Mark Blood: Thank you for that.
*The crowd cheers again.*
MB: You know, when I started here, everyone saw me as my father's son. Everyone expected me to be a particular someone. The bar was raised higher for me than everyone else. It's the curse of being a second generation star. I'll be honest. I bought into it. I thought I was better than everyone else. I expected to receive more respect than I got because I felt that the Blood name deserved it. I quickly learned that it wasn't the case. Respect is earned, not handed down from generation to generation. I can say that I am a changed man in that respect. There is one thing about me that hasn't changed. I have always tried to be my own man. Despite feeling that I should be respected because of my father's history, I wanted to carve out my own legacy. My father made his career as the face of Masters of Wrestling. As for me? I wanted... no, I want, to be the face of the New Revolution Wrestling League. And damn it, I promise that I will one day be the top guy in this company and take it to heights it has never seen before!
*The crowd cheers. Mark looks toward the ring entrance.*
MB: There's a guy in the back who feels I will never be that guy. He thinks I'm a waste of space around here and has done everything he can to make my life a living hell. That man helped train me. He was a friend of my father. He was like a big brother to me. But not anymore. John Fraust, you've made it your mission to destroy me. I'm here tonight to put an end to it. Slither out from whatever rocks you are hiding in and face me in the ring like a man!
*Almost immediately, Fraust's music begins to play and he walks out to the ring to a chorus of boos. He walks over to the announce table and grabs a microphone. He smirks up at Mark Blood in the ring and then climbs in.*
John Fraust: So very touching. I have to say, you speak with such passion. Such fire! If I didn't know better, I would actually believe you could do it. I could actually see the son of the great Mike Blood dominating the NRWL just as Mike dominated Masters of Wrestling.
*Fraust turns to the crowd.*
Such a beautiful picture. Such a perfect story!!!
*He quickly turns around and gets in Mark's face.*
JF: But it's just that. A story. A fairy tale. A fantasy of a boy who grew up idolizing is father and believing he could emulate him. When I helped train you all those years ago I hoped that boyhood dream would come true but I never believed it would happen. I didn't believe it then and I don't believe it now.
*Mark's face is flush with red and he appears ready to strike Fraust. Fraust steps back and raises a hand.*
JF: Hold on. I'm not done. It's no secret that I love your father like he's my own father. What he accomplished in his career is more than I ever did. In fact, there aren't many people in the entire wrestling world who could say they accomplished more than him. I never thought you could rise to that same level but you never needed to. You only needed to successfully carry on his legacy. When I came back to the NRWL, I looked for the guy who was carrying the torch for the Blood family. I found him but the torch wasn't lit anymore. I didn't see the proper successor. You want to know the truth, Mark? I came back to the NRWL to be the mentor to you that your father was to me. I was sickened to find that you weren't worth the effort. So yeah, I have made it my purpose to run you out before you tarnish your family name anymore than you already have.
*Both men stare at each other. The crowd is getting loud, some cheering in support of Mark Blood, others in support of John Fraust.*
MB: Then maybe it's time for me to prove to you that I am good enough. No more of your backstage attacks. No more tag team matches. Just you. Just me. One on one in this ring.
JF: Now you're talking.
MB: But it's not enough. You've taken too much from me. You've kept me down all season long and I am ending this. It'll be one on one... but it will be Extreme Rules. No holds barred! No disqualification! No count outs! Falls count anywhere!
JF: You really want to go out with a bang. Fine by me. It's your funeral. I'll do you one favor. I promise to make it quick.
MB: I wasn't done.
JF: Oh! *Fraust steps back with an exaggerated surprise reaction* There's more?! Please, have mercy.
MB: There won't be anything quick about it because this is all happening.... in an IRON MAN MATCH!
*The crowd explodes in cheers of excitement. Fraust's face takes on a brief look of legitimate surprise. He quickly steels himself once again.*
JF: You're on. See you in the ring.
*Both men stare each other down. Finally, Fraust drops his microphone, says someone inaudible to Mark as he walks by him, and exits the ring. Mark Blood's music plays. Mark stands in the ring and stares at Fraust as he walks back. Fraust walks to the stage, turns around and both men stare each other down from the distance between them. He turns around and walks into the back. Mark Blood stands in the middle of the ring, raises his face to the ceiling, closes his eyes, and takes in the energy from the crowd.*
