The show is over, and I guess it’s time the man who everyone has been waiting to hear from spoke up...First we see various shots of Mark Payne hitting the Superstar Superkick on Shawn Michaels, Jason Star, and other in the past. Then Payne recording the win over Shawn Michaels making a successful debut in the FCW. Now we’re in ,for lack of creativity, the locker room of “The Blonde Bastard” Mark Payne. At first the only person you see is Lollipop ,dressed in a black mini-skirt and a white sweater getting ready to leave the arena while she packs here bag. Then emerging from around a corner is Mark Payne ,hair obviously wet, and dressed only in a pair of white and black Nike Warmup pants. He sees the camera and throws on a nearby FCW T-shirt and motions the camera to focus on him as he begins...

'The Blonde Bastard' Mark Payne:

I’m sorry to disappoint all of you who were holding out hope on me NOT wrestling in the FCW. But tonight I went out and proved a few points I needed to make. I went in that ring and put on a clinic as I went through Shawn Michaels with little trouble and then lasting in the battle royal for a good amount of time...Not to shabby for a guy who hasn’t wrestled since the end of the summer. It would seem I have not missed a step since the AGW days. Speaking of which I see a lot of people from the old AGW here...One of which I’ll get to later. But some of these guys...Most Holy, Bad Dreams, The Thespians...All I can say is what a joke. The competition seems to be sub-par to say the least, which means it would seem obvious who will be the dominate force around here...THE BLONDE BASTARD is going to pick up right where I left off. I came here to settle some scores, and on a greater note, finally regain some more gold that just seems to look so good around my waist. And I’m not talking about a TV Title, or a Hardcore Title...Mark Payne only cares about one piece of metal in particular. But I suppose I get ahead of myself. I have plenty of time to tell you all just how I will be kicking your asses and taking the World Title ,or whatever they call it around here, at the time it’s handed out. What I really want to talk about is one man...

Tom Tennant...

My bane, I suppose. The one man, no matter how many times I put him in a hospital, he just keeps getting back up and coming back for me. Believe it or not, I always admired that about him. But Tommy, I did miss bashing your brains in, and finally I have a chance to take up my favorite hobby again. So what’s it going to be this time Tennant. I know your sick mind is already turning over the best ways to inflict pain upon me...I’ll play whatever game you want, because if nothing else I’m a ,pardon the pun, a Survivor. Your environment, on the surface, looks like something I would never excel at...But we both know differently Tommy. You know, no matter how many times we fight, you always bring me something new. Your the reason I ascended to the next level Tommy. Without you I would have gotten lax like Michaels, Holy, Speed, and others. I would have stopped trying to be faster, stronger, and more skilled then everyone. While I hate you, I need you, and you need me. We bring each other to the limits like no one else we have ever faced can. For that reason alone I hate you I guess. I hate the fact that your nearly as good as me, that you can take me to that limit. My goal is to so utterly destroy you that the blurry lines separating our talent levels will become erased and I will stand head and shoulders above the you and the rest of the FCW roster. I will be seeing you soon Tennant, sooner then anyone may think. But I know you’ll be ready so. So don’t like behind you, and don’t look to your sides. When I finally decide to come for you I’ll be right in your face, with a chair, or a bat, or something else. I’ll spill your blood and you’ll spill mine. Quire frankly I can’t wait...

Now get out, I have a limo to get to...

That’s it...Go home or something... 1

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