Raw Attitude will be a night that Shane Douglas will hold close to his heart. Since that one night in 1995, Shane Douglas has waited, and waited. So much so, that it's driven him crazy. This past Monday Night, Douglas' long waited wish came true. He was given Shawn Michaels - one on one - inside that squared circle. Justice was served, for the legacy of Shawn Michaels was merely spat on by The Franchise. It's been only two weeks that Shane Douglas has been in All Pro Wrestling. Two weeks. Already, heads are turning. Eyes are widening. First; it was Frankie Kazarian. Second; Shawn Michaels. Two promises made, two promises kept. What could possibly make you believe anything other than what he preaches? At Point Blank, Shane will attempt to roll over another 'WWF' household name. This time in the name of The Rock. No doubt about it; The Rock is entertaining. The Rock's trash talk on the microphone is first rate. But his in-ring ability? It's suspect. Why? Because its been years since The Rock last held a World Championship. Its been years since The Rock dominated the professional wrestling scene. This week, Shane Douglas has one thing on his mind and that's to tarnish another WWF Legacy. Another WWF personality - because that's exactly what Shawn Michaels and The Rock are. They are personalities; not professional wrestlers. And at Point Blank, the truth of it will shine like the sun and glow like the moon. Don't miss a beat. Not a single, solitary beat. The cameras begin rolling in a typical Shane Douglas set-up. Nothing fancy. Nothing catches your eye. Plainly and simply; everything is purely focused on him, and him only. Along with his yellow 'F' shirt, Douglas has a pair of faded blue jeans on which cover the best part of his black boots. His arms are folded; a cold expression planted across his face. Then again, when have you seen Shane smiling like a school boy? Never.

the franchise: " Raw Attitude is a moment to be savioured, for revenge has never tasted so sweet. Shawn Michaels had his thousands upon thousands of fanatics, he had his wife and kids, he had the odds - heck, what didn't he have? Intelligence. He didn't have the smarts to realize that there wasn't a flying snowballs chance in hell of him walking out of New York with a victory. His arrogance; it blinded him. I told you all along it would, but you stood in denial. Each and every last one of you. Why? Because you didn't WANT to believe the reality of the situation. You didn't WANT to believe that Shawn Michaels wasn't quite good enough. Nah. Instead, you wanted to follow the fairytale that he made up. Idiots. "

I bet that one hurt 'em. Now that I've got that piece of shit over and done with, I can concentrate on other matters. You know - one's that actually mean something, because The Heart Break Kid no longer exists as the 'Main Eventer'.

the franchise: " Two weeks, two wins. Not bad. Not bad at all, if I do say so myself. Any of you bastards started to realize the truth? Any of you fucking limpwrists learnt your lesson? I've been proving it for years, yet you've chosen to ignore it. Why? Because you're dumb. All of you. There's no other explanation for it, because I've won my World Championships. I've DOMINATED company's. I've done ALL that I possibly can to cement myself as the BEST professional wrestler in this industry. "

Few moments pause.

the franchise: " It's rather funny, you know. One man - at one stage, was considered to be the best going around. At least in the eyes of you morons. "

Cheap shot. Beautiful, wasn't it? I flash an arrogant smirk to the camera. Everything's falling perfectly into plan; as it always does.

the franchise: " This one man left the business. He took his ball, he went home. He pursued another career - and all because one thing. Greed. After all those years of you fucking limpwrists pampering him, The Rock turned his back on you. The Rock packed his bags and headed for Hollywood. He made a few movies .. made a few dollars .. but in the long run, The Rock screwed up. Movie by movie, slowly but surely, The Rock's popularity dropped significantly. And now ... now The Rock is crying out for your hand. He wants to step BACK through the ropes, and into the ring. Thing is - all you maggots are sheep. He clicks his fingers, you jump. That's how it used to be. Despite him turning his back and then asking for forgiveness, nothing has changed. You idiots are STILL at his knees, when really, he doesn't give a damn about you. He doesn't give a shit if you dropped dead tomorrow because he's got another 20,000 assholes chanting his name. "

Showing compassion? Of course not. I'm stating facts. I couldn't give a shit about anyone other than myself. That's how its been since the time I set foot in this business. And guess what? I'm still that same bastard you love to hate.

the franchise: " Rocky, pal - take some of your own advice. Know YOUR Role, and Shut YOUR Mouth! Since the first time you've shown your face, you've pissed me off. You've blabbered on about complete and utter bullshit, because that's all you CAN do, right? That's all you're capable of. You ain't a fuckin' wrestler Rock. You ain't a movie star. You're an entertainer, much like Shawn Michaels. (He Pauses) I find it quite funny that you've actually got the time to write a few paragraphs up about yourself on the Internet. To please the "people", or so you refer to them as. Let me tell ya' somethin' Rocky, you can write all the god damn articles you want 'cause it ain't gonna change a single thing. This Monday Night - you're steppin' uo tp the plate. You're settin' foot in a league you don't belong, and it's gonna cost ya'. It's gonna cost ya' big time, pal. Bigger than any paycheck you've ever received. Bigger than any fuckin' orgasm that slut wife of yours has ever had. I guarantee it - and ya' know why? Because I can. Because I am THE FRANCHISE ... and truth be told ... you can't hold my jock strap, Rocky! "

Seriously, have you seen his article on himself? It's fucking sad. Nobody else is stupid enough to write about themselves other than him. I mean - come on - the guy refers to himself as the third person. Doesn't that tell you anything?

the franchise: " How long's it been since you last had your hands on a World Championship Rocky? Tell me - how long is it since you last dominated the professional wrestling world? Hell, you probably can't even remember. That's how long its been. You tried to make yourself a name in Hollywood. Lasted a year, two tops. Then what happened? You were forgotten. Nobody in Hollywood could give a fuck who you were, what you once did. So now you want to make a return to where you begun. To where you were given stardom. Guess what, pal? Not gonna work. Not on my clock. Yeah - you'll be on the front and back of every Newspaper that can spring to mind but it's gonna be for ALL the wrong reasons. 'CAREER FRANCHISED!'. Ain't it great? (Smirks) You've convinced the world that you're back and that you're about to book me a spot in the Smackdown Hotel .. you've convinced almost EVERYONE there is to convince .. except me. I know how you work Rock. I know the games that you play, and I know exactly how to counter it. Talk your smack. Talk ALL that you possibly can to boost your image .. but from me to you, Rocky .. by the end of Monday Night you'll NEVER wish to show your face again. I will embarrass you .. I will humiliate you .. but most of all .. I will END YOU! ROCK - for years you've whored out how you're god's gift. Monday Night - it stops. All of it. All the spotlight, all the women, all the talk - it shifts AWAY from you and back onto me. More or less; I'm takin' YOUR ASS "