One week reprieve…
Payne looks over the valley without looking up at the camera…A faint hint of amusement in his voice.
That’s all you get FCW. Now that week is over…I decided that I needed this time to think, and plan, and heal. Now I have done all those things and I am ready to resume dominating each and every one of you. After all that’s what I do best…Win, injure, and humiliate.
Payne for the first time looks at the camera and walks toward it, and stops a few feet short…He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a…Po Doll? Yes, indeed the same doll Oblivion seems to enjoy carrying with him everywhere he goes…Payne just holds it as he talks some more.
My memory is good Oblivion…I remember things no one else really does anymore. I remember how Terrance M. Garvin did his best to hold me back in that federation I used to belong to, refusing to acknowledge who I was and my shot against him. He didn’t like me, because I was coming to knock him off his pedestal. I remember how Mark Paris waltzed in and just like that had everything he wanted at a snap of a finger. I remember how Speedy got on his knees and begged Paris to come back. All the while he had a rookie named Mark Payne sitting and waiting for his shot, but he choose a drug addict over me to lead that federation. I remember that finally, after they had all left Speedy finally decided to turn to one Mark Payne to lead. To say the least I felt slighted…
Payne laughs a little at that last comment.
But I have always been an opportunist Oblivion, so I took the football and ran with it so to say. Sure I had a nice 15 minutes over there, and I won what I wanted twice, but really did anyone see me in the same brackets as Paris, Star, Most Holy, or even Speed himself? No, all they saw me for was a nice transitional champion. Sure Speed smiled to my face and stayed in our little stable, but he plotted Oblivion. It took him a month but he got what he wanted…Most Holy with the title and Mark Payne with nothing. A proven stalwart as champion, and the upstart rookie back in the pack where he belongs. Then there was the Clique.
I was never a part of it. Oh sure they smiled to my face…Paris, Speed, Unleaded, and the Pretty Boys. Sure they did, but come on they never accepted me. I was just looked upon as that guy who inconvenienced them by winning the World Title. That title means power, so they smiled to my face to stay in my graces, but behind my back they plotted. They were a bunch of man acting like children who thought their little club meant something to the world. I was blind back then Oblivion, but time has a way of opening your eyes to things. Sure the Pretty Boys run with me know, but can I trust them? I trust no one anymore Oblivion. Not even Lollipop…I trust myself, because I am the only one who looks out for me.
Now I am here, finally building my own legacy. I am finally showing the assholes who held me back my entire career that I am simply to good to be held back. I am doing that by holding this title and sending everyone whom crosses my path down with a superkick. You Oblivion…You are going to take away what I have worked for. I will not allow that. You are on my ground…And your right this ground is Holy Ground. But it is mine to claim, not yours. I am the one who waited six months to finally claim what I should have had all along…I had to watch men like Most Holy and Deathwish smear the name of the FCW World Title for well over three months combined. Then I had to see Scion win my belt, only to lose it and lower it’s worth even more…And Tom…Well we know my feelings on what he did, now don’t we? But like I said I have a good memory Oblivion, after all I remember all that don’t I? Yes, I do…I have a knack for remembering just who I am trying out do.
Payne reaches into his other pocket and gets a bottle of lighter fluid yellow in color and a black lighter…
Family. You cherish that don’t you Oblivion? Well I cherish what I am doing here, and I will not let you destroy it. One of us will not survive Oblivion…
But here let me strike the firs REAL blow my friend…I am going to do to you what you wish to do to me. Destroy one of the reasons we go on…
Payne douses the Po doll with the fluid and then lights it in one quick motion…He tosses it to the rocky ground as it burns…
You see I am dead serious about your threat to me Oblivion…This has been your pleasure compliments of the…Heh…
FCW World Champion.
We fade out as the Po doll continues to burn.