[Shane Hawthorne]

 

It all begins

"If That Ain't Country" strikes up as Wallace Jordan comes walking down the ramp while holding a bottle of Samuel Adams. He is greeting the fans sitting at ringside while keeping a smile on his face. He is wearing a trucker cap, jeans jacket with a t-shirt underneath it and mud covered blue jeans with boots. He hops up onto the ring apron and stays there for a few minutes. The loud crowd is going absolutely crazy when Wallace enters the ring. He walks right over to Justin Decent and respectfully is handed the microphone. He stands in the center of the ring while wiping the side of his mouth with his jacket sleeve.

For months, I have had people ask me why Wallace? Why would you return to the ring? Why put your family through the agony of watching you get defeated? Do you have a sick pleasure of being everyone's welcome mat? Sometimes, I even ask myself the same questions but there is something within side me that keeps screaming out. That thing is my passion and love for this business. That this is teaching all of those loud mouth bigots earn their stripes instead of talking a good game.

I can see my opponent this week as a problem with us working class types. What? You don't appreciate those who bust their asses to keep your high dollar house something you can live in. I mean we cook, clean, wash and do everything else while you are telling all of your friends how much sweat you give to keep the place looking spotless. No one sees us blue collar types doing your dirty work. Look, mister fancy pants if you don't like facing me then take it up with the management but until then get your head of your ass.

The promo of Wallace's opponent starts to play on the screen as he looks intently. Wallace's eyebrow curls up as his opponent starts questioning his personal life.

You want to question everything that I do huh Sephiroth then let me oblige you with some answers. How do I sleep at night? I sleep like a damn baby. I didn't dream of becoming a 'stepping stone' to anyone but what more do I really want to do with my career. I find people talking about their accomplishments to be nothing but past livers trying to project what they have done into the present. I, on the other hand, don't give two shits about what you have done in your career. All I care about is what you can do right now.

Wow, white trash, what are you back in high school? Listen mister fancy pants, I don't let anyone step all over me. I make sure they earn every thing they get in the end. If it means you win big deal. I don't really care about wins and losses because it's not really about that is it. I have watched Sin City Wrestling and I've noticed that they reward those who give their hearts out for them. They reward those who bust their ass to perfect their in ring abilities. However for me, I can careless how wrestling ability you have in your body. All that matters to me is if you can do one thing. I mean it's so simple that only four words are needed to describe it. What? Are you clueless Sephiroth? Are you surprised that this country boy can actually rip your ass apart.

You can call yourself a god all you want but here in the real world. You are no god. You are just a rich bastard trying to claim yourself to be better. I mean you have done nothing yet for Sin City Wrestling and after Climax Control. You will be sitting back in your high dollar mansion wondering what the hell just happened. Have you figured out those four words yet? Let me educate you Sephiroth. I want to see if you can SHUT UP AND FIGHT. Those four words are all I need to live by. I do want to apologize before hand. I want to apologize for kicking your sorry rich bastard ass all over this ring. I want to apologize for breaking that crow like beak of yours. I want to apologize for being the man who gives you the first loss in your SCW career. Oh, I almost forgot.....SORRY BOUT YOUR DAMN LUCK.

Wallace climbs the turnbuckle while still holding the microphone in his hand.

THE WILD MAN is about to GET FUCKING WILD.

"If That Ain't Country" strikes back up as the scene slowly begins to fade away.