Post by theicwguy on Jan 21, 2019 18:21:03 GMT -5
Saturday 19th January 2019
12:33pm
City Of Glasgow Psychiatric Hospital
"Good afternoon sir. My name is Dr. Priscilla. How can I help you today?"
My name is Ryan "Needles" Payne and I am obsessed with hurting people!
I love making others suffer often to the point of extreme bodily harm and in some cases death. Literally!
I have what you would describe as an addictive personality hence the reason why I began labelling myself as straight edge in my late teens.
I often fantasize about what life would be like if we had a 25th hour each and every day. In my ideal world, my recluse, the 25th hour would lie somewhere between day and night. The rebels and outlaws would do their thing. Sort of like that movie 'The Purge,' all crime is legal, anything and everything is possible. I'm not even sure what I would do it's just one of these things you think about while in that manic state. Somewhere between crazy and insane. My 25th hour as I see it is when I'm wrestling not on such a mass scale as a purge, but it is MY purge. That is my moment of escape, my moment of insanity! I know that when that bell rings I can do whatever I please to whomever I please with no consequences.
"Well thank you for that brief insight Mr Payne that gives us a little something to work with here, I am going to attempt to delve into your past and hopefully uncover exactly what has caused you to ultimately snap and act and feel the way you do now. Could you tell me a little bit about what life was like at home growing up, any negative experiences in particular that you may have held onto? When did you begin to notice a change in yourself? Personality? Emotions?"
Well, I would say the eventual breaking point was when I lost my mother. I was still pretty young and vulnerable at the time. She died from a rare form of cancer, ever since that fateful day I have witnessed my own internal demise, I have seen my own personality become darker and more hateful and resentful than ever before to the point of dressing entirely in black in order to express my emotional state to the world. I was always close to her, she was the only person that ever really understood this punk kid, she was into the same kinda things as me to an extent, we used to go into the city together on weekends. She was more than a parent, she was a friend.
"That was a very emotional story that is very relatable to a lot of people. Thank you for that. Now Mr Payne tell me a little bit about your hobbies, interests, what is your...escape from reality, if you will?"
Well, I am a professional wrestler! It was the only profession I ever felt like I could get sunk into. But as the angst grew in my late teenage years so did the reassurance. There was no other path left in life for someone like me. Sure I had always been into art, talented if I do say so myself but I never once saw it as a career. It still influences me, my look especially - no doubt with my tattoos and hairstyle etc but there was only wrestling because I WAS a reject. I AM a reject. I will ALWAYS be a reject.
"What do you mean by the term rej...?"
No-one else ever cared about me! She was a single parent may I add. My dad left her not that long after I was born. Not just my own father, but society, the whole world turned it's back on me, as a matter of fact it was never on my side in the first place. But that was the final straw. Ever since I have been an OUTCAST!
"Moving on...do you have any stand out moments in your career so far Mr Payne? Anything you would like to discuss in depth?"
Well if you insist. I'll tell you a bit about one of my opponents. Arguably the greatest rival I've had since I arrived in the WFWF. His name WAS Chris Priceless. A proud man. Hailing from Tragedy City. He was in a similar situation to me to be honest. He had also lost a member of his family, someone he was always so close too growing up. His dear brother. I said during the course of our rivalry, we were so similar and could relate so well with each other's backgrounds. Chris said, to quote him if I will...
"we could have been friends in the real world..."
But unfortunately it wasn't destined to be, I felt sympathic towards Chris in the beginning but then it all sort of fell apart from there.
He kept dedicating all his matches to his brother. EVERYTHING was dedicated to him.
He would constantly spill his guts about how great he was all the time and the fans lapped it up. Lo-and-behold...
It became sickening and I eventually SNAPPED!
I told him all his worshipping was never gonna bring him back
His brother was no saint anyway!
He was a JUNKIE!
The thing that pissed me off more than anything was his innocence angle. Chris was ramming his sob stories down everyone's throat and I was the only one willing to say enoigh is enough. Me being straight-edge, I am anti everything he stood for. We became a reflection of each other through a cracked mirror if your into analogies.
Anyeay, we settled our long-standing differences in a brutal deathmatch. One for the ages.
Chris was always the good guy though...through it all! He could do no wrong. Until his untimely demise.
I promised I would do it!
No, I made an oath that I would put Chris' soul to rest.
He would finally be at peace alongside his brother again.
And as I'm known to say...the NEEDLE never lies.
So I committed an atrocity...
Something I can never take back...
I KILLED CHRIS PRICELESS in that fateful deathmatch...
But I enjoyed it!
Spoiler - He actually returned a short while after it, jumped me from behind and cost me my match against Ante Whitner.
But I will give Chris Priceless credit! He's a tough bastard! Unfortunately he's never been the same since. He will likely never be the same again.
"Sounds like a very engaging feud you both had. So have you been successful so far in your wrestling career Mr Payne? Are you pleased with your win/loss record? Accomplishments?"
I am known for my sadism more than anything else. I only hold one win to my name which is something I will not hide behind. One win in the entirety of my career. I am not ashamed in fact, I would rather hurt people than get the W. As for Billy Broom, my last opponent, I let him off easy, I thought Jenny could make more use of his time than I ever could. It was a bit of a waste of time for both parties, I would hate to take up your father/daughter bonding time. I'm sure Jenny just loves watching her daddy swing a mop on TV rather than being at home being a good little parent. Of course I wouldn't know since I never had one.
"So are there any big plans for "Needles" going forward?"
Well at the next event called Resolution in a couple of days I will be facing "The Dragon" known as Tugarin Zmey. He's over seven feet tall in the 400 pound ballpark or thereabouts. A hulluva bastard anyway. The perfect mould for a professional wrestler. But also the generic mould if you ask me. Too generic.
Tugarin Zmey has no originality, he's a big dummy in a helmet. He's a lost shell of a man with one of two reasons behind his character as a whole. He is either scarred to hell and rougher than a badger's arse OR he is a fraud playing a deranged character when really, he hasn't lived this life of slavery or confinement. In fact he's just some plain ordinary dude in a fancy get-up. Either way Zmey is just Kyzer's bitch we all know it and if he wants to play medieval dress up, I am Braveheart - Robert the F'N Bruce to his English Knight in a rusty tin can. Tugarin Zmey...
"Now if I may interrupt you for a second, my job is to analyse your thoughts and feelings and present them to you so can make changes going forward. I want to help you Mr Payne..."
Let me remind you of one thing lady I am Ryan "Needles" Payne and while I agreed to attend this appointment today I will not change what makes me...ME! I am this way for a reason, for many reasons and I will not erase my past and become an empty shell who only plays a character. I have lived the life. I have experienced that pain. That is what makes "Needles" that guy that will go there. And while I respect what Kyzer DID in the past he is a broken down weak version of his former self. And as for Zmey you may have beaten both the World and International champions but I do not care for wins. I care about destruction. Something Kyzer USED to care about too. Forget the God Of F~ck, you have been reduced to the God Of F~ck Off.
"Mr Payne" may we get back on track with this session...?"
I'm about done with this nonsense for one day. I agreed to come here and I did. What more do you want from me?
"This is your only hope of getting better Ryan, I am trying my best to help you but you don't seem to want to listen to cha..."
I don't want to change. I don't need to change. I will not listen to some so-called 'professional' attempt to reiterate my life to me acting like they know what I've been through and what is the best for me. Hell you should know something about me after all I've been sitting here talking to you for half an hour. But may I add Needles does not talk for a living he fights. My job is not to make changes and stick to them. My job is to F' people up to oblivion and I will continue doing that til the day I die.
This is not a personal attack on you by any means. You just happen to be on the receiving end of Needles' speaking his mind something Needles does better than anyone.
In all honesty I actually quite like you, you seem to listen and understand without judging. I appreciate that.
What was your name again?
"Dr Priscilla. I believe you are just misunderstood Ryan. I think people are quick to judge you based on your exterior before they get to know the real Ryan Payne. I believe the real Ryan Payne can show emotional, as you have proven to me and he does have a heart albeit an over-poeering darkside."
"Y'know what I like you too Ryan, you are a genuinely nice guy."
Thank you for your time Dr Priscilla.
"See you again Mr Payne, good luck at Resolution."
12:33pm
City Of Glasgow Psychiatric Hospital
"Good afternoon sir. My name is Dr. Priscilla. How can I help you today?"
My name is Ryan "Needles" Payne and I am obsessed with hurting people!
I love making others suffer often to the point of extreme bodily harm and in some cases death. Literally!
I have what you would describe as an addictive personality hence the reason why I began labelling myself as straight edge in my late teens.
I often fantasize about what life would be like if we had a 25th hour each and every day. In my ideal world, my recluse, the 25th hour would lie somewhere between day and night. The rebels and outlaws would do their thing. Sort of like that movie 'The Purge,' all crime is legal, anything and everything is possible. I'm not even sure what I would do it's just one of these things you think about while in that manic state. Somewhere between crazy and insane. My 25th hour as I see it is when I'm wrestling not on such a mass scale as a purge, but it is MY purge. That is my moment of escape, my moment of insanity! I know that when that bell rings I can do whatever I please to whomever I please with no consequences.
"Well thank you for that brief insight Mr Payne that gives us a little something to work with here, I am going to attempt to delve into your past and hopefully uncover exactly what has caused you to ultimately snap and act and feel the way you do now. Could you tell me a little bit about what life was like at home growing up, any negative experiences in particular that you may have held onto? When did you begin to notice a change in yourself? Personality? Emotions?"
Well, I would say the eventual breaking point was when I lost my mother. I was still pretty young and vulnerable at the time. She died from a rare form of cancer, ever since that fateful day I have witnessed my own internal demise, I have seen my own personality become darker and more hateful and resentful than ever before to the point of dressing entirely in black in order to express my emotional state to the world. I was always close to her, she was the only person that ever really understood this punk kid, she was into the same kinda things as me to an extent, we used to go into the city together on weekends. She was more than a parent, she was a friend.
"That was a very emotional story that is very relatable to a lot of people. Thank you for that. Now Mr Payne tell me a little bit about your hobbies, interests, what is your...escape from reality, if you will?"
Well, I am a professional wrestler! It was the only profession I ever felt like I could get sunk into. But as the angst grew in my late teenage years so did the reassurance. There was no other path left in life for someone like me. Sure I had always been into art, talented if I do say so myself but I never once saw it as a career. It still influences me, my look especially - no doubt with my tattoos and hairstyle etc but there was only wrestling because I WAS a reject. I AM a reject. I will ALWAYS be a reject.
"What do you mean by the term rej...?"
No-one else ever cared about me! She was a single parent may I add. My dad left her not that long after I was born. Not just my own father, but society, the whole world turned it's back on me, as a matter of fact it was never on my side in the first place. But that was the final straw. Ever since I have been an OUTCAST!
"Moving on...do you have any stand out moments in your career so far Mr Payne? Anything you would like to discuss in depth?"
Well if you insist. I'll tell you a bit about one of my opponents. Arguably the greatest rival I've had since I arrived in the WFWF. His name WAS Chris Priceless. A proud man. Hailing from Tragedy City. He was in a similar situation to me to be honest. He had also lost a member of his family, someone he was always so close too growing up. His dear brother. I said during the course of our rivalry, we were so similar and could relate so well with each other's backgrounds. Chris said, to quote him if I will...
"we could have been friends in the real world..."
But unfortunately it wasn't destined to be, I felt sympathic towards Chris in the beginning but then it all sort of fell apart from there.
He kept dedicating all his matches to his brother. EVERYTHING was dedicated to him.
He would constantly spill his guts about how great he was all the time and the fans lapped it up. Lo-and-behold...
It became sickening and I eventually SNAPPED!
I told him all his worshipping was never gonna bring him back
His brother was no saint anyway!
He was a JUNKIE!
The thing that pissed me off more than anything was his innocence angle. Chris was ramming his sob stories down everyone's throat and I was the only one willing to say enoigh is enough. Me being straight-edge, I am anti everything he stood for. We became a reflection of each other through a cracked mirror if your into analogies.
Anyeay, we settled our long-standing differences in a brutal deathmatch. One for the ages.
Chris was always the good guy though...through it all! He could do no wrong. Until his untimely demise.
I promised I would do it!
No, I made an oath that I would put Chris' soul to rest.
He would finally be at peace alongside his brother again.
And as I'm known to say...the NEEDLE never lies.
So I committed an atrocity...
Something I can never take back...
I KILLED CHRIS PRICELESS in that fateful deathmatch...
But I enjoyed it!
Spoiler - He actually returned a short while after it, jumped me from behind and cost me my match against Ante Whitner.
But I will give Chris Priceless credit! He's a tough bastard! Unfortunately he's never been the same since. He will likely never be the same again.
"Sounds like a very engaging feud you both had. So have you been successful so far in your wrestling career Mr Payne? Are you pleased with your win/loss record? Accomplishments?"
I am known for my sadism more than anything else. I only hold one win to my name which is something I will not hide behind. One win in the entirety of my career. I am not ashamed in fact, I would rather hurt people than get the W. As for Billy Broom, my last opponent, I let him off easy, I thought Jenny could make more use of his time than I ever could. It was a bit of a waste of time for both parties, I would hate to take up your father/daughter bonding time. I'm sure Jenny just loves watching her daddy swing a mop on TV rather than being at home being a good little parent. Of course I wouldn't know since I never had one.
"So are there any big plans for "Needles" going forward?"
Well at the next event called Resolution in a couple of days I will be facing "The Dragon" known as Tugarin Zmey. He's over seven feet tall in the 400 pound ballpark or thereabouts. A hulluva bastard anyway. The perfect mould for a professional wrestler. But also the generic mould if you ask me. Too generic.
Tugarin Zmey has no originality, he's a big dummy in a helmet. He's a lost shell of a man with one of two reasons behind his character as a whole. He is either scarred to hell and rougher than a badger's arse OR he is a fraud playing a deranged character when really, he hasn't lived this life of slavery or confinement. In fact he's just some plain ordinary dude in a fancy get-up. Either way Zmey is just Kyzer's bitch we all know it and if he wants to play medieval dress up, I am Braveheart - Robert the F'N Bruce to his English Knight in a rusty tin can. Tugarin Zmey...
"Now if I may interrupt you for a second, my job is to analyse your thoughts and feelings and present them to you so can make changes going forward. I want to help you Mr Payne..."
Let me remind you of one thing lady I am Ryan "Needles" Payne and while I agreed to attend this appointment today I will not change what makes me...ME! I am this way for a reason, for many reasons and I will not erase my past and become an empty shell who only plays a character. I have lived the life. I have experienced that pain. That is what makes "Needles" that guy that will go there. And while I respect what Kyzer DID in the past he is a broken down weak version of his former self. And as for Zmey you may have beaten both the World and International champions but I do not care for wins. I care about destruction. Something Kyzer USED to care about too. Forget the God Of F~ck, you have been reduced to the God Of F~ck Off.
"Mr Payne" may we get back on track with this session...?"
I'm about done with this nonsense for one day. I agreed to come here and I did. What more do you want from me?
"This is your only hope of getting better Ryan, I am trying my best to help you but you don't seem to want to listen to cha..."
I don't want to change. I don't need to change. I will not listen to some so-called 'professional' attempt to reiterate my life to me acting like they know what I've been through and what is the best for me. Hell you should know something about me after all I've been sitting here talking to you for half an hour. But may I add Needles does not talk for a living he fights. My job is not to make changes and stick to them. My job is to F' people up to oblivion and I will continue doing that til the day I die.
This is not a personal attack on you by any means. You just happen to be on the receiving end of Needles' speaking his mind something Needles does better than anyone.
In all honesty I actually quite like you, you seem to listen and understand without judging. I appreciate that.
What was your name again?
"Dr Priscilla. I believe you are just misunderstood Ryan. I think people are quick to judge you based on your exterior before they get to know the real Ryan Payne. I believe the real Ryan Payne can show emotional, as you have proven to me and he does have a heart albeit an over-poeering darkside."
"Y'know what I like you too Ryan, you are a genuinely nice guy."
Thank you for your time Dr Priscilla.
"See you again Mr Payne, good luck at Resolution."
