((- 'The Nature Boy' Ric Flair -))
[ With arms folded behind head, resting feet up upon the oak desk ] Hey, Shane O'. How ya' been buddy?! [ Grins ] Miss, me any?

[[- Swinging feet, from the desk. -]]

((- 'The Nature Boy' Ric Flair -))
You know.. Just between, you and me. [ Rising up from his seat ] They say, "That you're only as good, as the battle.. You've last had!" So, to pat yourself on the back.. in victory. Before nailing, that final blow.. For your next upcoming battle. Ahead. Is, down right.. folly! Because, that's just the same.. As being 6 seconds away, from getting kicked in the ass. With disappointment!! [ Pause ] And if, there's anything 'THE NATURE BOY' RIC FLAIR is.. [ Giggling ] And believe me, there are many things.. That 'The Nature Boy' Ric Flair is. But, being foolish.. Isn't one of them! [ Touching hand to his forehead ] So, that got me pondering. [ Setting hands on desk ] Wonderin'. And thinking.. And above all else, researching!

[[- The view widens, showing Ms. Hancock there in the office. Right alongside, to the right of 'Slick' Ric. -]]

((- Ms. Hancock -))
And believe me. The research.. [ Holding up a manilla folder ] Has been extensive!

((- 'The Nature Boy' Ric Flair -))
Suprised any, Shane? [ Waving hands through hair ] I think not! Because, you know.. As well, as all the rest, that have fallen to Ric Flair.. Has had the very best! To, make sure.. That they went out.. In style!

[[- Grins. -]]

((- 'The Nature Boy' Ric Flair -))
And you too, Shane. Will go out.. With Style! [ Showcasing with hands ] Key point.. IS THAT, you go.. Out! [ Crossing arms ] Ka-put! Finito! Sayonara! Say 'La Vie.. SHANE O' MAC!

[[- Taking up, the folder from Ms. Hancock. -]]

((- 'The Nature Boy' Ric Flair -))
So, in what better fashion, to prepare someone's.. [ Laughing, before pointing forward ] Your end, Shane. Than to chronicle, those lasting impressions.. That you've cherished us with.

[[- Going in front, then setting up shop.. Right at the mid-section of his desk. -]]

((- 'The Nature Boy' Ric Flair -))
From Infantcy. We have.. Just the average way of upward movement, of any McMAHON child. Of learning to reach, for daddy's gold card.. Long before, mastering the art. Of walking upright! As if, anyone.. With the name McMahon, was ever capable of that. [ Laughs ] Considering, all the hijacked promotions that have fell.. Simply because, it wasn't enough for Vince McMahon. 'Til he was the only game, in town! Which, really translates.. To the 'here' and 'now'. With you, Shane O'. As, you're the ultimate.. pioneer, right? Simply, moving over.. What has already, been set into play.

[[- Grinning. -]]

((- 'The Nature Boy' Ric Flair -))
Now, herein.. Lies the problem. Or, in exact, the difference.. The Main Difference, between you and I. [ Pointing ] That being, RIC FLAIR.. SETS HIS OWN PATH! That's been the motto, since day one.. Of setting foot, in this sport. That I thank, all of God's green earth.. For. Each and every day! [ Pause ] Be it, ever so humble.. Anyone that's met Ric Flair, then from there.. Followed along, in my path. Have done so, ready, willing, and already knowning.. That I DON'T CHANGE, for anyone.. Under any circumstance. Walking that walk.. To the drum-beat, that I create. EACH ..and every.. STEP!

[[- Swinging hands. -]]

((- 'The Nature Boy' Ric Flair -))
Though, miraculous enough.. Its become "Get here, Any Which Way.. You Can!" These days. That's quite depressing! Because long gone.. Is that DRIVE! That forges real men. Aside, from the wanna-be players, trying to be men.. Today!

[[- Sliding hands through hair. -]]

((- 'The Nature Boy' Ric Flair -))
The weak.. Emulating the strong, has reached its last fad! That's now.. The taboo thing, to avoid. And me.. [ Pointing to self ] Squaring-off against you.. Will restore the balance, that should never have been faded.. In the first place.

[[- Smiles. -]]

((- 'The Nature Boy' Ric Flair -))
And here's where.. We have adolescence. The moments, we come of age.. To what lays, in the future.. And beyond. Before our eyes! [ Pause ] Where a young boy grew.. To slowly rebel, his nut-job of a daddy.. Long drunken with a power lust, to do.. Anything his meager heart so desired. Isn't that accurate, Shane? That.. THIS was the point, you had that fire.. To claim, your own throne. [ Smirks ] Though, seeing.. As you are now. I guess, you're still on the 'Training Wheel' phase. As, what kind of rebel... Still has to get by, on daddy's moolah. That you so claim, to despise.. What Vincent Kennedy McMahon has done to earn it! [ Touching forehead ] Oh, but maybe.. I'm mistaken. In that.. You've never hated the money, just the jackass of a father, that earned it! And set some, down in a trust-fund for you. Though, knowing.. Vince and how neglective he has been, to anything that didn't glitter for long.. Maybe Linda did the actual saving, for your trust. Still, with Vince's earnings though. [ Pause ] Nonetheless.. Here You Are. SHANE O' MAC. 'Mac-Daddy'.. 'Young Simba'.. Roaring as, that fierce jungle cat, you are! Ripping through society.. Being the rebel, that you've pictured it.. SO, so many a time.. from watching old-school James Dean movies. Trying, to copy.. Yours, Truly. And going about it... With all that great content, you've had to examine.. By, doing what!??! Breaking those trend barriers, in all of Greenwich, Connecticut.. Doing the most dangerous of all.

[[- Opening the manilla folder, flipping across.. Scanning the outlined notes. -]]

((- 'The Nature Boy' Ric Flair -))
Sneaking about bedding apparel stores.. And ripping the tags off of mattressess.. You're not suppose to rip! [ Raising hands, as if to applaud ] How brazen, Shane. Truly, an act of defiance. Earning you.. the hall of fame, never to be rivaled.. within that tight-knit group of croonies.. Earning you, what's it called? Street Cred. With your Mean Street Posse, of Rodney, Pete Gas.. That, fat guy.. Who, never made it, past talking that great Shane O' hype.. About how bad you were. That.. Willie Green. And last, but not least.. Joey Abs. Your little sister's first crush.

[[- Stopping. -]]

((- 'The Nature Boy' Ric Flair -))
Truly, I'm amazed.. At how far, you've progressed Shane. And to top it.. You've won the hand.. Of Marissa Mazzola. Now, making her.. Marissa Mazzola-McMahon. [ Setting hand to the folder ] Is there, no limit to your talents? Besides the fact.. That you've never, paved your own way.

[[- Closing folder. -]]

((- 'The Nature Boy' Ric Flair -))
And that's.. Where we have adulthood! Unchartered territory.. To be filled, upon.. Completion of our match. Shane. [ Pause ] This battle.. Sure enough, since it was signed.. Had you at a loss! But, how you go about losing.. Determines it all!! Because, past surviving that house of pain.. I bring yah! [ Tosssing a knife-edged chop ] Chopping and slapping ya' around. Breaking ya' from every which direction.. down to the little man, that you are. Then.. Taking my pick of which leg.. To wear and tear upon. 'Til you can hardly skip about, writhing in pain.. at every step. Just, ready bait.. Lying and waiting, for.. Ric Flair to finish off. To which, I drop that leg, with a knee breaker. Drop a high-jumping, rolling knee.. across your forehead.. For good measure. Then stand above.. Looking to all the crowd, weakened leg in hand.. Right before.. I SLAP-ON.. THAT FIGURE FOUR! Then cinch it in!! Then, will be your defining moment, Shane McMahon.. To either Tap, just as quick.. As you're locked in. FIGHT.. 'Til you can take no more.. And finally tap out. Or, going to extremes.. Of hanging to the very last point.. Which your mind and body.. CAN NO LONGER take such pain.. Leading you, to pass out, on the mat. Leaving the call, to the referee.. To count your shoulders down. For the 3-Count. Or call the match, due to you.. being unconscious.. In my favor!

[[- Tossing the folder, to his desk.. As the view pans, to Ric Flair at the front, while to his rear. Stand.. Ms. Hancock. Now with, Lenny Lane and Lodi. 'Standards & Practices'. -]]

((- 'The Nature Boy' Ric Flair -))
In case.. I still need to spell, it out for you.. Shane. [ Pointing to self ] I.. SET THE.. STANDARDS. TO WHICH.. THE.. PRACTICES, go by! And, if you've still got it.. to heart, that you own this match... Then, you've got it bad! [ Pause ] What's 'it'? NO CHANCE IN HELL... THAT'S WHAT YOU'VE GOT! Boy Wonder. Because you're not.. RIC FAIR! You're not.... Tha'..

((- 'The Nature Boy' Ric Flair -))
[ Flipping hands through hair ] WHOOOOOOOOOOO!

[[- Scene fades. The End! -]]