SouthernBoy
League Member
(FADE-IN: A dark room. A telephone breaks the silence - a tiny, unfamiliar ring. The blob under the covers fumbles for the bedside lamp and turns it on. The head of Shane Southern emerges from under the thick multi-colored blanket, and squints as he looks around)
Where the hell am I?
(Southern looks around and notices the white bathrobe with "Ritz Carlton" monogrammed on the back. Slowly the fog began to lift. A bandaged hand emerges from under the blanket and picks up the phone)
"Yeah?"
(Southern listens to the other end of the phone, but he isn't really hearing the voice. He's thinking about last night. The plaster scrambling his brain, the brief hospital stay, the massive bump on his forehead. The dose of pain killers...How many did he take anyway? It all comes roaring back now...)
"... Mister Southern? ... "
" Uh, yeah...I'm hear. Thanks for tha' wakeup call. I'll be down inna' sec."
(Ugh. Another promo. CSWA's kicked back into gear now and it's double duty time once again. Why do you do this to yourself Shane? Why do you put yourself though the pain? ... You're addicted to the thrill, that's why. Wrestling is your drug. Winning is your high. The ring is YOUR world, and now, it's time to defend your world, yet again)
(CUT-TO: The Ritz banquet room. Southern sits at a table dressed in a CSWA T-shirt, cowboy boots and jeans. His hair is pulled back in a pony tail, and his clean shaven face shows multiple scars)
" So, CSWA FIFTEEN...I finally get mah' shot on tha' grandest stage of 'em all. It's funny how things work ya' know. Six months ago...things were in tha' dumps. I couldn't buy a win...now, I'm sittin' here with tha' biggest match of mah' life starin' me right in tha' face. And people said I'd never amount ta' anythin'. (laughs) But before all that...before I make it ta' Anniversary and strap up tha' laces with tha' World Champ...I've got ah' fight of another kind waitin' fer me at ON TIME. That's two hundred plus of Canadian fury, Jean Rabesque. "
" Jean...hell, there ain't much ta' say really. We fought on tha' same team a few weeks ago, got blown up inna' cage, beat up by Eddy...excreta, excreta, extra. But it's a different ball-game here...as I'm sure you know. Not necessarily harder, but just .... different .... n' until you've been here a while, you're not gonna' KNOW what I'm talkin' ah'bout. Things are just ... "bigger" .... here. Not ta' discount anythin' you've done in tha' past...but when you step into a CSWA ring....things are never quite tha' same. "
" Not only that Jean...you're steppin' into tha' ring witha' guy that's got nuthin' ta' loose right now. Tha' title shot at fifteen ain't up fer grabs...this is just ah'bout a little pride. THIS match...at least fer me...it ah'bout showin' tha' fans of tha' CSWA that I've still got it...that, in reality, I can still win on ability alone. It's about gettin' back ta' basics. What better test than a guy like you? "
" I'm lookin' forward to it...really. A guy with nothin' ta' loose, facin' a guy with everythin' ta' gain. "
" It's gonna' be interestin' ta' say tha' least. "
" But Jean...when tha' lights come up, and tha' last song is played, it's gonna' be Shane Southern's hand they're raisin'...and fer you, at least fer one more week... tha', "
" Party's Over. "
{{...FADE OUT...}}
Where the hell am I?
(Southern looks around and notices the white bathrobe with "Ritz Carlton" monogrammed on the back. Slowly the fog began to lift. A bandaged hand emerges from under the blanket and picks up the phone)
"Yeah?"
(Southern listens to the other end of the phone, but he isn't really hearing the voice. He's thinking about last night. The plaster scrambling his brain, the brief hospital stay, the massive bump on his forehead. The dose of pain killers...How many did he take anyway? It all comes roaring back now...)
"... Mister Southern? ... "
" Uh, yeah...I'm hear. Thanks for tha' wakeup call. I'll be down inna' sec."
(Ugh. Another promo. CSWA's kicked back into gear now and it's double duty time once again. Why do you do this to yourself Shane? Why do you put yourself though the pain? ... You're addicted to the thrill, that's why. Wrestling is your drug. Winning is your high. The ring is YOUR world, and now, it's time to defend your world, yet again)
(CUT-TO: The Ritz banquet room. Southern sits at a table dressed in a CSWA T-shirt, cowboy boots and jeans. His hair is pulled back in a pony tail, and his clean shaven face shows multiple scars)
" So, CSWA FIFTEEN...I finally get mah' shot on tha' grandest stage of 'em all. It's funny how things work ya' know. Six months ago...things were in tha' dumps. I couldn't buy a win...now, I'm sittin' here with tha' biggest match of mah' life starin' me right in tha' face. And people said I'd never amount ta' anythin'. (laughs) But before all that...before I make it ta' Anniversary and strap up tha' laces with tha' World Champ...I've got ah' fight of another kind waitin' fer me at ON TIME. That's two hundred plus of Canadian fury, Jean Rabesque. "
" Jean...hell, there ain't much ta' say really. We fought on tha' same team a few weeks ago, got blown up inna' cage, beat up by Eddy...excreta, excreta, extra. But it's a different ball-game here...as I'm sure you know. Not necessarily harder, but just .... different .... n' until you've been here a while, you're not gonna' KNOW what I'm talkin' ah'bout. Things are just ... "bigger" .... here. Not ta' discount anythin' you've done in tha' past...but when you step into a CSWA ring....things are never quite tha' same. "
" Not only that Jean...you're steppin' into tha' ring witha' guy that's got nuthin' ta' loose right now. Tha' title shot at fifteen ain't up fer grabs...this is just ah'bout a little pride. THIS match...at least fer me...it ah'bout showin' tha' fans of tha' CSWA that I've still got it...that, in reality, I can still win on ability alone. It's about gettin' back ta' basics. What better test than a guy like you? "
" I'm lookin' forward to it...really. A guy with nothin' ta' loose, facin' a guy with everythin' ta' gain. "
" It's gonna' be interestin' ta' say tha' least. "
" But Jean...when tha' lights come up, and tha' last song is played, it's gonna' be Shane Southern's hand they're raisin'...and fer you, at least fer one more week... tha', "
" Party's Over. "
{{...FADE OUT...}}