Past, Present and Future. It's one of the few things in life that can be counted on. Everyone has a past, everyone has a future and what you do now is the present.

A winter wonderland. A local park in Cleveland Ohio has been changed into a winter fair. Children are running around screaming and playing. A number of snowmen have been built and iced down so they can last for a few weeks. A giant snow slide has been built on one side of the winter park. Children climb up and go shooting down it at lighting speeds, only to quickly turn around and get right back inline to do it all over again. Parents wander through the snowy park eating cotton candy or swallowing Maple Snow from a cup. Newspaper photographers snap pictures left and right, hoping to capture some solid action shots for the front of the "Life" section of the local newspaper.

Shane Jackson stands just off to the edge of the snow slide. Children shoot down the slide, and blur past him as they rush back to the stairs to climb up the slide again. Shane's hands are buried deep in the pockets of his coat. He still carries the Polaroid photo he picked up from Tulsa Oklahoma, it's still unlooked at.

Shane: Didn't care for my little thing in the graveyard, did you Paul. Why was that? You said very little about it. Was it because I touched on something you don't want to face, or are you just pretending the things I brought to light are nothing but shadows of what "might" happen? You didn't acknowledge anything I said and that makes me wonder...why?

Quickly the line of kids for the slide has grown. Shane takes the opportunity to move several steps to the side, to allow room for the line to grow.

Shane: It's your choice to answer that or now, wether you do or not, it makes no difference to me. I want to address something that you've been pointing out for a little while now Paul. You're always talking about my time being past, about me being to old to stay in this business. Basically you see me as a "Brokedown Legend", right. You see me as being here only because I have some pull backstage and with management, that I was able to call a few friends and remind them of 'old times' and suddenly, BANG!, I'm back on TV.

At this point you suddenly feel like you are no longer just watching this promo take place on a Television set. Something inside you begins to feel like you are actually there. Like you are standing just off to the side, watching Shane, watching the children playing, seeing the couples walking. You can feel the chill in the air, and the cold breath in your lungs as you inhale. As you stand there watching you blink and in that instant, the split second your eyelids were closed something changed. It's no longer the "Natural Wonder" Shane Jackson you're used to seeing, that's standing before you. He still bears the same resembelance but he's older, much older. He looks to be nearly 60 years old. His once black hair now looks like it's been dipped in a wash of grey. His face shows it's age, with lines crossing his cheeks and around him mouth.

Shane: I'm no longer the "Natural Wonder" I'm the "Brokedown Legend" Shane Jackson. My left shin is being held together by 10 metal pins. It pains me to move because both my knees have lost the majority of their cartiledge. I should never have stepped back into the ring all those years back. Paul Sterling was right, my time was past, I just never realised it. I was never fighting my opponents I was fighting myself. I was trying to recapture the glory I had in the few years before. I wanted to prove I could still hold a Championship belt. I thought I could do it. As much as Sterling kept telling me I should walk away, I never listened. I kept at it. It wasn't until I injured someone in the ring that I understood that I was too old, that I was too sloppy and my quality had deteriorated.

You blink again, and another form of Shane Jackson appears before you. He's younger, much younger than you can remember. He looks like he did way back when he won his first ICWA World Title. His you is evident. His hair is dark, his face is clean, no lines, no sign of age. He has the great energy of youth all about him. He's the kid again. He's the guy that turned a cardboard cut out of Drew into the Taco Bell dog. He's the kid that stunned the world by coming into a federation, nobody knowing his name or anthing about him, and in his first match he wins the ICWA Intercontinental Title, from a long time veteran. He's the guy who hounded everyone that crossed his path, and made a joke of the world. He's the man who was the first outisder from a rival federation to walk into a CWF event and win a CWF title, the Stable Title, and take it back to HIS federation, the ICWA.

Shane: I'm AM the GREATEST. Jeckel fell under my feet. He was crushed by the Cleveland Express. I am, without the slightest doubt, the most accomplished wrestler in CWF and ICWA history. I've got the skills and the drive, I've got the stamina and determination to be what nobody else has the ability to be. I will be above the level of "The Smack Daddy", Diablo can't measure to me, Joe O'Brien's name will fall in MY shadow, Brandon Sinclair and his empire will crumble in my wake, I will make Klaus Steinman another brick on my Pathway to the Stars. You can't stop me, you can't slow me down. I know what I'm doing and where I'm going. Do you know where you're going? Or perhaps the real question is what are you going to do as you stare into blinding lights of the Cleveland Express? Will you stand on the tracks and become wreckage under the wheels, or will you jump clear to save you self for someone you can handle?

Again you blink and again Shane changes, he's back to the Shane you know. The Shane you're used to. He's the Former Pro Champion again, the man who's facing Paul Sterling at The Finale.

Shane: I'm all three of these incarnations at the same time. I'm always going to be the "Natural Wonder", I'll eventually be the "Brokedown Legend", but right now...right now I'm just Shane Jackson. Give me another empty gift Paul. I want to see what you'll come up with this time. Hold a press conference and proclaim you're the definitave Pro Champion in the CWF and that nobody can measure to you. Be the Paul Sterling everyone knows you to be. Takea few minutes and help Matt Thornhill find a new sponsor, get Phag to push the envlope of what a wrestler is, make another Pepsi commercial and sell all the Gucci hat's you can on ebay. Tell me I have no business sense and that I'm a scrap from a dead past. I want to hear it again Paul. Repeat to me that the world owes me nothing, reapeat it again and again, maybe it'll sink in this time and I'll actually step out of the ring and walk away.

You blink and it's back to the "Brokedown Legend" Shane Jackson again.

Shane: I just wanted to touch the gold one more time. I wanted to feel it's cool face against my skin. I wanted to notch the leather around my waist and hear the fans cheer me on. The pain I feel now is almost worth the trouble of a cheap rebirth in the ring.

*Blink* "Nautral Wonder" Shane Jackson stands before you for a second time.

Shane: I've got the ego of a champion, I've got the look of a superstar. I AM everything Hollywood wants to be. I'm the ICWA, the CWF, and the image that every person on earth is compared to. Coca-Cola pay me to be in their commercials, fans scream my name when I enter the arena, I've got the longest line as autograph signings. I'm the younger generation, the guy that others can't keep up with. Other may stand taller than me, but nobody can compare to what I can accomplish inside a wrestling ring. Four posts and three ropes, that's all I need to create a show and tell a story that will leave you in awe.

You're forced to blink. You don't want to but your eyes are starting to water as they begin to dry out. "Natural Wonder" Shane Jackson holds you in his words and makes you believe that what ever he says he can back up. As your eyes pop back over it's the normal Shane Jackson before you once again.

Shane: I'm the old and the new, the person who knows his past and is defining his future. What you see here today is only a single possibility of where my life could go. The outcome of our Christmas Death Match will determine the path I'll start on. My past is cemented in stone, and I really wouldn't change it for the world. Right now is being written by each second I breath. The Finale will mark an important point in my life Paul and, I think, it's also going to create a mile marker in yours. I hope you know where you're going after the Pay Per View, becasue I do. There's two paths for me and our match will determine which one I'll begin walking.

You blink, and to your amazement Shane, all hist forms, are gone. In the spot where he stood is only a single set of foot prints, they don't lead away from the winter fair, they just disappear, a sudden stop.

Children still shoot down the slide and then charge back up to the top. Parents still stroll through the park eating their cotton candy and Maple Snow. Oddly, though, with Shane now gone from the scene you no longer feel like you're part of it, you come to the understanding that you're only staring at a television set and that Shane Jackson is no loner part of the image. You reach out and flick the TV off, your interest in it is now gone.