Lacking Evidence . . . . .

[Shane Ralston]

ONCE AGAIN, SHANE RALSTON IS FORCED TO CARRY ANOTHER TEAM . . . . .


JUST LIKE RALSTON CARRIED SPORTS TEAMS IN HIS ATHLETIC PAST . . . . .


JUST LIKE RALSTON CARRIED MANY FEDERATIONS, UNTIL HIS BACK COULD NO LONGER TAKE THE WEIGHT . . . . .


NOW RALSTON WILL HAVE TO CARRY HIS TEAM TO THE TOP OF THE OMEGA TRIALS.[/SIZE]







::On a hot and muggy evening in the Piedmont Region of North Carolina, Shane Ralston is arriving home with his best friend Marc to show off his new home. His house is not completely finished, and is only a little less than twenty miles from Raleigh (Home of the HWF Headquarters.) Shane's new house is being built in the residential town of Fuquay-Varina. As the black H2 Hummer pulls into the gravel drive-way, dust flies up into the humid air. Shane steps out of the car wearing a Cubs hat, and plain white t-shirt. Along with a faded pair of khaki cargo shorts, and a pair of Adidas Sandals. His friend Marc is wearing about the same thing, minus the hat.::



~Marc Solomon~
"I thought this was gonna be done soon."



~Shane Ralston~
"Well there was a zoning law for no new houses to be built here, but when you are who you are you get your way . . . . ."



~Marc Solomon~
"You paid them off didn't you."



~Shane Ralston~
"You bet your ass I did . . ."



::Shane smiles after responding to his friend, and takes off reflective aviator shades, and places them on top of the bill of his hat. He walks up to the front door, and motions for Marc to follow. Shane opens up the big brown door, and it squeaks as it opens. Shane just sighs and walks into the very spacious living room, which is already furnished. Shane has designer furniture, on top of a hardwood floor that seems to be waxed. A fifty-two inch HDTV sits in the corner of the room, surrounded by a Pioneer Surround Sound System. Shane looks down at his living room, from the marble steps that lead into the house.::



~Shane Ralston~
"Isn't she beautiful Marc???"


~Marc Solomon~
"You know what I don't get, why does everyone always call their things a she???"



::Shane begins to walk down the steps onto the hardwood floor.::



~Shane Ralston~
"Well wouldn't it sound pretty gay if . . . WHOA!!!!"


::As soon as Shane places his right foot hard onto the floor, it slips out from under him and he is sent crashing down onto his new living room floor.::



~Marc Solomon~
"You were saying there bud . . ."



~Shane Ralston~
" . . . Yeah . . . I was saying that its pretty gay to have floors like this. And that no guy would wanna call their things a "he". Could you imagine saying isn't He beautiful all the time???"



::Marc ponders that thought, as Shane starts to bring himself up to his feet.::



~Marc Solomon~
"Yeeaaahhh I guess you do have a point, but isn't that a pretty homophobic way to think of things???"



::Shane shakes his head at him while rubbing the lower portion of his back.::



~Shane Ralston~
"Dude we're in North Carolina, the only thing gay about this state is Chapel Hill. So you'll find homophobia sweeping this Bible Belt State. But anyways I brought you here to show you the house, not make an ass out of myself . . . . ."



~Marc Solomon~
"Can't we do both???"



::Marc chuckles at his own joke, while dodging a book that Shane threw at him from off screen. Shane walks into his kitchen, which is also furnished as well as the living room. Beautiful counter tops and cabinets stand out in the kitchen, with top of the line appliances blended in as well.::



~Shane Ralston~
"I think I could use a drink after that little spill . . . "



::Shane searches through his refrigerator while Marc starts naming off random alcoholic drinks that would be nice on a day like this.::



~Marc Solomon~
" . . . lets see Coors, maybe a Natty Light, Guinness would be nice . . . "



~Shane Ralston~
"How about a Yoo-Hoo???"



~Marc Solomon~
"That will work too."



::Shane tosses Marc a bottle of Yoo-Hoo, while Shane pulls out a bottle of Icehouse to drink.::



~Marc Solomon~
"Let me guess that was the last one???"



~Shane Ralston~
"Nope, just didn't feel like sharing my beer with you."



::Shane screws the cap off, and tosses it onto the counter. He takes a sip from the bottle, and walks out of the kitchen into what seems to be a hallway. Marc follows chugging his small bottle of chocolate drink.::



~Marc Solomon~
"So what is this big surprise you wanted to show me???"



~Shane Ralston~
"Its right up here on the right, but lets hold up first."



::Both men stop in front of a white wooden door. As Shane takes a few sips from the bottle, and goes back to talking.::



~Shane Ralston~
"Alright man, this is something that I've always wanted in my house. Its my pride in joy of my house . . . and here it is!!!!"



::Excited, Shane opens the door to his prized room. Only to be met with an over-weight Hispanic Construction worker sitting on a toilet.::



~Hispanic Worker~
"Hola, Senor Ralston."



::Shane quickly slams the door, and makes a face from the stench coming from what obviously seems to be the bathroom.::



~Marc Solomon~
"WOW SHANE!!!!! I think everyone should have one of those in their houses, I mean it would solve all our problems. Everyone should have a Mexican on the crapper at their house bud."



::Shane storms down the hall as Marc is laughing up a storm behind him. He arrives at the next white door that is on the right, and stops at this one.::



~Shane Ralston~
"Alright this is definitely the room here, I must of read the floor plans wrong."



~Marc Solomon~
"Yeah you must of man, are you sure we're not gonna see some Arab man taking a shower in this room???"



~Shane Ralston~
"Shut the hell up, this is really it this time. This was the first room I had done in the house."



::Shane opens up the door, and its looks to be a room that celebrates his past success in his life. Shane smiles at his looks at all of his achievements hanging on the walls, sitting on shelves, and laying out on chairs. Marc gives a half-smile to this, as they both walk in.::



~Marc Solomon~
"So you copied me I see."



~Shane Ralston~
"Yeah, yeah ,yeah I just felt like I needed to show off what I've done in my career and life. I even have trophies from back in Babe Ruth baseball, my certificate for grading the 8th Grade Man. These are the things I've cherished in my life, and I thought it deserved it's own room."



::Shane stands there smiling at his accomplishments, as Marc rolls his eyes.::



~Marc Solomon~
"Wow this is a pretty gay moment, mind if we go back to the living room???"



~Shane Ralston~
"Yeah whatever man . . . . ."



::The two men leave the room, as they make their way back down the hallway. Shane finishes off his Icehouse, and sets it in the kitchen, as they both meet in the living room. Marc takes a seat on the black leather couch, as Shane takes a seat across from him in a designer chair.::



~Marc Solomon~
"Alright man, this has been bothering me, why the hell did you decide to come out of retirement again??? I mean you have everything you need right now. You have a great paying staff job, your still making money off merchandise and for autograph signings. Why do you need to get back into the ring???"



~Shane Ralston~
"Its not about the money Marc, its about my passion for the business. Ever since that door to a career in baseball closed, I've had only one other love. And that love is wrestling. And when I came into the OTB, now the HWF, and was watching just how much this federation needed me. I had to step in to make a difference. I had to show everyone that I still have it in me to be the best in the business."



~Marc Solomon~
"Well you sure do get your shot to prove that this coming week, I hear your facing the Champ."



~Shane Ralston~
"Yeah that's right I'm facing none other than BomberJake, I have nothing but respect for the guy. And he is on a nice little winning streak. But that doesn't bother me at all."



::Marc finds the television remote beside him, and turns on the television and surround sound system. He finds a re-run of CSI on, and leaves it there.::



~Shane Ralston~
"Oh come on man, not this dumb ass show. I mean they sometimes they do all of this crap to find out the truth, and they don't have enough evidence."



~Marc Solomon~
"So what man, sometimes in real life some things don't have the right amount of evidence to prove something to be true . . ."



::Shane raises his eyebrow at this comment.::



~Shane Ralston~
"Kind of like the lacking of evidence with BomberJake???"



~Marc Solomon~
"What are you getting at Shane???"



~Shane Ralston~
"I'm just saying that all the wrestling editors, and the people in the back make it seem like this guy is great. But he lacks the evidence to prove this to be true. Don't you see where I'm getting at???"



::Marc has a confused look upon his face, and turns the surround sound down.::



~Marc Solomon~
"Alright continue Professor Screw-Loose."



~Shane Ralston~
"What I was saying is, BomberJake doesn't have the right amount of evidence to prove that he is even good. I mean who has he really faced in this winning streak of his???"



~Marc Solomon~
"Well I don't know."



::Shane sits up in his chair, with his eyes wide.::



~Shane Ralston~
"EXACTLY!!! He hasn't beaten really anyone to make him seem like a good wrestler. Its just that everyone is so up in arms about this little bitty winning streak, to see that fact that he hasn't had any quality opponents yet."



~Marc Solomon~
"So let me get this straight, your saying to prove he is a good or even great wrestler. The solution in the lacking of evidence, is with a victory over you???"



~Shane Ralston~
"Absolutely right man, but the stupid ass Canuck won't have the chance to get the victory. I have to carry my team to the top in these trials. IB can't get the job done, and Bard made himself look like an ass against Deamon. So I have to do all the work for my team, like always."



::Marc looks at his silver Fossil Watch, and turns off the television.::



~Marc Solomon~
"Its getting close to dinner time, wanna go get a bite to eat???"



~Shane Ralston~
"Yeah go ahead and head outside, I need to throw a shirt on real fast."



::Marc nods at him, and heads outside to the Hummer. Shane starts to walk down the hallway before stopping to look into the camera.::



~Shane Ralston~
"You better train hard Jakie Boy, cause this isn't gonna be your run of the mill mediocre wrestler this week. Oh hell no, your stepping in the ring with a true veteran of the sport. Your stepping into the ring with one of the best damn wrestlers to grace the industry. So your better train hard, take your vitamins, and say your prayers. Cause when you step into the ring with me, your gonna thank God Himself that your title isn't on the line. See you Thursday!!!!!"



::Shane begins to walk away from the camera, and the scene starts to fade out, but Shane can be heard in the background.::



~Shane Ralston~
"PEDRO GET THE HELL OUT OF MY BATHROOM AND MY HOUSE!!!!!"









TO BE CONTINUED . . . . .[/size]

[Shane Ralston]

::Its another hot and steamy summer day in the Piedmont Region of North Carolina, as the sprinklers are on to water the newly planted grass in the front yard. The camera man makes his way into the Shane’s house, as Shane is seen sitting on his black leather couch on his cell phone. He is dressed in a white polo shirt, and wearing a pair of khaki shorts. He is wearing his Rainbow Sandals as usual, as he continues to talk on the phone.::



~Shane Ralston~
“Yeah man, I’m doing an interview today . . . . . It will probably air on HWF TV, but its for something else. You know that chick Emma Carlington from WWA??? Yeah she is working for some wrestling magazine now, don’t know which one, but she is wanting to do an in depth interview with me. Well we did have that special night with each other, but that’s not important. I’m gonna have to let you go though, she should be here soon. Talk to you later man.”



::Shane hit’s the end button on his phone, and sets it down on the coffee table. He looks over at the clock, as it says 2:46PM. He reaches for two remotes, he turns on his television and then the surround sound system. The TV is still on the channel that CSI had aired on the day before, with Shane not watching much TV these days. He searches through the program guide. He lands on channel twenty-three, WGN, and starts watching the Yankees vs. White Sox game.::



~Shane Ralston~
“Good God, please sweep these ass[BLEEP]s Yankees. Oh Jesus I have to deal with Ken Harrelson while watching this game.”



::Shane mocks Harrelson’s trademark calls.::



~Shane Ralston~
“Oh home run from A-ROD BABY!!!! You can put that on the board White Sox . . . .YES!!!!!! You sorry son of a bitch Ozzie Guillen, I bet you that Mariotti is laughing his ass of now.”



::Shane stops to realize that he is talking to himself, and turns the sound down on the game. He continues to watch the game in silence, but starts to get impatient waiting for Emma to show up for the interview. So he picks up his cell phone, and starts to search from Emma’s number on his contact list. He finally comes across it, and gives her a call.::



~Shane Ralston~
“Hey . . . Nothing to much, just waiting on you . . . Oh your still on I-40??? Well you should be here in about thirty minutes then, I’ll see you then. Drive safe, bye.”



::Shane hit’s the end button on his phone once again, and sets it back on the wooden coffee table. He gets up from the couch, and makes his way out of the living room, and towards the stairs of his two story home. He takes the steps two at a time, and makes it up to the upper level of his house. Shane takes a turn to the right, and right into what seems to be his office. Shane walks around a big oak desk, which has his laptop sitting him. He opens up the Dell Laptop, and turns it on. The sun peaks through the small openings in the blinds, as Shane waits for the computer to boot up. He leans back in the big leather chair, and looks around his office. The room gives off a dark feeling, with it being nothing but a small library and sports memorabilia. Finally the sound of Windows starting up gets Shane’s attention back on the laptop. He opens up his internet connection, and searches through his e-mail.::



~Shane Ralston~
“Alright lets see what we have today . . . . .”



::Shane opens an e-mail from his friend Marc, the message simply says that BomberJake’s newest promo is up on the HWF website for him to watch. Shane ponders on whether to take the time to watch the promo, and decides since he has time to kill that he will. Shane makes his way over to the website, and the promo is one of the main links on the main page. He clicks on it to open up the media player window, and begins to watch it. Shane gets a few laughs out of Jake’s promo, and it done watching it after a few minutes. The doorbell rings as he closes his laptop.::



~Shane Ralston~
“The girl has damn good timing . . . . . I’M COMING!!!!!”



::Shane makes his way downstairs towards the front door, he gets down the steps. He takes a long look at the hardwood floor, and slowly makes his way across it. He opens up the door, to see Emma Carlington standing on the front steps. She is dressed in a tight white tank top, and a pair of short khaki shorts. She walks into the house wearing a basic pair of running shoes.::



~Shane Ralston~
“Wow a whole lot different look than the professional look back in the WWA days . . . . .”



::Emma smiles at Shane, as she glides ever so smoothly across the hardwood floor. Shane cringes a little thinking she will slip, but to no avail Emma goes across the floor with no problems. He simply smiles at it, and she notices what Shane was expecting.::



~Emma Carlington~
“Sorry Shane I don’t have that fight with gravity like you, now shall we get to this little interview thing we have planned.”



~Shane Ralston~
“Well I don’t have no fight with gravityyyyyyyy.”



::As Shane makes the comment, his left foot starts to slip out from under him and he clutches onto a nearby chair. Emma just smiles at him, and takes a seat at one end of the black leather couch. She pats on the empty spot on the couch, for Shane to join her. Shane takes careful steps across the rest of the floor, and hops on the empty end of the couch.::



~Emma Carlington~
“Alright now Shane, I’m just gonna put this mic on you so my voice recorder picks up my answers.”



::Emma leans over to Shane, to put the mic on his shirt. And Shane starts to steal a look at the cleavage staring him right in the face. Emma realizes what Shane is looking at, and uses her hand to point Shane’s head towards the ceiling.::



~Emma Carlington~
“It only took one night for you to like these babies that much . . . . .”



::Shane faces turns somewhat red, as Emma gets back into her spot. She reaches for the legal pad that she had in her hand when she walked in. And searches for a pen, as Shane gets one out of the coffee table drawer. He hands it to her, as she turns on the digital voice recorder and speaks into it.::



~Emma Carlington~
“This is Emma Carlington, conducting an interview with Shane Ralston on July Sixteenth. Alright Shane the last time I saw you, you were getting ready for your comeback to the WWA in March. You were in great shape then as you are now. Are you feeling as good then as you are now???”



~Shane Ralston~
“Well I really wasn’t feeling that well then, I’m basically in constant pain now. That the truth of the matter is, I’m wrestling on a knee that needs surgery once again in my life.”



::Emma seems surprised at the response from Shane, and jots a few notes down.::



~Emma Carlington~
“Why do you need surgery on your knee again, Shane???”



~Shane Ralston~
“Well I went to my doctor last week, to check myself out before my comeback to the ring once again. And we did everything we did before when I came back to the WWA, before its closing. He did an MRI on the knee, which somehow he got back in a very short time. And discovered that there was a tear in my medial meniscus. The same injury that Manny Ramirez has right now, but just like him I’m still cleared to wrestle. I’m just told to “take it easy” in the ring . . . . .”



~Emma Carlington~
“But being the competitor like you are, how is that possible???”



~Shane Ralston~
“It isn’t . . . . . In my seven year career, I’ve never taken it easy in the ring. I’ve gone out there like every match is my last. I make sure that I put on the best match I can for everyone out there.”



::Emma jots a few more things down, as Shane adjusts himself on the couch.::



~Emma Carlington~
“Well are you in any kind of pain???”



::Shane looks down at his right knee, where scars are visible for the few surgeries he has had in his life on it.::



~Shane Ralston~
“Only everyday Emma . . . . .”



~Emma Carlington~
“Why not take anything for it, like pain killers???”



::Shane frowns at the idea of taking pain killers.::



~Shane Ralston~
“Emma I try to hide the fact that I might not have many weaknesses . . . But I never took pain killers, in the fear that I would get addicted to them. I would rather deal with the pain of this sorry ass right knee, then being in a drugged stupor because I couldn’t kick a dangerous habit. I’ve seen way too many good people get addicted to those things so fast, it isn’t funny. And I would never allow myself to take those things at all. I will take your basic Aspirin or Tylenol. But pain killers is out of the question.”



::Emma smiles at Shane after his response.::



~Emma Carlington~
“Well Shane, now that we are in the middle of Summer. I know there is one other thing in your mind, and that has to be baseball. How bad do you miss your first true love around this time of year???”



::Shane gives a small chuckle to the question before answering.::



~Shane Ralston~
“Jesus I miss it a lot year round Emma. But you do strike the nail on the head with this time of year, because this is the perfect type of weather and time of year for baseball. Playoff races are starting to come into view, and players are getting close to running on fumes. Teams that have done so well so far in the season, still have to kick it into fifth gear to keep the teams in the rearview mirror away. I miss it a whole damn lot. And I never got the chance to pitch at this time of the year, I was stick in damn rehab sessions with my knee here. Trying to make a speedy recovery, but found out in the middle of the rehab that I was gonna have to go back to Double A Minor Leagues.”



~Emma Carlington~
“So basically you were gonna be forced to start at the beginning again???”



~Shane Ralston~
“No, but pretty close to it. I got bitter about it, and like an immature kid; I took my ball and went home. Things didn’t go my way so I walked away from baseball, and got into the business my good friend Sean O’Kane got me started in. So I worked even harder to quicken up my rehab, and to start my training in the ring.”



~Emma Carlington~
“If you had the chance to do it all over again, would you change anything about it???”



::Shane thought about it for a few seconds, and shocked Emma with her answer.::



~Shane Ralston~
“Yeah I would change it, I would of stuck with baseball Emma. I know that seems like I’m putting wrestling down, but I lived my entire life playing baseball and I walked away from it. I still wanted to know if I had what it took to be a star on the big stage. I acted like a dumb kid and walked away. I’ve put a lot of that self-anger I’ve had in me, into my in ring performance. When I step through those ropes now, I see my opponent as basically myself. I see that opponent as the Shane Ralston who walked away from something like a coward. So I try my best to beat the living crap out of my opponent after visually that.”



::Emma writes down some more things still with the surprised look on his face.::



~Emma Carlington~
“So after all these years, you still have a grudge with yourself???”



~Shane Ralston~
“Simply put, yes I do Emma. I regret how I walked away from baseball, and I vowed to never do that with wrestling until I couldn’t have fun anymore. And I retired when I realized I just wasn’t having fun anymore.”



~Emma Carlington~
“Kind of like the Shawn Michaels losing his smile, kind of thing???”



~Shane Ralston~
“No nothing that dramatic, I just couldn’t get myself into the mood of wanting to step into the ring anymore. I just couldn’t find the drive or determination to do it.”



~Emma Carlington~
“Do you feel the same way now???”



::Shane gives a half-smile to her before answering.::



~Shane Ralston~
“Yeah, I’m not having fun at all. I’m basically doing this to help out the HWF. Last week in my first match back, I was terrible in the ring. Hell six months ago, I would of tore that guy limb from limb. But I was slower and not as smart in the ring. I just wasn’t myself in the ring last week, and if I think I’m gonna win this week I can’t perform like I did last week. I have to be the Shane Ralston of old. This Jake guy is a young guy, who knows what he is doing in the ring. If I don’t wake up to my old self, then I might as well add my name to this guy’s winning streak.”



~Emma Carlington~
“Well that leads me to my next question. What are your feelings about the HWF Champion BomberJake??? In his latest promo he gave a long list of guys who he has beaten, and showed the evidence that he is worthy of being named with the best in the business.”



::Shane sits up with a disgusted look on his face, and just starts to get a little agitated.::



~Shane Ralston~
“Those names and those past titles don’t mean [BLEEP] to mean Emma. Good for him that he beat some giant goof in some horse and pony show. But he is dealing with the Real Deal now. I might have this giant target of a knee brace on me when I’m in the ring, and I might just be slower than I usually am. But he hasn’t proven jack to me, because I am the best to ever graced this industry. I am the measuring stick for anyone trying to make it in wrestling now. Every federation I’ve ever been in, I ended up with the best win-loss record ever. This guy’s winning streak is nothing more than a skid mark in a toddlers’ underwear. I’ve tried to keep cool the past few days over all this talk that he is gonna extend his winning streak over a true player of the game in Shane Ralston. BomberJake is nothing more than an immature prick who hasn’t faced a man like me before. He can crack all the little juvenile jokes he can, but when we lay all the cards down on the table I am the better man.”



::Emma is just smiling at the fact that she bringing out what made Shane Ralston, Shane Ralston.::



~Emma Carlington~
“So even with all this pain your in, and the doubt you’ve been going through. You still think you’re the best in the wrestling world???”



~Shane Ralston~
“You bet your sweet ass I do Emma. Guys like Jake are a dime a dozen, he is the flavor of the month. The guy who is only at the top due to the lack of talent in the federation. But not anymore, this little “win streak” of his comes to an end this Thursday night. If I have to die trying, I will win this match and prove to everyone once again Shane Ralston is the best!!!”



::Emma seeing that Shane is getting more and more intense finds herself getting more and more comfortable with the situation. ::



~Emma Carlington~
“Alright now that we’ve addressed the BomberJake thing, what are your feelings on the Omega Trials and your team???”



~Shane Ralston~
“TEAM??? What team Emma??? I am my team, cause the other two guys can’t do jack [BLEEP] to help this team. Bard couldn’t beat a guy like Cohln?!?!? And this guy is supposed to be the captain of this team, well I got news for him and everyone else. MY ASS DIDN’T COME BACK TO LOSE AT ALL!!!!! SHANE RALSTON CAME BACK TO TAKE THE HWF BY STORM, YOU CAN WRITE THIS DOWN FOR THE WORLD TO READ AND HEAR ABOUT. THIS IS SHANE RALSTON SAYING THAT AS OF RIGHT NOW I’M PERMANTLY BACK ON THE ACTIVE ROSTER!!!!! Because I’m not gonna sit back and watch these little pissants ruin the industry I fell in love with. Hell no I won’t, I’m thirty-one years old and I haven’t even reached my prime yet!!!”



::Shane starts to calm down a bit more, but Emma is trying to keep him going on the roll that he is on.::



~Emma Carlington~
“Well talking about the HWF, the new man in charge is Sean Hudson. Do you think he will run this place in the ground like everything else he has been apart of???”



~Shane Ralston~
“What the hell is that suppose to mean Emma?!?!? When I got into the WWA, Sean Hudson was the only person who believed in me. If it wasn’t for Sean Hudson I would of never achieved my first ever World Championship. I would of never gotten all of this mainstream media attention for wrestling. Sean Hudson is the reason I’ve stuck with this sport, and I’m damn glad to be employed by him once again. Don’t start asking the stupid questions now Emma.”



::Shane looks away from Emma, and looks out the window into his spacious backyard. As he is looking away, Emma’s smile gets bigger as she realizes she is striking gold with this interview. That she is now feeling like she is helping the old Shane Ralston come back.::



~Emma Carlington~
“Alright Shane, this is another thing I want to touch on. And that is your rivalry with former HWF/OTB wrestler Nikki Law.”



~Shane Ralston~
“What about her???”



~Emma Carlington~
“Well you two did have some major heat between each other, why wasn’t there ever a match between you two???”



::Shane looks back at Emma.::



~Shane Ralston~
“Cause its something I didn’t want at all . . . . .”



~Emma Carlington~
“Is it because you didn’t wanna fight a female???”



~Shane Ralston~
“No its because I couldn’t fight someone I had feelings for. There you have it Shane Ralston had feelings for Nikki Law who is now in the CWF as a staff member.”



::Emma gets another surprise response from Shane, as she goes on with her next question.::



~Emma Carlington~
“Well lets go to the ever so popular rumor mill. Rumor has it that you have an offer on the table from Rob Bishop to become a member, once again, of the CWF Roster. Is there any truth to this rumor???”



~Shane Ralston~
“Yeah there is truth to the rumor. Yes I have been approached by more than just Rob Bishop to go back to the CWF. And that offer is on the table if I want to go back to a place that has existed for almost seven or eight years. I honestly don’t know right now.”



~Emma Carlington~
“Would Nikki Law play into your decision any???”



::Shane smiles at Emma, knowing where she is heading with this.::



~Shane Ralston~
“Even though I had feelings for Nikki once, doesn’t mean that would lure me over to the CWF. Like I said earlier, my loyalty is to Sean Hudson, and I would never stab a friend in the back like that.”



~Emma Carlington~
“Well Shane I’m coming close to the end of this interview, do you have anything else to say???”



::Shane thinks about it, and just gets a big smile on his face.::



~Shane Ralston~
“Well Emma I’ve seen how comfortable you’ve gotten during this interview, so how about we have some bonus questions up in my newly furnished bedroom???”



::Emma gets a very seductive look upon her face, and clicks her recorder off. Shane takes off his mic as she sets her legal pad up on the coffee table. Emma crawls over to Shane and starts to kiss him. Shane starts to respond, but realizes they are still on camera.::



~Shane Ralston~
“mmm . . . Mmm Emma umm why don’t you head upstairs and I’ll meet you up there soon. Take a left when you get to the top, and it’s the second door on the right.”



::Emma slides her curvy and gorgeous body off of Shane, and slowly heads up the stairs not taking her brown eyes off of him. Shane looks back at the camera with a huge smile on his face.::



~Shane Ralston~
“THE PLAYBOY IS BACK BABY!!!!!”



::Shane jumps up from the couch, and heads upstairs quickly as the camera fades out.::









TO BE CONTINUED . . . . .

[Shane Ralston]

ONE MATCH TO SHOW EVERYONE OUT THERE THAT SHANE RALSTON IS REALLY BACK . . . . .


BUT ONE MATCH CAN ALSO PROVE THAT SHANE RALSTON CAN’T CUT IT ANYMORE . . . . .


ONE MATCH TO DETERMINE THE REST OF ONE MAN’S STAY IN THE HWF . . . . .


ONE MATCH . . . . .


ONE DECISION . . . . .


ONE WINNER . . . . .


AND THE ONE AND ONLY “PLAYBOY” SHANE RALSTON!!!!![/b]







::The summers in Lexington are just as bad as they are in North Carolina and back home in Chicago. Heat waves seem to surround the parking lot at the Rupp Arena like an ocean. The Bluegrass State will soon be home to one of the most hardest matches in Shane Ralston’s career. A match where he will have to prove to everyone that his comeback isn’t a fluke, and that he is still the man that his fans love and support. The scene switches inside of Rupp Arena, into the long corridor that wraps around the arena. The camera continues its march down the corridor, with the UK’s and Wildcats all over the walls. With trophies, banners, and photos of years past locked away in cases to preserve their history and all it’s glory. As the camera continues its stroll down the corridor, it reaches Shane Ralston’s locker room/office. The sign on the door reads three different parts. At the top its says “DIRECTOR OF AUTHORITY”. As the camera pans down to the middle sign, “THE PLAYBOY SHANE RALSTON”. And finally underneath those two signs, it says the word, “WRESTLER”. The camera man knocks on the door and slowly opens it. The lights are on in the room, and Shane Ralston is seen sitting in front of a locker with his head between his knees. He is taking deep breathes and seems to be in an almost meditated state. As the camera man shifts around the room, he knocks over some steel chairs and they fall like dominoes. Shane keeps his head down, but finally speaks.::



~Shane Ralston~
“Very graceful my man, very graceful . . . . .”



::Shane finally picks his head up, and looks over at the camera. The bags under his eyes are dark and heavy, and seems to look like Shane is suffering from lack of sleep. He leans back in the chair, and seems to be already in his ring attire; boots and all. His wrists are taped, his patented blue short tights are on, along with his right knee brace, and knee high boots with the shin protectors. His shirt is basically a plain white shirt, except for a very famous quote from a man named Jimmy Valvano. On the back and front of his shirt, it says the famous words from his heartfelt ESPY speech. “Don’t give up, don’t ever give up.” Shane runs his hands over his face, and rubs his eyes before looking back at the camera. His cell phone rings.::



~Shane Ralston~
“Hello . . . . . Oh hey what’s up??? Well nothing to much here, just sitting in my locker room after my workout. Yeah I’m a little tired, you sure did a number on me the other night Emma. Well I hope everything went well for that interview you had to do . . . . . Yeah I saw what he had to say in return. I don’t need to respond to some guy who retorts to immature High School humor. This is the big leagues and he will soon learn that some skit mocking someone doesn’t win you matches. That talent does, but anyways I’ll let you go. Alright talk to you later . . . Bye.”



::Shane hit’s the end button on his cell phone, and tosses it onto his Adidas bag that sits on the floor. He runs his hands through his hair, before he begins to take off his wrist tape. A knock is heard on the door, as a HWF worker comes into the room.::



~HWF Employee~
“Ummm excuse me Mr. Ralston, I needed you to sign these documents real fast.”



::Shane quickly takes the papers and signs them, the guy is looking around the room and notices Shane is in his attire.::



~HWF Employee~
“Mr. Ralston you do know that your match isn’t until Thursday night, right???”



::Shane gets done signing the last document, and looks up at the guy.::



~Shane Ralston~
“Listen I don’t know who you are and I don’t really care. I know my match is a few days away, but I make sure to have some of my final workouts before my match in my ring attire. So I can make myself as comfortable as I can before the match. Now if this is all you needed from me, you can leave my room now!!!”



::Shane shoves the documents into the guy’s chest and tosses the pen across the room. The guy hurries out of the room, as Shane continues to take some of his stuff off. And once again his phone rings.::



~Shane Ralston~
“Hello??? Oh hey Marc, nothing man just cooling down and getting ready to head back to the Hotel to relax. Yeah I know the idiot thinks I’m from North Carolina, when everyone knows that Shane Ralston is Chicago born and bred. Well he is Canadian, we all know those bastards are dumb as hell. Anyways I’m stooping to his elementary level, I’ll give you a call later man. Peace.”



::Shane once again hit’s the end button on his phone, and tosses it back onto his bag. He unlatches his right knee braces, and decides to slide it over his boot to take it off. He drops the brace to the floor and stretches out the repaired knee. He reaches for a white towel hanging over a chair, and wipes the sweat off of his face and tanned body. He finishes wiping the sweat off of his arms as well, before setting the towel down beside him on the bench. Shane closes his eyes and tilts his head towards the ceiling. He starts to hum a Pearl Jam song to himself, as he relaxes himself. He opens his eyes, and begins to take off his boots. Shane slides off each boot, and begins to stuff everything into his bag. He slides on a pair of gym shorts, over his ring attire short tights. And he also throws on a white t-shirt, and zips his bag up. He picks the bag up, and places the shoulder strap across his body as he walks out of the locker room. Shane makes his way into the bright corridor, and begins to make his way towards the parking lot. He opens the door to exit Rupp Arena, and sees that there are people outside waiting to get a glimpse of some of the HWF Wrestlers. One of the kids noticing that Shane Ralston is making his way out of the building and towards the parking lot gets everyone’s attention.::



~Young Boy~
“HEY ITS RALSTON!!!!!”



::The small crowd of fans quickly take notice of this, and make their way over to Shane who is on his way to his rental car. He stops to take pictures with the fans and sign any autographs. The young boy who spotted him begins to ask his questions while taking a picture with him.::



~Young Boy~
“Hey Mr. Ralston, your gonna beat BomberJake right???”



::Shane smiles as the picture is being taken, then answers the question.::



~Shane Ralston~
“You know I’m gonna embarrass him in front of this great Kentucky crowd.”



~Young Boy~
“If you . . . Well when you beat him shouldn’t that make you the Number One Contender???”



::Shane smiles at the kid, as he signs a man’s hat.::



~Shane Ralston~
“You would think so, but it’s much more complex than that. Plus it would look a little bad having a HWF Staff member challenging the Champ for his title. Just wouldn’t help the place.”



~Young Boy~
“Well maybe you should step down as the DOA then, well gotta go Mr. Ralston . . . . . I hope you beat BomberJake on Thursday and thanks for the picture.”



::Shane stops to think of what that kid just said, as the crowd departs away from him. He continues to ponder about some of the situations he would be in if he wasn’t the DOA, as he reaches his rental car. His car is a Toyota Hybrid.::



~Shane Ralston~
“There, this car will shut that Canadian ass[BLEEP] up . . . . .”



::Shane unlocks the door to the driver side, opens the door, tosses the bag into the next seat, and gets in himself. He cranks up the car, and starts to blast the Air Conditioning . . . . .::



~Shane Ralston~
“AHHH that’s some hot damn air . . . .”



::Shane quickly rolls the windows down on his car, as he tries to cool it off. He puts the car in drive and starts down the road. He waves to the camera as he speeds down the road.::



::Camera Fades::



::The scene reopens as we are now at the Marriott Hotel in Lexington, and the camera man has found Shane getting out of his rental car now. Shane notices that the camera crew beat him there.::



~Shane Ralston~
“Wait how in the hell did you . . . . . never mind.”



::Shane gets his bag out of the car, and starts towards the front doors of the hotel. The camera follows him, as he pushes the rolling door to walk into the lobby. Shane walks over to the front desk to see if he has any messages left for him. The woman behind the front desk hands him two slips of papers. The first one says . . . .

Shane meet me at Rupp Arena at Nine Tonight, We have to go over some things for this week’s Lockdown. Sean.


Shane gets down reading President Hudson’s message, as he goes to the next message from the woman who conducted the interview with him.


Still feeling amazing from Sunday, have a good night. Emma.


Shane shakes his head at the message, and heads towards the elevator. He hit’s the up arrow button, and waits for the elevator to get there.::



~Shane Ralston~
“Did you see how much those people loved me earlier??? They all know greatness when they see it, and they all know that I will win Thursday night. Anyways I’m starting to get repetitive with all this winning talk. But it just comes natural to me, no matter what condition I’m in. I won the WWA Championship on a knee that wasn’t cleared by doctors to wrestle, and when is this elevator gonna get here.”



::Finally the elevator arrives, and Shane gets onto the elevator. He pushes the button for the fourth floor, and the doors close. He sits there as the elevator stops midway between the second and third floor, and seems to be broken.::



~Shane Ralston~
“NOOOO I CAN’T BE STUCK IN THE ELEVATOR WITH A SMELLY CAMERA MAN!!!!!! Sorry man but its true, you do smell bad. I mean have you ever heard of body spray or even a shower. But anyways I guess I can continue this little promo thing so the prick can respond. Now BomberJake was waving the old WWA Canadian Title around like it was something great. What he didn’t know is that I was an undefeated WWA Canadian Champion, WWA Pacific Champion, and an undefeated WWA Champion. So he can put that little title to bed, cause this CHICAGO BORN AND BRED wrestler named Shane Ralston will walk into that very Rupp Arena and walk out the winner. AND DEAR GOD WILL THIS ELEVATOR MOVE!!!!!”



::Shane kicks the doors to the elevator, and somehow the elevator starts back up and starts it trip up to the fourth floor.::



~Shane Ralston~
“I’ve got the magic touch, I do I do . . . . .”



::The elevator finally arrives at its destination, as Shane steps out of the elevator. He searches through his bag and finds his key card. He walks over to room 431, swipes the card, opens the door, and walks into his room. He tosses his bag onto his bed, and falls down onto the bed as well. He lays them, until he hears an extra pair of footsteps that isn’t the camera man’s. Shane sits up to see that Emma Carlington somehow got into his room. She is wearing black, skimpy lingerie and is walking up to Shane. Shane stops her as she gets up to him.::



~Shane Ralston~
“Hold up Emma, just because we did something the other day doesn’t mean we are any kind of a couple. And its kind of creepy that your finding ways into my room for another sex act. But damn you do look good in that outfit. Why don’t you go into the bathroom and wait for me I have something to take care of.”



::Emma makes her way back into the bathroom, and closes the door behind her. He looks back at the camera.::



~Shane Ralston~
“Once they had a piece of The Playboy, they want more and more of me. But onto what’s important. I’m tired of repeating myself and continuing to tell everyone that I will beat BomberJake at Lockdown.”



::Shane turns the TV on to ESPN to catch the end of The Contender. The two men fighting is an older man and a younger guy. The older man, named Bravo, is beating the younger guy around the ring. Shane smiles at this, and looks back at the camera.::



~Shane Ralston~
“This is what it is gonna be like on Thursday night, the Older Ring Veteran taking the Younger Prick Champion to school. Jake you need to train a bit harder, and take a little time off on these little gay jokes. Cause in California they have saying, that there are two people who knows that someone is gay. One is the person himself, and the other guy is the one who had sex with him. Now unless your telling me something that I don’t know or if you have some kind of fantasy involving myself. Well you can put that little fag baby to rest, you can continue to have your fun with your bud Charlie.”



::Shane continues to have his attention on the fight, as its coming down to the last round. And Bravo is letting the young guy have with lefts and rights and uppercuts. The bell rings to end the final round, and the decision is handed in. And the man who everything to lose, Bravo, is declared the winner. Shane claps his hands, and turns the TV off.::



~Shane Ralston~
“You see that, that’s what is gonna happen on Thursday night. Bomber has nothing to lose, cause his title is not even on the line. But I have everything to lose, and if I somehow lose where do I go from there??? All I really know is that if Jake has never fought a man who feels like this is his last match, then he is gonna be in for the worst ass kicking in his life.”



::Shane tosses the remote onto the next bed, and stands up and stretches his back.::



~Shane Ralston~
“Thursday night I will walk out of Lexington the winner over BomberJake, and you can take that to the bank. So go ahead and make your little immature jokes now Jake, cause your High School humor will not save your ass at Lockdown. Now excuse I have an extra little workout to do with a lovely woman in the bathroom.”



::Shane motions the camera out of the room, and slams the door on him as the camera fades out.::









COME THURSDAY NIGHT, SHANE RALSTON WILL WALK INTO LOCKDOWN AS THE BEST IN THE INDUSTRY AND WILL WALK OUT STILL THE BEST IN THE INDUSTRY.



TO HELL WITH BOMBERJAKE!!!!!!!!!!!![/b][/i]