Austin you want it you got it
Posted by: The Franchise on 05/04/2003 at 18:34
As the screen goes black from a commercial, the crowd of an FTR even is shown. Fans are out their screaming in excitement as for who will enter onto the stage. The spotlights swirl and glow yellow. Strobe light flicker vibrantly. Perfect strangers now blasts through the arena sound system. The Franchise Shane Douglas now emerges on the walkway. In his yellow and black franchise emblem sleeveless rob, yellow trunks, and yellow with black trim fringed boots he walks down the isle arrogantly with Lance storm. Lance wearing his red Canadian Sensation tee shirt with red trunks and boots walks alongside Shane as he lifts the top rope for Shane to enter. Both Shane and Lance stand in the middle of the ring listening to the negative crowd reaction. Shane is now handed a mic, as he will begin to speak.
SD. CUT THE FUCKING MUSIC!
Shane chuckles as the boos now get louder.
SD. Enough is enough! This is a load of bullshit! Lets call a spade a spade. Austin! You want to sit at your home with a camera crew talking about how you typically change the world of wrestling? You want to waste everyone’s fucking time on talking about what you have done better then me? Austin i dont claim to be the best. I just bring things to nirvana! You sit at home on your ranch that you can barely hold on to on a title deed and talk about not making anything a shoot? Your just telling it like it is? Just telling it like it is, is what a fucking shoot is made of Austin!
Shane starts to laugh.
SD. Austin? You’re a fucking joke! You talk about how every wrestlers basic dream is to main event a wrestlemania? Well no shit! When one does that its more money, more popularity and more recognition. Big fucking deal! I and others in the back have done something like that along the lines. That also means when you’re at the top there is nowhere else to go but the fucking bottom! And Austin, you’ve hit that many times! You talk about how you changed wrestling from your days at WCW and ECW. Well let’s talk about the big fucking ole glory days will we.
The only reason why you wound up on a major promotion is because you’re a goddamned crybaby. Chris Adams practically begged promoters to get you off his ass! You spent five years in Worlds Crappiest Wrestling. You held the television title and the U S belt twice. And your were so fucking lucky in getting your run at the tag titles when you took them from me and Steamboat. Oh boy what big fucking accomplishments! Look at the fucking people you took those belts from. TV title from Barry Windham. Barry was about to get fired so you cried for a push and got that belt.
You lost the belt back to Barry and them beat him for a second time. Wow! What a way to build popularity! United states title. You beat the son of who I will admit is a legend. You beat Dustin Rhoades. Dustin has about as much talent as that big goddamn blotch on his fathers ever so growing stomach! And even that had more damn speculation at the time then you ever fucking did! You then managed to cry, whimper, and bitch some more so they practically gave you the fucking belt again from Steamboat because he left realizing that WCW was a god damn shithouse anyway
Weeks pass by as WCW keeps thinking of how to get rid of your ass. You lost the belt to a pot smoking cross-eyed idiot in Hacksaw Duggan. A year in limbo Austin. Now lets go to the house that Franchise built. It was there that I made that promotion the groundbreaking entity it fucking was! Austin you can bitch and moan in retaliation of what I have done. But if you notice everything I left for was a step above! You went from the cow’s ass and fell into shit! Extreme superstar? You’re a fucking mockery ever since you let Whipwreck flash your ass to the fucking public.
Oh yea Austin great fucking accomplishment. The WWF needed something fresh and unseen. But their problem at the time was money. The only way you even wound up in that promotion is because your signing was so fucking cheap. Remember you pay shit you get shit! Not even a year falls as being called the “Ringmaster” yea some fucking ringmaster. If it wasn’t for that forty-three year old recycled bitch of a wife you have lighting a fire under your ass you wouldn’t even be in this sport today! She came up with your gimmick for god sake!
You talk about Shawn Michaels and his buddies saying that when you landed a solid contract with you being there you were just fine and fucking dandy. I wonder why Austin? If I didn’t open my fucking mouth and I sat around away from everyone waiting to kneel down kissing everyone’s ass who should happen to feel pity and talk to me, I would be a fucking world champion too! That’s you, not me! You became the beer-slugging son of a bitch. Something everyone wanted to see. That’s the fucking problem. That’s this fucking business. And that’s how you stood in this sport as long as you are.
But lets talk about now Austin. So far you haven’t done a fucking thing. You sit around drinking beer and killing the brain cells you cant afford to lose.
Lance now takes the mic away from Shane.
Lance. Now, if I can be serious for a minute. Austin I am very happy you have used the pubic hair sized brain of yours to realize that I was right. Yes if it hadn't been for Bret Hart pushing you to your limits you would not be what you are today. And what you are is the saddest excuse of a breath of air I have ever seen. Yes you took your ball and rolled with it. You became one of the biggest stars in this industry to date. But you lack one this Austin. Pride. Pride makes a man be a father to his child. Pride makes a man stand up for himself. Pride makes an adolescent into a man. But Austin. You have lost yours.
Instead of having the pride to reconcile your differences on why your such a failure, you have beat your wife for being more of a man that you are for herself telling you to stand on your own to feet. Now you can talk and rant all you want on how I or others residing in Canada wrestling in this country think we are gods gift. We are. We are smarter, stronger willed, and of course much more of a technically sound environment then anything that this country has to offer. Your new life has begun in this promotion Austin. I have left great strides. Yes being trained by Stu Hart has made me more of anything you will ever become Austin. My career in the states is not as long as yours. But I have done more then you will ever dream possible in this promotion. Intercontinental Champion, Television Champion, Tag Champion, Iron Man Champion, Stable Champion.
What will you do Austin? Absolutely nothing! Your history of failure will surely make sure of that. You claim to have put wrestling into a so-called penthouse. Men like Bret, Benoit, Hogan, Rhoades, Flair, and including Shane have placed this business where it lays. Not yourself. I can now see yourself with the greatest claim. Once a hell of a performer with the brain of a pea named Mick Foley was donned the hero of the stupid. Now Austin it is yourself who carries on the now time honored tradition. At rampage Austin Shane and I will deliver the pitch. Its up to you to hit or miss.
And that’s from Calgary
(Lance holds for a long pause)
Alberta Canada!
The crowd now begins to boo Lance as he hands the mic over to Shane.
SD. You see Austin there is no escaping what you really are. You called me out at Rampage huh? You want to try to use me to elevate your career? Fine. Me killing the life and dreams of someone like yourself, along with rebuilding dynasty’s is what makes me a fucking Franchise. This Rampage. You want to be famous? The two of us will make you fucking famous! Come Rampage the Franchise will shake the foundation of this promotion. I Shane Douglas the mother fucking Franchise, the Canadian Sensation Lance Storm, versus you Austin and a partner in an hardcore rules match. Now that shouldn’t be that fucking hard for you since you were in hardcore Paul’s land of happiness!
Shane laughs
SD. NOW HIT MY FUCKING MUSIC!
Perfect stranger again plays through the arena sound system. Shane and Lance torment the crowd as they leave the ring and walk up the isle to the back.
