OutOfCharacter: Well this is the final one of the series, would've been done sooner but we all get lazy from time to time, right? Yeah. So anyways, had fun with it and all that. Might be a little...something at points but "A" for effort right? Oh well, let me stop before I keep blabbing about nothing, thanks for reading and please do enjoy. "I tried to be someone else but nothing seemed to change I know now this is who I really am inside. Finally found myself, fighting for a chance, I know now this who I really am..."---(The Kill) By 30 Seconds To Mars As we learn in life, sometimes...people just don't pay attention to details. They think they know something and they run with that notion they conjure up from whatever pixie dust they've smoked. The closest some people will get to winning the big one, to obtaining the brass ring is by dreaming it and there's nothing wrong with that. Dream big, keep dreaming the good dreams...but just know that reality is always going to be there to slap you in the face like the bitch you are. Now, before we continue on with this, let us note that this Phoenix Winterborn character, he's actually had the audacity to say that Ryan Payne has been 'biting' his style and then turns around and steals something that Ryan said. Mmm, okay. Then, he doubles back to a few weeks back when he was given a Painkiller and punted in the head, he's decided to put Payne on notice because that pissed him off. Who cares? Get over it. But, here's the kicker...Payne inadvertedly challenged him with that? And it took him this long to answer that challenge? Did he need Mari to hand over his balls because clearly he has none what so ever. Oh wait, let us not forget the fact that Ryan Payne "fears" Phoenix Winterborn too. Is that guy serious? Someone tell me he isn't. It's okay, I'll wait. ...He's really serious? Well, damn. He's more pathetic than one originally calculated. So, Phoenix has the most to gain from this battle because this could very well be his last shot at the Championship. Nice. Always nice to have that driving force inside of you, pushing you to go forward, motivating you to give it your all. See, Phoenix...your downfall is your own stupidity. They say that in life, we...at times are our own worst enemies. You seem to think what Ryan speaks is nothing more than hype and propaganda. You're about the only one to view it as such, look at someone the caliber of Triple H. He's recognized what Ryan is about, he knows the talent and skill that the man possesses. You seem to be blinded, and living in denial. Do you really think that he cares about you of all people putting a hit on him? Bring it on. I keep telling you, do not let this change of heart fool you. Ryan might be humbled and all but when it comes to things in that ring, he will still kick your ass unlike anyone can do. Now, see Phoenix...you're traveling down a path you don't want to...you're trying to do nothing more than piss Payne off but it's not going to work truth be told. He does nothing more but laugh off anything you have to say and brush it off and keep moving forward. What do you do? What can you do? You can run your mouth here and there, you can maybe pick up victories against small timers. Can you defeat Ryan Payne? Nope. Will you ever? Hell no. In all seriousness, his level of greatness is way ahead of you and you can't seem to grasp that mere concept, I sincerely hope that you do because the sooner you do that, the better off you'll be. I really think it's a good thing that Phoenix is so pumped up about the match and thinking that he'll win it because when he losses, it'll be even funnier to see him get to this point and then...choke. It's okay, Phoenix...Ryan did warn you though. The very moment he debuted in the company, you were one of the ones he mentioned and you say that he challenged you with the kick..bitch, he challenged you when he arrived. It's alright though, it's not your fault, you are making the typical mistake of taking this personal though. Truth be told, Ryan doesn't even know who you are really...if he saw you on the street, he'd probably think you were a bum and tip you a dollar...maybe two on a good day. You aren't fit enough to lace his boots son, I hope you get that through your thick head or maybe I need to sing it to you? Let's try that method; POP...THAT PUSSY...HEY, POP THAT PUSSY BABY! ...Whoa, wrong song. And by the way, for those of you that don't know...that's a metaphor for 'I want to hug you.' And no, I'm not suggesting that Ryan wants to hug Phoenix. Well, moving along...now we've heard a lot from Ryan in all of his originality and we've heard from...Winterfresh, still no signs of life from Stevenson or Havok yet. I wouldn't count Drew out though, he's like...a cockroach, just when you think it's dead and gone, it pops up and starts running. Needless to say, Ryan was more than focused and determind heading into this event and rightfully so. The biggest match of his career within WGEF was coming up; second match into the company and he's challenging for the Undisputed Championship. How many men can say that they've done that? Who really comes in and skyrockets right to the throne? Only someone who is truly befitting of that opportunity. Don't get me wrong, Ryan wouldn't have had a problem with working his way to the top but he won't complain about the chance he's been given. There's so many that wish to be in his spot right now, like Spear but will never be because...he sucks, quite frankly. Well, it's like Ryan has been saying pretty much; don't hate him because he's better than you, hate him...because he'll always be better than you. Period. .Friday. Throughout the week, Ryan had done his preparations for the match and did his fair share of promoting with the last one being his special street edition that he did for the first time ever of Destiny's Atrium. With all that out of the way, the only thing left to do was for Ryan to take his ass to Milan, Italy. According to his Myspace, however, he had to make a stop before going there...the location of which wasn't specified and would not be here either...so why bring it up? 'Cause I can! Moving along, Ryan--who wasn't alone--arrived in Italy and got checked into the hotel and which he'd be staying. Being the man in demand though sometimes meant there'd be hardly in time for playing and lots of time for working but Ryan was a professional and knew what to do, when to do it and most importantly..how to do it. Having said that, the moment he had arrived in Italy, he was summoned to the official "Whatever It Takes" Press Conference. Following Phoenix's speech and him walking back over to his precious fiance, Robert Levy stepped up to the podium. "And now ladies and gentlemen, we welcome to the stage one of the other competitors involved in the main event. Former multiple time World Heavyweight Champion. He eats t-bone steaks, he lifts bar-bell plates, he's sweeter than a german chocolate cake...please welcome, The Villain...Ryan Payne!" After a very...weird...introduction, Ryan gets up and walks over giving Robert one of those looks. You know the kind of looks where you look like you're going to smack the living hell out of someone for saying something dumb. Yeah, it was that. Ryan reached the podium and looked at Robert. "First and foremost...please...for as long as you live, don't ever introduce me like that again. That has got to be the gayest intro ever!" Ryan said, getting a laugh from the audience. "Now, I know that I have not been part of the WGEF brand all that long but I have much respect for what they have done and look to be part of the success and help to carry it on. Do I think I can help? Yes, I do. Simple fact of the matter is this...I do what I do for one reason, it's not to obtain Championships because to me...the person wearing the title defines it, the person that is in possession of the Championship makes it, for others it's quite the opposite. As I was saying though, I do what I do in that ring for you people...for people all across the world. You people that scream and chant my name, you people that stand behind me and support me and this business, I should be thanking all of you." Ryan said and as he did, the crowd in attendance broke out into a very loud "RYAN PAYNE" chant. Ryan paused for a moment to look at them and nod, once they began to quiet down, Ryan then got the serious look on his face, it was time for business. "For anybody that knows me knows that I've been doing this for quite some time and people ask why do I keep going on? The answer to that is simply because I choose to. I'm not in this for the fame or glory, my heart and blood is into this business. As I said before, I am a professional wrestler, this is what I do. Heading into Sunday's match, I can tell that none of you people have doubts. HOWEVER..." Ryan said, "...there seems to be one individual who has his doubts about me and that is Phoenix." As Ryan said this, he looked his way and smirked. "So, kid...you think because you've done something here in this business before I arrived that you're better than me? You think that just because you're engaged to some japanese chick you're suddenly on a roller coaster towards destiny? You really think it happens like that. Time for your reality check, bitch; you...are...nothing. Harsh words huh? You know what they say, the truth hurts. Oh...if I were you, I'd keep sitting my ass in that seat, I don't think you want me to make you look bad in front your girl...well, any worse than you already look. Dude...did anybody ever tell you that you look like someone beat your ass with a bottle of peroxide?" Ryan shook his head and turned his attention back to the people in attendance that were laughing as his ribbing of Phoenix. "You know, Phoenix..you and Drew both have something in common; you love doubting me. I do welcome it though, it's rather nice to have doubt me so that when I'm victorious, I can turn around and throw it all right in your face. Right now though...I'd like to sing a little song if that's possible, will time allow me? More importantly, will the good people of Italy allow me?" Ryan asked and as he did, he got a roaring yes from the crowd, to which he smiled. "Okay...okay.." He said putting his hands up to get them to quiet down, he cleared his throat and then started to sing. "I'm the Villain I can do what I want...whatever I've got, I'm going to flaunt, there's never been a Championship match that I've ever lost!" He couldn't help but start laughing as he got an applause and more laughter from the audience. "Thank you, thank you...I better not ever quit my day job huh?" More laughs came as he asked that. "But no, seriously...this event is important for many reasons. First of all, it's the final event being featured on the MSN Circuit, so you know that we're going to go out with a bang. Secondly, it's brought me back to one of the greatest places in the world; Milan, Italy..." Cheap pop. "...and it's my chance prove to the world and to my fans that I am a Champion. Now...I know that I said I don't need it and I don't but at this particular time, that belt more than ever needs to be around my waist. For the simple fact that I am the only one involved in this match that will treat it how it should be treated and for the simple fact that I will represent this company unlike my opponents. Try to debate it all you want..." As he said that, he took a good look at the opposition then turned back to the crowd. "...the fact remains that I am going to be the leader of WGEF, the fact remains that I will be the Undisputed Champion." "Mr. Payne..." One of the reporters sitting in the front called out raising his hand and Ryan acknowledged him. "Thank you, sir. Now, you seem to believe that you will be a good leader for the WGEF but for those that have extensively followed you throughout your career. You former actions would contradict what you say, how can you seriously think of yourself as a leader knowing all you've done?" Ryan smirked and nodded. "You know something, honestly...I didn't think one of those questions would come up but allow me to take this to a deeper level while answering you." Ryan said then cleared his throat. "See...it's like this we are all granted redemption from our creator--that being God-- all we have to do is repent and in a way, I have done such. The people have forgiven me for my dastardly actions, while I don't regret any action I've ever done, I do apologize if I offended or hurt people along the way. With that being said, if I were still in my former frame of mind then I'd say we'd have a problem and I wouldn't be fit to be a leader but I've changed. I think the people can see that, I think my peers who know me best can see that and the world sees it more and more. So, if I'm not to be the leader then who would you suggest? Perhaps someone the likes of Spear? Svd? Maybe the popcorn guy? No? WGEF needs someone strong and with the knowledge of this business. They also need someone who's heart is in this one hundred percent and believe me when I tell you...my heart is into this. I kid you not when I tell you that I'm going to fight for the company like my life depends on it because to me..it really does. I hope I've answered your question though and I do appreciate it." Ryan said looking directly into the guy's face who seem like he had been satisfied by the answer Ryan gave. Another person raised their hand. "Ryan...what would happen should you not obtain the Undisputed Championship? Would you still consider yourself to be the savior/leader and continue on your...path of righteousness?" "Funny you ask that..." Ryan started off. "...see, thing with me is...I don't deal in what if I lose situations. Every Championship match I'm involved in, 99.9% of the time, I walk out as the Champ. Some may have called it luck when I first began but six years of it? That's called destiny my friends. But sure, if there were some glimmer of hope for someone else involved in the match to get the title, it wouldn't change me or my perception on things." Ryan said answering him. "And might I add that though the Phoenix rises from the ashes, that may be the story for the better Phoenix but not this Winterborn character. I don't know what it is exactly but I can't find it in me to respect you or take you seriously. Could be the fact that you're a hack, could be the fact that you barely made it into this match to begin with or it could be the simple fact that...you just plain suck." Ryan said shrugging. "I don't know, at this point it doesn't really matter. What's important is that the WGEF roster will give you a show of which you have never seen before." "Ryan.." Someone called out. "Will the Undisputed Championship be the only title you'll be interested in?" "Actually..." Ryan thought for a moment. "I highly doubt it, I could see myself going for the tag team Championships eventually. Granted, I've never been big on the tag division but I guess it's time I suck it up and try to get big things going you know?" Ryan responded. "Are there anymore questions? No?" Ryan looked around and no one had a question but one of the fans in the back yelled out..'WE LOVE YOU RYAN' to which Ryan smiled. "I love you guys too, this city is very..umm, is it Bella...Bello, yeah..I suck at Italian." He laughed. "At any rate, you all know what I'm trying to say though so I'll end this thing letting it be known that; I am the absolute best and the moment you stop striving to be the best..." He paused turning his focal point back to Phoenix. "...you might as well be dead." He didn't take his eye of Phoenix as he finished off his trademark quote, things were definitely heating up--no pun intended--and it wasn't going to stop anytime soon. The press conference would continue on but that my friends is all the time we have for Friday so let's move on to...the next day. .Saturday. HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! So let's basically get to the juicy stuff of the day, no need to sift through every single thing he did today. For the most part, as it pertains to the pay-per-view event, there was a special pre-show going on and several superstars were asked to attend. Ryan being the person that he is, didn't pass up the opportunity, he gladly accepted and so...let's go! Whatever It Takes Pre-show The show seemed to be going good until they had a match between two local Italian superstars going on and the crowd seemed to just be dead at this point, that is until they heard a familiar voice. "BORING....BORING.....BORING!" They heard as Ryan stepped at the top of the stage, they literally erupted seeing him. "I don't know what you two are doing in the ring, because it damn sure ain't entertaining. You're boring the hell out of me and out of these people and see, way I see it...I tried to get myself a little nap. I watched a few Spear promos and that just about put me to sleep but it didn't quite work so I figured since you two were so damn boring I'd come out here and try to get that nap." Ryan said as he lowered the microphone, neither man in the ring seemed to like what Ryan was saying to them, Ryan took a seat at the top of the stage, he gave the motions with his hands for the two in the ring to continue, they seemed to both trash talk Ryan and would then continue on with the match. "BOOOOORRRRRIIINNNNNG!" Ryan shouted out. "I've seen more excitement come out of a Chris Walker match and that's saying a lot. So damn bored, so damn tired." Ryan said as he slowly got up and started walking down the ramp. "Are you people as bored as I am?" Ryan asked the crowd. "YES!" They responded loudly. "Well here's my suggestion, why don't we add something to the mix and spice this thing up?"As Ryan suggested that, the crowd cheered him on. He then looked around at the crowd, "Well, the people have spoken..." He then sat the microphone on the apron as he then got into the ring. The two men working the match turned their attention to him immediately as they walked up on him, one of them shoved him and Ryan smirked looking down then looking back at the crowd, he then turned back around and nailed the one that shoved him with a right hand knocking him down to the mat. The other one went on the attack nailing Ryan with a flurry of rights and lefts, the other that got knocked down had gotten back up now and kicked Ryan, they then both whipped him off the ropes, they tried a double clothesline as he came back but he ducked under it and came back bouncing off the ropes again knocking them both down with a double clothesline of his own. He then picked up one and tossed him outside the ring, he turned around looking at the other as he was pulling himself up, Ryan got that focused and determined look in his eye and fell to the mat. He then started to pound his fist into the mat, measuring him up, he then got up and Ryan went for it but he countered and grabbed both of Ryan's arms turning him into what looked to be a double arm reverse faceplanter(Unprettier) Ryan slipped out of it and leapfrogged over the guy and then nailed him with the Painkiller. The other guy had gotten up and was on the apron measuring Ryan, Ryan turned facing him and he did a springboard and Ryan leapt into the air catching him with a Painkiller as well. Both were down and out and Ryan kindly kicked them out of the ring, literally. Now the match was over, Ryan dusted himself off and went and grabbed the microphone he laid on the apron. "Thank you, thank you." He said taking a bow. "Now, to all my freaks! BIG POPPA PAYNE'S YOUR HOOK UP, HOLLER IF YOU HEAR ME!" Ryan couldn't even contain his own laughter. "Okay, I couldn't help myself, I just had to do that but seriously...we're only twenty four hours away from the big event. Twenty four hours away from crowning a new Undisputed Champion. Twenty four hours from me getting the opportunity to step into the ring with Drew Stevenson--again--, Deacon Havok and Phoenix Winterborn. I think they say that accepting defeat is a problem for some and that definitely seems to be a problem for Phoenix, he refuses to believe that he's not going to walk out as the Champ. He actually thinks that he has a chance at dominating this match. Now...I'm sorry, I don't care who you are and what you do. When I'm involved in a match, no one will dominate a damn thing. I've never been dominated by anyone, in fact..I am the dominator..that's what she said." Ryan added on and got a few laughs from the crowd, he smirked. "I really don't have much to say heading into this thing tomorrow night. I've really said all I had to throughout the week, I just more or less want to wish the boys in the match good luck because they'll need it. I mean, it won't exactly help them in the long run nor will it change the destined outcome of the match, just trying to keep their spirits up I guess you could say. Well, I'm going to head out of here and let the show continue on, I will still be around for autograph signings and everything once this show is done so I'll see you good people later. Let's go...one for the road..." He cleared his throat. "...you may live in my shadow but you'll die in my light because..." He paused "Sono il Furfante di questa storia!" The fans shouted Ryan laughed. "I don't speak Italian but I assume that's how you say the ending of that in the language, you guys are awesome. NOW HIT MY MUSIC!" Ryan said, there was a long awkward pause with nothing going on. "Wow...this is embarrassing. Does anyone have a cell phone I can borrow? Maybe I need to call and--" His music then played. "Ah, there we go." He said laughing, he sat the microphone down and exited the ring heading up the ramp. The red hot crowd was certainly loving him and he was completely focused on the upcoming match. So what happened the rest of the night? Well Ryan had a nice Valentine's dinner with his mystery Valentine and no I can't tell you otherwise wouldn't be a myster now would it. Once all of that was over and we reached Sunday, that just left the event for tonight. Who would leave Milan, Italy as the Undisputed Champion?