Scene opens to the dirt street of an unnamed Mexican city. All the building are made of clay and mortar, suggesting that it it's one of the richer or more industrialized parts of the country.

The street has no paving or covering at all. There are no lines indicating driving lanes, no signs or stop lights, and sidewalks. The street is left to it's own evolution. If, somehow, it is able to pave it's self then the people of the city would just continue on as if it were still dirt. If there suddenly became a sidewalk or stop lights the people, still, would not care. The people of this city, and many others like it, have more important things to do. They have to work long hours for little pay. Their jobs provide no benefits or bonuses. The few dollars they make goes toward the flour that is needed to make the tortillas that feed their families.

Thes people, the people of Mexico are trapped. They don't have enough money to leave the country, and their families are too dependent on them for them to die. These people know little joy and happiness. Each time they have been told that things would get better they didn't, infact, they got worse. They were told Free Trade would strengthen their country and economy. That it would provide good jobs for many people. Yes, it does provide many jobs, but not like what they were promised. When it's time for elections they see leaders who tell them they will clean up the cities and town, that they will make Mexico as glorious as it was with the Mayans and the Incas. When said leader is put in office either he backs down from his promises or is killed because he tried to keep them.

The sad thing is much can be done to help them. Mexico could easily be brought out of it's economic downward spiral. The countries that have the power to help don't.

The picture of the street begins to move. It slowly starts rotating to the right, until "Natural Wonder" Shane Jackson comes into view. He has on a short sleeve, bright blue Hawaiian shirt with pictures of surfboards all over it, his khaki shorts come to his knees and on his feet are a pair of Adidas sport sandals.

Shane: Look at this. Inside a week I have gone from the cool, tree filled lands of Canada to the hot, desert land of Mexico. It really opens your eyes to how different the world can be.

Over Shane's shoulder the street can still be seen.

Shane steps out of the way so the camera can get another full view of the street and homes.

Diresctly behind where shane was standing is a bar. It has tables out front indicating that it is a very inviting place. There are three tables all with four chairs around them. All are made of wood. Two of the tables are completely unoccupied. Last one, the one in the middle has two men sitting at it. As the camera focuses on them they turn out to be "Suffering" Joe O'Brien and MaXx Graves. The two are sitting a the table facing each other. In between them, on the table, are two glasses both have a yellowish liquid in them, it has bubbles. There are also two pitchers. One is totally empty and the other is half full of the same yellow liquid as in the glasses. Suddenly for no reason Joe and MaXx break out into uncontrollable laughter. They wobble a bit in their chairs as they try to sit upright.

They are drunk.

Joe picks up his glass and downs its contents in one drink, MaXx quickly follows. Then Joe reaches out, grabs the pitcher and pours another glass, as does MaXx. The camera continues to focus on them until the finish what's left in the second pitcher. The second it's done a waitress comes up and sets down another pitcher of beer. The minute the pitcher hits the table Joe and MaXx refresh their glasses.

The shot pulls out to reveal Minoru Fujita standing in the street.

It appears that since the ICWA is on a temporary vacation the members of eXXtreme have flown down to Mexico with their stablemate Shane as he prepares to fight another match against the CWF.

Minoru stands in the dirt street with an expression of confusion on his face. Over the last few weeks and months he has been steadily picking up the english language, but right now all of it is meaningless. As Minoru stands in the street the peasents of the city bustle around him, many of them stop and take along look at him. Normally they wouldn't stop to look at a tourist, since most of the tourists are American or Canadian, Minoru isn't though. They rarely see someone from Japan in their borders.

Shane moves back into the view of the camera.

Shane: It seems I am climbing the ranks of the CWF faster than I did the ICWA. Already they are giving me a shot at the big prize, the World Title. Now I'm sure nobody wants someone from the ICWA holding the CWF World Belt.

Shane shakes his head in a mocking manner.

Shane: That would truly be a shame.

In the background Joe and MaXx start laughing for no reason, other than the fact they are drunk.

Shane: The only problem with me getting the World Title is Klaus Steinman. An amazing man to say the least. He has dominated the CWF, much the same way I have in the ICWA. He has pushed his opponents to the limits and then stepped over the thresh hold of their defeat, much like me. He is continually building his legacy each and every day, again, like me. Unlike me though Klaus has some mental issues, one reason why so many fear him. I'd be lieing if I said I'm not just a little bit uneasy getting into the ring with someone like him. But just because he's mentally unstable doesn't mean he is unstopable.

Over Shane's shoulder Minoru can be seen standing in the street posing for pictures with some of the locals. They are so enthralled by him that they want pictures to show their families.

Shane: I hear about Klaus a lot. People in the lockerooms amazed by what he does and what he says. They're always talking about how Klaus saved Doll, how Klaus helped Jesse, how Klaus stabbed himself, how Klaus pinned Smack, how Klaus parted the DAMNED RED SEA AND SAVED THE ISRAELITES. It's like he gone and brainwashed the whole country. So I've come to a conclusion. Instead of ME, verbally trying to assault Klaus, I'm gonig to take a page from his book and have someone else do it for me. Making it look like I've got a portion of the world under MY control too.

The scene begins to fade out, as everything is slowly fading it suddenly switches to another view of the street. It's indicating the cameraman is obviously an amature at his job.

The street is empty. The clay and mortar houses look the same except the now have long shadows extending from them meaning it's later in the day. Suddenly a middle-aged Mexican man walks into view. His hair is speckeled with gray. He has on a dirty, white long sleeved shirt that is rolled up to the elbows. His waist can't be seen.

As he begins to speak his voice is not dubbed over, it is his own. He is speaking english although he has a prominent Mexican accent.

Man: Every city has classus. The rich an-d the poor. Et es this that sep..er..ate..s us from each oth-er.

The man keeps looking down at his hands, which are below the camera's view.

Man: Diff-rent so..cieties view each ohther s classus as a form of deescrimin-ation and...

The man looks down at his hands. A puzzeled look crosses his face. It appears as if he is trying to sound out some word. After a few seconds he holds a piece of paper up into the camera's view. He points to a word on the paper.

Man: Mr. Shane what es dees.?

Shane's voice can be heard from off camera.

Shane: Damnit! Pablo. You said you knew english.

Pablo: A little.

Shane: Then why did you say you could speak it well?

Pablo: You said you pay me. I stil get de money?

Shane walks into the camera's view. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out $5 and hands it to Pablo.

Pablo: Thank you Mr. Shane. I will now feed my family good.

A look of anger crosses Shane's face. He grabs the piece of paper away from Pablo

Shane: Take your $5 and get out of here!

Pablo quickly turns and runs off down one of the nearby streets.

Shane looks and the camera and shakes his head in disgust. He motions for the camera man to start fading out. As Shane stands waiting Joe and MaXx stumble into the picture. They wobble over to the table they were at earlier and sit down. Then waitress comes back into the picture and sets down two big bottles of Tequila in front of Joe and MaXx. The two start downing the Tequila as the camera clumsily starts fading out.

The camera fades back in. This time it is to a view of the outer wall of one of the houses.

Leaning against the wall is a woman. She looks as if she's American, not Mexican. Her brown hair is a mess, as if she hasn't brushed or washed it for months. She has a lot of make-up on, her eyeshadow is especially heavy. The visible part of her upperbody shows that she is wearing a hot pink tube top.

Again she speaks in her own voice. She has no distinct or prominent accent to indicate where it is she is from.

Lady: Everyone has problems. Some people have more than others. Wether physical or mental, visible or not, we all have a few. Many won't openly admit what theirs are, other's will and still others don't have to admit it because you can just look at them and tell.

Suddenly the woman breaks her composure. She looks off camera and begins talking.

Lady: Is this all I really have to do to get the money?

Shane's voice answer from off camera.

Shane: Yes. We already discussed this. Now just continue on.

The woman turns back to the camera.

Lady: The most debilitating problems are the mental, not the physical. Mental problems can leave you empty, alone, afraid, compulsive, or any one of a number of other possible defects.

The lady, again, turns and looks off camera.

Lady: You mean it. I just have to say this stuff you told me to.

Shane: Yes!

Lady: You don't want no blowjob or nothin'?

Shane: No!

Lady: What about you little asian buddy? You sure he wouldn't like to give me a poke?

She points off camera. Obviously to Minoru.

Shane: NO!

Lady: What then? You into the roleplaying thing? Is that why you want me doin' this? 'Cause all you have to do is tell me. I've been told I make a very convincing French Maid.

She doen't give Shane a chance to try and tell her otherwise.

Lady: How about your other two pals over there?

She points to the table where Joe and MaXx are drinking.

Lady: I got a friend workin the strip just down the street, she loves doin' it with drunks, it's her forte.

Shane storms onto camera, hands her $50 and then pushes her off to the side, out of view.

Shane: Get out a here!

The shot fades out.

While the shot is still black a voice come on. It has an British accent to it.

Voice: God. The Holy Father. Jesus Christ. Mohammed the prophet. All symbols of strength and power. God, the most powerful state in the universe. Supposedly he can create worlds, and destroy them with the wave of a finger. He can turn the plight of people into joy and happieness. The Holy Father, another name for God. Jesus, his son. The saviour of the earth. Killed by the people he was sent to help. Mohammed a prophet that supposedly spoke and saw the angel Gabriel. Proof of their existence is limited. The only real proof that any type of these religious figure ever existed is the Shroud of Turids, the cloth used to cover Jesus when they seald him in the cave after his crucifixion. Even that is in question.

Suddenly the picture jumps from black to a desk piled high with books and papers. The amature cameraman had the sound going but for got to set the picture.

Sitting a the desk is a British professor. He is in his mid 60's. He has thinning grey hair and a very worn face. He is wearing a tweed jacket with a white shirt under it.

There is a window just off to his left. Through the window can be seen the roofs of some of the clay and mortar houses, indicating that the scene is still in Mexico.

Professor: People that refer to themselves as god, wether they still do or not, are definatley trying to hide their own short comings from the world. They want people to see the most powerfull thing you can think of, not themselves. As a pshchologist, a scientist and a historian I have written several papers on the subject.

The man pulls holds up some papers that were sitting infront of him. He waves them at the camera. There is a large purple stain running through the papers. The professor hasn't yet noticed the stain.

Professor: These documents I hold were found in a remote area of Jersualem. They are proof that Jesus, Mohammed and the Disciples never existed.

The professor looks at the documents and finally notices the purple stain.

Professor: What the hell is this?

The professor looks closely at the stain. He runs his finger through it, then licks it.

Professor: How the hell did grape juice get onto these rare documents!?!

Off camera a slurping sound is heard. As if someone is trying to get the last drops of juice from a drinking box. The camera turns to show Minoru sitting in a large chair. In his hand he is holding a grape juice box. He is desperately trying to get the last bits left in the bottom of the box. He is so focused on the juice he doesn't notice the professors red face glaring at him.

Professor: Do you know what you have done!!?! You have just ruined one of the most important discoveries in the history of the world!!

Shane quickly runs over and drops a big wad of cash on the professors desk. He then grabs Minoru by the arm and and quickly pulls him out of the room. The camera man follows, only inches behind them, the camera is still on.

As they leave the room the sounds of crying can be heard from behind them. When the camera man turns to pull the door closed behind them he the camera catches a glimpse of the professor slumped over at his desk crying over his ruined discovery.

The scene fades out.

It fades back in with Shane standing in the same street from the beginning. Behind him Joe and MaXx are both passed out at their drinking table. Only a few feet away stands Minoru. He has another juice box.

Shane: Alright, this really didn't turn out the way I though it would. So I'm going to go back to MY way of doing things.

Shane reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out a pair of sunglasses.

Shane: Klaus. In the CWF you're big. In the ICWA I'm big. Seeing as how I'm being featured on CWF cards it was inevitable that we would meet. I know you're good, and I know you're dangerous. But, my friend, don't be surprised if the Cleveland Express ends up matching you shot...for...shot.

Shane slips the sunglasses over his eyes.

Shane: The line at the ticket booth has been cleared. You get your very own seat on the High Ride. Enjoy

A smile crosses Shane's face. The camera then jumps to Minoru sucking on his drinking box. It holds for a few seconds then jumps to Joe and MaXx asleep at their table. It holds on them for a few seconds then fades out.