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After a tryout match between two newcommers at a SCW event, the arena goes black. Fans are in a stir. The SCWtron lights up and it looks as if its going through time. Chicago IL. city limits sign goes by and we come upon a nice big white house in one of the nice parts of Chicago. The door is open and on the couch is a guy. With boxers and white cotton socks on, "Tha Don" Shawn Neally is eating a six piece wing with mild sauce. After sucking his fingers and wiping his hands on a napkin he retrieved from the brown paper bag, he begins to speak.

First off, let me introduce myself. I’m "Tha Don" Shawn Neally. One of
the greatest kick boxers and wrestlers to ever live. I want to talk about something
if its aight with all of you. As a matter of fact, it is about you. Its about how you fans judge
your wrestlers around here. Some of us, come out here and bust our asses for you.
While that some of us are out here busting our asses for you, we here boos.

Now I’ve been wrestling for six years now, and I’ve realized how a fan works, hell I’ve been a
fan myself sometime, and I know what kind of people you cheer for. You like to cheer for those
little assholes that come out and say, "I’m going to fight my way to the top so I can be your champion and defend it for you only and blah blah" SHUT THE HELL UP. I’m not that way and I never will be that way. You know... I've been walking through the halls of the HCW for the last couple of weeks and.... there are alot of good wrestlers here.  Now all you guys in the back work your asses off night and night for these fans. But why do they boo, why do they throw things at us? Why do some hold up signs with messages against us. You damn fans hate us for nothing. Some of you wasters of space sometimes wish we were dead. WHY? We go out every night busting our asses. We go out getting neck, back, arm, leg, head, and other kinds of injuries just to please you bastards and what do some of us get? BOOS!  But why do we get them, Why are we hated, its because of these goodie too shoes running around here saving other guys from getting their ass whipped or guys beating up someone that the fans hate that’s why! Now all you so called feel on this for a bit. And if you got a problem with it? Please just come on with it because "Tha Don" don’t giva shit. Now I'm let you bastard fans back at the arena finish your boos before I continue. 

Minutes pass before Shawn starts talking again. He has calmed down from his previous encounter with the fans.

Now I haven't done it all in my career, I'm not a role model for you little dust kickers around here, and I'm certainly not a saint. But respect is given when respect is due. And while I'm here in the SCW... I DEMAND respect. And those who fail to give it to me? Ima just plainly beat the hell outta you. Now you guys in the back.. I know your saying "oh he won't do anything. He’s just another wrestler that talks shit and can't back it up. Well for all the shit talkers you fans have seen remember those and remember them well. Because you will NOT remember "Tha Don" as a shit talker. You will NOT remember "Tha Don" as a shittaker. and lastly YOU WILL NOT REMEMBER "THA DON" AS A SHIT TAKER"

Now every match is not going to be how you like it and every match is not going to be all fine and dandy. But you see people, I will never lose. Even when that little skinny guy with the dumb zebra shirt gets up from counting the 1...2...3... or saying DQ or counting to 10 in the ring and raise my opponent's hand and victory I STILL WIN! and once again I know your asking another dumb question. Why will he not lose. Well I'll answer it. Because I like hurting people. Yea that’s right I love to see someone suffer. Who gives a damn if my opponent wins? I don't as long as I hear the bastard scream in pain! As long as I see him holding a body part in which I made hurt. But what If I win? Who cares? I don't, I think of it as another notch in my already established career. Wait, Wait, Wait, Forget that, Now don’t get me wrong, I want to win, but If my the bastard was better than be ain’t shit I can do about it.


I’m not here in the SCW to please all of you. You all are worst than those people that get on the internet and act like a wrestler! All of you can kiss the biggest part of my ass cause anything that I do here would not have a damn thing to do with you. I’m here to collect my big pay check. Yeah, the one that you ass clowns pay SCW with.

After I beat all of these jobbers asses,  I’m getting into some title picture. And I will be a champion. I will be your champion. And all of you will hate it. I will be SCWs champion, and they will hate it. I will be someone’s champion, and everyone will hate it. Cause the bottom line is that I don’t give a damn about you guys. I came out here rambling about you fans because I want you to hate me. I want no love from you. I want no "WE LOVE "THA DON" signs in the crowd. I only came here to DONanate and that what I do best. You bastards don’t even deserve my breath. Bye.

Witht that final remark by "Tha Don", the camera looks as if its zooming through time once again. It stops and the lights go back on. A picture of SCW's newest superstar stays on screen...
After Soul Hunter and The Real Speed’s encounter, the satisfied fans are leaving the arena. The ring has cleared and the show is over, but the lights go off. “Heavenly Father” by Lil Kim hits the arena sound system. “Tha Don” Shawn Neally hurries out. He shouts at the crowd to sit their non-patience asses down. Everyone sits back down as “Tha Don” makes his way to the ring followed by Lay-Z-Boy movers carrying a large, brown recliner. After struggling to get it over the top rope, Shawn sits down and a stage hand hands him a microphone. The once sold out crowd breaks into a “HURRY UP! HURRY UP, chant. Shawn begins to speak.

Ahhh shut the hell up! Don’t you see I have something to say? Damn you guys are rude. Now shut up and let “Tha Don” speak! Now, I need to get my win streak started here in the SCW. No one has challenged me yet. I’m surprised! No one wants the opportunity to get beaten by “Tha Don” Shawn Neally? Do you know how popular you would be? For you guys that can’t get a woman, this is how you can do it. Challenge “Tha Don” Shawn Neally to a match, get your ass beat. Go up to the girl you like, and say “I got beat in a match with Shawn Neally”! Its that simple.

Now it’s a different story with those who think they can actually beat me. Those that think they can just whip my ass because I’m the new guy. Well, the only thing I can say is… come try me. Anyone back there in that locker room. Girl, guy, man, mouse, gay, lesbian, I don’t care. If you have any doubt on “Tha Don”? Pick up your balls from the floor and come out here and challenge me for next week's Breakdown.! I’ll be waiting…
   PLEASE PULL OVER NOW! Sirens wail as Shawn Neally attempts to get away from the police for a speeding ticket. The chase, now entering the seven minute mark, has grown even larger. Shawn makes a left turn, then a right one, into an underground parking lot.

     Shawn bails out of his 2004 Chevy SS pickup truck and runs toward a 2004 Ford F-250. “Tha Don” opens the glove compartment of the truck and pulls out a beard and a gray haired wig. The Chicago Police continue to yell “We’ve Got You Surrounded, Come out with Your Hands Up!” Shawn slowly makes his way toward one of the exits blocked off by squad cars.

     “Tap Tap” The officer asks Shawn to let down his window. The policeman checks him out and searched the truck. After not finding the person that they were looking for, they let him go. Getting home fifteen minutes later, Kiesha tells him that the police are outside of underground parking lot waiting for some guy to come out. Shawn just smiles and laughs and starts talking…

Shawn: I hope they find the guy

Kiesha: Maybe, maybe not.

Shawn: O well. I’ve got to get another match with that bastard Impaler.

Kiesha: Why?

Shawn: You didn’t see what he did to me after the match?

Kiesha: Oh yeah. Yeah get another one. He’s a sore loser.

Shawn: Yeah, I’m going to go tomorrow and ask for it. His ass didn’t have no reason putting his hands on me after the match. But that’s what he chose to do now he has to be DONanated for it.

Kiesha: Yeah, didn’t some guy help you though?

Shawn: Yeah, I think his name was Sketch. I don’t even know him.

Kiesha: Well at lease you’re making friends. Speaking of making, I’m going to make dinner.

Shawn: Aight… Well Impaler, you got yourself a little cheap shot on me. I hope you realized that when you put your hands on me, it was the biggest mistake of your life. Tomorrow, I’m going to Mr. Drachewych. I’m going to ask him for another match. And he will say yes if he knows best. And this time Impaler, there will be no after match beat down on my part. You know why? Because our match will be a DONified Street Fight!

     After I get done with your ass there won’t be anything you can do after the match. I’m going to beat you within an inch of you soul because no one fucks with “Tha Don” Shawn Neally. No ONE. Yea Yea this is only my second match here, big deal. I was hoping my first one would be a nice clean fight. But Impaler had to do the wrong thing. And when you do the wrong thing, it has to DON on you! I don’t think of you as an opponent, oh no. I think of you as another victim that has fallen to the DONanator. Now Impaler, Let that DON On You.

     Now on to this Sketch guy. I don’t know who you are or what you do, but I want to tell you…. Than…. Thank yo…. Thank you. See I don’t like a lot of people doing me favors because I don’t trust that many people. But I just want to say thank you cause that bastard caught me off guard and if you didn’t come down to the ring then I don’t know what he would of did. See you around. And if you ever need a favor from “Tha Don” then just ask me. Impaler, you get ready for what’s coming for you Friday Night on Revenge. Cause that’s exactly what I’m going to get. Revenge! Every Breakdown superstar will see that I’m for real. Now Let That DON on All Ya’ll. I’m out.

“Tha Don” Shawn Neally walks away to the kitchen, still mouthing “let it DON on you”