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 APW logo slowly fades away and we can clearly identify Shane Douglas standing still with his arms crossed outside the front of the Roberts Stadium in Evansville, Indiana. Ring a bell? It's where Point Blank is being held.

the franchise: " The clock is constantly ticking each and every second. Closer we draw, Rock. It's now only a matter of a few short hours until you and I both set foot in the squared circle. But the thing is, whilst there's only a few hours separating me from ripping you apart, I'll still be wrestlin' in a weeks time. But you? Nah. You won't be competing. You'll be finding yourself on the 13th floor in a Hospital Bed, suckin' all of life's pleasures through a fucking straw. Heh, the best thing about that pal, is that you ain't got nobody else to blame .. but yourself. "

Silence. At least for those few seconds until I verbally begin raping "The People's Champ" again.

the franchise: " Let's set the record straight once and for all. Being The Peoples Champ, being The Great One and BEING the Brahma Bull is ALL a bunch of bullshit. Its got you a gimmick. Nothing more, nothing less. Don't flatter yourself though, 'cause guaranteed names like those don't even send a chill down a five year old's spine let alone one of the morons in the back. "

Sometimes I really can't be bothered with this shit. Honestly. Why bother? These idiots don't pay attention. They continue to speak their bullshit and I continue to embarrass them. It's practically become a part of life.

the franchise: " Take away ALL the catch phrases. Take away ALL the expensive clothes. Take away ALL the fans. What are you left with, Dwayne? Huh? NOTHING!! Not a god damn THING, and ya' know why? 'Cause you're an over-rated piece of TRASH ... and tonight ... tonight Rock, I'm gonna prove it to the REST of the world! "

With that said, I shake my head from side to side. He's a disgrace. No, really, he fucking is. It's gonna be one HELL of a satisfying moment watching his career fade away like a dieing sun!

the franchise: " To think, that despite all the warnings I've hit you with, you still actually have the nerve to mock me. You've proven one thing to me, pal - you're dumber than I first thought. You think by mocking The Franchise that I'm gonna allow you to get away with it? Do you actually think, Rock, that by PISSING me off you're gaining an advantage? (Shakes His Head) Idiot. Fucking idiot. That's all you are. If you had ANY spec of god damn INTELLIGENCE then you'd KNOW that by pissing off The Franchise, ya' signing your own Death Certificate! Since the time this match has been carved in stone, I've warned you. I've given every little bit of advice that I possibly can, but you've taken it with a pinch of shit and you've SPAT all over it. BIG ... MISTAKE, ROCK!! "

My face turns to a bright red. Anger felt like never before. A rage inside so deep, that even surprises me to an extent. I compose myself. I point to the camera and fiercly stare a hole right through it.

the franchise: " Rock ... look into my eyes. LOOK into my fuckin' eyes. See, son, while daddy Rocky Johnson was teachin' you how to entertain, how to sell merchandise and how to step into mainstream wrestling .. I, Shane Douglas, was becomin' the mother-fucking FRANCHISE! While Rocky Johnson was winning Tag Team Titles, watching your little league games, I was WINNING Tag Team titles with REAL legends like Ricky 'The Dragon' Steamboat! And you..? Ha-ha. "

Here comes the best bit.

the franchise: " You were aspiring to become a footballer, whilst I was taking the world of professional wrestling by STORM! I was winning World Titles, I was making a difference .. Rocky, I was changin' company by fuckin' company and redefining the god damn industry. "

Arrogantly, I flash a smirk to the camera. I knew they'd all hate that one and that's precisely why I did it. To piss off people like The Rock and his millions and millions of stupid assholes around the globe.

the franchise: " While the fans were chanting "Die Rocky, Die", I was the EC-FUCKING-W WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! If you ain't got the damn POINT, Rock - quite simply, I'm better than you. I always HAVE been and I always WILL be! Don't play pretend, Dwayne. Don't attempt to convince yourself of a victory that JUST ain't in the radar. It's mother nature ... you're EXPECTED to roll over and die .. and you will .. because I'm The FRRRRANCHISE, and there ain't nothin' that comes close! At Point Blank, tonight - it's just you and me. No intereference. No weapons. No talk. Just pure wrestling, and that Rocky is where I've got ya' beat hands down 'cause a limpwrist like you ain't gonna last a SECOND in the ring with me. Not a promise, pal. It's a guaran-damn-tee!!"

I take a few steps closer to the camera.

the franchise: " Smell that Dwayne? It's called Brahma Bull-SHIT .. Or in other words; the scent of your failure. Ha-ha. See ya' soon champ! "

Fade to black.