As the fans sit patiently waiting for the commentating team of Curly and Moe to enter and take their places a familiar tune of music begins playing over the sound system. It's "2001 Space Odessey". Only a handfull of the fans become excited, they are expecting Aristotle Wilde to appear since this was his last known theme. To their surprise it's someone much bigger.

From behind the curtain steps "Natural Wonder" Shane Jackson. At least it kind of looks like him. His hair is different, he's wearing a brilliant white/blonde colored wig. He's not wearing his usual tights, or sunglasses. He's adorned in a huge, peacock blue, sequined robe. It shimmers as he steps out onto the rampway. Over his left shoulder hangs the CWO World Title."2001 Space Odessey" continues to sound his enterance as he walks down the ramp. When he reaches the bottom he stops and extends his. The robe almost appears to be a giant set of rhinestone wings under his arms. On the back of the robe, in brilliant red sequins, is the name "Nature Boy".

Up until this point the fans were unsure of what was taking place. They expected Aristotle but got someone that looks similar to CWO World Champion Shane Jackson.

Shane lowers his arms and ascends the ring stairs. He steps through the ropes and moves to the center of the ring. A ring worker slides a microphone to him. Shane carefully picks it up being sure not to drop the World Title.

Shane: Woo! The "Nature Boy" Shane Jackson is standin' here in the GREAT state of Florida with the loudest fans on earth.

The second Shane confirms it's really him the fans explode with a huge pop.

Shane: Since I won this CWO World Title I've had countless superstars and fans come up to me and ask the same question. They all ask, "Naitch' how do you do it? How are you able to be consistently the best in the buisness?". You know what I told them? I said I'm able to be the best by stayin' true to myself. I don't steal other people's lines, I don't steal other people's ideas, and I don't infringe on other people's gimmick's. Woo!

Another explosion of cheers from the crowd.

Shane: Yeah that's right. The "Nature Boy" has been stylin' and profilin' his way to the top of the wrestling buisness. There's been times that I've had to be the dirtiest player in the game to get where I am and you know, it was all worth it. It was all worth it to be able to stand here in front of all these fans and know that my work is appreciated.

The fans put the exclimation point on his sentence with a "woo" of their own. Shane cracks a smile, an indication that he's truly pleased with how much his fans love him.

Shane: Next Monday I've been booked in a match against another fan favorite, John "Hogan" Miller. I know Mill-ster from back in the old ICWA days when wrestling was real. Miller's criss crossed this world from one end to the other and fought every opponent that's been offered to him. Along the way he's picked up countless Miller-aholics and Mill-a-maniacs. He's done it all, seen it all and been it all. Woo! And on Monday were going to see if he can do it all 'cause the Mill-ster is gonna have to walk the isle with me. He's going to have to go toe to toe with the 16, count 'em, 16 time world champion. Woo!

Shane, with the title over his shoulder and mic in hand, runs against the ropes, bounces back and starts strutting. All around the arena the fans are going nuts. Shane struts back to the middle of the ring.

Shane: Miller's going to get in the ring with the limousine rindin', jet flyin', kiss stealin', wheelin', dealin', son of a what the hell am I doing?

Shane's come to the quick realisation that what he's doing is just a cheap rip-off of John Miller's current gimmick. He slowly reaches up and pulls off his Ric Flair wig and drops it to the mat.

Shane: I'm sorry fans. I really don't know what came over me. This is just a cheap excuse for a promo. Actually I've got a better idea.

He takes the World Title off his shoulder and lays it on the mat. He undoes his Ric Flair robe and tosses it aside. Under the robe he's wearing a pair of knee length grey skater's shorts, but no shirt. He reaches down and unties his imitation Ric Flair boots, pulls them off and drops them to the mat. He picks up his CWO Title again.

Shane: If you'll excuse me I'm sorry I subjected you all to this ring promo. A bad ring promo at that.

Shane switches off the microphone and tosses it to the mat with the Ric Flair attire. He climbs out of the ring and starts ascending the ramp. No "2001 Space Odessey" plays. Shane exits the ring area quietly.

Fade out.

Fade in to an arcade located somewhere in Florida. Flashing lights and loud noises have the same effect in this small arcade that they have in Las Vegas. Instead of pumping quarters into slot machines though people are pumping quarters into arcade machinse. Each player is hoping to be the next one to get their name at the top of the "Best Players" list.

Along with the standard acrade machines are a number of pinball machines. Children and teens are lined up in long rows trying to be the next to get a turn at playing. People cheer as players step up and take their tuns at playing pinball versions of Dr. Who and Terminator.

Suddenly a voice cuts through all the cheering and yelling that's filling the arcade.

You kids want to play a real game then why don't you try your hand at what I'm selling.

Everybody in the arcade turns away from their machines to see where this voice is coming from. As they break their gaze from their machines they release the controlls, in seconds "Game Over" flashes across almost every game in the arcade.

Sitting near the back of the arcade is "Natural Wonder" Shane Jackson. He's sitting at a folding card table. He wears the same skaters shorts that he had on under his Ric Flair robe. On his feet are a pair of Adidas sport sandals. His hair is gelled up and a pair of CK sunglasses hang from the collar of a black T-shirt that has "Shane 1:25" printed across it.

Shane: Those video machines are nothing. You press a few button, drop in a hand full of quarters and you all of a sudden think your the greatest this since the wheel. Why don't you play a real game? How about playing my game?

On the table in front of Shane is a pile of blank paper.

Shane: Who's willing to step up and challenge me?

A young kid, probably about 10 years old, steps up to Shane's card table. The kid's dressed in a grey T-shirt with some sort of purple Pokemon on it. He has matching shorts and a dirty pair of Nike basketball shoes on.

Kid: What's your game?

Shane: If you have to ask then you shouldn't be playing. You look like a nice kid though, so I'll tell ya. My game's Tic Tac Toe.

Shane's doing a decent job of pulling off the Clint Eastwood type image that he's seen in so many movies.

Shane: You want in or are you yellow?

The kid sits down in the chair across from Shane. A second later Shane drops a pencil in front of the kid. The kid quickly draws the game board and makes the first move. A few minutes later the kid is forced to leave the table in shame as Shane quickly gets a line.

Shane: Who's next? Who else wants to try their hand a beating the North American Tic Tac Toe champion? Huh, anyone? Yeah that's what I though. This isn't your pansy pinball game, this is a real man's game. Tic Tac Toe is where champions are made. That's something John Miller needs to realise if he ever want to beat me for my CWO World Title. You can be the greatest pinball player in the universe but you won't last 10 seconds with any half decent Tic Tac Toe player.

Another person steps up to Shane's card table. This person looks to be in his early 20's. He's wearing a pair of Nike shoes, white jeans and a plain white T-shirt.

Shane: Are you sure you want to challenge me kid? You know your only going to loose.

The guy takes a few minutes to think about Shane's words before he decides it's not worth the embarassment and walks away.

Shane: There's someone else I need to mention, other than Miller. Travis Smith, I know you think you've got me. You turned my own sister against me. I've spent my whole life looking out for her. When we were kids I was always there to pick her up when she fell down. I was there to bandage up her scraped knees and scare away spiders. When she went on her first date I was there to take the guy aside and let him know that he better treat her right. I was there to deal with her date and drive her home when that same guy, 6 months later, beat her up because she said something he didn't agree with. There's two halves to my life. There's the "Natural Wonder" Shane Jackson, the larger than life wrestler who puts on a good show for the fans and then there's the plain Shane Jackson who's there for his family and sister. You want to walk all over my life Travis. You want to mess with my sister's head and turn her against me. Fine! Then it looks like things are going to be settled the way all problems are first settled in life, on the schoolyard. That's right Smith you've got the Schoolyard Brawl you wanted. We're going to find out who rules the school.

A 75 year old man steps from the crowd in the arcade.

Man: I heard ya were runnin' a tic tac toe game.

The man has red hair and talks with a heavy irish accent. He's dressed in a green vest with a white dress shirt underneath. His green wool pants and brown loafers only add to his irish image.

Man: My name's Sheamus O'Toole. I learned the game back in the old country when me and me friend Timmy O'Toole, no realtion, used to tend sheep. We'd spend hours passin' the time with Toe, as we called it. I never had the honor of facing the irish Toe champion, but if you'd grant me a seat I'd be glad to test my skill against you.

Shane nods slowly, without taking his eyes off the old man. Sheamus takes his seat across from Shane. Sheamus picks up the pencil and draws the board. After a few intense moments the game is declared a draw.

Shane: Wow, that was...

Sheamus: You played well sonny Jim. I'll be glad to walk away from this game in a draw after playing such a great man as yourself. I wish you luck in the future. Before I leave though may I ask you a question?

Shane: Sure.

Sheamus: Will you be entering the International Toe Championship Tournament in Singapore?

Shane: Yes, I will. Actually when my wrestling federation holds it's next show in New York my sponsor will officially announce my entry into the tournament.

Sheamus: Who's sponsoring you?

Shane: The National Network. They have a great appreciation for organised games such at Tic Tac Toe.

Sheamus: Well sir, I wish you great luck in Singapore.

The old man gets out of his chair, shakes Shane's hand and then makes his way out of the arcade.

Shane: After such a hard fought match against that man I think it's time for me to take a rest.

Shane stands up and streatches. He steps away from the card table and walks over to a nearby coke machine. He pops in a couple of quarters and presses a button. A vanilla Coke drops out of the machine. Shane picks it up and pops it open. Before he takes a drink he stops for a moment. With his free hand he points to the "Shane 1:25" on his shirt.

Shane: I almost forgot. This is for you Miller.

A smile inches across Shane's face.

Shane: Shane 1:25 says "Pinball's Crap".

Shane raises his vanilla Coke and toasts to the camera before slamming it back. Slowly the picture starts fading to black.