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Shane lucked out this week. He has no house shows to appear at, no malls to sit in and no commercials to make. Since his match on Explosion was cancelled the CWF pretty much gave him the week off. Management felt that he deserved it after the ammount of work he's put in, especially in the last few months.

With his free time Shane's been back in Cleveland. He visited family, saw old friends and dropped in on a few parties. With this week nearing it's end he's decided to catch a flight to Pittsburg. He wants to do a little travelling before his week off ends. He arrives in Pittsburg with no problems. Shane finds a place he would like to visit, not for himself but for his next opponent on Explosion. Diablo.

Shane sits in a cab. The driver, a hindu man, rambles on in a language foreign to Shane. To be kind Shane repeatedly nods his head, as if agreeing. On the dashboard of the cab there is a small statue of the 6 armed god Ganesh. Below the statue, in a holder, is the driver's liscense. His name is Akmed Arasahallapalla. The interior of the cab is regular in every respect of the word. Other than the dashboard ornament there aren't any hanging beads, no burning inscence and no crawler monkeys. At this point the only thing that Shane could complain about would be the fact that the inside of the cab smells like potatoes.

Shane: I want to get something out of the way, before I get to my destination. That something is Travis Smith. I really don't understand how he became #1 contender for the Unified Title. I'm mean, yeah, he beat John Miller, but seriously....how hard is that? The guy is incompetence in boots. A monkey with his brain hooked to a car battery can beat Miller. Now I know Manson lost to him the other day, but Manson has been under a lot of undue stress in the last few weeks, so it's forgiveable. Smith gets match at E3, where all he has to do to win is show up, and he gets named #1 contender. I hold a title for 133, no losses is 6 months, fight a 2 hour match and dislocate my shoulder. What do I get? The day off. Whoo hoo.

The cab driver suddenly slams on his breaks to avoid running a red light. With the sudden jolt Shane is jerked foreward. Thankfully he decided to put on his seat belt when he got in the cab. When the cab settles back to is idle position Shane glares at the cabbie. Akmed just continues talking in his native tongue, as if nothing happened.

Shane: I should, rightfully, be #1 contender. Travis shouldn't have been withing a mile of that title. I'm sad to say that his performance in the ring last Monday actually tarnished the CWF's image. I wouldn't be surprised if, after his poor performance, a dozen fish actually tried to drown themselves, they didn't want to be on the same planet as Mr. Smith. I bet the last of the Buffalo tried to dig themselves a grave to lie in. I would even believe that a number of suicide bombers became so depressed that they found new professions based on Monday Explosion. It's heart breaking, really it is.

Akmed suddenly starts shouting something at Shane. Shane stops what he is saying and looks out the window. He's surprised to see that he's at his destination. He was so wrapped up in what he was saying that he hadn't even noticed that he had arrived.

Shane: It looks like I'm going to have to come back to the #1 contender issue at another time. I'm here.

Shane reaches into his pocket and hands the driver several dollars, before climbing out of the cab.