Post by Shane Borderland on Aug 10, 2012 22:29:55 GMT -4
The scene opens up and we are at the Oakland Raiders arena. Shane Borderland is seen sitting in the stands, front row. Beside him is his friend Eric Jackson. The arena is empty, no one there but them. Shane seems to have something on his mind as he sits there with his hand on his chin. Eric turns his attention on Borderland.
.:Eric Jackson:.
What in the hell is wrong Borderland? You have been on a two week losing streak. You have tried to go to the big show and you blew it. Just what in the hell is on your mind? Whats side tracking you from doing what you do best?
Shane just sits there. Not a word is spoken by him. He just sits leans back in his chair and folds his arms.
.:Eric Jackson:.
Hello? What am i talking to a fucking mute? Dude, what in the hell is up your ass? You have been losing, not concentrating or nothing. You said that you was fully concentrated on your last match. Yea i seen how you was taking control. You simply got your ass handed to you. Now your in a match, CAGE MATCH to be exact. Your first ever cage match and its for the North American Championship. What you going to do now? A puppet show?
Borderland’s face starts getting red as a hot tamale.
.:Eric Jackson:.
Also i cant believe you let that joke Michael Lively get a victory over you. Everything that you have done. You have beaten his ass numerous times and now its like you just dont give a shit anymore.
Borderland drops his arms and turns towards Eric. Shane bitch slaps the hell out of him.
.:Shane Borderland:.
LISTEN ERIC! Your either with me or against me. Right now im sick and tired of hearing your fucking mouth run. Your like a 7/11, your mouth never closes. Your worse than a woman on her menstrual cycle. Just shut the hell up. I came here because i wanted to get some shit off my mind and to think a little. I cant think when i have a nagging bitch in my ear constantly because shit doesnt go his way. I dont see what your deal is, its not like you was in the ring. Its not like your face is getting humiliated all over national television. Its mine. So just please shut the hell up.
Eric sits there with his hand covering his cheek. Borderland sits back and crosses his arms, face still red. All of a sudden Eric stands up and just looks at Borderland with a disgusted look on his face. He turns around and walks away from Borderland, giving him the time he needs to refocus. Shane slightly turns his head and watches Eric walk away. Shane leans forward , placing his elbows on his knees.
.:Shane Borderland:.
Well it looks like i have really messed things up this time. I just smacked my friend in the face, i have lost two consecutive matches in a row, and now im scheduled to be in a cage match between the man i hate more than anything right now and the woman i just cant simply beat. Hell i dont know what to do anymore. Its like everything has fallen down on me. I just cant do it anymore. Its like something is holding me back. I dont know what it could be though. I have beat Lively many times, but the last time, he snuck one by me. He finally earned his respect from me. He actually came out there with his game face on and showed me a reason that he is a APW Hall of Famer. Before i just thought he got that name because he was in here. Not because he was good or anything. But i have to give him props this time. He actually beat me and he has been on a little roll. So hell maybe he has came out of that rut he was in and now its time to officially start off where he left.
All of a sudden Shane feels a vibration of some sort. He realizes that its his cell phone laying down on one of the chairs arm rest. He picks it up and see’s its a text. He opens the message in his phone. The message says “Look to your right.” Shane sits there for a split second with a puzzled look on his face before he turns and looks. A big grin comes across Shane’s face as he see’s his former buddy standing there, at the end of the aisle.
.:Shane Borderland:.
BIG FUCKING HEAVY! How in the hell are you?
Big Heavy doesnt say a word. He just starts walking towards Shane. He finally reaches Shane and he sits down beside him. Well he tries to sit but he is just too big for the chairs. So Big Heavy folds one of the chairs armrest down so far, that its touching the seat next to him. Shane shakes his head as a smile comes across his face.
.:Shane Borderland:.
Well i see that you havent slimmed down any. Lay off the spray foods and you might fit your big ass in there. By the way, how in the hell did you know where i was?
.:Big Heavy:.
I called Eric to see where you might be. I was on a little vacation down here and i heard APW was rolling into town. So i figured, why not see some of my old friends.
.:Shane Borderland:.
Well APW has been in Cali for about three weeks now straight. i actually got to visit my child hood home.
.:Big Heavy:.
Well thats good, but what in the hell is wrong with you lately? You have been losing like a midget in the one hundred meter relay.
Shane cocks his eyebrow.
.:Shane Borderland:.
Hell Heavy, you know how it is. Im just in a rut right now. I need to get my head straight before this match i have coming up.
.:Big Heavy:.
You think? Hang on.
Heavy pulls out a can of spray cheese from his pocket and starts spraying cheese down his throat.
.:Big Heavy:.
Ahh, thats better. Anyways, you need to get your shit under control. This is actually your biggest match that you have had ever in the APW. Even bigger than when you and Kash won the tag titles. So you need to get a damn good mind set or you will get your ass stomped like you have been.
.:Shane Borderland:.
Gee, thanks Heavy. I feel your support.
.:Big Heavy:.
Just because im not around, doesnt mean i dont watch the shit anymore. I have seen you lately, getting your ass whipped like you stole something. You was one of the top competitors in APW when was hanging out. Now its like your everyone’s punching bag. You need to focus like you use to and not like you have been. You use to sit back and relax and have fun. But you still would have your match on mind at all times.
.:Shane Borderland:.
Your right Heavy. Lately i havent had no fun at all. Just staying to myself and trying to be the best. Maybe thats what is wrong with me, im no fun anymore. Just a wore out douche.
.:Big Heavy:.
I tell you what. Lets talk about this match and then later we will get some drinks. What you say?
.:Shane Borderland:.
Sounds good, just what i need, i think...
.:Big Heavy:.
Well whats your opponents like?
.:Shane Borderland:.
Well first off there is Michael Lively. He is a APW Hall of Famer.
.:Big Heavy:.
Hmm, tough opponent i see. But you have beaten him before so whats the deal.
.:Shane Borderland:.
I know man, i have beaten him numerous times, but last time i snuck one by me. He finally got his first win over me. Now he really does think he is god almighty. Also he thinks he is making fun of me saying Wide Fuckin’ Open. Wow, Lively, you really hurt my feelings. If thats all you have to come up with then i pitty your ass. You got one win over me and now you think you higher than a cats back. If you think for once that your going to get another victory over me, then you are sadly mistaken. I have had all i can take from you. You prance around, acting like your still the shit. You are nothing more than a has been Michael. Thats why its took you so damn long to re adjust to everything. You said that i called you washed up. Yea i did, because you never showed me anything for you to be labeled as a APW Hall of Famer. All i seen was you getting your ass handed to you week after week. Hell most of it was by myself. So if you think im scared of you, then you have another thing coming. You did impress me with our last match. I never thought that Michael Lively could beat Shane Borderland. But you finally stepped up to the plate like a man is suppose to. I can finally say that i am proud to verse a APW Legend like yourself. I just hope you are focused like you was before. Because right now, im so mad at myself for losing like i have been.
So all of this frustration that is building up inside me right now. I will be taking it out on you and Carmen. The two people that im beginning to hate more than anything. Well Lively, you have been on my shit list for awhile now. Because no matter what happens im stuck with your ass. I dont care if i was in another state, somehow, someway i would still have to put up with you. I just dont get it. Do you have some sort of personal vendetta with me? If so, then we settle this right here, right now. Frankly, im sick and tired of hearing your mouth and seeing your face. You got lucky last time, so lets hope that your luck doesnt run out. Because i will be coming at you full force and showing you why i deserve to be the North American Champion. You are right about Carmen and her reign being stopped inside this cage. The only thing that threw me off was you said you was coming out the champion. Over my fucking dead body. You will not become the new champ because i have had all i can take from you and Carmen. So this time the both of you will feel my wrath and you will always remember the time that you got put into a cage with APW’s Bad Boy. I can tell you that Lively. So this time you better bring your mom and dad, God and Mary. Because i would hate for your parents not being there and them watching their son, the self proclaimed Jesus, getting his brains bashed in. Just be ready for this match Lively. You are going to be locked in cage with a animal.
Then there is Carmen Rivera, the reigning APW North American Champion. The one that costed me a match. Just because she has a nice looking ass and i followed it like a dog staring at a piece of ham. Also, every match that we have been into, i cant seem to get a victory over you. You have done well since you have joined the APW. I can truly say that you have to be my toughest opponent yet, well between you and Shadow. But thats another time, right now im just going to stay on track. See Carmen you have held that belt long enough in my books. I get so close to a shot but then again i get so far away. This time you are locked in a cage with me. There is no turning back when those doors close. You will be stuck in the ring with a mad man. Im sick and tired of people just thinking im a pushover that cant handle being on his own. This time there will be no remorse. Im simply coming in and taking whats rightfully mine. That Championship has been calling my name for some time now and its coming home with me this time. There is going to be no screw ups this time. I dont care if you wear the sluttiest thing you have in your wardrobe. I will just laugh at you then beat the living hell out of you. You have slipped through my fingers once already. Im not going to make the same mistake again. You stole the match from me that made you a champion. You slipped through my fingers and you took my spot. Carmen, you have no idea what your in for this time. Im not holding anything back this time. Im not going to let anything side track me, im not going to let you or Lively walk out with the win, im going to put all the anger i have inside of me and let it all out on the both of you. Im going to deliver the best ass kicking that i have ever gave in my entire career. Then this time everyone will know that i mean business. Im sick of you walking around like your big shit just because you have the gold strapped around your waist. You won that belt on a fluke. You know it, Lively knows it, even you know it. Thats why Meltdown needs a deserving champion, not some bitch thats scared of breaking a nail.
Thats right Carmen, i know underneath, you are one scared ass little girl before every match. You must have the luck of the Irish, because you have been lucky ever since you won that title. I have been wanting a shot for that title ever since you won it that night. Now i finally get the chance. The difference is, we are in a cage and im more pissed off than i ever was before. So this time you will have to face me like a champion is suppose to. Not running away like period blood. This time your in a small area with me and there is no way out, unless you knock my ass out. This time, i just dont see you winning. You have paraded around long enough, just because you won that title and you have been on one hell of a lucky streak. Its time for you to let go of that title and your streak will come to an end. After you realize that you lost and that belt isnt anywhere around you, you will know that you fucked up by getting the Bad Boy angry towards you. You have beat me match after match and now its time for some fucking pay back. This time you will be on the losing end. When you are laying down on that mat, and you hear my music fadedly in the background. I want to tell me how you feel at that moment. Dont you feel small as a piss ant? You feel like you have been made a fool in front on everyone. Well you might not, but for me losing to a girl over and over. Hehe, it looks real bad on me. So this time im going to make a fool out of you and Lively. Im going to end your streak and mine as well. I will not have to see anymore of you walking around here like you own Meltdown. I will be the one walking around here with that gold strapped around my waist and everyone will know why im the superior wrestler on the Meltdown brand. Everyone will look at me and say, “Well he has finally done it.” When that moment happens, you and Lively will know that im here and ready for anything. Im tired of being put in the shadows, its about time i get a shot at this title. I will become the new North American Champion and there is nothing anyone can do about it. So Carmen, polish that championship up real nice and clean for me. Because this is the last damn time that you will ever see it, if i have any say so about it. So this time Carmen, dont a bitch that you are, come at me like a champion is suppose to. I want a fight on my hands, not some dumb cunt that thinks she is hot stuff. This is the last time i am warning you Carmen, because this is the last damn time that you will ever touch that North American Championship.
.:Big Heavy:.
And your losing how? Seems like to me your right on target.
.:Shane Borderland:.
Its not that im on target, im just fed up with everything this time around. This time i am going to show everyone why i am the best on Meltdown and why i am going to be the best damn North American Champion that Meltdown has ever seen.
.:Big Heavy:.
Thats the Shane Borderland i remember. How about lets talk about this over a few drinks?
.:Shane Borderland:.
That sounds good Heavy. Maybe i can calm down a bit with a few shots in my system.
.:Big Heavy:.
Lets go.
Big Heavy stands up and finishes the bottle of spray cheese and throws it down. Borderland follows behind him as the scene slowly fades.
.:Eric Jackson:.
What in the hell is wrong Borderland? You have been on a two week losing streak. You have tried to go to the big show and you blew it. Just what in the hell is on your mind? Whats side tracking you from doing what you do best?
Shane just sits there. Not a word is spoken by him. He just sits leans back in his chair and folds his arms.
.:Eric Jackson:.
Hello? What am i talking to a fucking mute? Dude, what in the hell is up your ass? You have been losing, not concentrating or nothing. You said that you was fully concentrated on your last match. Yea i seen how you was taking control. You simply got your ass handed to you. Now your in a match, CAGE MATCH to be exact. Your first ever cage match and its for the North American Championship. What you going to do now? A puppet show?
Borderland’s face starts getting red as a hot tamale.
.:Eric Jackson:.
Also i cant believe you let that joke Michael Lively get a victory over you. Everything that you have done. You have beaten his ass numerous times and now its like you just dont give a shit anymore.
Borderland drops his arms and turns towards Eric. Shane bitch slaps the hell out of him.
.:Shane Borderland:.
LISTEN ERIC! Your either with me or against me. Right now im sick and tired of hearing your fucking mouth run. Your like a 7/11, your mouth never closes. Your worse than a woman on her menstrual cycle. Just shut the hell up. I came here because i wanted to get some shit off my mind and to think a little. I cant think when i have a nagging bitch in my ear constantly because shit doesnt go his way. I dont see what your deal is, its not like you was in the ring. Its not like your face is getting humiliated all over national television. Its mine. So just please shut the hell up.
Eric sits there with his hand covering his cheek. Borderland sits back and crosses his arms, face still red. All of a sudden Eric stands up and just looks at Borderland with a disgusted look on his face. He turns around and walks away from Borderland, giving him the time he needs to refocus. Shane slightly turns his head and watches Eric walk away. Shane leans forward , placing his elbows on his knees.
.:Shane Borderland:.
Well it looks like i have really messed things up this time. I just smacked my friend in the face, i have lost two consecutive matches in a row, and now im scheduled to be in a cage match between the man i hate more than anything right now and the woman i just cant simply beat. Hell i dont know what to do anymore. Its like everything has fallen down on me. I just cant do it anymore. Its like something is holding me back. I dont know what it could be though. I have beat Lively many times, but the last time, he snuck one by me. He finally earned his respect from me. He actually came out there with his game face on and showed me a reason that he is a APW Hall of Famer. Before i just thought he got that name because he was in here. Not because he was good or anything. But i have to give him props this time. He actually beat me and he has been on a little roll. So hell maybe he has came out of that rut he was in and now its time to officially start off where he left.
All of a sudden Shane feels a vibration of some sort. He realizes that its his cell phone laying down on one of the chairs arm rest. He picks it up and see’s its a text. He opens the message in his phone. The message says “Look to your right.” Shane sits there for a split second with a puzzled look on his face before he turns and looks. A big grin comes across Shane’s face as he see’s his former buddy standing there, at the end of the aisle.
.:Shane Borderland:.
BIG FUCKING HEAVY! How in the hell are you?
Big Heavy doesnt say a word. He just starts walking towards Shane. He finally reaches Shane and he sits down beside him. Well he tries to sit but he is just too big for the chairs. So Big Heavy folds one of the chairs armrest down so far, that its touching the seat next to him. Shane shakes his head as a smile comes across his face.
.:Shane Borderland:.
Well i see that you havent slimmed down any. Lay off the spray foods and you might fit your big ass in there. By the way, how in the hell did you know where i was?
.:Big Heavy:.
I called Eric to see where you might be. I was on a little vacation down here and i heard APW was rolling into town. So i figured, why not see some of my old friends.
.:Shane Borderland:.
Well APW has been in Cali for about three weeks now straight. i actually got to visit my child hood home.
.:Big Heavy:.
Well thats good, but what in the hell is wrong with you lately? You have been losing like a midget in the one hundred meter relay.
Shane cocks his eyebrow.
.:Shane Borderland:.
Hell Heavy, you know how it is. Im just in a rut right now. I need to get my head straight before this match i have coming up.
.:Big Heavy:.
You think? Hang on.
Heavy pulls out a can of spray cheese from his pocket and starts spraying cheese down his throat.
.:Big Heavy:.
Ahh, thats better. Anyways, you need to get your shit under control. This is actually your biggest match that you have had ever in the APW. Even bigger than when you and Kash won the tag titles. So you need to get a damn good mind set or you will get your ass stomped like you have been.
.:Shane Borderland:.
Gee, thanks Heavy. I feel your support.
.:Big Heavy:.
Just because im not around, doesnt mean i dont watch the shit anymore. I have seen you lately, getting your ass whipped like you stole something. You was one of the top competitors in APW when was hanging out. Now its like your everyone’s punching bag. You need to focus like you use to and not like you have been. You use to sit back and relax and have fun. But you still would have your match on mind at all times.
.:Shane Borderland:.
Your right Heavy. Lately i havent had no fun at all. Just staying to myself and trying to be the best. Maybe thats what is wrong with me, im no fun anymore. Just a wore out douche.
.:Big Heavy:.
I tell you what. Lets talk about this match and then later we will get some drinks. What you say?
.:Shane Borderland:.
Sounds good, just what i need, i think...
.:Big Heavy:.
Well whats your opponents like?
.:Shane Borderland:.
Well first off there is Michael Lively. He is a APW Hall of Famer.
.:Big Heavy:.
Hmm, tough opponent i see. But you have beaten him before so whats the deal.
.:Shane Borderland:.
I know man, i have beaten him numerous times, but last time i snuck one by me. He finally got his first win over me. Now he really does think he is god almighty. Also he thinks he is making fun of me saying Wide Fuckin’ Open. Wow, Lively, you really hurt my feelings. If thats all you have to come up with then i pitty your ass. You got one win over me and now you think you higher than a cats back. If you think for once that your going to get another victory over me, then you are sadly mistaken. I have had all i can take from you. You prance around, acting like your still the shit. You are nothing more than a has been Michael. Thats why its took you so damn long to re adjust to everything. You said that i called you washed up. Yea i did, because you never showed me anything for you to be labeled as a APW Hall of Famer. All i seen was you getting your ass handed to you week after week. Hell most of it was by myself. So if you think im scared of you, then you have another thing coming. You did impress me with our last match. I never thought that Michael Lively could beat Shane Borderland. But you finally stepped up to the plate like a man is suppose to. I can finally say that i am proud to verse a APW Legend like yourself. I just hope you are focused like you was before. Because right now, im so mad at myself for losing like i have been.
So all of this frustration that is building up inside me right now. I will be taking it out on you and Carmen. The two people that im beginning to hate more than anything. Well Lively, you have been on my shit list for awhile now. Because no matter what happens im stuck with your ass. I dont care if i was in another state, somehow, someway i would still have to put up with you. I just dont get it. Do you have some sort of personal vendetta with me? If so, then we settle this right here, right now. Frankly, im sick and tired of hearing your mouth and seeing your face. You got lucky last time, so lets hope that your luck doesnt run out. Because i will be coming at you full force and showing you why i deserve to be the North American Champion. You are right about Carmen and her reign being stopped inside this cage. The only thing that threw me off was you said you was coming out the champion. Over my fucking dead body. You will not become the new champ because i have had all i can take from you and Carmen. So this time the both of you will feel my wrath and you will always remember the time that you got put into a cage with APW’s Bad Boy. I can tell you that Lively. So this time you better bring your mom and dad, God and Mary. Because i would hate for your parents not being there and them watching their son, the self proclaimed Jesus, getting his brains bashed in. Just be ready for this match Lively. You are going to be locked in cage with a animal.
Then there is Carmen Rivera, the reigning APW North American Champion. The one that costed me a match. Just because she has a nice looking ass and i followed it like a dog staring at a piece of ham. Also, every match that we have been into, i cant seem to get a victory over you. You have done well since you have joined the APW. I can truly say that you have to be my toughest opponent yet, well between you and Shadow. But thats another time, right now im just going to stay on track. See Carmen you have held that belt long enough in my books. I get so close to a shot but then again i get so far away. This time you are locked in a cage with me. There is no turning back when those doors close. You will be stuck in the ring with a mad man. Im sick and tired of people just thinking im a pushover that cant handle being on his own. This time there will be no remorse. Im simply coming in and taking whats rightfully mine. That Championship has been calling my name for some time now and its coming home with me this time. There is going to be no screw ups this time. I dont care if you wear the sluttiest thing you have in your wardrobe. I will just laugh at you then beat the living hell out of you. You have slipped through my fingers once already. Im not going to make the same mistake again. You stole the match from me that made you a champion. You slipped through my fingers and you took my spot. Carmen, you have no idea what your in for this time. Im not holding anything back this time. Im not going to let anything side track me, im not going to let you or Lively walk out with the win, im going to put all the anger i have inside of me and let it all out on the both of you. Im going to deliver the best ass kicking that i have ever gave in my entire career. Then this time everyone will know that i mean business. Im sick of you walking around like your big shit just because you have the gold strapped around your waist. You won that belt on a fluke. You know it, Lively knows it, even you know it. Thats why Meltdown needs a deserving champion, not some bitch thats scared of breaking a nail.
Thats right Carmen, i know underneath, you are one scared ass little girl before every match. You must have the luck of the Irish, because you have been lucky ever since you won that title. I have been wanting a shot for that title ever since you won it that night. Now i finally get the chance. The difference is, we are in a cage and im more pissed off than i ever was before. So this time you will have to face me like a champion is suppose to. Not running away like period blood. This time your in a small area with me and there is no way out, unless you knock my ass out. This time, i just dont see you winning. You have paraded around long enough, just because you won that title and you have been on one hell of a lucky streak. Its time for you to let go of that title and your streak will come to an end. After you realize that you lost and that belt isnt anywhere around you, you will know that you fucked up by getting the Bad Boy angry towards you. You have beat me match after match and now its time for some fucking pay back. This time you will be on the losing end. When you are laying down on that mat, and you hear my music fadedly in the background. I want to tell me how you feel at that moment. Dont you feel small as a piss ant? You feel like you have been made a fool in front on everyone. Well you might not, but for me losing to a girl over and over. Hehe, it looks real bad on me. So this time im going to make a fool out of you and Lively. Im going to end your streak and mine as well. I will not have to see anymore of you walking around here like you own Meltdown. I will be the one walking around here with that gold strapped around my waist and everyone will know why im the superior wrestler on the Meltdown brand. Everyone will look at me and say, “Well he has finally done it.” When that moment happens, you and Lively will know that im here and ready for anything. Im tired of being put in the shadows, its about time i get a shot at this title. I will become the new North American Champion and there is nothing anyone can do about it. So Carmen, polish that championship up real nice and clean for me. Because this is the last damn time that you will ever see it, if i have any say so about it. So this time Carmen, dont a bitch that you are, come at me like a champion is suppose to. I want a fight on my hands, not some dumb cunt that thinks she is hot stuff. This is the last time i am warning you Carmen, because this is the last damn time that you will ever touch that North American Championship.
.:Big Heavy:.
And your losing how? Seems like to me your right on target.
.:Shane Borderland:.
Its not that im on target, im just fed up with everything this time around. This time i am going to show everyone why i am the best on Meltdown and why i am going to be the best damn North American Champion that Meltdown has ever seen.
.:Big Heavy:.
Thats the Shane Borderland i remember. How about lets talk about this over a few drinks?
.:Shane Borderland:.
That sounds good Heavy. Maybe i can calm down a bit with a few shots in my system.
.:Big Heavy:.
Lets go.
Big Heavy stands up and finishes the bottle of spray cheese and throws it down. Borderland follows behind him as the scene slowly fades.
