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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 23 2009, 01:41 AM (326 Views) | |
| Jon | Feb 23 2009, 01:41 AM Post #1 |
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[The heavy, secure door slams shut, the final portal passed as Matt Payne exits the sterile confines of Clark County Detention Center. Looking like only a man who just spent a couple of nights behind bars can look, Payne cuts a large but disheveled form with his unkempt hair, several days of facial growth, and a dress suit and shirt that probably looked pretty good at the night club a couple of days previous. He casts a bitter scowl in the direction of a detention officer who leaves him with some unheard words. Eying the plastic bag of belongings that hangs in his grasp, he looks up with gritted teeth... To see a rather familiar, bright white smile waiting for him several meters ahead. In a dress suit of his own, black over an open-collar blue button-down shirt, and with brown hair neatly gelled in place, the smile belongs to none other than one of the greatest pro wrestling managers of our time, and favored son of Vegas. Chris Wheeling!] Wheeling: How’ve you been, Matt? Long time no— Payne: Shut the fuck up, Chris. I don’t wanna hear it. [Payne brushes sullenly past his own former manager, who smirks slightly at his passing.] Wheeling: You might want to reconsider that, for the one guy that was good enough to bail your ass out of jail. [Payne stops, turning that glower back around.] Payne: You was the only guy I knew to call, Chris. Don’t mean we’re near close to even. [Payne continues on, heading outside into the bright Vegas morning. Wheeling follows, close behind.] Wheeling: Oh, come on, Matt, that’s a little unfair. And you’re welcome, by the way. I’m glad you called me, I’ve always been there for you, you know. Even when it— Payne: Even when it what, Chris? Even when it looked a whole lot like you left me fucking hanging, when your poster boy blew his million-dollar knee out? You know how bad they screwed me over in the freakin’ VXW? Wheeling: I’m sorry I couldn’t help you then, Matt. I had other things going on. But I think I can help you now. Payne: You wanna help me? How about you get these freakin’ charges off’a me? You know this whole thing is bullshit, right? [Wheeling furrows his brow.] Wheeling: What do you mean? Payne: It’s fucking bullshit, man. The whole goddamn thing. Those three little bitches whose asses I whipped, they was baiting me all freakin’ night. Wheeling: You mean... wait, you think it was a setup? Payne: Yeah, damn right it was a setup. An’ I’ve had plenty of freakin’ time to think about it. Those guys was looking for me from the start, Chris. And they was looking for an ass-kicking too. In the end, I had to give it to ‘em, but they had it fucking coming. Wheeling: But who’d you think would do something like that? I mean— Payne: Who’d you think? Either fucking Kennedy or Stevie Porter. One of them two, it had to be. Who won this damn thing anyway? Cyclops? Wheeling: No, you... you don’t want to know. [Payne shakes his head, and lets out an unpleasant growl.] Payne: Jesus Chris. Fuckin’ figures my day’d get even worse. This is bullshit, man. Them two lil’ bitches, knew they couldn’t take me. KNEW they couldn’t take Matt Payne. Had to be one of them, right? And you can bet your ass I’m gonna find out who the hell it was too. Wheeling: You can do what you want, of course. But maybe we should just look at moving forward, looking at— Payne: Moving forward?? How am I moving forward, Chris? This was it, this was my fucking ticket outta here, and one of those bastards took it away from me. Wheeling: There are other opportunities, Matt. Always other opportunities. Payne: Yeah, I don’t see a whole lot of opportunities waiting for me right now. Where’s your fucking car anyway? Wheeling: Over there... [points to the parking structure across the street] But it’s funny you should mention opportunity, Matt, because I might just have something in the works. Something pretty big. [Payne shoots Wheeling a look.] Payne: How big? [Wheeling smiles.] Wheeling: The sky may be the limit, Matt. All it needs is the right pieces in place. And as much as it must frustrate you now, this unfortunate... altercation of yours, and you calling out to _me_ of all people to help you, may just be the quirk of fate you need to really turn things around. [Payne just wearily shakes his head.] Payne: Yeah, always looking for the fucking silver lining, Chris. Wheeling: Of course, I’m an optimist if nothing else. And you know what they say. Everything happens for a reason, Matt. [Not in the mood for empty platitudes, Payne just scowls, and turns to cross the street to where Wheeling’s vehicle is parked. Wheeling moves to follow, but stops for a second. He looks back at the detention center behind him, and then again at Payne standing impatiently near his car. And then he smiles to himself, the slightest satisfied smile.] Wheeling: Everything happens for a reason... [Fade out under the Vegas sun.] |
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