Scene opens the inner roof of the Cleveland Brown's stadium. The massive steel rafters are covered in a very thick blanket of dust. The beams, which are more that wide enough to walk on, have seen very little visitors since they were erected many years ago. Occassionally, during some kind of sporting event, a child might accidentally let go of a balloon and it would float up to the ceiling, where it would push against the roof until the helium eventually leaked out and it would slowly make it's way back to the ground. Today, on this rare occasion there are people up in the rafters. They are readying the strings of fireworks, and steel suspension cables that are going to support the CWF banners and equiptment.

As the workers easily move along, weaving from rafter to rafter they leave clear footprints in the undisturbed dust that adorns the beams. One of the workers stops. Having very little fear of heights, he leans over the side of a beam and fastens a line for running fireworks down to the stage. As he leans over a quarter, resting in his shirt pocket, quickly escapes the confines os his pocket and begins it's fall to the arena floor. The worker doesn't notice it as it tumbles, over and over through the air.

It only takes a split second for the quarter to fall from the ceiling to the floor below. It lands with a ping on the cement floor, only inches from a blue saftey mat. A ring technician, who is taking a break, notices the quarter laying on the floor. He makes the short walk over and pick it up off the floor. He put it in his pocket before he walks over to Grimm and whispers something in his ear. Grimm nods in understanding as the worker aburptly turns and walks to the area of the floor designated for the CWF entrance ramp.

Grimm stands outside a ring, that has CWF printed on the skirt and canvas mat, his arms are crossed over his chest. As the ICWA's talent manager he is charged with making sure all the wrestlers, under contract to the promotion, are preforming at their very best, each night. He is intently watching what is transpiring in the ring. The stone demeanor of his face never changes.

Inside the ring is John Connors, Oblivion and Shane Jackson. Team ICWA. They are running through moves, combinations, and set up's, over and over and over for the last 21/2 hours. They know that each of them have to be able to read what the other two are planning. They have to be comfortable with everything that the other two are going to be doing. With a 4th, unknown man, in the mix they have to be able to cater to him, since he is unable to train with them and understand their individual styles.

Oblivion, enforcer. X-treme champion, and pervayer of pain. Going as far as trying to hammer nails into his opponents hands. He brings the, almost psychotic, element of Hardcore Violence to the team.

John Connoer, resilience. A high flyer in every respects. He's able to take the most extreme of beatings and still stand. He has never known when to quit. To the team he brings speed, high risk moves and the knowledge of Tag Team fighting.

Shane Jackson, strategy. What he says out side of the ring can be backed up inside it. Not to be underestimated. His mix of man different styles allows him to continually surprise his opponents as well as the fans. To this team he brings the ability to adapt.

Grimm motions to them. The three wrestlers stop their practicing. Grimm points to the, semi constructed, entrance ramp. He wants the Team to take a tour of the Stadium, so they can be comfortable in it's surroundings. Shane, Oblivion and John, all, climb out of the ring. As Grimm starts walking toward the ramp John and Oblivion follow. Shane stands outside the ring and watches them walk away. Oblivion turn and motions Shane to come with them. Shane raises his hand to decline. Oblivion turns and quickly follows John and Grimm.

Having lived the majority of his life in Cleveland, Shane had visited the Brown's arena on countless occasions. He knows the arena inside and out, almost down the the type of bolts used to secure the saftey railings around the fan seating. He feels comfortable here. He feels confident here.

Shane grabs a bottle of water from a nearby concession stand. He takes sips from it as he begins to climb the steps in the seating section marked Blue. He ascends up the stairs until he reaches seating row G. Then moves through the row until he comes to seat 15. He eases himself into the chair and leans back into it. He takes another drink of water.

Shane: This is where I sat the very first time my father ever brought me to this area. I was 3 years old. I knew from the moment I set foot in this place, that day, that I was going to become more than just a spectator in my life. I knew that one day I was going to be the one that people payed to see out there. That I would be the one that the fans cheered for. I knew I was going to be a her to the people of Cleveland. Pictures of me can be found adoring the hallways of this arena, along with other local celebrities such as Trent Reznor, Jesse Owens, Paul Newman, Drew Carey and Dean Martin, among others.

Shane takes a long drink of water. He sits foreward and leans on the back of the seat in front of him.

Shane: We have to face The Inquisition. The CWF's opposing force. They hold the Stable Titles that WE are going to take back to the ICWA with us. Everyone looks at us as underdogs. A federation of outcasts, trying to gain a piece of fame from a larger, more powerful corporation. In some way's its true. We don't get the same TV time the CWF does. We don't have the buying power to hire people with big names and even bigger ego's. We don't have a Roster as big as the CWF. What we do have is talent. The stars of the CWF have become lazy, they do a minimal ammount of work and collect their inflated paychecks. They let the talent they once had slip away because they're comfortable sitting in their leather streach limo's and high priced mansions. In the ICWA we work. Something the men in the CWF know little of. The talent of the ICWA has had to take hold of every opportunity the could, and hold on to it. That's how I made it to the top of the federation, that's how Oblivion got possession of the X-treme title, and that's how John Connors was able to walk away from his brother. Opportunities came to us that we capatalised on, opportunities that have made us what we are. When we step into that ring at "Hostile Takeover" we're going to be facing another opportunity. The opportunity to tell the most over hyped, under developed federation in history that they are no longer #1.

Shane takes another drink of water, then stans up out of the chair.

Shane: The ICWA has come calling.

Shane starts moving out of the isle. As he descends the stairs, back to the ring, John, Grimm and Oblivion return from their tour. Grimm takes a position outside the ring as he resumes his duties as Talent Manager. Inside the ring, Oblivion, John and Shane begin practising again.

The scene fades out.