[Foreword] 'Come in... Buy some fucking popcorn... Maybe a hotdog. Watch the fucking show. Make sure you hit the gimmick booth on the way out, you fucking pricks.' That's the message wrestling promoters have been sending to their fans for the last decade. Long gone has been the showcasing of true athleticism from main stream wrestling venues such as World Wrestling Entertainment. Long gone are the days when holding fifteen pounds of gold meant something. In the words of a great man, now deceased, "Enough is enough and it's time for a change!"
The redefinition is NOW! No longer will the professional skills and styles take a back seat to glitz, glamour, and marketing juggernauts. It's time for something fresh... It's time for something new... It's time for some civilization to make its' way through the tyranny of wrestling and put some professionalism back into it. That something isn't an object but a man... And that man... Is "The Franchise"... Shane Douglas.
[Scene] It's merely moments away from opening bell. You can hear the roar of the fans. From the left you are startled by a loud bang. The cameras set their focus on the arriving 'Franchise', led down the corridor by the lovely, bra-less Alexis Laree. The camera man follows until Douglas turns to address.
'The Franchise' Shane Douglas
And you thought you'd seen the last of me?
[Scene] Douglas sneers as Alexis' hands run up and down his chest. Douglas puts on his game face, preparing another Franchise-style sermon.
'The Franchise' Shane Douglas
Tonight, live, you pathetic bar-hopping, immigrant factory workers will bear witness to a beating revived from the old ECW days. 'The Human Suplex Machine' Taz disgraces the ring as he once again goes toe-to-toe with his forever-superior, yours truly... 'The Franchise'.
[Scene] Douglas notices the camera veering away from him and to Laree, who strikes a sexy pose before Douglas furiously yanks the camera back into his general direction.
'The Franchise' Shane Douglas
Filth such as you and these fans in attendance shouldn't even be graced with the presence of this Goddess before you. But getting back to the subject at hand, as distasteful as it is... Taz, simply put, you couldn't hang with me in ECW when you were in your prime! Now you're a shadow of your former-self and easy pickings. But I'm going to give you an opprotunity. A one-time offering from the kindness of my heart. Don't take it for granted. Come a little closer, camera jockey. A little closer... That's good right there. Not too close. Your toxins might infiltrate this god-complex before you...
[Scene] Douglas is inches away from the camera. He continues with an even smugger smile.
'The Franchise' Shane Douglas
Taz, I'm offering you the opprotunity to escape the humility I rightfully promise if you walk your deformed ass down my ramp way and step through the golden ropes of the Franchise's ring. I'm giving you a single chance to change your tune and turn 180, hobbling your hobbit ass out into the cold night air. Once out, you get into your car. YOu say no goodbyes. You drive yourself to the airport, board the plane, and the rest is history. Think about your family... Think about your mam and pap back in the Red Hook Section. They're counting on you to provide them with next week's bologna sandwich special from the local grocery store. Don't let them down Taz. Live to fight another day...
[Scene] Shane's tone becomes more serious as he points his finger with deviance.
'The Franchise' Shane Douglas
It's a no-win situation, Taz. But taking the easy road never hurt. But understand, my-no-necked friend... If and when you step through those ropes... You belong to me... Your career belongs to me... Your future... belongs to me. And when that happens you will know... You've just been another victim added to the list of those FRANCHISED! Let's go Alexis...
[Scene] Shane and Alexis enter their dressing room. The cameras pan up to the golden star on his door and fade inward, soon to the blackness of the letter 'F'...