Our scene fades in from black, as an EBWF banner hangs on the wall in front of us. The shot is out of focus, and the camera is off center. Shouting can be heard in the distance...
Shut the hell up! Give me a damn microphone! I don't give a rat's ass about your "schedule". I'm here NOW, and I got some things to get off my chest! Now earn your minimum wage, and fix that camera!
The shot becomes shaky as the focus goes in and out, before staying clear. As it pans up, we see the one and only "Franchise" Shane Douglas holding a microphone...
That's right EBWF. Live and in living color...I'm here. THE FRANCHISE has arrived! I'm sure you're sick of seeing the same old faces, cutting the same old bland promos on your TV screen every week. Which is exactly why I am here, to save you all and wake you from your comas!
You see...I'm not just a wrestler. I am THE wrestler. I am THE main event. I am THE greatest to ever lace a pair of boots, and pull up a pair of tights. I am THE man that puts asses in seats. I AM...THE FRANCHISE!
My track record speaks for itself, but now I have arrived to carve a new path. To continue my quest of conquering every single federation, and leaving chaos and destruction in my wake. I am here in EBWF to show THE WORLD, once again, that there is NO ONE better than "The Franchise" Shane Douglas. I am ready, hungry, and more than qualified to mow through whoever the brass upstairs sets in my path.
That all starts at Warfare, against a man still trying to make himself relevant...Aiden English. What better way to get yourself noticed than by picking up a victory against The Franchise? It would be just the jump start Mr. English needed to launch his career into the stratosphere. Too bad...there's not a snowball's chance in HELL of that happening. Just saying, the IDEA of it happening is just monumental!
Mr. English, what you fail to realize, but soon will, is I am an expert inside the squared circle. I was honing my craft, scraping my way to the top, while you were still waddling around in piss filled diapers and learning your ABC's. There is nothing, and NOBODY I am not prepared for. I have slayed the mightiest giants, and taken my fair share of lumps along the way. Which is another thing that makes me THE FRANCHISE! I have seen it all, beat them all, and have all it takes to be the top man in any company I decide to grace with my presence. I've had my fair share of losses, and from each one I learned at least one thing new. Which is exactly why you better bring nothing less than your A game, because that's the only game I have. Every match to me is the bottom of the 9th, 2 outs, bases loaded. No room for error. Eyes on the ball at all times...waiting for my opponent to lead off the bag just a little to far then BAM! YOU'RE OUT!
This is not just a game to me, though, Mr. English. This is what I eat, sleep, bleed, and sweat. Day in, and day out...twice on Sundays. Once I am in between those ropes, and that bell rings, all bets are off. The only way I walk out, is with my hands raised in victory. A lesson that hundreds have learned over the years, and one you're about to become an expert in.
Count your blessings, Mr. English...you're gonna need them.
With that, Shane smirks before tossing the microphone to the side. He turns around, taking a long look at the EBWF logo behind him before nodding his head slowly and exiting the shot...