’The Blonde Bastard’ Mark Payne:
So here I stand before the world…The FCW World Champion. I waited six months to call myself that, and it feels damn good.
Payne takes the title off of his lap and slings it over his right shoulder…Lollipop comes up behind him and proceeds to massage his shoulders for him, Payne grimaces in pain at first, but then relaxes and starts again.
I’ve given all I have in me for this belt. Blood, Sweat, and Tears. Tommy knows what I’m talking about, because he gave the same things for it. I am the icon the represents the FCW now. People look at me and associate MY name with Full Contact Wrestling…That means that as of right now I have become the most recognized man in this federation, and dare I say the wrestling industry.
Payne smiles at that…He looks down for a moment and then speaks again…
And I love it. I love the feeling, indeed I had forgotten what it felt like to be called the World Champion. Odd, that a man with my talents would go so long without a World Title. But regardless, I have finally buried the fact that I was a so-called “choke-artist”. Because this belt proves otherwise. This belt is a message to the rest of the FCW roster that I am the BEST. To become the best you must defeat me, and boys I know you just don’t have what it takes to take this machine down. What it all came down to is that I did what I said I would. I defeated three of the FCW’s best, I became World Champion, and a hurt a few people along the way. But something else happened tonight…Maybe you people figured it out, maybe not. In any case I’ll tell you.
Look at our past world champs. The Old Man, Scion, Deathwish, and Tennant…They all made this belt a waste. People don’t respect it because of the legacy those four have left it. I can change that…I want to change it. Why? Because I am the True Revolutionary, THE BLONDE BASTARD, and that is my nature. I am the best, and this title by default will now become the prize that all my fellow wrestlers strive for. I once again care about this gold…I embodies what I am after all. I never stopped caring about it really, but my little charade did the job nicely. Just look at Sambo, my first opponent. He actually wrote me off thinking that my loss to Tennant would mean I was a easy picking, that my lost sense of direction would lead him to glory. He was painfully wrong on that one. Sambo, how did it feel? Knowing that I held your very career in my grasp, and that if I wanted to I could have angled that Death Valley Driver just a bit differently, and broken your neck like a twig. I spared you Sambo…Even I have some compassion. But at the same time my message got through to you. You’re not on my level Sambo. It took me just seven minutes to put you down. That’s all…I told you it was gonna be that way. But don’t feel bad Sambo. There is a reason that I am the FCW World Champion right now…All you did was find out that reason the hard way. Now Sambo, stop wasting my time…I proved my point to you. Come back and face me when you have improved a little…Maybe your time in the TEW will do you good. It will teach you that you still have a long way to go before you can hang with me.
That brings me to Jean…Who gave me what I would call one of the greatest fights of my life. Jean, you’re good…But like I said I’m better. I was too much for you in the end, like I knew I would be. I know you won’t give up Jean. That’s good, because I’ll need to build this titles legacy on wins over men like yourself. I handed you your first FCW loss, and that’s something I know that you’re not happy about. Nobody wants to lose, but you lost to the best, and besides me in this fed, you’re probably the second best here. But enough of the love fest…Jean, if you do decide to come for me again I will tear you a new one. I am not one to hold back in the ring, and in all my arrogance, I still know that I’m more the half of what I say I am, and that Jean is much more then you’ll ever be. You’ve fought no names and no talents up until your stepped in the ring with me. Congratulations you finally got your feet wet. You fought a true SUPERSTAR, and found out what it is like to lose to one. How did it feel to be in the ring with greatness? I don’t know what it’s like, because Jean, I’m the best and everyone I fight I never consider my equal. You want my respect? You have to earn it boy, and you can only earn it through spilling my blood. Then you’ll get some true respect out of me, but until then your just another name I defeated…And that’s all.
Which brings me to Bad Dreams…And what can I say? If I had been at 100 percent I would have finished him a lot quicker. I had a brutal match with Jean, he had two relatively easy wins. Yet I still finished him off to become the NEW World Champion. Bad Dreams, I know what your gonna say, and punk, if I were you, and I thank God every morning that I’m not, I’d save it. Your words will only sound hollow because the world already knows who the better man is, and that man has 25 pounds of gold over his shoulder right now. So Dreams take a number and get back in line, because right now I have the whole FCW against me, because I have what they want. I’m excited at that prospect…Mowing through the roster makes me tingle. People like Hazard, The Paladin, Scion, Skull Ganz, and others. All of them think that they could be where I am. I am about to prove them all dead wrong. I’m Mark Payne, The FCW World Champion and that says it all right there. I am why these people come to watch these events…They come to see what this machine can do in the ring. It doesn’t matter who my opponent is…I always put asses in seats, and I put on the show they want to see. Love me or hate me, they must respect me.
As the rest of the FCW must also do now…
And before I go…RAGE, spare me your insults. I will see you in the ring this Monday when I plant you with another loss and show you how a true champion fights…
As always it’s been your pleasure compliments of the:
”BLONDE BASTARD”
With that said we fade out…