Post by theicwguy on Oct 3, 2018 16:21:48 GMT -5
In this segment Ryan "Needles" Payne explains what he will do to "The Man From Tragedy City" Chris Priceless in their upcoming 'Unsanctioned Deathmatch' at the WFWF's upcoming show 'London Calling' live from Wembley Arena! This is set to be the most violent match of the night or arguably the entire tour as the two arch enemies face off in a war for not only pride but survival.
"So...Chris Priceless, it's official, me and you the rematch, my yard, the unsanctioned deathmatch. I'll be right at home."
Needles is seen walking down an abandoned street, it's clearly nighttime as the street lamps are the only thing providing vision in this sea of eternal darkness.
Needles is carrying his merciless baseball bat in one hand and a small black medical bag in the other, the contents of which are unknown. Needles grimaces from ear to ear with an almost satanic look in his eyes as the words come spilling out of his mouth like an over-stimulated psychopath.
"It's obvious by now Chris that when I want sonething I always get it! I demanded for you to be removed from the tournament but you f*cked up before WFWF management even had the chance to consider anything.
I begged you for a rematch and it took management to book it."
"You got your arse kicked by a f*cking smurf so I'm not surprised! I mean c'mon man TWICE! That ain't NO accident. There are NO excuses. I don't like Mesh fullstop. But I gotta give it to her. She exposed you for the loser you really are not once but TWICE, it's evident you suck. For sure I lost to Mesh, technically, but who really came out on top, I f*cked her face up so bad she looked nothing like a winner by the end of that dance. Sure she got the 'W' but at the end of the day. What are wins and losses? I don't care for them. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I bring the insanity, I am the hellraiser around here and when you piss me off like you did Priceless, you will pay with your life!"
Needles begins walking towards an old rundown cemetery which can be identified by the large spiky gates and the stone pillars at either side of the gate.
"At the last show, I faced Lance Rodriguez, a nobody, a forced failure who has been pushed to the skies but can't handle the pressure. A failed prospect, who can't hang with today's generation. Rodriguez is a f*cking 'has been!' Again I proved that, did I win? No! but did Lance beat me? The answer is again, NO! There is a pattern forming here Priceless, before Brennan, for sure I was well, you could say a loudmouth c*nt with no skills or abilities to back it up. He opened my eyes. Ever since he showed me what it takes to be 'the man' around here. I have not only upped my game but shattered the glass ceiling placed above me. Who else in WFWF history can say they have zero wins to their name and have had such an impact? As I was saying , the pattern leads to the two of us, you once said we were one in the same, we could almost be friends in the real world. F*ck no!"
Needles enters the abandoned cemetery, his gaze turns ice cold and emotionless like a man possessed and begins marching down the gravel path like a hunter stalking it's prey.
"I can't stop thinking about you Chris, I'm f*cking obsessed, this will be my concious wet dream, I lust for your blood on my hands. I reap for your soul."
Needles begins smirking with a sadistic grin across his face.
"Would I be right in saying you speak fondly of your brother Chris? how special he was to you, how you miss him so much. How every day you spend walking this planet is another day away from your precious brother."
Needles speaks in a very sarcastic and outright mocking tone.
"He was a junkie! he was a sinner, a waster, a complete scumbag, a cancer among the living just like you Priceless. I question the sanity of anyone who could miss an absolute piece of sh*t like him."
Needles begins raising his voice while caressing the bat continually marching down the path of the graveyard. He stops for a minute to consider his next movement and possibly recalibrate his mind.
"You wanna know why I hate both of you so much Priceless? and EVERYTHING you stand for? You prey and feed on the minds of the weak, telling them it will get better their dark days will be overcome with happiness and joy. It will all be f*cking glorious in the end! Oh I'm Chris Priceless and I'm a saint! Bullsh*t!"
"I am always made out to be the bad guy because I speak my mind. As I said before my mother died when I was still an insecure kid. My mother lost her life to cancer, the uncontrollable darkness consumed her and there was NOTHING I could do! It haunts me to this day that I never got to say a final goodbye."
"It pisses me off Priceless, people like you and your brother, they use people, they milk the system, you want help, help me I'm an addict, oh I'm a priority because I'm a junkie! Nothing f*cking sickens me more than to think my mother died to keep a piece of scum alive. The good people are the ones we lose too soon. I describe your brother as a cancer because that's what he was, a plague among the living. No-one could help me and comfort me when I needed it most. Not one motherf*cker was willing to sit down and have one ounce of sympathy for what I was going through. I lost the only person who ever understood me. I was left alone in a merciless world with no-one to turn to questioning if life really was worth living."
"Since that day I pledged to become straight edge as a way of distancing myself from the epidemic consuming this world. I never want to become one of you!"
"Another person who influenced me growing up was former lead singer of the American deathcore band Suicide Silence - Mitch Lucker. Mitch tragically lost his life in a freak accident. He never expected to die that November morning. He had no idea his existence would be cut short in a split second. Mitch never got to tell his wife he loved her before his death. His little daughter never got to say goodbye to her daddy. Mitch will never get to see his daughter grow up. How does that make you feel Priceless? How does it make you feel knowing you mourn a junkie when there is an innocent child out their with no father? A family torn apart, a family that will never be the same again."
"Everyone wonders why I'm f*cked up! Society has never understood me. It turned it's back on me during my darkest hour. I will never forget the struggle but I have seen the light now. I live by my rules!"
"I have the lyrics "You Only Live Once" on my f*cking body reminding me to never waste a moment of this life. Something so precious which can be taken away in an instant."
Needles has now stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes locked on one particular tombstone. The name is unclear as the stone has clearly weathered with time. Needles decides to crouch down beside the stone contemplating his next move. Laying both the bat and black medical bag down on the ground beside him.
"That's enough bedtime stories from me for one night Chris. So here we are...
This is it?
This is him?
Blah blah blah!
Worthless!
Looks like we got your brother here Chris."
Needles gradually begins to stand up rubbing his head slapping his face, drooling with anticipation. He lifts the bat and begins swinging it uncontrollably.
"I bet you would give anything to see him one last time Chris. I bet he would do the same for you. You won't have to wait much longer Priceless."
"This is the end!"
"I will make you a martyr!"
"Chris f*cking Worthless! F*ck you and your dead brother!"
"I'll see you in London!"
"PREPARE TO DIE!!!"
Needles ends the segment by literally screaming the words into the night. He swings the bat and with a horrendous crack he smashes the tombstone to pieces. He continues destroying the tombstone with a dozen more sadistic shots.
Needles gets down on one knee to pick up a shattered splinter of the tombstone and carefully opens the knot of the mysterious medical bag dropping the shattered piece of tombstone in the bag. He walks away with the bat in one hand and the bag in the other with an uncontrollable orgasmic look on his face, holding the bag up in the air as a way of asserting dominance, hinting at victory and referencing the potential outcome of the deathmatch.
"So...Chris Priceless, it's official, me and you the rematch, my yard, the unsanctioned deathmatch. I'll be right at home."
Needles is seen walking down an abandoned street, it's clearly nighttime as the street lamps are the only thing providing vision in this sea of eternal darkness.
Needles is carrying his merciless baseball bat in one hand and a small black medical bag in the other, the contents of which are unknown. Needles grimaces from ear to ear with an almost satanic look in his eyes as the words come spilling out of his mouth like an over-stimulated psychopath.
"It's obvious by now Chris that when I want sonething I always get it! I demanded for you to be removed from the tournament but you f*cked up before WFWF management even had the chance to consider anything.
I begged you for a rematch and it took management to book it."
"You got your arse kicked by a f*cking smurf so I'm not surprised! I mean c'mon man TWICE! That ain't NO accident. There are NO excuses. I don't like Mesh fullstop. But I gotta give it to her. She exposed you for the loser you really are not once but TWICE, it's evident you suck. For sure I lost to Mesh, technically, but who really came out on top, I f*cked her face up so bad she looked nothing like a winner by the end of that dance. Sure she got the 'W' but at the end of the day. What are wins and losses? I don't care for them. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I bring the insanity, I am the hellraiser around here and when you piss me off like you did Priceless, you will pay with your life!"
Needles begins walking towards an old rundown cemetery which can be identified by the large spiky gates and the stone pillars at either side of the gate.
"At the last show, I faced Lance Rodriguez, a nobody, a forced failure who has been pushed to the skies but can't handle the pressure. A failed prospect, who can't hang with today's generation. Rodriguez is a f*cking 'has been!' Again I proved that, did I win? No! but did Lance beat me? The answer is again, NO! There is a pattern forming here Priceless, before Brennan, for sure I was well, you could say a loudmouth c*nt with no skills or abilities to back it up. He opened my eyes. Ever since he showed me what it takes to be 'the man' around here. I have not only upped my game but shattered the glass ceiling placed above me. Who else in WFWF history can say they have zero wins to their name and have had such an impact? As I was saying , the pattern leads to the two of us, you once said we were one in the same, we could almost be friends in the real world. F*ck no!"
Needles enters the abandoned cemetery, his gaze turns ice cold and emotionless like a man possessed and begins marching down the gravel path like a hunter stalking it's prey.
"I can't stop thinking about you Chris, I'm f*cking obsessed, this will be my concious wet dream, I lust for your blood on my hands. I reap for your soul."
Needles begins smirking with a sadistic grin across his face.
"Would I be right in saying you speak fondly of your brother Chris? how special he was to you, how you miss him so much. How every day you spend walking this planet is another day away from your precious brother."
Needles speaks in a very sarcastic and outright mocking tone.
"He was a junkie! he was a sinner, a waster, a complete scumbag, a cancer among the living just like you Priceless. I question the sanity of anyone who could miss an absolute piece of sh*t like him."
Needles begins raising his voice while caressing the bat continually marching down the path of the graveyard. He stops for a minute to consider his next movement and possibly recalibrate his mind.
"You wanna know why I hate both of you so much Priceless? and EVERYTHING you stand for? You prey and feed on the minds of the weak, telling them it will get better their dark days will be overcome with happiness and joy. It will all be f*cking glorious in the end! Oh I'm Chris Priceless and I'm a saint! Bullsh*t!"
"I am always made out to be the bad guy because I speak my mind. As I said before my mother died when I was still an insecure kid. My mother lost her life to cancer, the uncontrollable darkness consumed her and there was NOTHING I could do! It haunts me to this day that I never got to say a final goodbye."
"It pisses me off Priceless, people like you and your brother, they use people, they milk the system, you want help, help me I'm an addict, oh I'm a priority because I'm a junkie! Nothing f*cking sickens me more than to think my mother died to keep a piece of scum alive. The good people are the ones we lose too soon. I describe your brother as a cancer because that's what he was, a plague among the living. No-one could help me and comfort me when I needed it most. Not one motherf*cker was willing to sit down and have one ounce of sympathy for what I was going through. I lost the only person who ever understood me. I was left alone in a merciless world with no-one to turn to questioning if life really was worth living."
"Since that day I pledged to become straight edge as a way of distancing myself from the epidemic consuming this world. I never want to become one of you!"
"Another person who influenced me growing up was former lead singer of the American deathcore band Suicide Silence - Mitch Lucker. Mitch tragically lost his life in a freak accident. He never expected to die that November morning. He had no idea his existence would be cut short in a split second. Mitch never got to tell his wife he loved her before his death. His little daughter never got to say goodbye to her daddy. Mitch will never get to see his daughter grow up. How does that make you feel Priceless? How does it make you feel knowing you mourn a junkie when there is an innocent child out their with no father? A family torn apart, a family that will never be the same again."
"Everyone wonders why I'm f*cked up! Society has never understood me. It turned it's back on me during my darkest hour. I will never forget the struggle but I have seen the light now. I live by my rules!"
"I have the lyrics "You Only Live Once" on my f*cking body reminding me to never waste a moment of this life. Something so precious which can be taken away in an instant."
Needles has now stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes locked on one particular tombstone. The name is unclear as the stone has clearly weathered with time. Needles decides to crouch down beside the stone contemplating his next move. Laying both the bat and black medical bag down on the ground beside him.
"That's enough bedtime stories from me for one night Chris. So here we are...
This is it?
This is him?
Blah blah blah!
Worthless!
Looks like we got your brother here Chris."
Needles gradually begins to stand up rubbing his head slapping his face, drooling with anticipation. He lifts the bat and begins swinging it uncontrollably.
"I bet you would give anything to see him one last time Chris. I bet he would do the same for you. You won't have to wait much longer Priceless."
"This is the end!"
"I will make you a martyr!"
"Chris f*cking Worthless! F*ck you and your dead brother!"
"I'll see you in London!"
"PREPARE TO DIE!!!"
Needles ends the segment by literally screaming the words into the night. He swings the bat and with a horrendous crack he smashes the tombstone to pieces. He continues destroying the tombstone with a dozen more sadistic shots.
Needles gets down on one knee to pick up a shattered splinter of the tombstone and carefully opens the knot of the mysterious medical bag dropping the shattered piece of tombstone in the bag. He walks away with the bat in one hand and the bag in the other with an uncontrollable orgasmic look on his face, holding the bag up in the air as a way of asserting dominance, hinting at victory and referencing the potential outcome of the deathmatch.