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Raw Attitude didn't up shaping as a night that Shane Douglas will always remember for the right reasons. He was expected to walk out with a victory. After downing Shawn Michaels and The Rock in previous weeks, it seemed almost inevitable that Christian was the next to succumb to The Franchiser. But it didn't happen. Shane was oblivious to Christian's foot on the ropes, therefore, he raised his arms up in the air in what he thought was another victory. Christian took full advantage, swung him around, and nailed the Un-Prettier. In three short seconds; it was over. Signed, sealed and delivered. Christian walked out with an un-expected victory and left Shane Douglas in mis-belief, and to ponder what might have been. This week, Raw Attitude comes to you from Alabama where Douglas is set to face off aginst Bret 'The Hitman' Hart. It's no secret that Hart's legacy is one most cheerish, and one that most would dream to have. However - Douglas' incentive differs, for his admiration is not set on Bret Hart. But instead - himself. For years, Bret Hart has stood atop the professional wrestling mountain. Steve Austin, Scott Steiner, Hulk Hogan, Sting - some of the biggest names that can spring to your mind have all failed to put the Hitman to sleep. September 5th, It's Shane Douglas' chance. Can he end the career of one of the best there ever has been and will be? Or will Douglas drop consecutive matches? Time will only tell.
-[[ The cameras fade up to an unusual setting. It appears as though we're somewhere in the backstage area of a Game Show. However - not just ANY game show. This one is somewhat specific to professional wrestling. It's name? " Ask The Opponent ". Apparently Shane Douglas will be standing opposite to Bret Hart, in which then The Host of the Game Show will put forward five questions each to both 'contestants', if you will. Audience wise - it's impressive. There's not an empty seat in sight. The anticipation is rapidly increasing by each second, whilst in the meantime, Douglas is staring himself down in a mirror in his backstage Locker Room. ]]- " THE FRANCHISE " Shane Douglas: " You are a genius. A clean, cut, genius. You, and only you would think of such a plan to humiliate Bret Hart even more than the other day. Ha-ha. It's gold, brother. " -[[ Shane turns around and is met with a man attempting to dress up in Bret Hart's wrestling attire. What the fuck's going on? ]]- " THE FRANCHISE " Shane Douglas: " Hurry up. You've got five minutes before we're out there. Have you read over your lines? " " THE MIMICKER " Some Guy: " Certainly. I've got each and every last word nailed down, sir. By the night's end, Bret Hart won't want to EVER show his face in public again. I promise you, sir. " -[[ Douglas smirks, evily. ]]- " THE FRANCHISE " Shane Douglas: " You'd better hope so, for your sake. If you fuck up - your head's on the roll. Got it kid? " -[[ The guy takes a rather large gulp and sucks in the air - but at the same time, nods his head, re-assuring The Franchise. ]]- " THE FRANCHISE " Shane Douglas: " Tonight is of great importance. If you manage to pull it off kid, not only have you done me a favour .. but you've done the United States of America .. a favour. Know why, kid? " " THE MIMICKER " Some Guy: " Ummm .. not exactly sir. " " THE FRANCHISE " Shane Douglas: " Plainly and simply put - he's past it. If this business is to evolve, it's sights must be set on the future. Bret Hart - as GOOD as he may of been - was never quite Shane Douglas. He was always my personal bitch, but ya' know, I ain't findin' it too fun slappin' him around from right to left. He's defenseless. He's meaningless. He's been my platform for years, and it's about damn time that I take that next step into securing that APW World Championship. What better way than to end the career of the 'great' Bret Hart? Ha-ha. " " THE MIMICKER " Some Guy: " I understand .. but why pick me to do this job? Why not embarrass him first hand, if you know what I mean? " -[[ That smile of Douglas' quickly fades. He's not impressed by that last comment. Not in the slightest. ]]- " THE FRANCHISE " Shane Douglas: " No, you damn limpwrist, I DON'T know what you mean. See it this way - I'm paying you to make a mockery out of someone. Does anything else matter? I'm satisfied if you stick to the plan. You're happy as long as you're paid. But bare in that mind of yours, pal, you fuck up and you WILL suffer concequences that you never imagined possible. I've been in this business a long time, kid. A LONG time. If there's one bit of advice that I can pass down to you, then It's to shut your mouth, don't ask questions and remember your lines. It's THAT simple. " -[[ Shane Douglas shakes his wrist and holds it out to read the time off his watch. ]]- " THE FRANCHISE " Shane Douglas: " Time's tickin'. Get your ass into gear. I'll see you out there. " -[[ The guy nods his head once again, and watches on as Shane Douglas brushes past him and walks out of the room. Assumingly - to center stage. The "Mimicker", or so we call him, puts on the Bret hart wrestling attire along with a custom made mask. Amazingly, it actually appears as though it's the real Bret Hart. Well - despite the fact that he isn't exactly as big as Bret Hart. He's roughly the same height, however, his body is only lightly framed. The next thing you know, the camera's re-open the scene with The Host of the show dressed in an expensive black suit with matching trousers. He's your typical metro-sexual host - I need not explain further. Once the audience quiet down, we're focused solely on "Ask The Opponent". ]]- " THE HOST " Ken Smith: " Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen, and welcome to another edition of 'Ask The Opponent'. I'm your host, Ken Smith, and tonight we've been graced upon by two of the very best in professional wrestling. Two names which have dominated two separate companies. Two names which have struck fear into the eyes of all opponents across the globe for a decade. Tonight; I present to you Bret Hart .. and Shane Douglas! " -[[ Not too shaby of an introduction, huh? The audience immediately applause right after Ken finishes up his last few words. From behind a black curtain walks out Shane Douglas in a respectable black suit. His hair slicked back; his shoes polished. One could say, Douglas is styling and profyling - to quote The Nature Boy. Shane walks over to Ken, shakes his hand, and takes a seat behind a modified version of a desk. ]]- " THE HOST " Ken Smith: " Shane, welcome to the show. It's a pleasure to have you and we must thank you for taking the time out of your busy shecdule to come on the show tonight. Now, before we introduce your opponent for tonight, one's gotta' ask - how's the body? Last week, you suffered your first loss -- " " THE FRANCHISE " Shane Douglas: " I made a rare mistake, Ken. But let me tell ya' - lightening WON'T strike twice. I can guaran-damn-TEE you of that one, jack! " " THE HOST " Ken Smith: " About your opponent - Bret Hart - it's my understanding that on Monday Night, you two will be facing off in what promises to be a possible show stealer. " -[[ Shane rolls his eyes into the back of his head. Quite clearly he doesn't agree. ]]- " THE FRANCHISE " Shane Douglas: " Got the first part right, pal, but it ain't gonna be a show stealer. It ain't gonna come down to the wire, it AIN'T gonna be one of those nail biters. It's simple math, Ken - Bret steps foot in the ring at Raw Attitude, and it's a night that he ain't ever gonna get back. Rest assure - I WILL walk out with victory one way or another. There's no two way's about it. " -[[ The camera directs its full attention back to Ken Smith. About time he introduces Douglas' opponent, eh? ]]- " THE HOST " Ken Smith: " Good Luck to you tonight, Shane. Now - the other contestant - you may or may not know. He's won several Championship belts. He's been proclaimed by the public as a Legend in the business. Without further ado, Ladies and Gents, please put your hands together for BRET .. HART! " -[[ "Bret Hart" - otherwise known as Douglas' mimicker - emerges from the back in full "Hitman" wrestling attire. The audience is stunned, somewhat, yet still find enough in them to cheer. Hart waves - not once, not twice, not three times, but FOUR consecutive times. Haha. That one really takes the piss outta' the English Royalty. ]]- " THE HOST " Ken Smith: " Might I say, Bret, that's an unusual appearance you have there. Nobody has ever quite used that tactic before. " " THE MIMICKER " Bret Hart: " Tactic? What are you smokin'? This is the pink and black ATTACK! This .. is .. The HITMAAAAN! " " THE HOST " Ken Smith: " Right. Whatever champ. Anyhow, how about we get this thing started? " -[[ The audience cheers as Hart takes a seat opposite Shane Douglas. Ken Smith has a pack of cue cards in which he shuffles randomly. He takes a quick look before turning his attention back up to the camera. ]]- " THE HOST " Ken Smith: " You know the rules. First up is Shane Douglas. (Pauses) Shane, can you guess the IQ of Bret Hart? It doesn't have to be exact. A range - for example - 90 to 100. " -[[ Douglas rubs his chin, thinking long and hard. At least - we're made to believe that by his reactions. ]]- " THE FRANCHISE " Shane Douglas: " Not the easiest of tasks, Ken. Hell - I'll take a wild stab at it. Somewhere between 20-30? " " THE HOST " Ken Smith: " Bret, can you confirm this? " " THE MIMICKER " Bret Hart: " CHEATER! CHEATER, GOD PINK AND BLACK DAMNIT! HE CHEATED THE HITMAN!! " " THE HOST " Ken Smith: " Shane Douglas - you're CORRECT! One point to "The Franchise". Bret - it's your turn. Is Shane Douglas the greatest pro wrestler alive today? ... What the heck? Who wrote these? " -[[ Ken stands in dis-belief. He's got no idea where that question came from. Hart goes right ahead and answers it regardless. ]]- " THE MIMICKER " Bret Hart: " Umm .. Ummmm .. Um mum um mum umm .... Yes. By a country mile. Not even I - THE HIIITMAAAAN - can compete with Shane Douglas. It's true; I admit it. I'm HALF the man The Franchise is! " -[[ By now, the audience and Ken Smith have caught onto the fact that Shane Douglas, more or less, has rigged the questions AND hired some lunatic to pretend to be Bret Hart. Whoever said Money doesn't make the world go 'round? ]]- " THE HOST " Ken Smith: " Uh .. Shane? Is that correct? " -[[ Ken's face is bright red. Understandably, too. He's being made look like an idiot on his own show. But you've gotta love it. Douglas is grinning widely - and why wouldn't he? All is fitting into plan perfectly. ]]- " THE FRANCHISE " Shane Douglas: " Spot on. Fact is - you can have an IQ like Bret over here and still figure out that The Franchise IS the best this industry has EVER had to offer. Let's face it; you compared to me Shawn Michaels. Your Icon. Your Main Eventer. Hell - call the bastard whatever you may, I beat 'em. Then came along Mr. Hollywood. The Rock. The Peoples Champion. Another one of their so called 'Stars'. Guess what, Ken? I beat 'em too. Truth is, the term "Legend" has been dragged along in the mud for far too long. It's purpose no longer stands as a privledge, for the mere reality of it is if you beat three jobbers one after the other, then you're the next superstar on the block. " " THE HOST " Ken Smith: " CUT! For FUCK sake, what the FUCK is going on here? Who the FUCK wrote this piece of fucking SHIT? Was it you, Douglas? " -[[ Shane cracks a smile. ]]- " THE HOST " Ken Smith: " We're off air now you piece of SHIT! Thanks to you, my career .. is RUINED! RUINED, GOD DAMNIT! RUUUUUIIIIINNEEEEED! " " THE FRANCHISE " Shane Douglas: " Oh Jesus H. Christ, cry me a fucking river Timberlake. " -[[ And with that... we fade. ]]- -[[ The lights flicker on, our cameras begin rolling again and this time we've got a clear view of Shane Douglas standing all by himself. No noise. No movement. No stupid metro-sexual conducting a shitty game show. Just Shane Douglas staring you dead in the eye. ]]- " THE FRANCHISE " Shane Douglas: " Hope you had fun with that one, Hart. " -[[ The Franchise grins arrogantly. ]]- " THE FRANCHISE " Shane Douglas: " Seein' you've been goin' around, whorin' out how I've made it personal, then I thought I'd lighten up the mood. Bet it didn't catch your sense of humour though, huh? Ha-ha. Bret - Let me make it clear to you. Owen Hart .. WAS and will always BE .. a nobody. He was the talentless piece of SHIT playing second fiddle to you. That's the cold hearted truth, deep down, you know it. Don't fool yourself by attempting to "win this one" for your brother. Not gonna happen. I'm your better. I'm what you've aspired to be. Monday Night - you get your chance to take me down. YOU, Bret Hart, get the opportunity to defeat The Franchise and to LABEL yourself as still ... The Hitman. But ya' know, Bret, that's all a fantasy. That ain't REALLY gonna happen. You ain't REALLY gonna pin my shoulders down for the three count and you ain't REALLY gonna make me Tap to that pissy Boston Crab of yours. Fuck you. Fuck Owen. We do thing's MY way. We do things on MY watch. One way or another, you're gonna learn that. Whether it be the easy way or the hard is solely up to you. Nobody else. Easy way - you back out. You pack your bags and you head the FUCK back to Canada. The Hard Way? You turn up to Raw Attitude. You lace your boots, for the very last time, and you enter a battlefield which you AREN'T gonna escape alive. I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times. You're fighting a lost battle .. a lost cause .. your motive is Owen. A soul in which has been deprived of life for six whole years. Honestly, Bret. Let that son of a bitch rot in hell already. " -[[ That's surely to hit a few nerves and to get the blood boiling. Shane takes several moments to compose himself. Several deep breaths are taken before he even rises his head back up to the camera. ]]- " THE FRANCHISE " Shane Douglas: " Been quite the journey, hasn't it? Quite a shame it has to prematurely end. I mean, I'm sure you'd of made a fine toilet cleaner. But - we'll never know - 'cause once I'm done with you, you'll be joinin' ole' Owen up in the clouds. Can't nail it down any straighter than that Hitman. You heard it first; and you heard it straight from the horses mouth. Ha-ha! " -[[ Fade. ]]- |
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