Scene opens to a board room. The walls are lined with expensive paintings. None of which are anything exciting. There are huge glass windows on the left side of the room, opposite the door. They look out over the city. From the vantage point of the 40th story you can see much of the city. The people on the gronud are not even noticeable. They are smaller even than individual grains of sand on a beach. In the middle of the room is a very long banquet table. It is made of mahogany. It has been polished and cleaned so well that you could use it as a mirror. It reflects the halogen lights as if they were sunlight. 20 chairs run up and down each side of the long ends of the table. Each chair is made of leather, with a high back. There is enough space between the chairs to allow easy movement in and out. At one end of the table is a chair that is quite a bit larger than the ones lineing the sides. This chair looks to be made more for luxury and comfort than for merley sitting. It is covered in red satin and stuffed with goose downe and duck feathers. At the end of tha table opposite the red satin chair is a wall with a large painting on it. The man in the painting appears to be wealthy and distinguished. He looks off into the distance as trying to see into the future. His greay hair and worn face tell the story of his age. Beneath the painting is a small, gold plaque that reads: James Weston 1901-1995.

The doors of the borad room are burst in, as if a huge force just kicked them. Shane stands there in the pose of a superhero. As if trying to add some drama to the dull, empty life of the board room. Once he notices that nobody is there to see him, save the camera, he futily gives up the superhero stance. He saunters into the room and glances around. He begins to walk around the long banquet table.

Shane: The new battleground. Less wars are being fought on the field and more are being fought here. In THIS. The world is filled with more diplomacy and barganing than ever before. One company buying out another, 2 enterprises merging. Wars like Vietnam don't take place in today's world. In today's world it's all about talking things out and finding reasonable ground for all parties to stand upon. It's funny how things change. The world went from physical death to strategic death in less than 100 years. Either way though it still ends somehow.

Shane has already made one lap around the big table. He continues on for a second.

Shane: Ya know Oblivion. You're right. I am narrow minded. I'm not heeding the words you say, and I have listened to very little that has escaped from your mouth. Why? With the position I'm in you have to be narrow minded. People are always trying to topple me. Trying to push me out of the top spot and steal what should rightfully mine. I have learnded to ignore them. They all want to come after me and steal a piece of my glory and fame for themselves. You are no different. You say you are, but you aren't. Someone not looking for fame wouldn't purposley go out of their way to verbally attack me. From what I have seen, recently, you should be more concerned with the Upper Echelon and the fact that your partner seems to be MIA.

Shane completes the second lap around the table. He stops before he starts a third. He moves to the window and look down. Down to the speck of a sidewalk and the invisible people that scurry about it.

Shane: Those people. Small and insignificant. Much like you Oblivion. Currently I see no bigger threat from you than I do from Ragin' Bull, Krust, or...

A small laugh escapes Shane's mouth.

Shane:...Brandon Sinclair. The moment I feel you becoming a problem for me THEN I will take notice. But until then you are little more than a nuisance. I will justify something for your though. You want to know why I have integrated myself into eXXtreme when I have accomplished so much on my own? eXXtreme opened new doors to me. Doors that were previously inaccessable to me while working alone. Maybe I should ask the same of you? Why is it you and Berserker became partners? Is it because you felt that YOU needed security? That Oblivion, the most violent man in the ICWA, was afraid to declair war on the CWF by himself. Think about it Oblivion. There's no need to come up with a quick answer. I'm not going to listen anyway.

Shane pushes open one of the large windows. He leans out a little ways, trying to get a better look at the tiny street below him.

Shane: Bald Barber, Maniac Cop, DeZ, Injee Amusa. I think I know why the 4 of you attacked me. You wanted to remind the people of the world that you still exist. You wanted to try and show them that time hasn't deteriorated your bodies to the point that you need fat injected into pockets in your arms to make it look like you've still got muscles. I don't know why you'd attack Talisen though. Last I heard he was a friend of yours. But hey, the more guys you assault and attack the more sympathy ME and the ICWA get. We've already got Miller, who's to say there aren't already a few more turncoats in your ranks.

Shane leans in from the window and pulls it shut. He makes his way over to the large, satin chair at the end of the table. He shoves it out fomr the table with his foot and drops down into it. He then raises his legs up and rests them on the large table.

Shane: "Lost Souls". Heh. Suits you. After all none of you have any direction that I can see, other than reminising about the "Good Old Days" and poping your Geritol. Wait, hold on, I think that might be going a little too far. Several of you guys are responsible for shaping the CWF into what it is today. For that I thank you. I thank you for eroding everything in the CWF and allowing the ICWA to roll in and takeover.

Shane streaches his arms back and rests them behind his head.

Shane: DeZ, it appears I face you in your "Welcome Back" match. You're going to attempt to take the Stable title away from ME. I'm going to let you in on a little secret. The Cleveland Express likes this title where it is, so I wouldn't be getting your hopes up. You should be happy DeZ, in your first match back you get to take on the greatest athelte in the ICWA. Think of it as a testament to how much things have changed since you've been gone.

The camera moves around the large conference table once, all the time trained on Jackson. Then it moves out the door, still focused on Shane. It reaches the end of the hall. An elevator can be heard moving along it's cables. There is a distinct ding, indicating that an elevator has arrived on the floor. The whirr of a motor is audible as the doors glide open. The camera moves into the elevator, loosing site of Shane. As the doors slide closed the scene goes black.