”The Blonde Bastard” Mark Payne:

The Inmates Run this Asylum.

Payne looks up and spits a wad of blood on the floor and smiles sadistically at the camera crew…His teeth are a light red from the blood the flows from his lips and gums.

Oblivion.

The smile stays on Payne’s face, getting more pronounced. But his eyes…His eyes change from slight amusement to a look of cold hatred. He spits yet again and laughs to himself a bit.

You have my attention Oblivion. All these months we have left each other alone, but I think we both knew this was going to be coming. You have decided that the time is right to go to the spot where you think you should be. You claim to be both a God and at the same time an instrument of God. That doesn’t interest me. I don’t care who you claim to be. Hell, call yourself The President, The Pope, or the Hot Dog Guy at Coney Island. It doesn’t matter to me. What does matter to me is that you used me, the FCW World Champion, as your catalyst to put your band of misfits on the map. For such a smart man, you sure do seem bent on pulling idiotic stunts Oblivion. We are on a crash course my deranged friend. Can you feel it? I can. I have spent far to long taking on inferior men. Scion, Explosion, Jean, Rage, etceteras…The list goes on and on. But you Oblivion…It is you who are of a different breed. The breed I have been looking to challenge me since I started my reign here. You and only you. Your minions don’t interest me. Sambo? I wonder how his neck is feeling. Still hurt on a rainy day Sam? The Electrifier? Please, don’t waste my time. Justin Zane? He is but a pale imitation of you Oblivion. These men are not on my level Oblivion. You know that as well somewhere inside your mind. They are not my concern, but I don’t forget so easily. I’ll get to them one way or another down the road. But right now I only have you in my sights Oblivion. Let me introduce myself formally since I don’t think I ever have to you. I am “THE BLONDE BASTARD” Mark Payne, The FCW World Champion, and I am the man who will completely and utterly destroy you. The eND is near…I think that’s how you term it, right? You are absolutely correct then. The end will be coming, for you that is. Your right, I do seek the world of the FCW as my own…

And I shall have it, and I will walk to claim it right over your lifeless carcass. That I promise you Oblivion...

Payne spits yet again, this time the blood having a pinkish color to it, the color that signifies some minor internal damage that will take time to heal. Lollipop leaves saying something about a doctor…Payne pays here no mind. Instead he unstraps the World Title and slings it over his shoulder.

But enough about him. Others require my attention.

Jean, you gave me what I wanted. You gave me the match I desired. Finally, I was able to showcase some of the depths of my talent as the FCW World Champion. But Jean, one thing that the Blonde Bastard is not is a liar…No, I am far from it. I told you that you would not walk out of Civil War with the FCW World Title. I am as good as my word. I took everything you had, and it just wasn’t enough. I proved that when the cards are down I am just that much better then you. But now things will get interesting. True, you did just lose to me, and when I say lose I mean you didn’t even pin me once in our match. You did, however, manage to survive in the main event. So know you are entitled to a title shot of your choosing at the card of your choice. So what’s it going to be? Use your prize to get one last shot at me? How many more beatings will it take Jean before it finally sinks in that I am not going to lose this title to you? One more? If that’s what you choose to do, then so be it. But this is your last chance. If you use your title shot on me then once you lose you will go to the very back of the line. You will go behind Samson, Hazard, Scion, Deathwish, Donahue, Explosion, and Bad Dreams. In other words you will be waiting a long time before you get close to my gold again. It is something to think about isn’t it? The choice is yours Jean. Get beaten by me again, or stay close to me by taking the IC Title. A dilemma if there ever was one. Let me know what you plan on doing, because it will interest me very much…

Finally…

Payne starts coughing and steadies himself against the wall for a moment. He spits once more, and then starts again, his smile never wavering.

Samson, you seem to be delusional. You seem to think that somewhere along the line I started considering you a FCW superstar. I’m sorry I just can’t break that TV Title image of you I have in my mind. I will never consider you as good as me, close to as good as me, or even half as good as me. Samson, you don’t threaten me…You never have, and you never will. You’ve attacked me, run me down in your promos, and done everything humanly possible to get under my skin. Sadly it was all for naught. You amuse me. Really, you do. You don’t do anything of importance around here and yet you think you can throw my name around as if you were right there running neck to neck with me in this fed. Get over it Samson. No one runs by my side in the talent department except the LPB. You want a match with me? Ok, I’m sure that can be worked out. Crawford can listen to this and here my consent to sign the match. Title or non-title, it really doesn’t matter to me. I am a fighting champion and one more successful title defense is all I will get out of you Samson. Oh and as for breaking my pride. Please, no one will ever break that. I’ve lost before, and guess what? It never once made me be less arrogant then I am now. So let’s recap. I’m The Champion, you are not and never will be, I accept your challenge and am looking forward to teaching you just who is the man to beat in the FCW. And before I go…Scion…I know your still there. I just really am not having any fun kicking your ass time after time after time. But if you want to yet again suffer a humiliating defeat at my hands then I’m sure I could make time for you. So until you get the balls to step into my ring with me once again, do me a favor and stop dropping my name like I care about what the hell you do.

Now get out of here…It’s been your pleasure compliments of the:

’BLONDE BASTARD’

As that is said Lollipop and two paramedics come back into the room…The camera then fades.