In this business, there are two select types of people. Those that choose to do professional wrestling for the money, and nothing else. And those that choose to do this for the pure love they have for it. Shane Douglas fits right into the first description, for his appearance has continually been based around himself and NOTHING else. Glamour and reputation - two things which Douglas' strives hard for, but although the arrogance of The Franchise can be somewhat overwhelming, he's without a single shadow of a doubt, a fine competitor. There's a fine line between Entertainment and Competition, and those that succeed and fail. It comes back to one thing; attitude. Do you take the business for granted, and use it for a platform to bigger and better things like The Rock? Or is your soul forever attached to your one true love? Think about it. You may not have a bank account containing 6 digits, but if you've got personal satisfaction, why should money matter? Come's back to one thing. Greed. Those that want more, and those that settle for what they are given. In All Pro Wrestling, Douglas conceeds that his aim is to become World Heavyweight Champion and to rake in every possible dollar he can get his hands on - after all, if that WASN'T your aim, why even bother? Thing is - Shane's been at the top of the mountain before. He's had to shread blood, sweat and tears every night of his LIFE to establish himself as one of the best this industry has ever laid eyes on. But the question being posed - is he past his prime? Has the horse already bolted, so to speak? Time will only tell. This Monday night on Raw Attitude, Shane Douglas will set foot in the squared circle against Frankie Kazarian - more or less, a rookie. Expectations are for this to be over within a matter of a few short minutes. Stranger things have happened, though. Tune in. The scene winds up with Shane Douglas' arrogant smirk fading up. His arms are tightly crossed. He shruggs off somewhat of a short lasting chuckle, before turning his full attention towards the camera.

the franchise: " Nothing ever ceases to amaze me. In all the years I've been in this business, kids actually think that they're givin' me somethin' I've never seen before. Haha. They couldn't be further from the truth, because fact is; I've seen it all. I've HEARD it all. "

A few moments pass by.

the franchise: " Frankie - I'll lay it out as simple as I possibly can for ya'. Don't piss down my back ... and tell me ... that it's raining. I've travelled roads you can only begin to imagine. I've held Championship Belts you've craved for. Heck, kid - I'm what you aspire to be. I've done all I possibly can in the business, but the thing is, I want more. I'm not gonna sit back and watch saps like you steal the spotlight that I can STILL have. Why should I roll over and die for you, Frankie? Why should I make it easy for a punk ass like you? Screw you. Screw the people. It's about me, it always was, and it always will be. "

God I love me. I really, really, really do.

the franchise: " I've been crying out for competition over a number of years. Never once have I been granted my wish. What makes you any better than any past limpwrist? Huh? What triggers a thought in your head that you can actually defeat me? Really - tell me - because I'd love to know how you figured that one out. I've beaten the best there ever WAS to beat. I've PROVEN ... Where as you, Frankie ... you haven't done jack shit. "

Harsh, but why sugarcoat it? The guy's got nothing on me. Absolutely nothing.

the franchise: " Yesterday, you mustered up enough balls to show your face. I'll be honest; you didn't impress me the slightest. In fact, all you did was clarify the fact that come Raw Attitude, It's gonna be a stroll in the park. Whether you're yet to believe it or not - you WILL be faced with reality. That being; you're NOT the future like so many before you have claimed to be. You're merely a number on a long, long list. One way or another - you're gonna realize that. If that takes knockin' your head off it's shoulders, then that's exactly ... what I'll do. "

Lowering my head, I take a moments pause to collect a few thoughts. Not that I need anything of genius material to put this meathead away.

the franchise: " Stepping stone. It's an old cliché I'd prefer not to use, for it's use has gone well over the limit. But the truth is - that's all you are. One stepping stone in order for me to take ONE step closer to securing what is rightfully mine, and that's the World's Heavyweight Championship. You're not a threat. You're not a challenge. You ain't even the gum on the back of my fucking boot. Until you get somewhere and win Championships that have more value than a pinch of shit, then I ain't gonna raise an eyebrow for you. Want my respect? Earn it, kid. Showing balls by you stepping foot in the ring with me ain't gonna impress me. Instead, it shows me your stupidity. It shows me a weakness. And if you haven't worked it out already, Frankie, I exploit any hint of weakness. Why? Because I'm the best. Because there's not another man standing on this continent, that can call themselves the better man. Not one. (Smirks) Time. It ain't stoppin' Frankie. It keeps on tickin', which means by each tick, we're drawing closer and closer to Raw Attitude. To your demise at the hands ... of the FRANCHISE!

Once again, I flash a typical arrogant grin to the camera. You know - the one that all you maggots love to hate? Yeah, that one.

the franchise: " I've wasted more than enough time that I've needed to on you. I ain't gonna over-do it. I'm gonna keep it straight forward, so even an imbecile like you can understand. "

I clear my throat. Not because I need to - but because it adds to the already intensified statement I'm delivering. Come on - you know what I mean. It's all about the hype, people. The hype!

the franchise: " Raw Attitude - It's just you and me. One on one. I ain't wrestled in months, but kid, don't place a bet of any shape or form that you're gonna take advantage of ring rust ... 'cause I'm a professional ... I'm the Franchise, for fuck-sake ... that alone explains itself. (Grins) Be seein' ya, kiddo. "

Fade to black.