SouthernBoy
League Member
{{...FADE-IN: Sunrise over Bourbon Street, New Orleans, Louisiana. The camera pans down the street giving the viewer somewhat of an idea of what occurred here last night. Beads of all shapes, sizes and colors litter the street along with beer cans, party cups, and even a few braziers, but no people. Yes, the biggest free party in the world wound down last night, but, for the first time in a long time, Shane Southern was not among the party-goers.
The camera pans down to see Southern jogging out from around the corner onto Bourbon street. He is wearing gray sweats, soaked with sweat down the front and back. He finishes his jog in front of his Bourbon Street apartment and begins to stretch. He looks up as he hears a voice off to the side coming from Pat O’Brien’s Bar. Shane waives in that direction and motions for the man to come over. Into the picture comes an old, black man. He's wearing a janitor outfit with the nametag 'JACKSON' on it. Shane finishes up his stretching and shakes the old man's hand...}}
SHANE SOUTHERN: " How's it goin' Jackson? "
JACKSON: " Oh' not too bad sonny? What yoo doin' up sa' early n' ash Wen'dey? "
SHANE SOUTHERN: " Trainin' my man, trainin'. "
JACKSON: " Fer' what? "
SHANE SOUTHERN: " Match in San Deigo inna' few days 'gainst Cameron Cruise. "
JACKSON: " Figured you'd be passed out n' bed like da' rest of 'em. "
SHANE SOUTHERN: " Usually that'd be tha' case Jackson, but I've gotta' new focus now. Bein' a success in tha' CSWA is gonna' bee'a lil' bit harder than I thought. "
JACKSON: " Yoo can handle it son. Good luck n' God speed. Gotta' start cleanin' up tha' place. "
{{...Southern shakes his hand and smiles his crooked smile. He then stretches a few more times, and takes a seat on the curb...He looks from side to side and appears to be pondering his next words...}}
SHANE SOUTHERN: " Looks like we meet again Cruise. I know we briefly got intra'duced in Greensboro, but I'm SO lookin' forward ta' gettin' ta' know ya' a little better n' San Jose. {{...smiles...}} You've been here a while Cruise, and you've been in some great matches...I've seen 'em. You n' me...we can put on a great wrestlin' match provided yer noggin' {{...points to his head...}} is in tha' right place, n' MY noggin' ain't gettin' dented witha' steel chair. I know ya' got some sorta' personal vendeta 'gainst Sight, n' that's fine, you can go after him n' whoever else ya' want to...'cause I really ain't interested inna' feud with ya'...I don't like ya...I don't hate ya'...Hell, I just wanna' wrestle ya'. "
" You got tha' hell beat outta' you at Anniversary, so why not come ta' ON TIME witha' fire in yer eyes...come down with that intensity I've seen in those tapes, 'cause there's nothin' I like better than a challenge. I want ta' take that Greensboro title and defend it. NOT ta' make IT somethin' people 'round here respect, but ta' make tha' DEFENDER of that title some-BODY people respect. "
" I've heard from some guys 'round here that guys like us don't got what it takes ta' be Main Eventers. In tha' short time I been here, I can sorta' see where they're comin' from. Yeah, I don't have tha' charisma of Troy Windam, I don't have tha' humor of Eddy Love, I don't have tha' story-tellin' ability of Eli Flair. I don't have tha' "you've already earned it, so you've got it for life" status of guys like Guns, Hornet and Mike Randalls. All I am issa' guy lookin' ta' be tha' best. In mah' mind, ya' do that in tha' ring, and ya' do EVERY DAMN TIME. "
" Which guy are you Cruise? Are you tha' guy who thinks he's already earned it, or tha' guy that no matter WHAT happened in his last match, he goes out n' tries ta' earn it AGAIN in his next match? Have you given up 'cause of what happened at Anniversary, or is tha' fire still lit? It's a dog-eat-dog world in tha' CSWA, n' if you ain't ready fer me at ON TIME, I'm gonna' chew ya' up n' spit ya' out. "
{{...Southern gets up from the curb, walks to the door of his apartment and opens it. As he walks inside, we hear him speak from the hallway...}}
" PARTY'S OVER. "
{{..FADE OUT..}}
The camera pans down to see Southern jogging out from around the corner onto Bourbon street. He is wearing gray sweats, soaked with sweat down the front and back. He finishes his jog in front of his Bourbon Street apartment and begins to stretch. He looks up as he hears a voice off to the side coming from Pat O’Brien’s Bar. Shane waives in that direction and motions for the man to come over. Into the picture comes an old, black man. He's wearing a janitor outfit with the nametag 'JACKSON' on it. Shane finishes up his stretching and shakes the old man's hand...}}
SHANE SOUTHERN: " How's it goin' Jackson? "
JACKSON: " Oh' not too bad sonny? What yoo doin' up sa' early n' ash Wen'dey? "
SHANE SOUTHERN: " Trainin' my man, trainin'. "
JACKSON: " Fer' what? "
SHANE SOUTHERN: " Match in San Deigo inna' few days 'gainst Cameron Cruise. "
JACKSON: " Figured you'd be passed out n' bed like da' rest of 'em. "
SHANE SOUTHERN: " Usually that'd be tha' case Jackson, but I've gotta' new focus now. Bein' a success in tha' CSWA is gonna' bee'a lil' bit harder than I thought. "
JACKSON: " Yoo can handle it son. Good luck n' God speed. Gotta' start cleanin' up tha' place. "
{{...Southern shakes his hand and smiles his crooked smile. He then stretches a few more times, and takes a seat on the curb...He looks from side to side and appears to be pondering his next words...}}
SHANE SOUTHERN: " Looks like we meet again Cruise. I know we briefly got intra'duced in Greensboro, but I'm SO lookin' forward ta' gettin' ta' know ya' a little better n' San Jose. {{...smiles...}} You've been here a while Cruise, and you've been in some great matches...I've seen 'em. You n' me...we can put on a great wrestlin' match provided yer noggin' {{...points to his head...}} is in tha' right place, n' MY noggin' ain't gettin' dented witha' steel chair. I know ya' got some sorta' personal vendeta 'gainst Sight, n' that's fine, you can go after him n' whoever else ya' want to...'cause I really ain't interested inna' feud with ya'...I don't like ya...I don't hate ya'...Hell, I just wanna' wrestle ya'. "
" You got tha' hell beat outta' you at Anniversary, so why not come ta' ON TIME witha' fire in yer eyes...come down with that intensity I've seen in those tapes, 'cause there's nothin' I like better than a challenge. I want ta' take that Greensboro title and defend it. NOT ta' make IT somethin' people 'round here respect, but ta' make tha' DEFENDER of that title some-BODY people respect. "
" I've heard from some guys 'round here that guys like us don't got what it takes ta' be Main Eventers. In tha' short time I been here, I can sorta' see where they're comin' from. Yeah, I don't have tha' charisma of Troy Windam, I don't have tha' humor of Eddy Love, I don't have tha' story-tellin' ability of Eli Flair. I don't have tha' "you've already earned it, so you've got it for life" status of guys like Guns, Hornet and Mike Randalls. All I am issa' guy lookin' ta' be tha' best. In mah' mind, ya' do that in tha' ring, and ya' do EVERY DAMN TIME. "
" Which guy are you Cruise? Are you tha' guy who thinks he's already earned it, or tha' guy that no matter WHAT happened in his last match, he goes out n' tries ta' earn it AGAIN in his next match? Have you given up 'cause of what happened at Anniversary, or is tha' fire still lit? It's a dog-eat-dog world in tha' CSWA, n' if you ain't ready fer me at ON TIME, I'm gonna' chew ya' up n' spit ya' out. "
{{...Southern gets up from the curb, walks to the door of his apartment and opens it. As he walks inside, we hear him speak from the hallway...}}
" PARTY'S OVER. "
{{..FADE OUT..}}