A small laugh, followed by more tapping…Suddenly you hear breaking glass, and then another fit of laughter. It carries a tone of hate and almost a bit of indifference…Footsteps are then heard, faintly…Someone walking, maybe even down a corridor. Making the turn ,blindly, you hear the tapping sounds on what may be a wall or some sort of metal. Abruptly the footsteps stop and then you hear more tapping…Slowly, precisely, carefully measured as if to calm some sort of rage that festers through the area like a sickness that stubbornly refuses to be subdued.
A grunt of rage followed by a loud crash and a scream then follows. The scream is what may be most important…What does it convey? Fear, shame, and more then a little surprise…More screams follow as more crashes are heard until suddenly it all gets cut off by a surprisingly calm and lighthearted fit of laughter that seems so out of place within this madhouse of unwanted noises…The scream, very feminine in nature, seems to almost have never happened. Like a bad dream that fades away a few minutes after you wake up…But we must remind ourselves, that yes it did happen, and yes there is a woman somewhere in this maze of madness that is not alright at this time and very obviously is scared of something. The laughter starts again and then you hear it one more time…
Tap…Tap…Tap…
Maybe it’s time we get a visual, what do you say? Ok, ask and thou shall receive. A hallway of a building, and for the sake of naming things we will say we are at the FCW Headquarters. The very first thing we notice is the usually lovely Lollipop. What is it about her that seems different? Her demeanor, her facial expression, the small beads of sweat that are on her forehead and cheeks, and perhaps the slight smell of fear that predators can just sense. She is looking at a man who is holding a baseball bat, stained a rusty red from its original use just two short weeks ago. The man in question has his back turned to you at the current moment, his head and shoulders slightly bowed forward as the bat slowly taps against the plaster wall…
Tap…Tap…Tap…
Next to the man is a table, complete with wooden chairs. But I misspoke, indeed it USED to be just that…Now all it is a broken mass of wood that was assaulted by this man. The man wears a plain white t-shirt and a pair of black a.d.i.d.a.s. snap pants…His short blonde hair spiked and having a disheveled but somehow fitting look to it. It also, like the aforementioned laughter, conveys a sense of indifference. Lollipop continues to look at this man, his identity obvious, and her fear just grows with each passing moment…The man slowly turns around and looks into the camera, not focusing his eyes on anything else. He has a sarcastic smile on his face that just begs to be wiped off and a look in his eyes that dares you to try it, and see what happens.
This is Mark Payne, and my doesn’t he look like he is having a grand time today kiddies? He pulls the bat upward and rests it on his shoulder, the bat pointing towards the ceiling…Then with one quick motion he turns around suddenly and hurls it, and then the sound of more breaking glass follows complete with a visual this time…A couple of heads duck out of offices, and just as quickly disappear again, obviously showing that the FCW does have intelligent people running the show.
Payne tells Lollipop to go get the bat that just went through that glass door window…She stays frozen for a moment…
Payne yells, and she disappears in a flash and returns just as quickly with bat in hand. He grabs it and pushes her into the wall, Lollipop utters a low grunt of pain…Payne taps the bat on the floor once more and then begins this little dialogue…
”The Blonde Bastard” Mark Payne:So Crawford, you think you can just go around a fuck with Mark Payne? Fuck with the Blonde Bastard? Toy with the man who is without a doubt the one man who stands above all others in the FCW as the true superstar that the “fans” throw their money at you to watch. You, my friend, have just started something that I’m afraid you and your fat ass body guards just can’t finish. You want to suspend me? Fine by me, that’s ok, I’m always up for a free vacation. I mean after all I will find other ways to amuse myself. Take for example my little expedition through this fine facility. Small stuff really, but I know the monetary damage is nothing to you…But the principal Crawford, that is what it is all about, isn’t it? Me spitting and pissing in your face and on your little suspension. That is what this is all about. You knew when I signed that dotted line to wrestle for you that everyone walks a fine line with The Blonde Bastard. Leave me alone, and I tend to return the favor, but when you start to interfere with my business, that is when I get a wee bit upset.
Take everyone’s favorite wonder-boy Jean. You see Crawford I had business with him. He was my problem and I finally saw fit to take care of him once and for all. So I did…I took this bat and I systematically destroyed him. I made an example of him that the entire FCW was forced to watch with horror as I practically ended his career. Sure the physical wounds will heal, but the mental wounds will last forever Crawford. He’ll never be the same man he was…Not knowing that Mark Payne will always have his number, and that if I choose to I could end his existence whenever I wanted to. So getting back to the point, I took care of MY problem. But then you decided to stick your nose into it, and you decided to try, that being the key word, to make an example of me. That was the real mistake Jimmy. No one makes an example of me, I make an example of them. And I think you need to realize that. You sign my paychecks, but Jimmy honestly I have enough money to live comfortably forever. I do this because I enjoy causing pain to people, and proving my obvious superiority over them all. So this is only the beginning Jimmy, the beginning of three weeks you will regret for a lifetime. But I do believe I am going to enjoy this three weeks immensely…Oh yes, I do believe I will be having a gee golly good time.
Lollipop timidly tries to speak…Payne cuts her off
Shut your fucking mouth.
Lollipop looks shocked and silently begins to cry…Obviously she has never truly seen this side of Payne…
Now then I lost to Paladin…
Like I care, honestly. I’ve lost before, I know its hard to believe but true. I still hold a far superior record then the rest of the trash that shares that locker room with me. Look at our World Champ…Not even a winning record. Pathetic. Look at your new challenger FCW. A man who has to drop the names of Payne and Donahue like a child looking for someone to listen to him. So sad when this is what we have been reduced to watching. I will make this promise to you…Come this next Pay Per View, I will steal the show. I will upstage not only the World Title match, but even the battle royal itself. Payne and the beating he will give to Jimmy’s nephew will be what you people are left talking about when it is all said and done. Why? Because I am the main event, I am the True Revolutionary, and I am THE BLONDE BASTARD. I am the man who you plant your fat asses into those too small seats to see wrestle week in and week out. I give those people meaning to their otherwise worthless lives. I bring them a moment that they are allowed to brush shoulders with complete and utter greatness, making them feel important for just a split second in time.
I am their savior. Their mortal God. Their idol. Whatever you want to call it.
This is where you come in Oblivion. Ultimate Weapon Death Match, and you know what? All your little ironic comments and what not mean exactly jack and shit to me. You are the biggest fool I have ever known, not good enough to call the lowest beggar on the streets your equal. You walk the fine line of reality and insanity and perhaps around here some people think that is just bitchrod or whatever the kids call it these days. I call it a complete and utter load of bullshit that you must be at least chin deep in. But, regardless of how stupid you really are the stage has been set and the performance will take place on the 19th of October. That will be a day you remember for all eternity, cause the pain you felt up until now…
You know the holocausts you’ve seen, the blood you’ve split, so on and so forth?
Tap…Tap…Tap…Payne’s laugh and smile convey such smugness that it is sickening…
I’m going to make it all look like a nice game of Candy Land. My pain that I give to you will perhaps redefine the very term as we all know it. I am going to grab that weapon and quite simply do what I do best: Set examples. You will be the example that defines my career Oblivion. Screw the matches with Tennant, the war with Extremely Hardcore Brawler, the clashes with Star, Racer, McKnight, Samson, Scion, Explosion, and all the other fools I’ve left in the dirt face down with their ego’s shattered. It all means nothing until I destroy you with the Ultimate Weapon you have chosen as your own tool of demise. The day of judgment approaches and sadly the verdict has already been handed to me Oblivion…It doesn’t look to good, I must say.
You like movie lines don’t you? Well try this one…
I feel like putting a bullet between the eyes of every panda that wouldn't screw to save its species.
Guess what? Your one of those Pandas…
Tap…Tap…Tap…Another loud crash and Payne walks along as you hear the sobs of Lollipop…And so the cycle continues. We fade out.