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"Not" Richard Dweck versus Morgan Payne Nov 29, 2019 17:08:35 GMT -8

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Post by Management Office on Nov 29, 2019 17:08:35 GMT -8

[THE WAREHOUSE] - Hollywood, CA.
Dec. 12, 2019

THURSDAY NIGHT TAKEOVER | EPISODE 6
"Clockwork"

"Not" Richard Dweck -VS- Morgan Payne

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"Not" Richard Dweck versus Morgan Payne Dec 6, 2019 21:35:22 GMT -8

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Post by Morgan Payne on Dec 6, 2019 21:35:22 GMT -8

The personal gym on The Castle property was all but empty except for the presence of one member of The Kingdom floating around a heavy bag as it swayed back and forth from the heavy blows she was hammering into it. For all of the matches she had where she was seen steamrolling into her opponents, regardless of their size, most people often ended up forgetting about Morgan Payne’s discipline in not just boxing; lessons taught to her by her father, but also the mixed martial arts techniques she was picking up rather quickly from her girlfriend, Jasmine Matthews. Throw in the dash of technical submission from her surrogate mother, LeeAnn Viskan and Morgan was really a dangerous little melting pot of in-ring knowledge. She liked that deception in the ring, though. She preferred to be underestimated as just a street brawler from the city so that when she flipped the proverbial switch and went into her bag of tricks, the other person in the ring found themselves caught off guard. Sure, people would catch onto it eventually and start approaching her more cautiously in time but that would be when she would move to using their knowledge of her as an intimidation factor. Get in their heads and throw them off their game was always a backup plan she kept in her back pocket if plan A didn’t work.

Unfortunately for her, however, neither of those strategies worked out too well for her in her last match for California Wrestling. Plan A went right out the window when Roxi Johnson evidently knew better than to underestimate her in their title unification match. Therefore, Morgan had to go right to plan B and just come at Roxi with a full head of steam. That didn’t work either and now here she was: former Hollywood Heritage Champion while Roxi Johnson sat at the top of the CW ladder as the Immortal Icon Champion. It was nice being a champion while she was, Morgan supposed. She had to look passed that now and focus on her next obstacle. She could definitely climb back up the ladder and make another run for the title but first she had to play a role that she never really thought she’d ever find herself playing. She would declare herself as The Gatekeeper of California Wrestling. Morgan would be the one to test the mettle of new arrivals on the roster. It wasn’t like there was anyone else who could fulfill the role. Roxi Johnson had a championship to defend, Morgan’s girlfriend, Sativa Nevaeh was first in line for that title and...well...there was nobody else on the roster, really. It was a role that Morgan would take upon herself to play and she would do so with her own sense of pride. She was going to show every man and woman that set foot into CW for the first time, just who the fuck she was and the first one that she would be giving such a demonstration to was going to be a twenty year veteran in the business by the name of Richard Dweck...or rather…”Not” Richard Dweck….

Morgan Payne leaned back against the doorway with a burning Newport tucked between her lips. She scrolled through her twitter feed with a lack of interest if anything while Sativa was out in front of the cameras at a press meeting for Takeover 6, talking about how she was going to take the title off of Roxi Johnson. Morgan hated these damn things. She didn’t even want to be in front of the cameras, so she let Sativa bask in the limelight. When she heard Sativa starting to wrap things up, she locked her phone and tucked it into her jacket, exhaling a plume of menthol scented smoke in front of her. She saw Sativa’s motion for them to leave and began crossing the stage, intent on just following her out when her ears were suddenly assaulted by about two dozen voices calling her name and clamoring for her attention.

“Morgan!”

“Hey, Morgan!”

“Morgan Payne! Can we get a word?!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck, WHAT?! Whattayinz want?!”

Morgan gave up trying to get across to the exit door and stopped right in front of the kettle of media buzzards. She stared down at them from the elevated walkway, turning sharply. Her Steelers scarf swaying loosely in front of her as it hung over the back of her neck.

“They let you smoke in here?”

Morgan shot the reporter a look void of all amusement.

“Is dat ya only question? Cause if so, suck my dick an’ stop wastin’ my time.”

Morgan flicked what was left of the cigarette at that reporter and turned to leave but was stopped again.

“Morgan!”

“Fuck’s sake, WHAT?!”

“So, after losing the title unification match to Roxi Johnson at Takeover 5, will you be challenging the winner of Takeover 6’s main event to a title match?”

“Bitch, I fuckin’ might! If and it’s a big IF Roxi keeps the title after wrestlin’ Sativa, I’m layin’ da challenge aht right nah. I mean she’d have ta defend it against someone, yeah? Ain’t nobody else in dis fuckin’ company to even challenge her unless Roerich’s bitch ass just wants to hand aht fuckin’ shots like hotcakes to whoever signs a contract. Y'ant me to be honest, there ain't enough of a fuckin' roster t'have titles anymore!”

“But didn’t he sign you for a title shot?” The same reporter who mentioned the smoking asked.

Morgan glares towards him, sharply.

“EY! Din’t I tell ya to suck it?! I don’t hear no ‘gok gok gok gok!’ Yeah, he put a title shot in my contract. Why wouldn’t he? Ah’m a fuckin’ second gen wrestler tied ta one of da baddest fuckin’ families in dis business. Look at da name: Payne. Learn it, because I been bustin’ my ass hardah and payin’ more dues than da rest of these jagoffs who step into a ring for da first time nowadays. Ah’m barely even two years pro and ah’ve had two, yes, TWO title reigns already. Ah’m also pretty close to another big name in wrestlin’. Yinz ever hear da name David “Snake” Matthews? Course ya have. If not, go kick rocks and actually research dis business. God rest da man’s soul; I know his son and oh ah’m daaaaamn sure yinz know dat I know his daughter ‘cause it’s all yinz like to focus on is who da Kingdom is screwin’ arahnd wif. Next question!”

“What are your thoughts on your next opponent, “Not” Richard Dweck?”

Morgan lit up a fresh Newport and made a ‘who cares’ face, shrugging up her hands.

“Who da fuck’s Richard Dweck and why’s he sayin’ he’s “Not” who he says he is? Some fuckin’ fugazzi who says he debuted back when I was still in preschool? Grew up watchin’ wrestlin’ and ain’t ever heard shit abaht him! I’m ‘sposed to be afraid of some guy who doesn’t have a record of accolades I can look up. But yinz know who’s shit ya can look up?”

She pointed to herself and nodded with a ‘that’s right’ face.

“Oh lookit dat. Da “dumb city bitch” got actual cred in dis fuckin’ business! I resigned with Cee Dubya, kicked da fuckin’ door in and I broke an undefeated streak some jagoff was goin’ ahn abaht. What’s dis guy comin’ in done? Can any o’yinz tell me? Din’t think so. Nah, we done?”

“Do you have anything you’d like to say directly to your opponent?”

Morgan scoffed as she dragged on her cigarette and looked at the main camera, beckoning it to come closer as she leaned in.

“Yo, Dweck, Dick Dweck, whateva da fuck ya call yaself. I dunno who ya are and frankly?”

She shook her head.

“I don’t give a fuck! I ain’t gonna waste too much breath on ya, jagoff. I’m done trynna make nice wif everybody. From nah on, I’mma do my talkin’ in da ring. Ya wanna come into Cee Dubya and leave ya mark? They put ya against da wrong bitch. Yinz can call me da Gatekeeper o’California Wrestlin’ ‘cause if ya wanna make it in dis company, ya need to prove what ya can do against me - The Gatekeeper! It ain’t Brady Vega anymore. He’s gahn. Nah, it’s me. My name...is Morgan...fucking...Payne...daughta of Andrew Payne. Look him up. I’m closely associated wif da daughta of David “Snake” Matthews...da royal family of wrestlin’. Cee Dubya has da privilege of havin’ two members of da Kingdom on its roster. All you gotta do, Dweck, is survive ONE. Can you? I seriously doubt it. We are the baddest, meanest, most talented man and women to set foot inside a wrestling ring and at Takeover 6 youl...will fuckin’...behold No more questions.”

Morgan says the last part to the press before stepping back and bringing her cigarette to her lips as she finally follows Sativa Nevaeh off stage. The shot fades to black.

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"Not" Richard Dweck versus Morgan Payne Dec 11, 2019 9:11:31 GMT -8

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Post by notricharddweck on Dec 11, 2019 9:11:31 GMT -8

”Let’s get something straight. Yes, Richard Dweck beat me in a match. Yes, people have stated that I made myself go insane by being so infatuated with it. Now, let’s take a look at it. What has Richard Dweck done in the last decade? Not a motherfucking thing. I could come into the middle of the ring when I face off with Morgan Payne and take a huge shit and do more than Richard Dweck has done for this business.”

AntiDweck, as he prefers to be called, throws his cigarette to the ground as he sits in the driver’s seat of his mom’s 1993 Ford Escort Hatchback. He laughs a bit as his mother comes out of Walmart on her motorized scooter.

”Richie, you better not have been smoking in my car again ya cunt nugget!”

AntiDweck’s mom is eighty five years old but still has more sense about her than her son seems to. She is aware of what is going on around her. She still has a sense of reality. AntiDweck has let one loss consume him.

”Aww, mom. Come on. I have to look tough for my match this week. I am facing Morgan Payne and she is a real pain in the ass.”

His mom looks at him and whacks him up side the head with her cane.

”Talking like that, I see why ya lost to ole Dweck. He is at least a martial artist.”

AntiDweck gets upset.

”Allegedly mother. We do not know for sure if he is a martial artist. There is no proof he is even a wrestler. Only place I have ever seen him even speak on behalf of closed down the same week he decided to show up. I am going to make sure that California Wrestling knows that I am here and I am a winner.”

AntiDweck shakes his head side to side as he sits quietly on the way home. He runs inside and yells.

”Mother, I am going down to the basement. I have to get some things off of my chest.”

AntiDweck heads down the spiraling staircase swiftly as he sits behind the screen of his computer as he flips the webcam on and begins speaking.

”California Wrestling. I have arrived and no one is ready for that which they do not understand. My conquest begins with you Morgan Payne… or is Yinz the proper way to say it. Hell if I know. All I know is that when we step between those ropes this week there is nothing you can do to defeat me. You proved on Thanksgiving that you are a choke artist. You were given every opportunity to defeat Roxi..”

AntiDweck shakes his head as he laughs.

”And you choked it away. You couldn’t get the job done. You throw a fit on Twitter about not being on the poster for Takeover. What have you done to deserve it? What have you done to deserve anything? You ride the coattails of Sativa because you know she is more talented than you. You try to be a winner by association but what happens when you have to step between the ropes? You choke. You lose. Plain and simple. This week on Takeover will be no different as myself, the AntiDweck, will prove to you and to California Wrestling as a whole, that I am NOT… RICHARD… DWECK!”

AntiDweck stands up and begins pacing as a picture of Morgan Payne pops up on his computer. The same photo Morgan tweeted out after passing her exams. He points to it like a high school teacher giving a lecture.

”Remember this moment in your pathetic life, Morgan. It will be the final smile you have once you step in the ring with me this week. Once you are out like a light, your smile will fade. You see photographs used to fade, now they are forever. When you are sitting alone, in your car that doubles as your house, you will remember the moment you lost your smile. The moment you lost at Takeover to “Not” Richard Dweck. When TMZ comes a-calling and asks when your fall from grace began you can tell them December 12, 2019 in Hollywood, California. You can tell them it was the day you underestimated the biggest Dweckhead in the world. You can look them dead in the eye and tell them that you are the reason for your own demise. When your life crashes down there has to be a catalyst. There has to be a reason for everything in life. You are living too good right now. You are too happy. When we become too happy we are doomed to become the absolute worst version of ourselves. If anyone is proof of this, it is me. I was on the verge of being the biggest name in wrestling. I was on the verge of being the greatest world champion in the history of this sport. Now, I am nothing to anyone. That is, however, what makes me so dangerous.”

AntiDweck walks over to a mirror which is visibly cracked. He laughs as he speaks again in his monotoned, yet maniacal voice.

”Everyone has their own cracks and it is up to our opponents to find ours. Have you found my cracks, Morgan? Have you figured me out? I doubt it. I have spent decades trying to figure myself out. I have failed on all accounts. I have failed to figure out what it is I am supposed to do with my life. I do, however, know what I need to do at Takeover and that is make a statement. Make a statement by using YOU as a pawn, a centerpiece. The holidays are right around the corner. Morgan, do you wanna make it to Christmas? Do you want to be there for your little circle jerks first holiday together? Do you want to live or do you have a deathwish? Stepping into the ring with me means you want to fucking die. Stepping into the ring with me means you want to be hurt and hurt badly. You are the one who gets to be my first victim. You are the one who gets to die at my hands and I can do it legally and not feel any guilt. You stepping into ring with me is career suicide.”

Dweck walks over to a poster of Richard Dweck standing over top of him. He rips it off the wall in a fit of rage. His voice turns to a sound of yelling.

”Morgan you are like every other little conniving bitch in this business. You fuck with people’s heads and use their hearts against them. How long before you run away from your little gypsy camp and leave them all in the dust? How long before you kick rocks and leave them? Morgan, come on.”

AntiDweck has a seat again as he gets even more serious than before.

”Let us speak, person to person. Let us level with each other. Point is this, our little profession is a medium. It is an outlet that allows us to be ourselves and decimate each other. How do you want to be remembered Morgan? Do you want to be remembered as a winner? Than take your degree and put it to use. Want to be remembered as a loser? Then step in the ring with me this week. You will be looking at the rafters again. It will be a repeat of when you lost your title to Roxi. It will bring back bad memories. When you and I do battle it will be my first conquest and my first step into eradicating the past. It will be my first step into erasing the fact that I lost to Richard Dweck. Yes, I have come to terms with it. It happened and I am not proud. What I am proud of is the pain and suffering I will shoot your way in that ring.”

Richard’s mom yells down to the basement.

”Richie, it’s time for dinner!”

AntiDweck gets very visibly upset.

”GOD DAMN IT MOM! I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF A VERY IMPORTANT PROMO AND YOU HAD TO FUCK IT UP!”

All failures aside it seems as if AntiDweck was ready for his CW debut. He trudges up the stairs and disappears behind the door. The camera, which is on a remote, turns to show the eyes of the Morgan Payne picture have been x’d out. The words “I am NOT RICHARD DWECK” are seen splattered across her body in red paint. Richard was obviously distraught and was looking for a fresh start. Was this the beginning of it?

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