave a frustrated yell, having had no response and turning around to slump against the door. Payne slid down the front of the door, sitting in a heap at the bottom with his back against the door, sighing.
“Damn it.”
Huffing, Payne sat back, his arms resting in his lap, his legs splayed out in front of him.
“The flashy bastard must be off training somewhere. I’ll find him instead… And beat the shit out of him before our match. Ha-hah! This win is guaranteed!”
Slapping his sweaty, grubby palms together, Payne rose to his feet with a grin, his resolve now steeled by a reminder of his own plan for winning the EUW World Championship in his first match.
“Ha-hah! I’m the greatest; this guy won’t know what hit him!”
Payne smiled as he surveyed the corridors, looking for somewhere to go.
“Fuck, I’m lost. I can’t go back to the canteen again. This place is like a shitty maze.”
As he began to grumble, a young girl with long blonde hair appeared from around the corner, carrying a small bag with her. She walked towards Payne and stopped as he blocked the corridor. She looked at Payne with a mixture of repulsion and pity for a brief second but quickly changed to a polite smile as she realised he was looking at her in return.
“E-excuse me.”
Payne leant back against the door, beckoning the girl to pass through the corridor. Instead, she stood her ground and repeated herself.
“Excuse me; I need to go into the room behind you.”
Payne blinked and stepped aside as the girl unlocked the door and stepped in. He peered into the room, looking to see if Burrows was present, but the girl promptly slammed the door shut behind her, leaving Payne with little more than a bruised nose for his efforts. He had seen nothing of the room, and had no further clues as to where Burrows would be, but one thing was clear; he had good taste in women, even if they were a bit lacking in the way of personality, and wore bit much in the way of clothing.
“That flashy bastard and his beautiful woman! I’ll bet he’s a good looking piece of shit, I’m gonna enjoy re-working that face of his. He’ll look a lot less pretty when I’m done with him and then his girl will be my girl and she’ll start actin’ like a real woman and not like some fuckin’ librarian all quiet and covered up. When she’s on the arm of a real man, she’ll finally be a real woman instead of some fruity piece of arm candy!”
Payne heard the door creaking open at this stage and turned to see the blonde stood behind it, staring at him now, looking ever so slightly annoyed.
“Sir, you’re being mighty loud, could you please leave me in peace?”
“Sorry sweet-cakes, I didn’t mean to trouble you, but that Burrows has got a whole world of sufferin’ about to rain down on him. I hope you’ll be at ringside to see up close and personal what a real man’s like.”
“You’re Jackson Payne?”
“Seems my name’s already shakin’ this place up. Yeah, I’m Jackson F. Payne, but you can call me whatever you like, baby. Although I’m gonna have to take out your boyfriend first, he’s trash though and you need a real man, you know what I mean?”
“A real man? If you’re talkin’ about yourself then I think I’ll have to decline.”
“We’ll see about that. You’re gonna change your mind once you see me in action, baby, you’re in for a treat.”
“Please just leave now.”
Payne failed to notice the visible shuddering, or the way that the blonde girl tucked her shoulders in and generally attempted to shield herself from the revolting image of, well, anything involving Payne. She clearly didn’t share his enthusiasm for his proposed plans for the latter parts of the night. What he did notice was that she had shut the door again and with a harrumph, Payne turned and set off down the corridor.
“That bitch! Maybe she won’t enjoy tonight at all, but I will. I can’t get wait to get my hands on that little lady, I’m gonna give her a good squeezin’ and show her what it’s like to lie on top of a real man. Ha-hah!”
Payne stopped in the corridor and wiped his sweaty brow with the palm of his hand, leaning against the wall.
“I’m going to be busy. First this Burrows guy that I know nothing about then someone else I know even less about! At least I get to watch their match before I fight them. I’ll just have to hope they get destroyed, but somehow win. Saves me doing the job myself. This Burrows is going to be the biggest fuck because he’ll be fresh and keen to win but he’s gonna have to overcome my power and that ain’t fuckin’ happening!”
Payne puffed up his chest and nodded resolutely.
“That flashy bastard won’t even realise he’s in a wrestlin’ match ‘til he’s down on the mat and I’m pinnin’ him for three. That way I can save my energy for later on, while he lies on his back and watches me bumpin’ ugly with his bitty. Heh. Hehehehe. I’ll bet she’s a feisty one, all quiet on the outside and a fuckin’ whore in the bedroom. Hehehehe, I’m gonna have fun with her and Burrows ain’t gonna do shit to stop me once I beat the crap outta him. Ha-hah! Maybe I’ll take a photo of her in the bedroom and send it to the guy, I’m sure he’d get a kick outta that.”
Payne had walked too far and had come to an exit. Undeterred, he kicked it open and stepped out into the cool evening air as it slammed shut behind him. Payne then proceeded to pull a small silver box from his jacket, opening it; he removed a small piece of paper and set about rolling himself a cigarette. Placing it between his lips and igniting the end, Payne slumped against the arena wall as he took a few drags, staring up at the sky.
“This is the fuckin’ jackpot. Beat Burrows, then crush the second guy and the third guy and I’m good. I don’t know who those guys will be and it’s not worth tryin’ to fuckin’ guess, so I’ll just watch ‘em wrestlin’ later and then decide how to beat ‘em. Burrows is different though. I know this guy, he’s some flashy shit that loves to show off about his good lucks and his pretty, pretty girlfriend an’ I’m not gonna let him. Smug motherfuck is gonna learn that Jackson Payne is serious about wrestlin’ and even more serious about winnin’. I’m gonna make sure that he goes home disappointed tonight.
Fucker probably thinks he’s got the easy fight, goin’ against a guy like me that’s new to this joint, but that’s my style. That’s my advantage. He doesn’t know jack shit about the Payne, but I know him, yeah, I feel like I’ve fuckin’ seen his entire life. I’m gonna tear him a new one tonight and laugh whilst his precious fuckin’ world crumbles down around him. He won’t know what hit him when I’m done. Shitty show off flashy bastard type of guy that he is, he’ll never admit it but I’m gonna enjoy seein’ that look of fear in his eyes when we first stare each other down in that ring. Maybe his bitch is gonna pass on the news that Payne is here an’ he’s here to fight. Gonna beat the shit outta that punk and then probably do the same to his bitch between the sheets. Ha-hah!
Tonight’s gonna be wild! EUW ain’t gonna know shit ‘bout what’s goin’ on when I’m rapin’ everything in sight. But they’ll know all about me when I’m the fucking champion, fuck yeah! Ha-hah! Here comes the Payne!”
Payne turned to head inside, finding that the door could only be opened from the inside.
“Well this is fuckin’ great. Let me in, fucker!”
Payne began kicking and punching the door, trying to open it, but its superior craftsmanship proved to be more than capable of withstanding his efforts. Dejected, pain sighed and stomped off for the main entrance one more. It looked like he would just have to wait until the match to meet his opponent…
Payne knew precious little beyond the fact that tonight he was taking part in a tournament to become the new EUW World Champion and that his first-round opponent was a man by the name of “Burrows”. Payne, having come to terms with this as his shot at the big leagues was going to take things seriously and do a little planning. The first thing to do was to find out who his opponent was. Not who, he knew their name, but what kind of a guy was this Burrows character? Was he a fellow newcomer, or a veteran? Was he a brawler, or a submission wrestler? Was he tall or short? In truth, this wouldn’t affect Payne’s strategy of clobbering things until they could no longer stand, but it still seemed like scouting out his opponent would be a worthwhile task.
“Hey you, kid, where the fuck is Burrows’ dressin’ room?”
“What?”
“You fuckin’ heard me. Burrows. My opponent. Where’s his room, you little shit? I wanna have a friendly chat with him ahead of my match.”
“You want to talk to him?”
“Yeah.”
“HIM? Burrows?”
Patience was not a virtue that Payne was in possession of, and at the persistent questioning of the stage hand, Payne decided he had had enough. Grabbing the young man by the collar of his shirt and hoisting him into the air, pressing him against the narrow corridor wall and leaning forwards, his face up close against the stage hand’s, he continued,
“Yeah, you got wax in your ears you filthy little scrote? I wanna talk to Burrows.”
Payne was too close to the stage hand for him to act smart now, the stench was over-powering and he could see each individual bead of sweat forming on his forehead now, the foul stench of rotten meat on his breath washed over the assistant like a wave, powerful enough to almost knock him out. Shuddering in a deep-rooted guttural disgust, he only now realised just how yellow Jackson Payne’s teeth were as he bared them at him.
“Where is he? I’m not fuckin’ around round here!”
Swallowing hard as Payne barked his demands, mostly down to the foul smell that accompanied the opening of Payne’s mouth, the stage hand struggled to keep down his own lunch, noting that Payne’s breath suggested that he really did feast on the rotting carcasses of animals, no doubt slain by his own breath and left to mature in the sun for a few weeks before consumption.
“Burrows’ room is at the back of the arena… You head to the stage, then left and past the canteen, then you’ll see it… It’s next to the emergency exit…”
“That wasn’t hard was it? Fucker.”
With that, Payne snarled once more, forcing the stage hand to endure another blast of noxious breath, before letting go and allowing him to drop to the floor, clutching at his neck and shirt collar, trying to breath, only to find that Payne had turned around and he was now up close and personal with his ass. Not a place that any normal person would ever want to find themselves.
“Thanks for your help, pal, here’s something to remember me by.”
With that, Payne gave guttural roar, which is to say that he passed wind. A lot of it. Laughing, Payne moved away and headed down the corridor as the assistant was left stunned by his actions, before Payne’s parting gift began to make itself known. Coughing, and struggling not to retch, he got to his feet and quickly moved away from the area, holding both hands over his mouth. Payne turned to see him run away,
“Whoo-wee, boy! That one was ripe, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!”
Emerging from the corridor, Payne followed the path along the back of the seating towards the rear of the stage, finding his way into the warren of doors and corridors, the back of the stage proving to be a maze. Uncharted territory, but Payne wasn’t bothered, he just kept marching in a straight line, ignoring any side corridors or doors, seeking out the canteen that the stage hand had mentioned. A quick sniff of the air revealed the scent of sausages cooking and Payne smiled, heading towards them.
“I’d love some hot, greasy right sausage about now!”
“Excuse me?”
Payne turned to see a girl stood a few foot behind him, she was very slender, with small breasts and generally small features, carrying a clipboard, with a set of headphones around her neck. Her dark hair hung long down her back and her bangs framed her face as she adjusted her glasses.
“Wasn’t talkin’ to you, doll and you’re not my type, but I might not say no if you ask nicely.”
“What?”
“You heard me, sweetheart; I know you want some of this. I can see it in your eyes, so there’s no point lying about it now.”
At this, Payne breathed in a little, which did nothing to improve the way he looked and only served to colour his cheeks a darker red as he held his breath, winking at the poor girl.
“Ugh. Freak!”
She grimaced and turned away, moving far quicker than she needed to, desperate to put as much distance between herself and this would-be Romeo as possible.
“Yeah, baby, you like it freaky. We know you’re down for some Payne in the bedroom!”
She was too far away for Payne to see her raise her middle finger at him, but he didn’t care, the smell of sausages was now joined by the smell of more meat, probably burgers. The canteen was calling him, and Payne was not going to let this call go unanswered.
Continuing towards the smell, Payne found himself in the EUW canteen for the night, heading straight for the serving bar, grabbing a tray and bypassing the salad bar entirely before making a dash for the meats and deep-fried goods.
“Can I help you sir?”
“Yeah, gimme some of that sausage and those burgers too. And a load of fries and some of those chicken legs and them fried onions too, gotta eat my fuckin’ veggies.”
The server blinked and paused just long enough to frustrate Payne.
“Fuck, man, just gimme it all! Don’t be stingy now, I’m not on a shitty diet here.”
A look of panic flitted across the server’s face as he quickly set about piling up a plate with as much junk food as possible, sliding it over the counter towards Payne whose eyes widened at the mountain of food as he grabbed at it with both hands. Somehow, despite his clumsy nature, Payne was able to spin around and descend upon a table with enough grace and dexterity not to drop any food. Grabbing a carton of barbecue sauce, Payne coated his food in a layer of sticky-sweet brown ooze, salivating as he gazed upon his one-man feast.
“Aw yeah, this is gonna be fuckin’ awesome. Meat! And lots of it!”
Payne wasted no more time, diving in with both hands and grabbing a burger with his left, and a handful of fries with his right, shovelling both into his mouth and wolfing them down at pace. Truly, meal-times were the fastest that Jackson Payne ever moved, to the point that the rate at which he gulped down sausage after nugget after burger after fries left onlookers wondering if this man even chewed or tasted his food, or if he just opened his throat and poured it inside.
Either way, the plate of food was quickly reduced to little more than a pile of chicken bones as Jackson Payne sat back and gave a satisfied burp, before proceeding to lick each of his fingers and thumbs individually, sucking any remaining sauce from them with surprising vigour. Remember your mother telling you not to put things in your mouth because you never knew where they had been? She didn’t mean that if you knew where they had been that you could put them in your mouth. Payne knew exactly where his hands had been, a fact that should have deterred him but he simply did not care about it.
Staggering to his feet, Payne set off out of the canteen, swaying slightly, his foot steps more like lurching stabs at the floor rather than any semblance of normally walking, only to find his exit blocked by a member of the canteen staff.
“Sir, you haven’t paid for your food.”
“What the fuck do you mean? I’m Jackson F. Payne, son, I don’t pay for food, you should be paying me for visiting this piece of shit and choking down your filth!”
“Be that as it may, sir, I can’t allow you to leave without paying for food.”
“Oh, really? Well, I must have lost my wallet somewhere, so I guess you’ll have to let me go and find it first. What bad luck, to lose my fuckin’ wallet!”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Just step aside, shitty kid, and no-one has to get hurt. Got it?”
The young man held his resolve and narrowed his eyes, speaking directly to Payne now, his muscles tensing to show a surprisingly athletic build beneath his uniform.
“You won’t return. So why don’t we just call the police down here? I’m sure they’ll be more than happy to find your wallet for you.”
“The pigs?”
Irony, thy name is Payne.
“Yeah, they’re already here on security detail, I’m sure they could spare a man or two to find the wallet of someone as important as yourself…”
The kid smirked, he had Payne on the ropes and he knew it. Payne was now sweating profusely and any shade of arrogance that had been a part of his dominant bullying persona earlier had now vanished completely. He looked frightened, and rightly so, the police were the last thing he needed to see right now.
“Hey, uh, look! I found it!”
The boy rolled his eyes as Payne produced a tattered leather wallet from his jeans.
“Lookie here! My wallet! It was in the other pocket! I never put it there, man, look at us getting’ all serious about this. It’s funny! Ha-hah!”
“Just pay us what you owe, sir, and we’ll let you be on your way. That comes to $72.33 for everything.”
Grumbling, Payne pulled out some notes and passed them to the kid who bowed his head and stepped aside as Payne waddled out into the hallway, his face like thunder.
“That flashy bastard kid, who does he fuckin’ think he is? I won’t forget his face, and when I’m the champ he’s going to be in real trouble if he pulls that sorta shit again!”
Grumbling, Payne continued along the corridor, finding himself stood outside of an interesting looking door all by chance. He took a moment to study the door and nodded to himself, rubbing his hands together with glee.
“Burrows… This is it.”
Payne stepped back and pulled his sleeves up, taking a deep breath before bellowing at the door in his loudest voice;
“BURROWS!”
No response. Payne reared back and yelled again.
“BURROWS!”
Still no response, Payne began breathing more heavily as he leant forwards and smashed both fists against the door, shaking it in its frame and shouting again.
“BURROWS! GET OUT HERE YOU BASTARD!”
Slamming his fists against the door again, Payne gave a frustrated yell, having had no response and turning around to slump against the door. Payne slid down the front of the door, sitting in a heap at the bottom with his back against the door, sighing.
“Damn it.”
Huffing, Payne sat back, his arms resting in his lap, his legs splayed out in front of him.
“The flashy bastard must be off training somewhere. I’ll find him instead… And beat the shit out of him before our match. Ha-hah! This win is guaranteed!”
Slapping his sweaty, grubby palms together, Payne rose to his feet with a grin, his resolve now steeled by a reminder of his own plan for winning the EUW World Championship in his first match.
“Ha-hah! I’m the greatest; this guy won’t know what hit him!”
Payne smiled as he surveyed the corridors, looking for somewhere to go.
“Fuck, I’m lost. I can’t go back to the canteen again. This place is like a shitty maze.”
As he began to grumble, a young girl with long blonde hair appeared from around the corner, carrying a small bag with her. She walked towards Payne and stopped as he blocked the corridor. She looked at Payne with a mixture of repulsion and pity for a brief second but quickly changed to a polite smile as she realised he was looking at her in return.
“E-excuse me.”
Payne leant back against the door, beckoning the girl to pass through the corridor. Instead, she stood her ground and repeated herself.
“Excuse me; I need to go into the room behind you.”
Payne blinked and stepped aside as the girl unlocked the door and stepped in. He peered into the room, looking to see if Burrows was present, but the girl promptly slammed the door shut behind her, leaving Payne with little more than a bruised nose for his efforts. He had seen nothing of the room, and had no further clues as to where Burrows would be, but one thing was clear; he had good taste in women, even if they were a bit lacking in the way of personality, and wore bit much in the way of clothing.
“That flashy bastard and his beautiful woman! I’ll bet he’s a good looking piece of shit, I’m gonna enjoy re-working that face of his. He’ll look a lot less pretty when I’m done with him and then his girl will be my girl and she’ll start actin’ like a real woman and not like some fuckin’ librarian all quiet and covered up. When she’s on the arm of a real man, she’ll finally be a real woman instead of some fruity piece of arm candy!”
Payne heard the door creaking open at this stage and turned to see the blonde stood behind it, staring at him now, looking ever so slightly annoyed.
“Sir, you’re being mighty loud, could you please leave me in peace?”
“Sorry sweet-cakes, I didn’t mean to trouble you, but that Burrows has got a whole world of sufferin’ about to rain down on him. I hope you’ll be at ringside to see up close and personal what a real man’s like.”
“You’re Jackson Payne?”
“Seems my name’s already shakin’ this place up. Yeah, I’m Jackson F. Payne, but you can call me whatever you like, baby. Although I’m gonna have to take out your boyfriend first, he’s trash though and you need a real man, you know what I mean?”
“A real man? If you’re talkin’ about yourself then I think I’ll have to decline.”
“We’ll see about that. You’re gonna change your mind once you see me in action, baby, you’re in for a treat.”
“Please just leave now.”
Payne failed to notice the visible shuddering, or the way that the blonde girl tucked her shoulders in and generally attempted to shield herself from the revolting image of, well, anything involving Payne. She clearly didn’t share his enthusiasm for his proposed plans for the latter parts of the night. What he did notice was that she had shut the door again and with a harrumph, Payne turned and set off down the corridor.
“That bitch! Maybe she won’t enjoy tonight at all, but I will. I can’t get wait to get my hands on that little lady, I’m gonna give her a good squeezin’ and show her what it’s like to lie on top of a real man. Ha-hah!”
Payne stopped in the corridor and wiped his sweaty brow with the palm of his hand, leaning against the wall.
“I’m going to be busy. First this Burrows guy that I know nothing about then someone else I know even less about! At least I get to watch their match before I fight them. I’ll just have to hope they get destroyed, but somehow win. Saves me doing the job myself. This Burrows is going to be the biggest fuck because he’ll be fresh and keen to win but he’s gonna have to overcome my power and that ain’t fuckin’ happening!”
Payne puffed up his chest and nodded resolutely.
“That flashy bastard won’t even realise he’s in a wrestlin’ match ‘til he’s down on the mat and I’m pinnin’ him for three. That way I can save my energy for later on, while he lies on his back and watches me bumpin’ ugly with his bitty. Heh. Hehehehe. I’ll bet she’s a feisty one, all quiet on the outside and a fuckin’ whore in the bedroom. Hehehehe, I’m gonna have fun with her and Burrows ain’t gonna do shit to stop me once I beat the crap outta him. Ha-hah! Maybe I’ll take a photo of her in the bedroom and send it to the guy, I’m sure he’d get a kick outta that.”
Payne had walked too far and had come to an exit. Undeterred, he kicked it open and stepped out into the cool evening air as it slammed shut behind him. Payne then proceeded to pull a small silver box from his jacket, opening it; he removed a small piece of paper and set about rolling himself a cigarette. Placing it between his lips and igniting the end, Payne slumped against the arena wall as he took a few drags, staring up at the sky.
“This is the fuckin’ jackpot. Beat Burrows, then crush the second guy and the third guy and I’m good. I don’t know who those guys will be and it’s not worth tryin’ to fuckin’ guess, so I’ll just watch ‘em wrestlin’ later and then decide how to beat ‘em. Burrows is different though. I know this guy, he’s some flashy shit that loves to show off about his good lucks and his pretty, pretty girlfriend an’ I’m not gonna let him. Smug motherfuck is gonna learn that Jackson Payne is serious about wrestlin’ and even more serious about winnin’. I’m gonna make sure that he goes home disappointed tonight.
Fucker probably thinks he’s got the easy fight, goin’ against a guy like me that’s new to this joint, but that’s my style. That’s my advantage. He doesn’t know jack shit about the Payne, but I know him, yeah, I feel like I’ve fuckin’ seen his entire life. I’m gonna tear him a new one tonight and laugh whilst his precious fuckin’ world crumbles down around him. He won’t know what hit him when I’m done. Shitty show off flashy bastard type of guy that he is, he’ll never admit it but I’m gonna enjoy seein’ that look of fear in his eyes when we first stare each other down in that ring. Maybe his bitch is gonna pass on the news that Payne is here an’ he’s here to fight. Gonna beat the shit outta that punk and then probably do the same to his bitch between the sheets. Ha-hah!
Tonight’s gonna be wild! EUW ain’t gonna know shit ‘bout what’s goin’ on when I’m rapin’ everything in sight. But they’ll know all about me when I’m the fucking champion, fuck yeah! Ha-hah! Here comes the Payne!”
Payne turned to head inside, finding that the door could only be opened from the inside.
“Well this is fuckin’ great. Let me in, fucker!”
Payne began kicking and punching the door, trying to open it, but its superior craftsmanship proved to be more than capable of withstanding his efforts. Dejected, pain sighed and stomped off for the main entrance one more. It looked like he would just have to wait until the match to meet his opponent…