Shane stands there, foot on Sinclair's chest, reveling in the moment. Rarely has Sincalir found himself in such a compromised position. His power and influence usually allow him wiggle out of bad situations. He can throw money at a politician or political official to make his problems disappear. He can muscle out buisness threats and strike deals with other corporations. In this situation though, Shane can't be muscled out, that's been proven. Threats against him don't work, he just laughs them off. Sure, Brandon assured Shane can't charge him with kidnapping. At the moment Shane could care less, he has Brandon where he want him.

Shane: It's funny to see you like this Brandon. Not once, since I've known you, have you ever been as helpless as you are at this moment. Throwing me out backfired. That doesn't happen often to you does it? You usually get your way.

Brandon squirms under the pressure on his chest. Shane stands there, unwavering.

Shane: Do you remember Brandon? 2002 is supposed to be The Year of "The Natural Wonder", or so he'd like us to believe, but even if it is your year Shane, you are in the ERA of The Accolade. After your year is over, my era will still be going strong. I survived DTA. It was a short Era. Do you think you're going to survive the next seven months in the "Year of the Natural Wonder"?

Brandon reaches for his desk, trying to pull himself out from under Shane's foot.

Shane: Don't worry. I'm almost done. Then I'll leave you to sit in your expensive office. As you sit here though think about this.....What would a win for ME at Electromania mean? Would it mean I've truly SOLD OUT to the CWF, or would it mean the rebirth of the ICWA?

Shane leans down, closer to Brandon.

Shane: I'll see you at E3.....

Shane puts his index finger in his mouth, pulls it out and proceeds to give Brandon a wet willy.

Shane:.....old friend

Shane removes his foot from Brandon's chest. He turns and steps over the bodies of the security guards and hired goons. He doesn't look back as he leaves Brandon's office.

.: 5 minutes later :.

Shane stands outside the new Sinclair Corporation headquarters. The building looms behind him, like some concrete giant. It's windows look out, like eyes, to the street. It's concrete exterior lets on to the power that lies behind it's walls. As Sinclair's corporation starts chiseling out it's new existence it slowly assimlates it's self into the image of the downtown area.

Shane stands on the sidewalk outside the building. Cars fly by him. The driver's pay little or no attention to Shane.

Shane: Since the announcement of the Undisputed Title Match at Electromania 3 I've spent a lot of time dealing with Adam/Brandon. I've neglected someone though. From what I saw in Brandon's office he seems upset because of it. Diablo is angry because I've been ignoring him. He's upset because I haven't mentioned his name yet. Well now I have. What do I have to say to you Diablo? I have to think about that for a moment. I've spent very little time worrying about Diablo and what he brings to the match. He's skilled. He's intelligent. He's cunning. How does he factor into the match?.....He brings the second half of the title, that's about it. That's all he means to me.

Shane puts out his hand and starts trying to wavedown a cab.

Shane: If, during the whole match, all he does is throw a couple of punches and kicks it would make life a lot easier. But I know he's not going to restrain himself to that. He's a big boy, he wants everyone to see what a big boy can do. He's going to get in MY way, he's going to get in Sinclair's way. We are going into, quite possibly, the biggest match in CWF history and I know that he's going to bring the whole thing down. The next morning newspaper aren't going to be running headlines telling people who the Undisputed Champion is, NO, they will run headlines saying Fool Foils Wrestling's Biggest Match. Who's the fool? Diablo, of course.

A cabbie notices Shane standing on the sidewalk. He slows down and pulls over to the curb. Shane steps off the sidewalk to meet the cab.

Shane: Diablo, please, just stay out of the way and let the adults solve this problem. When it's all over and decided you'll thank me. Why? Because as much as you're crying and whining about being ignored now, you'll be crying and whining for a whole different reason if you actually try and compete. This isn't a threat, it's advice.

He climbs into the cab.

Cabbie: Where to?

Shane: How are the sights in this city?

Cabbie: Good I guess. Why?

Shane: Why don't you show me some of them?

Cabbie: In this cab? You know how expensive it's going to be?

Shane: Money's no object. The bill is being sent to Brandon Sinclair.

Cabbie: Whatever. Your da boss.

Everything fades to black as the cab pulls away from the curb.