Along with the few cars that sit on the lot all the ring trucks have been parked in the front lot. Usually these trucks are parked in the back of the building in the specially designed garages, but since they serve no purpose at the moment it was thought best to put the trucks in the empty front lot.

Each of the 18 wheeler's trailers has the CWF logo air brushed onto it. Faces of various CWF stars fill up the existing space around the logo. The back doors of the trailers have all the current list of champions brushed on them. Each time a title switches hands the name next to the corresponding title is changed to that of the new champ. At the time of it's closing the Unified Champion was "Natural Wonder" Shane Jackson. His name is still present next to the title's name on the back doors of the trailer.

At this point all the trailers are supposed to be locked and bolted. Of the 5 trucks that sit in the parking lot all but one is currently locked down. At first look that one trailer might have been the victim of vandals. Strangely though, no vandal would take the care in perserving any part of the trailer. If it was the work of a vandal then all the air brushing on the trailer would have been scribbled over with spray paint. It wasn't a vandal that opened the back of the trailer, far from it.

Shane Jackson stands in the back of the opened trailer. He's dressed in Doc Martin boots and surfer's shorts. He wears a white shirt with little Cleveland Indians logo's all over it, the shirt is open at the front. A pair of CK sunglasses cover his eyes.

Shane: I know that I'm not going to be the last person with something to say about the loss of the CWF. Everyone is going to have their opinion the give. It's time to hear mine.

The trailer has been emptied half-way. Shane stands at the middle mark of the trailer. Behind him there are various pieces of ring equipment and stage props.

Shane: The CWF was my second federation. It was the second federation I've been part of that's been destroyed by a single hand. The hand of The Smack Daddy. He crushed the ICWA with his iron grip. Now he's decimated the CWF with his tight fist. What's funny though is why? Why would he do that to the federation that spawned him? Spotlight. He wants it. He wants it all. He's afraid that others are going to steal it so he uses his influence and power to eliminate the competition. I know people were upset, even devistated, to see the CWF crumble at his will. He was once owner of the CWF and manager of it's talent. He walked away, he walked away and created the CWO. By creating the CWO you know what he's doing? He's lifting his leg and pissing on the memory of Oscar Fury. With the CWO he's desicrating the image of William Speare. With the CWO he's destroying everything that was accomplished by Jeckel. Smack has lost his mind.

Shane reaches up and pulls the sunglasses from over his eyes.

Shane: Do you want to know how Smack became so powerful? Do you want to know how he became what he is today? He did it through the CWF. He took Bob Decot's blood and he built himself a mansion. He stole Joe O'Brien's dream and with that money he bought himself a plane with 'Smack Daddy' all over it. He did that and he knows it, he knows it. With Diablo's abilities he made himself rich. Smack became great on other people's hard work. It's a reality he tries not to face.

Shane walks foreward to the edge of the trailer. As he steps to the edge the sun catches part of his face.

Shane: The CWF is a dying breed. What's left of it? There's Rueffio, Diablo, Mike Manson, Heinrich Himmler, Street Theory and myself. Travis Smith and John Miller sold their souls, I don't recognise them as CWF anymore. As the CWF breed dies the ICWA breed nears extinction. What's left of it? Only Mike Manson and me. Brandon can be counted among us but right now his career is in limbo with a neck injury.

Shane jumps down from the back of the trailer. As his feet hit the pavement the sun engulfs his body.

Shane: Smack owns my contract, there's nothing I can do about that. He can make me fight, there's nothing I can do about that. He can bury me at the bottom of the federation, there's nothing I can do about that but I can do something about the will of the CWO. Smack can't bend me to it and he's never going to break me. I'll oppose the CWO at every turn no matter what the consequences are to me.

The sun's rays light up Shane's body as if it was a star burst.

FTB

Fade in to the outside of the same trailer Shane was in earlier. Shane's dressed in the same clothes and the sunglases cover his eyes again. Behind Shane is the air brushed CWF logo and the faces of many of the CWF stars that appear on the side of the ring trailer. Next to Shane stands a plain brown table. It's one of those cheap particle board tables that are always destroyed in hardcore matches. Shane obviously took it from the back of the ring trailer.

On the table are 4 face down picture frames.

Shane: I face 4 men on Sunday. Travis Smith, Sebastian, Heinrich Himmler and Maverick. Truthfully I only have a history with one of these guys. Travis Smith. He and I have unfinished buisness, which I will get to. Sebastian and I have fought once, with him loosing. I've never encountered Himmler, eventhough we've spent many months together in the CWF. Lastly Maverick, a man I've heard much about but have never had the honor of fighting. These men are what I have to deal with here in the CWO. Like I said, Smack can force me to fight and there's nothing I can do about it. He knows that I've never been one to walk away. He knows that if he signs me to a match I'm going to show up and fight because of pride.

Shane casually moves behind the table he's set up.

Shane: I've got something to say to each of my 4 First Contact opponents. I hope they're all paying attention and have the resolution on their TV's set-up properly. It would be a shame for them to miss what I've got to show them.

Shane reaches down and picks up the first picture frame.

Shane: First I'm going to deal with Travis Smith.

Shane flips up the picture frame to reveal a picture of Travis Smith. At the bottom of the picture is a little caption.

Shane: You still have my family. You refuse to tell me what you've done to them and for that I will make you pay. You like teasing me with sick words about my sister. Your time will soon come Travis, when you have to face the judgement of your peers. I'll be there to bang the gavel and hand you your sentence. Screwing with my life and my head has only pushed me to a more ultimate goal. Watch your words and your steps very carefully. I'll give you fair warning, Sunday won't be my time for revenge. Just be aware that after First Contact I'll consider you fair game in every sense. Sick men, with sick minds make sick chalk outlines.

Shane takes a step to the left and picks up the next picture.

Shane: Next up is Sebastian.

Shane flips up the picture frame revealing another photo and caption.

Shane: I hope you can forgive me Sebastian. I know the last time I saw you I called you an Ogre and said that you were good at throwing rocks and scaring small children. In the months since you left the CWF it seems you've had extensive plastic surgery to help correct some of those facial features. It looks....well.....different. Oh but don't get me wrong different isn't a bad thing, infact it might be a good thing. Now that you have a new look maybe you can correct a few of those other problems you have. I bet there are self help groups somewhere in the world to get you out of the habit of dragging your knuckles. If you ask nicely I'll even help you find a surgeon that can do something about your uncontrollable drooling. I don't mean to be rude but it really gets hard to fight in a ring that's soaked with saliva. Given enough time though I think you, Sebastian, can become almost human enough to fit into one of those African Outback communities.

Shane takes another step to the left and stands behind the third frame. He reaches down and flips it up.

Shane: Number three is Maverick. A man I've only heard stories of. Now anybody that names himself for a successful television show and an even more successful movie has to be good. C'mon who wouldn't like to be mistaken for a young James Garner or a Mel Gibson. Alright actually this is pretty low of me to be making fun of his name, after all I could have easily gone the way of Travis Smith and ask him where Goose is, but I won't. Granted 'Top Gun' was an OK movie but I think that 'Maverick' is clearly the better picture. Top Gun had jets and explosions which is cool in it's own right but Maverick had gun fights, card playing and a steam boat. Actually I'm kind of curious. Maverick, which do you prefer? Top Gun or Maverick? I know you might be a little apprehensive to answer but don't worry I'm sure you have a lot to say and will do a good job representing what ever it is your better at, wether that's flying a plane or playing cards.

Shane takes a final step to the left, behind the last picture frame.

Shane: This leaves me with my final opponent. Heinrich Himmler.

Shane flashes his trademark smile, then reaches down and flips the last picture up.

Shane: What to say to a crazy German? Isn't that the universal question.

Shane walks around to the front of the table.

Shane: Just the fact that you come from Europe gives me reason enough not to trust you. Then there's the undeniable fact that you're obviously a spy sent to America to steal our wrestling secrets and take them back to Germany where you plan to create an organisation of "super wrestlers" that you'll use to corner the world's sports entertainment industry. Now I'm sure that by revealing this I've gone and destroyed many years of carefully laid plans by your government. Look on the bright side though now you can look foreward to years of hiding out in countries all over the world as you try to avoid international authorities. It may not make sense to you now but some day, when you've been deprogrammed, I'll explaine it to you.

Shane turns his back to the camera and takes a good look at the 4 pictures standing on the table. After a few moments he turns back around.

Shane: Sunday isn't that far off. As the time ticks down the anticipation of the fight rises.

Shane steps out of the way of the table. All four pictures are lined up, clear for everyone to see.

FTB