After several months on the sidelines, questions had been asked if Douglas could prevail in his first night back. On Monday Night, Douglas brushed aside Frankie Kazarian as if he hadn't missed a competitive match in a decade. Fluke? Nah, not in a million years. Shane Douglas promised the job would be done - and it was. One week later, Shane Douglas has been served the responsbility of one Shawn Michaels involving Hardcore stipulations. You'd highly suggest that stipulations as such are clearly favouring The Franchise. In saying that - Shawn Michaels won't succumb as easily as you'd hope. Some would suggest that it's Douglas, representing ECW as it's ebst, up against The Heart Break Kid - also titled as WWF/E's best. Question remains; who's better? Yeah, Michaels' has achieved more. But let's face it. Would Shawn have lasted a month, let alone years upon YEARS in Extreme Championship Wrestling? Of course not. Two completely different wrestling styles will lock horns in what promises to be a blockbuster. Don't miss out. The APW logo slowly fades away into the bottom left corner, as the cameras begin rolling in somewhat of a gym environment. Everything you'd expect to see in a gym is right in front of your eyes, but strangely, there's a middle aged man doing push ups. Due to the camera angle, we can only see a pair of black boots to the right of the man. Slowly, the camera pans up and slightly zooms out. The man standing to the side is Shane Douglas and his arms are crossed with a cold expression planted across his face. The man doing push ups isn't exactly doing it with ease, as grunts and moans can be constantly heard along with the sweat trickling down his entire face.

the franchise: " World Wrestling Federation; a boyhood dream, huh? Bullshit. It's politics. Whoever touched Vince's heart would stand in a long list of un-talented fucks to become the next World Heavyweight Champion. That's how it worked, and none more so touched Vince in such a way, than the great Shawn Michaels. "

I look down to the ground, just to check that I've still got that guy completing his never ending push ups. Ha-ha. Five bucks; that's all it took. Everybody does have a price after all, huh?

the franchise: " What sickens me, is that you fucking imbeciles are at his knees. He's turned his back on you idiots time and time again, yet the second he asks for your forgivness, what do you do? You open your arms and you adopt him as once again, the son you never had. It's pathetic. Downright pathetic, and this week - it stops. All the ass kissing, all the pampering, all the talk about the Heart Break Kid and his legacy - it ENDS. "

Silence. Well, apart from that idiot doing the push ups.

the franchise: " Shawn, for years upon years, I've awaited this opportunity. I've awaited this one, single moment. On Monday Night - my wish is granted, and after all these years - revenge will serve as justice. You've had everything Michaels. You've had everything you've ever wanted, and that's a credit .. but not to you .. because the fact is, Shawn - you didn't do a damn THING to earn what you've been given. Nah - not a damn fucking thing. Vince McMahon has handed all that he possibly can in this business to you and more. Funny thing is - you've made the rest of the world believe that you've actually got a raw ability in the squared circle. Heh, well .. almost the entire world .. bar one, single person. Me. I've despised you since day one, because I've seen past the sugarcoated bullshit that you've wrapped yourself in. You ain't a professional wrestler. You're an Entertainer. That's ALL you'll ever be and on Raw Attitude, I'm gonna expose that flaw of yours .. and I'm gonna prove, Shawn .. that there's only ONE Franchise, and you're lookin' right at him. "

By now, that guy I paid five bucks to perform a countless number of push ups is laying face first on the ground. He's sweating profusely, he's breathing heavily. I shake my head, not giving a damn.

the franchise: " In 1995, I made a mistake. I aligned myself with a bunch of fucking politics. What happened? I was given the gimmick of 'Dean Douglas' .. otherwise known as the laughing stock of the month. Due to Shawn Michaels and his injury at that particular time, I was awarded the Intercontinental Championship .. an ya' know what, Shawn? I was MADE defend that piece of SHIT belt the very same night because of you. By the night's end, that Intercontinental Title was firmly fitted around the waist of Razor Ramon .. as my 'reign', if you will, went down in the history books as the shortest ever. Laugh you will, Shawn ... but deep down inside, you know damn well that had I'd been given an opportunity then I would of wiped that ring crystal clean with you. Though, that wasn't gonna happen. You were the idol. You were the Main Eventer. More or less; you were the one satisfying Vince under the desk. "

Cheap shot. Gotta' love 'em. The guy doing push ups, or the guy that's SUPPOSED to be, catches his breath back and attempts to do some more but struggles to even complete one.

the franchise: " Hard work can be pissed away easily, Shawn. I busted my gut, but at first, what did I get? I got a kick in the gut. Why? Because of limpwrists like you. I was made play second fiddle to a flamboyant piece of shit, and I gotta' tell ya' Michaels - that don't sit too well with me. "

Shaking my head in disgust, I've had enough. I put my boot on the guy's back and push him down to the ground. He doesn't fight back. Why would he? He's got his five bucks. He can't do anymore push ups, anyway. Hell - I'm doing the fuck a favour.

the franchise: " I was held back. Not any longer. Time's changed, and you ain't what you used to be Heart Break. Since that select day in 1995, you've taken a dive downhill .. but me? Oh, no. As soon as I left WWF, I sky rocketed. I became what Vince didn't want to see, and that's the best this industry has EVER laid their eyes on. Still to this day - you claim yourself to be The Icon, The Showstopper and the rest of those two cent fucking liners ... but you aren't ... you aren't what you once were. Week in week out, you've whored the same old shit out. Aren't you gettin' sick of hearing it yourself, Shawn? I mean - honestly ... do you actually think that you're killing off ECW by each and every single week? Needless to say, that's what every fuckin' limpwrist says once he downs a former ECW competitor .. but that's besides the point .. because you're supposed to be Shawn Michaels. You're supposed to have brains - keyword: supposed. But you don't. You've got nothing but an old and washed up gimmick that you should've laid to rest five years ago. But no. You don't want to let go, do ya'? You wanna' keep holding onto long lost glory, but this Monday Night, it's gonna come un-stuck and it's gonna leave you in a pool of embarassment when you're caught with ya' fuckin' pants down! (Douglas Laughs) You might've pulled a victory over a couple ECW immitations, but lets face it. Until you've beaten me or Raven - you ain't done jack shit to call yourself an 'ECW Killer'. Truth is - ECW died because they couldn't provide enough money to satisfy my bank account. (Pause) Hah. Nah. Not really. "

I flash an evil smirk to the camera and release somewhat of a short lived chuckle. You know, it's quite funny. These WWF idiots defeat a couple of former ECW guys, and instantly - they think they've hit the jackpot and think that they're invinsible. It's the same thing every single time, and really, it's become an annoyance. Stupidity is such a bitch, huh?

the franchise: " D-Generation X is somethin' you still keep close to your heart, ain't it? Despite it being all those years ago, you're attempting to re-live what once brought you glory. Thing is - you ain't cut out for that type of shit these days Shawn. You're a father for fuck-sake. Look after your bitch of a daughter and your bastard of a son. Do somethin' productive, 'cause both of the runts ain't gonna enjoy lookin' up to their daddy when he's got stiches from head to toe. "

Footage of Shawn Michaels as World Champion fade up. He's holding the Title high above his head, tears streaming down his face. It quickly fades and the cameras switch back to the intense face of The Franchise.

the franchise: " You've had your highs ... you've reached the pinnacle of professional wrestling, despite not having to bust your balls ... but you've reached it. You've been on the front of Magazines, you've made the cash, you've had the women ... but even so - you've never been the Franchise. You've never been ... Shane Douglas. And to be frank - you never will be. This Monday Night, all your glory shatters into a million pieces. Your time in the limelight has come and gone, and now Shawn, it's time you bow out .. and how fitting .. that I'm the man to add the finishing touches .. to your career. Ha-ha. "

Once again, footage of Shawn Michaels fades up onto our screens. This time, it's of Survivor Series. Otherwise known as 'The Canadian Screwjob', for the slow ones. We're only showed the main parts of it, with the ending involving the three count and the fierce afthermath acts of Bret Hart. Slowly it fades, and we see Shane Douglas with a big grin plastered across his face.

the franchise: " I shouldn't have to remind you of Survivor Series, but fuck it, I will, because I can't resist the opportunity to blow your ass to bits. (Pauses) 1997 Survivor Series is the classical example of what I'm preaching. You didn't earn a cent. You wern't WORTHY of what you were being handed. Quite simply - you walked out Champion because yourself and Vince McMahon pulled off the biggest screwjob in Sports Entertainment. Right then and there you proved to the world that without Vince McMahon, you'd be fucking hopeless. He needed you, you needed him. Worked a treat, huh? Too bad it ain't like that these days Shawn, 'cause now all you've got is yourself and the memories. Heh - mark my words. Victory is always sweet, but this Monday Night, It's gonna be all the better ... because I've spent YEARS awaiting the chance for revenge .. and finally ... finally .. I've got it. Ha-ha-ha. Monday Night; Raw Attitude. You're gettin' your ass "