Post by Shane Ralston on Jul 11, 2006 18:16:07 GMT -5
WHY AM I STEPPING BACK INTO THE RING?
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WHY DO I WANT TO PUT MY BODY THROUGH THE PAIN AGAIN??
WHY DO I WANT TO PUNISH MY OPPONENT AGAIN??
WHY IS MY OPPONENT HAVE "NAM" LIKE FLASHBACKS??
The scene is Raleigh, North Carolina. The heat mixed with humidity leads to a hot and sticky day. The North Carolina summer's are brutal on anyone, and is always best to stay indoors. And the camera finds a nice building sitting in the open. It looks to be the newly built HWF Headquarters. The mostly glass building stands tall with cars littering the parking lot. The camera man makes his way through the parking lot, and comes across the Main Parking Spots. Shane's blue Scion is parked in his reserved spot, as the camera man makes his way into the building. As the scene now arrives in the lobby, the man that the camera man was looking for is talking to the receptionist.
~Shane Ralston~
"Soo your boyfriend broke up with you on your one year anniversary??? That's a damn shame, anyways if you ever nee-----"
Shane stops when he sees the camera man, and shakes his head at his poor timing. Shane winks at the receptionist as she smiles back, as Shane walks away from the desk. Shane walks over to the elevator, wearing a black pinstripe suit. His black dress shoes scuff across the waxed floor, as he pushes the button to go up.
~Shane Ralston~
"Damn you have some timing you little bastard. And now that I'm stepping back into the ring, I'm gonna have you guys stalking me to hear me say my peace. Well I have important things to do around here. I have to take care of HWF business, report to Mr. Hudson, and make sure our roster members are staying in line. And now I have to take time out of my busy day to cut some catchy promo for you . . . . . ::sigh:: Follow me then.
The bell rings as the doors open up. No one is inside the elevator, as Shane steps into it. He waits for the camera man to get situated in the elevator, before pushing the button to the sixth floor. He leans against the wall and looks over to the camera.
~Shane Ralston~
"Well I know everyone in the wrestling world is now wondering why are you getting back in the ring??? Why are you coming out of retirement for the OMega Trials. Well the answer is simple, because I have only one month to live and I wanna spend this last month wrestling . . . . . I was expecting a better response from you, but I'll admit it was a bad joke. I'm getting back into the ring cause I want too, and to show once again I am the best ever to step into this business."
The elevator reaches its destination, uninterrupted, as the doors open up. Shane steps out into what seems like an empty floor.
~Shane Ralston~
"Hmmm must be lunch, anyways. The HWF is gonna be much different from the OTB. And I thought to myself, why not give the HWF a touch from The Playboy himself. And we were at an odd number for participants in the OMega Trials, so I threw my name into the hat. And hear I am with my first match in a long time this Thursday night."
Shane begins to walk down the hallway, and quickly reaches his corner office. He opens up the brown wood door, and walks into his spacious office. He plops himself down on a leather couch against the wall.
~Shane Ralston~
"You see that was what bothered me about the OTB, there wasn't enough talent. Sure Bomber and Summer were the top people, but the HWF needs a man who can sell out arenas and get the ratings. A man who can sell merchandise, and makes this federation the top of the wrestling industry. And I sat on the toilet over there, and thought who that man could be. And "wa-la" I had it. That very man was me, after I got up off the throne, and felt ten pounds lighter. I got in touch with Mr. Hudson, and he was ecstatic about the idea. So this is why your following me around, because my thirty-one year old ass is stepping back into the ring. The very ring that made me the star I am today."
Shane sits up and opens up his little refrigerator, and grabs a bottle of water out of it. He unscrews the cap, and takes a few sips from it.
~Shane Ralston~
"Ahhh that felt good, I haven't had anything to drink in a while today. I was feeling a bit parched as the business people call it . . . . I think. Nevertheless, look at that another business man word . . . Alright I'm getting back on track. I have spent many years in this business to get where I'm at today. A very well paying job in what is soon to be the best federation in the industry, and I'm only gonna make it better for myself when I step into that ring Thursday night. I will show the new HWF fans what they will be seeing in the OMega Trials. And the veteran Shane Ralston will shine as the MVP of the Trials. I know I'm speaking in the third person, everyone is thinking only assholes talk like that. Well folks I'm not an asshole ::takes a sip:: Oh no, I'm a cocky son-of-a-bitch. That's right I called myself a cock SOB. And I have every right too. I'm an undefeated World Champion. When I held my only World Title, I was never defeated to lose it. . . . . a matter of fact, I've never been defeated when I held a title. That's right boys and girls, The Playboy is what you call a dynasty. Anyways enough about me, and more on my opponent."
Shane gets off of the couch, and walks over to the computer. He opens up his email, and sees that he hasn't check his email from Hudson about the card. He sees that he will be facing Saldado at Lockdown. Shane squints his eyes after reading his match, and looks at the camera with a confused look . . . . .
~Shane Ralston~
"What the hell kind of name is that?!? I mean seriously, who had a kid and wanted to name him that??? Not even parents with down syndrome would name a kid that. Jesus Christ on a pogo stick, that's one of the worst names I've ever heard. Its the kind of name you hear at a party, you know the guy that everyone is trying to avoid. Its like, "Oh crap its the Salad guy . . . don't look . . . [BLEEP] I made eye contact. Oh great he is coming over . . . Heeeeyyyyyy Salad." You see its not a pretty thing at all, this guy is a complete nut case. I thought he was just throwing meaningless threats at me, when I was watching his stuff earlier. But they are gonna put me in the ring with this guy.
Shane leans back in his computer chair, looking up at the ceiling.
~Shane Ralston~
"If only we had glass ceilings . . . . . I'm under the women's bathroom you idiot. Anyways back to what is more important, Sally seems to be some kind of veteran of a war, right?? Well how the hell am I suppose to know, the guy is trying for some kind of Oscar performance in his little whatever you call it. He leans up against a damn poster, who the hell does the leaning serious act anymore??? I've been in this business for a long time now, and Salad is just another guy who will bite the dust. Just like the Queen song, and Freddy Mercury himself.
Shane shakes his head at himself after making fun of a dead man, but continues on.
~Shane Ralston~
Now lets get one thing straight, am I gonna think this is gonna be a walk in the park??? Of course I am, but that's besides the point. I'm gonna go in that ring and show every single person in the arena, the people at home, the people in the back, even God himself that I still have what it takes to be the best in the business. Whether its the Play of the Day or the PlayMaker, Sal will not walk out of Lockdown with any kind of victory or moral victory. He will walk out with the strong stench of defeat following his flashback ass around. A stench that will haunt him the rest of the time here in the HWF. Hell I might force the guy into retirement after Thursday night. Because I will show no mercy on this man. I will treat him like the skid mark on society's underwear that he is . . . . ."
A sound from the computer rings out, to signify that Ralston has a new email.
~Shane Ralston~
"Would I like to enlarge my penis??? I already have the women wanting more of me as it is, why turn my little buddy into a WMD??? Deleted!!!
Shane pushes himself away from the computer desk, and looks out the window of his office. He looks out over the RTP, and watches cars driving back and forth.
~Shane Ralston~
"Lucky bastards . . . . able to go on their lunch breaks, while I sit here having to deal with you. But its for the best of this company, and I will make sure that the HWF will succeed. I will do anything, even if it means becoming HWF Champion to help this place get to the top. My team will finish first in the Trials, even though the other two guys on my team are mediocre.
Shane spins away from the window, and goes back to his desk. He plays around with one of his pens, and trying to think of thing to say.
~Shane Ralston~
"Well its a new day for Shane Ralston, and I will seize the day ladies and gents. I will walk into Lockdown, and walk out still the best in the business. I will show everyone why I am the Director of Authority, why I am the greatest, and why I will lead this team to the top in the OMega Trials. Now I need to get back to work, so I can get to sleep at a decent time tonight. Get ready for the worst beating you've ever received, from the best wrestler in the industry. I'll see you Thursday night, Salad Boy. Now get the hell out of my office!!!"
The camera man leaves the office, as the door slams behind him. The camera spins around, and fades out on Shane's name plate.
TIME FOR THE PLAYBOY TO GO BACK ON TOP . . . . . . THURSDAY NIGHT WILL ONLY BE A SIGN OF THINGS TO COME.
?WHY DO I WANT TO PUT MY BODY THROUGH THE PAIN AGAIN?
?WHY DO I WANT TO PUNISH MY OPPONENT AGAIN?
?WHY IS MY OPPONENT HAVE "NAM" LIKE FLASHBACKS?
?The scene is Raleigh, North Carolina. The heat mixed with humidity leads to a hot and sticky day. The North Carolina summer's are brutal on anyone, and is always best to stay indoors. And the camera finds a nice building sitting in the open. It looks to be the newly built HWF Headquarters. The mostly glass building stands tall with cars littering the parking lot. The camera man makes his way through the parking lot, and comes across the Main Parking Spots. Shane's blue Scion is parked in his reserved spot, as the camera man makes his way into the building. As the scene now arrives in the lobby, the man that the camera man was looking for is talking to the receptionist.
~Shane Ralston~
"Soo your boyfriend broke up with you on your one year anniversary??? That's a damn shame, anyways if you ever nee-----"
Shane stops when he sees the camera man, and shakes his head at his poor timing. Shane winks at the receptionist as she smiles back, as Shane walks away from the desk. Shane walks over to the elevator, wearing a black pinstripe suit. His black dress shoes scuff across the waxed floor, as he pushes the button to go up.
~Shane Ralston~
"Damn you have some timing you little bastard. And now that I'm stepping back into the ring, I'm gonna have you guys stalking me to hear me say my peace. Well I have important things to do around here. I have to take care of HWF business, report to Mr. Hudson, and make sure our roster members are staying in line. And now I have to take time out of my busy day to cut some catchy promo for you . . . . . ::sigh:: Follow me then.
The bell rings as the doors open up. No one is inside the elevator, as Shane steps into it. He waits for the camera man to get situated in the elevator, before pushing the button to the sixth floor. He leans against the wall and looks over to the camera.
~Shane Ralston~
"Well I know everyone in the wrestling world is now wondering why are you getting back in the ring??? Why are you coming out of retirement for the OMega Trials. Well the answer is simple, because I have only one month to live and I wanna spend this last month wrestling . . . . . I was expecting a better response from you, but I'll admit it was a bad joke. I'm getting back into the ring cause I want too, and to show once again I am the best ever to step into this business."
The elevator reaches its destination, uninterrupted, as the doors open up. Shane steps out into what seems like an empty floor.
~Shane Ralston~
"Hmmm must be lunch, anyways. The HWF is gonna be much different from the OTB. And I thought to myself, why not give the HWF a touch from The Playboy himself. And we were at an odd number for participants in the OMega Trials, so I threw my name into the hat. And hear I am with my first match in a long time this Thursday night."
Shane begins to walk down the hallway, and quickly reaches his corner office. He opens up the brown wood door, and walks into his spacious office. He plops himself down on a leather couch against the wall.
~Shane Ralston~
"You see that was what bothered me about the OTB, there wasn't enough talent. Sure Bomber and Summer were the top people, but the HWF needs a man who can sell out arenas and get the ratings. A man who can sell merchandise, and makes this federation the top of the wrestling industry. And I sat on the toilet over there, and thought who that man could be. And "wa-la" I had it. That very man was me, after I got up off the throne, and felt ten pounds lighter. I got in touch with Mr. Hudson, and he was ecstatic about the idea. So this is why your following me around, because my thirty-one year old ass is stepping back into the ring. The very ring that made me the star I am today."
Shane sits up and opens up his little refrigerator, and grabs a bottle of water out of it. He unscrews the cap, and takes a few sips from it.
~Shane Ralston~
"Ahhh that felt good, I haven't had anything to drink in a while today. I was feeling a bit parched as the business people call it . . . . I think. Nevertheless, look at that another business man word . . . Alright I'm getting back on track. I have spent many years in this business to get where I'm at today. A very well paying job in what is soon to be the best federation in the industry, and I'm only gonna make it better for myself when I step into that ring Thursday night. I will show the new HWF fans what they will be seeing in the OMega Trials. And the veteran Shane Ralston will shine as the MVP of the Trials. I know I'm speaking in the third person, everyone is thinking only assholes talk like that. Well folks I'm not an asshole ::takes a sip:: Oh no, I'm a cocky son-of-a-bitch. That's right I called myself a cock SOB. And I have every right too. I'm an undefeated World Champion. When I held my only World Title, I was never defeated to lose it. . . . . a matter of fact, I've never been defeated when I held a title. That's right boys and girls, The Playboy is what you call a dynasty. Anyways enough about me, and more on my opponent."
Shane gets off of the couch, and walks over to the computer. He opens up his email, and sees that he hasn't check his email from Hudson about the card. He sees that he will be facing Saldado at Lockdown. Shane squints his eyes after reading his match, and looks at the camera with a confused look . . . . .
~Shane Ralston~
"What the hell kind of name is that?!? I mean seriously, who had a kid and wanted to name him that??? Not even parents with down syndrome would name a kid that. Jesus Christ on a pogo stick, that's one of the worst names I've ever heard. Its the kind of name you hear at a party, you know the guy that everyone is trying to avoid. Its like, "Oh crap its the Salad guy . . . don't look . . . [BLEEP] I made eye contact. Oh great he is coming over . . . Heeeeyyyyyy Salad." You see its not a pretty thing at all, this guy is a complete nut case. I thought he was just throwing meaningless threats at me, when I was watching his stuff earlier. But they are gonna put me in the ring with this guy.
Shane leans back in his computer chair, looking up at the ceiling.
~Shane Ralston~
"If only we had glass ceilings . . . . . I'm under the women's bathroom you idiot. Anyways back to what is more important, Sally seems to be some kind of veteran of a war, right?
? Well how the hell am I suppose to know, the guy is trying for some kind of Oscar performance in his little whatever you call it. He leans up against a damn poster, who the hell does the leaning serious act anymore??? I've been in this business for a long time now, and Salad is just another guy who will bite the dust. Just like the Queen song, and Freddy Mercury himself.Shane shakes his head at himself after making fun of a dead man, but continues on.
~Shane Ralston~
Now lets get one thing straight, am I gonna think this is gonna be a walk in the park??? Of course I am, but that's besides the point. I'm gonna go in that ring and show every single person in the arena, the people at home, the people in the back, even God himself that I still have what it takes to be the best in the business. Whether its the Play of the Day or the PlayMaker, Sal will not walk out of Lockdown with any kind of victory or moral victory. He will walk out with the strong stench of defeat following his flashback ass around. A stench that will haunt him the rest of the time here in the HWF. Hell I might force the guy into retirement after Thursday night. Because I will show no mercy on this man. I will treat him like the skid mark on society's underwear that he is . . . . ."
A sound from the computer rings out, to signify that Ralston has a new email.
~Shane Ralston~
"Would I like to enlarge my penis??? I already have the women wanting more of me as it is, why turn my little buddy into a WMD??? Deleted!!!
Shane pushes himself away from the computer desk, and looks out the window of his office. He looks out over the RTP, and watches cars driving back and forth.
~Shane Ralston~
"Lucky bastards . . . . able to go on their lunch breaks, while I sit here having to deal with you. But its for the best of this company, and I will make sure that the HWF will succeed. I will do anything, even if it means becoming HWF Champion to help this place get to the top. My team will finish first in the Trials, even though the other two guys on my team are mediocre.
Shane spins away from the window, and goes back to his desk. He plays around with one of his pens, and trying to think of thing to say.
~Shane Ralston~
"Well its a new day for Shane Ralston, and I will seize the day ladies and gents. I will walk into Lockdown, and walk out still the best in the business. I will show everyone why I am the Director of Authority, why I am the greatest, and why I will lead this team to the top in the OMega Trials. Now I need to get back to work, so I can get to sleep at a decent time tonight. Get ready for the worst beating you've ever received, from the best wrestler in the industry. I'll see you Thursday night, Salad Boy. Now get the hell out of my office!!!"
The camera man leaves the office, as the door slams behind him. The camera spins around, and fades out on Shane's name plate.
TIME FOR THE PLAYBOY TO GO BACK ON TOP . . . . . . THURSDAY NIGHT WILL ONLY BE A SIGN OF THINGS TO COME.