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EastPrez

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(FADEIN: To 'Hot Property' EDDIE MAYFIELD - no extras, no props, just a blue wall, MAYFIELD, standing tall, wearing both halves of the UNIFIED World Tagteam titles on either shoulder, Black running pants, black tee shirt with a Jack Kirby Galactus on it, hand reaching out at a sleeping Earth. MAYFIELD is clean cut, 30% pimpshades on, evil scowl)

MAYFIELD: "Ok, listen, let's get some s(BLEEP!) straight, right f(BLEEEEEP!)ing now. Everybody wants to come out here and talk about BATTLE OF THE BELTS, and everybody wants to talk sh(BLEEP!) about the Intruders. All of these motherfu(BLEEEEP!)rs have a bug up their asses over what the I's do. And now Tom Adler comes out here and talks about how there's three doods in this thing that want nothing more to make sure the Professionals don't leave that match with these belts. (MAYFIELD looks at both shoulders, then shrugs the belts off, and they hit the floor with a metallic clang) Yunno what? (BLEEEEP!) it. I've come out here for months, and not ONE got-damned team has stepped up over these belts. Know why? THERE'S NOBODY HERE THAT WANTS TO ROLL WITH THE PROS. This whole sh(BLEEP!) is like a bunch of siblings that wanna break your toy, just so they can be happy that YOU don't have it to play with. You wanna open up your rulebook and roll up some characters to take these belts off of the Professionals? (Shrugs) come take 'em. Who the f(BLEEP!) have we faced since we won these in damn near a years' time? (thinks) The Professionals are the UNIFIED Tagteam champions of a league with like... f(BLEEEEP!)ing ONE and a HALF tagteams, so I don't give a f(BLEEP!) anymore. They're dead weight to me now, and the I's have done that already. So now what? Don't get it twisted, I'm not coming into this match with a suicide complex, but there's some cats that have a licking coming to 'em, and I'm gonna oblige in spades.

Tom Adler, you and me have some finished s(BLEEEP!) to take care of, and I don't know if I can't be trusted to come into this match and NOT knock over your glass of milk at Battle of the Belts, my man. Shane Southern? I ... (Shakes) I f(BLEEP!)ing HATE YOU. (MAYFIELDS' eyes turn to slits) Don't get it twisted - it ain't jealousy - it's just HATE. There ain't sh(BLEEP!) you've done that I ain't done already. I've held more world titles than you, and I have a closet at home to prove it, because the bit(BLEEP!)es are still there. Deacon? Stanley? I got one thing to say to you CSWA 'Superstars' - Hold the f(BLEEEP!)ing tag rope and do what the hell I tell you in that match, or I'mma bust your melons. You two are non-factors in my mix, and I don't give a good god-d(BLEEEEP!) what you have to say about it. Cross me? I'm gonna drop you on your f(BLEEEEEP!)ing head. Troy Windham? (Shakes head) Yunno what? I don't have the energy. All the stuff GUNS ever told me about this cesspool back in the days when we were in other companies was all true. This place sucks the soul out of you, and I'm sitting here, watching all of these people jump through these hoops for this f(BLEEEP!)ing place for NOTHING. I've come out here for MONTHS on end, gotten screwed in my ass for nothing, get screwed by management, and get called a JOKE by half-assed never-was'es that outside of North Carolina, get a huge 'WHO?!" from anybody who heard their names said on a television. And you know what? You've been calling Eddie Mayfield a joke? You may have been right.

(EDDIE pulls out a Camel and sparks it, taking a few test puffs, then billowing out a jetstream of smoke from his nose like a mad dragon)

"I've come out here since day one, and told you all that I was the greatest ENTERTAINER in wrestling. Charisma, Workrate, Gift of Gab. All of that hot sh(BLEEEEP!) and you idiots couldn't handle it. Didn't know what to do with me. Me and Craig Miles came out here and called ourselves Professionals... and you all mark... but all we do is get F(BLEEEEEP!) by the CSWA. Can you understand why I'm upset? Can you UNDERSTAND why we wanna destroy this place? I came out here a little while ago, and was a HAIRS BREATH from that World Title... and EVERYBODY AND THEIR MOMMA jumped in my match. Hey, whatever, it happens. I called out HORNET. Remember that? I went to the mountain top and called down GOD... and what happened? HE F(BLEEEEEEP!)ING GOT QUIET. He HID FROM EDDIE MAYFIELD. (Seethes) I called out HORNET... and where is he? Yeah... NOTHING. So where does that leave me now?

ON TIME that just passed... what the f(BLEEEP!) man.... First they double-book Craig Miles, my partner, the OTHER HALF OF YOUR TAGTEAM CHAMPIONS... so we invoked Intruders Rules to get around that.... and 'Shamon... what happened to you? Come to find you locked in a basement in the arena with a broomstick laced through the door so you couldn't get out... because they wanna f(BLEEEEEEP!) Eddie Mayfield. They knew I had a plan, but MANAGEMENT wants to f(BLEEP!) me... so I'm the one doing the f(BLEEEEEP!)ing now. Yeah, so what, I'll shoot. There's some shadowboss at play PROTECTING these heroes - and I'm not playing fair anymore. If I gotta walk up on Chad Merrit and drop him on his f(BLEEEEP!)ing head to make my point clear, I'LL DO THAT I just don't give a s(BLEEP!) I got nothing to lose, and CSWA has EVERYTHING to lose. Guess who's gonna win."

I'm sitting back and listening to cats talk about the Intruders... Pieces of do-nothing trash like Dan Ryan, the nutbuster... Eric Wright, all these cornballs talking about how we're 'good, but not THAT good' and all that noise - well at BATTLE OF THE BELTS, Eddie Mayfield is holding down the jab, medium and heavy punch buttons, and pressing START, and you're gonna see 'Dark Eddie' appear. The one with red eyes and the black outfit. I'm sick of a LOT of sh(BLEEEEEP!) around here, and in the CSWA verse the Intruders match, I'm gonna put my own special band of Tussin on this place, and then after that, heh... a little bit more than what you bargained for."

(EDDIE looks down at his feet, where the tag belts lay, takes another drag on his Camel, and flicks it stage left. FADEOUT.)
 

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{{...FADE-IN: Shane Southern is standing in front of a CSWA backdrop with the CSWA US Title over his shoulder...}}

SHANE SOUTHERN: {{...grins...}} " Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. CALM down mah' friend. You're gonna' busta' vein in that empty brain ah' yers. You HATE Shane Southern do ya'? {{...smiles...}} Good. Feelin' is quite mutual. See Eddie, tha' problem I got with you ain't tha' fact that you tried ta' punk me out for not joinin' tha' intruders, n' it damn sure ain't tha' fact that you're better than me. Nah' Eddie, I hate you, 'cause you disrespect tha' industry. This is all ah' game ta' you. For Eddie Mayfield, WRESTLIN' is 'bout how much recognition you can heap on yerself while puttin' forth tha' least amount of EFFORT ya' possibly can. Tha' PROBLEM I got with you Eddie, is that you've got SO MUCH talent ... n' yer waistin' it. Insteada' bein' tha' CSWA World Champion right now, you show up once a month, cut a pretty witty promo, take home yer check for bein' tag champion of a non-existent field, and call it a day. That's nice Eddie, n' if that's what floats yer boat, I guess ... more power to ya'. But I tell ya' Eddie, if I had YOUR technical wrestlin' ability, I'd BE tha' CSWA World Champion right now...not chasin' it. I work hard, DAMN HARD, ta' get what I get. If you wanna' HATE that... {{...shrugs...}} ain't nuthin' I can do 'bout it. So you come on down ta' B.O.B. Eddie, n' bring yer "A" game. Do what you do, but when it's all said n' done, it's gonna' end tha' same ol' way. Eddies goin' home without a 'W'. "

" Party's Over. "

{{...FADE OUT...}}
 

EastPrez

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The Hate is strong in this one...

(FADEIN: To EDDIE MAYFIELD, same wall, same UNIFIED Tag titles on his shoulder, same scowl)

MAYFIELD: "Well well well, Shane. That's rare to get a compliment coming out of your mouth that doesn't have your own benefit involved in it. See, THAT'S my problem with you, Shane - it's your attitude ever since you showed up in the game. Don't get it twisted - I remember that, and even though I wasn't in the same locker rooms as you, I know what's up. I remember how you claimed that you did everything on your own, when cats every night would run out there to save opponent number 2445 from turning that knee of yours into applesauce... and what did you do in return for that help? NOTHING. I know, those villains whipped your ass so hard, that you forgot to say thanks to those people that ran out there and saved your ass... YET AGAIN. And now, here we are in the two oh oh three, and here's all these people thinking that you dropped out of the sky as the best to lace up the boots, when your factory-made, Shane. Your the 4-H club, Shane. Your a bookers pet project, and I'm pulling back the curtain on your ass.

Face facts, Shane, I don't give a sh(BLEEEEP!) that your a corn in your back pocket country dood. Louisiana is a great place - I love New Orleans. I don't give a sh(BLEEEEP!) about your stupid kick in the head, either. When I was sitting backstage, and Miles and GUNS are all talking happy about how they want you in the Intruders, I shrugged my shoulders about the whole thing. Why? Because I knew you wouldn't join anyway, and it don't mean sh(BLEEP!) to me either way. It just was another episode in the 'Bite the hand that feeds him' show that I associate with you. You come out here and talk some thoroughbred noise, Shane, but I see through your act. Troy Windham should know better, but that's his dumb-ass for getting into bed with you.

And everytime you showed up in my world, we've sent you back with your tail between your legs. Yeah, ON TIME, I got snuck with a SlackKnife - sh(BLEEP!) happens. But come BATTLE OF THE BELTS, don't worry what kinda game I'm gonna bring, Shane, because whatever I got is enough to put a stutter in your step, my man.

You think I give less than 100%? (Laughs) hell yeah, why not? Why should I go and bust my ass out there for management that wants nothing better than to throw the 188th airborne at me? When I was across the ring from Aho, and all that sh(BLEEEEP!) went down, thats when the lightbulb came on, Shane. I saw what this league was REALLY ABOUT, right there. I saw the writing on the wall, and yeah, somebody moved the cheese from in front of Hot Property.

Yeah, I do what I have to do, until I need to do more. Tagteam Champions. Where's the other teams? Hey, as far as I care, they all packed up shop and rolled out when we won these. Wheres the Men of Adventure? Wheres Simply Stunning? I've faced you and a die-rolled opponent, more than anyone else since me and Craig have had these straps, and it's old, so don't cme out here and make it look like the Intruders are out here for a paycheck.

You hate me because I don't have to work hard? Heh - I don't HAVE TO WORK HARD, Shane, because it comes natural to me. But if you wanna stick your head out of your cloud to give me shade? I don't have a problem sticking you, and making sure you STAY STUCK.

Battle of the Belts, Shane - You're in my square, and there's no rescuere faces to come help your ass this time. There's no 70-year old man to come and save you from the Intruders. Think Troys gonna help you? (Laughs) Man, whatever. Just for you, Shane, just for YOU... I'll bring my A game... but I guarantee you won't like it... because it's gonna be at YOUR EXPENSE."

I'm breaking the conspiracies in CSWA, Shane, and you're involved. I won't allow this to go on anymore. Not over ME. F(BLEEP!) THAT."

(FADEOUT)
 
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(FADEIN: GUNS sitting in his San Antonio ranch, wearing his Intruders T-shirt, nodding.)

GUNS: Well, finally, the prodigal sons of smack talk show up so that I don't have to strain my vocal chords. You know, Eddie, I was beginning to think that maybe you had your jaw wired shut when Southern blindsided you with that superkick in Virginia Beach.

Let's clear the air on a few things, because it's time to get down to serious business. Chad Merritt decided to play a little game, and split the Intruders and put us on opposite sides of the ring. He was generous to you, Eddie - he gave you Craig. I stand alone - on the same side of the ring with Shane Southern, Tom Adler, and the self-proclaimed "Mr. CSWA." You've got your beefs with Tom Adler, you've got your beefs with Shane Southern, and you've got your beefs with Troy Windham - not the least of which is that cheapshot Slacknife he caught you with in Virginia that got you pinned. That CAN'T happen at Battle of the Belts, Eddie, so it's important that you have your head screwed on straight.

You and Craig know that I'm going to do everything I can on my end to make sure this goes the right way for us - but at the end of the day, you two are going to have to step up and make it happen. You're not saddled with the most impressive partners, I'll admit - Lawrence Stanley once upon a time allegedly had some potential, but like most, he never lived up to the hype. Once his association with Teri Melton came to an end, the man hasn't been the same since. And then there's Deacon - the almighty Deacon - making a miracle comeback, but let's not pretend that he's half the man he was when he became a legend around here. So we can't look to them for help, Eddie - it comes down to a three on three battle - us against them - the Intruders against Southern, Troy, and Adler. Sabotage on my end can only get you so far, Eddie - it's time for you to step up and PROVE all the things you've been saying for years - it's time for you to step up and be Must See TV - it's time for you to step up and be the man that destroyed Evan Aho's arm - if you want to help me destroy the CSWA, Eddie, then Battle of the Belts is the first step.

I have faith in you, Eddie. I have faith in Craig. Despite the whisper campaigns, despite what guys like Adler and Southern try to say, I have faith in the Intruders. But it's not blind faith, Eddie. I'm prepared to succeed if you and Miles fail.

But just between you and me, I'd just as soon be in the back icing up my knee and getting ready to head home while that battle royal's starting - comfortable in the knowledge that Shane Southern and Troy Windham are back in their locker room packing their bags too. So I'll be very...VERY...disappointed if it turns out I have to step through those ropes and take care of matters myself.

You hate Shane Southern, Eddie? Then take him down. You want to show Troy Windham once and for all who the coolest cat in professional wrestling is, Eddie? Then take him down. You want to finish all the water you've had under the bridge with Adler, Eddie? Then take him DOWN.

Battle of the Belts, it's time for you and Craig to step up and show the world you're nobody's lapdog, it's time for you and Craig to step up and show the world that you're nobody's lackeys, it's time for you and Craig to step up and show the world that the Intruders is a group of three men equally committed to and equally capable of tearing the CSWA apart brick by brick.

It's your time to shine, Eddie. Now what are you gonna do with it?
 

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but he is not a champion....YET.

{{...FADE-IN: Shane Southern. US title...}}

SHANE SOUTHERN: " Ya' know what I just heard there Eddie? Excuses. Just like your pal n' mine Tom Adler, you've got every excuse in tha' book. People attack me, so I don't care anymore. Please. You're talkin' to tha' KING of tha' screwjobs pal, n' I ain't talkin' 'bout me bein' tha' screw-ER either. It ain't no secrete that just 'bout every man in the biz has taken his shots at mah' knee. It's freakin' jello inside there now. N' why? 'Cause that's tha' quickest way for people ta' get their "cheap heat". In tha' NFW, you wanted HEAT, you took out Shane Southern's knee. N' I don't know what world YER livin' in pal, but I rarely got "saved." If I got "saved" so many times Eddie, how come doctors teach classes at Stanford on tha' miracles of reconstructive surgery using MAH' x-ray file as tha' text book? "

" I've been screwed more times than I can count. If ANYBODY hassa' RIGHT ta' be cynical it's me. If anybody should be able ta' come out here on TV n' hate tha' sport n' what it's done to 'em...it's ME. But I don't do that Eddie. I LOVE this sport. I LOVE this federation. Hearin' Garth kick up, comin' out from behind that' curtain n' hearin' tha' fans go loony, steppin' inta' tha' ring n' givin' it one hundred TEN percent....against tha' best in tha' WORLD. That's MY DRUG Eddie. That's mah' ADDICTION. That's tha' REASON I pop pain pills like candy. So I can KEEP doin' it...again, and again, and again."

" N' don't think I don't know I had a little help along tha' way Eddie. Yeah, some bookers gave me a chance...they saw somethin' in me. But EYE did tha' work. I paid tha' price, and I became a champion. I wasn't made one. "

" I loose at B.O.B., then it'll be 'cause somebody was better than me that night. Maybe you, maybe Guns, maybe Adler. I've lost before. But I'll keep comin' Eddie. I'm tha' damn Energizer bunny Eddie...n' I'm gonna' keep goin' n' goin' n' goin', 'till tha' CSWA World Title is MINE. Wanna' stop me? Good. I look forward to tha' effort. "

" Party's Over."

{{...FADE OUT...}}
 

EastPrez

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The I Ching Dynasty

(FADEIN: To EDDIE MAYFIELD, standing in a hallway, wearing a INTRUDERS: 'The I's Have it' tee, sides slit open, poncho-style. Vinyl black loose pants with multicolored flames running up the sides of the legs, Camel on lip, pimpshades on face, 1/2 of the UNIFIED World Tagteam straps over a shoulder. EDDIE smirks and sparks his cigarette)

MAYFIELD: "So GUNS, what's up, big man? I see you cut off a slice of promo time to throw a bone to Hot Property. Now I even have people on my own squad, making sure that I step up, bring the (Mocking Southerns accent) "AHY GAYME T' TH' TAY-BUHL" and you know what? Somebody else would get mad at that, yunno, being questioned. But you know what EYE see it as? I see it as good lookin' out.

See, that's why the Intruders are the beez knees around here, and the idiots in the back like Ryan, and the rest of the Alpahbet Soup All-Stars can't figure out why we're Hot, and they're Not: Because of star quality and time in the game. Experience. You can't get that by making up some phony background, saying you wrestled in Super God Knows Whatever and held 600 belts IN YOUR MIND, or by rolling up dice and adding up the scores. See, I got MAD hit points, you jokers, and like I said before, your THACO ain't high enough to dent Eddie Mayfield's armor. (smiles)

GUNS, you may be thinking to yourself, in the middle of war, if Eddie Mayfield, Mr. Match of the Year, Mr. MUST-SEE TV can for real for real, back up his sh(BLEEP!) in a real fire fight. Like those rapper doods who talk all big, but then punk and run when they start shooting up the block. Well rest assured, my man, that Eddie Em is coming to BOTB with all the pegs in place, bro. See, up until now... we just did our thing, but now, all I's are on us. JUST LIKE IT SHOULD BE, and this is GO time. All the other crap was just that, and finally... That as(BLEEEEP!) Merritt thought he'd pitch a tent by trying to cramp the I's into a corner, hell dood, you've just given me my Birthday wish: EVERY WRESTLER IN THIS HOLE THAT I GOT A PROBLEM WITH, all in the same place, ALL FOR ME. For Us.... for... the Intruders. (Smiles). Merritt, after what you did to Shamon at ON-TIME backstage... what the cameras didn't see... How I got put down like a dog in the middle of the ring by Troy Windham... bro... it ain't happening again to Eddie Mayfield. You wanna see my A-Game? Just like my man Johnny Storm, going Nova - he doesn't like to do it, because he can't control his actions once it begins - the CSWA has brought out the best... and WORST in Eddie Mayfield, and you're all gonna see what happens when the Bullsh(BLEEEEEEP!) stops, at BATTLE OF THE F(BLEEEEEP!) BELTS, AND I F(BLEEEEP!) SOMEBODY UP.

GUNS? Hey man, thanks for checking in on me, but I'm a PROFESSIONAL first and foremost, and Professionals handle their business with STYLE. Put your bet on a sure thing, because everythings gonna fall into place then. Remember what they say, there's no "I" in team, but there's an I in Intruders. I'll do what I have to do to get the job done - and you can stand back and watch my star shine all over that f(BLEEEEEP!)ing ring. BELIEVE THAT."

(FADE)
 

EastPrez

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Boo Hoo.

(FADEIN: To EDDIE MAYFIELD, same deal as before. He's holding a box of Kleenex under an arm, and vibrating uncontrollably, wiping his eyes with the back of his hands.)

MAYFIELD: "Oh cry me a bayou, Shane. The only thing keeping you from being a bad guy is the fact that you sell more merch wearing the white hat, so let's face FACTS, like Troy likes to say. You see, arrogance is bliss, my man. Am I arrogant? f(BLEEP!) yes. And it gets under everyones skin. Why? Because like I said, I can come out here and cut my little promos that burn like nitro and go home and play Atari Anniversary on my Game Boy Advance and still be more over than you, Shane. Thats' gotta get your goat, bro. We've been at this for about the same amount of years, and lookit this - (MAYFIELD jumps up and down, and then runs in place) my f(BLEEEEP!) knees are fine, like two coiled springs, and you're a busted down old man. Don't give me that motorcycle accident crap - people have been working over that knee for years before that, but guess why you're still walking at all? BECAUSE OF PEOPLE SAVING YOUR COUNTRY ASS. And just like I said, with your selective, 'I did it all by myself, mom!' attitude, you just kinda ... well, FORGOT about all those people who got you to where you are today. Why do I give a damn? Well, I knew some of those people, Shane. I travelled down the road with some of those people. I remember one cat who rode on top of an ambulance to help you get to a PPV from the emergency room in New Orleans where you won a world title ALL BY YOURSELF, (Sneers) and couldn't even shake the guys hand for his help. THAT'S WHAT I HATE ABOUT YOU, SHANE.

See Craig and Pi and GUNS and me? We're a TEAM. We may not all play by the same rules, but we rock the same uniform. When sh(BLEEEP!) goes sour, I know that I can pull the ripcord and have some backup. You don't have NOTHIN', and you're too proud to realize you've doomed yourself.

Even though I was indifferent, I wasn't surprised when you said no to the Intruders ballcap. And I won't be surprised when nobody comes to your rescue at Belts when the walls close in around you. But wait, you don't NEED help, right Shane? You're the great white hope, RIGHT, SHANE? Famous last words, my man. When you throw a lifeline to a drowning man, if he throws it back, hell, I guess he wants to sink. Looks like you made your choice, then, huh? Sorry for you.

You say that I'm a roadblock on YOUR march to the world title? Man, you need to rethink that, because if EYE have anything to say about it - the only roadblock you'll have, is trying to reach the remote control to your adjustable bed at the county hospital after we're done with you at the PPV. Marinate on THAT, Champ"

(FADEOUT)
 

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More like a shark in a tank

Don't flatter yourself, Eddie.

Frankly, as far as I'm concerned? You personally can walk out World Tag Champ, US Champ, number one contender to the World Champ, Prostate Champ, Marlboro Champ and pretty much any other champ you want... except one.

Like I told GUNS... Merritt hasn't given me a really big reason to hop on board the CSWA Love Train just yet. So, until he does, I couldn't really care less.

I simply don't see too many ways to reconcile your ego trip and my "except one."

-Adler
 

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No Excuse

I'm still waiting for that list of losses and excuses Shane.




-Adler
 
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Shane, let's get a few more things straight.

First things first, you want to come out here and talk about your courageous comeback from a knee injury - get in the back of the line. You think a little motorcycle accident is worth me shedding a tear over? Why don't you try having a homocidal maniac drive a sharpened wooden stake through your knee and let me know how that feels?

You think you've got reasons to be bitter, Shane? You don't have a damn clue. You've still had things nice and easy, Shane - you've made a career out of being the best secondary champion in the business - US Champion extraordinaire - going out night after night, consistently putting on the best matches without making the main event money. Then Craig Miles came along, started up a fed, and you finally got your shot to be the man - you took the ball and you ran with it. And then when Craig Miles came around again and offered you the opportunity of a lifetime, a chance to wear the Intruders' T-shirt and get the fast track to the CSWA World Heavyweight title - to go down in history as being one of four men to bring the almighty CSWA down to its knees - you passed it up. Why? To wear the CSWA United States Heavyweight title proudly, Shane? To go right back to square one? To bust your ass putting on awesome matches while Hornet and Mark Windham party like it's 1988? To do all the work of defending the CSWA while Troy Windham takes all the credit?

You're a damn fool, Shane - and it sounds like you're starting to realize it but your hayseed hick brain still doesn't know what to do about it. You'd rather fight windmills than fight the real enemy. You still think you can fix the CSWA by doing the right thing. You're wrong, Shane. You got a taste of just how wrong you are in Virginia Beach when you took a severe beating that should have had Troy Windham's name on it. I thought maybe that the sight of Troy celebrating while you were pulling yourself out of some chump's lap would have helped you get the message, but it turns out you're pretty stubborn.

Shane - you're not going to lose at Battle of the Belts because anybody's better than you. I've gone on record as saying you're the best wrestler in the world today. You're just too stupid to take advantage of opportunities, and that's why you'll fail at Battle of the Belts. It might be me who takes you out of play with a little sabotage. Eddie or Craig may take you out themselves.

Or, you may defy the odds and last until the battle royal - then Adler might wipe you out on general principle. Or you'll turn your back and get Slacknifed by your new best buddy. But, if you survive all of that, Shane - you'll still be faced with a 325 pound brick wall with one goal and one goal only - to watch you fail. And that, Shane, you won't overcome.

The Party's not Over, Shane - for you, the party will never begin.
 

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