A long shot of the Molson Center in Montreal. The stadium is easily visible on the landscape. Several roads and streets run around the building. The parking lot, although, not full, does have a number of vehicles in it. Most of these vehicles belong to IWF Road Crew members. Along the cars are several transport trucks. Each truck and trailer bear the distinguishable IWF logo. It shouldn't take much thought to guess what their purpose at the arena is.

Looking down from the arena's rafter the ring crew looks like little toys scrambling about on the arena floor. Each member of the crew has a purpose, or a job, as they prepare the Molson Center for Sunday night. Their job is as important as the wrestlers that will be performing. If they forget to tighten one bolt, or mistakenly cross two wires it could cost the IWF hundreds of thousands of dollars, or worse someone may be injured or killed.

The Desire set is slowly taking shape. Each crew member is hard at work, letting nothing distract them, they all have a place. Oddly though there seems to be one man who is out of place. He sits down near the, partially erect, ring.

He wears a pair of Adidas basketball shoes, and grey, calf length, cargo shorts. An unbuttoned blue, flame, shirt finishes his look. His short, dark hair is spiked up with gel. A pair of CK sunglasses rest over his eyes. He is lounging in a red folding camp chair, the back of the chair bears the Cleveland Indians logo. His feet are resting up on an overturned metal travel case. In his left hand he holds an open can of Coke.

He begins to speak.

Man: I sit here watching the crew run around putting this show together. Every time one of them passes me they slow down. They are curious. They want to know me, know who I am. I'm new to the IWF and their world. Who am I? I'm the "Natural Wonder" Shane Jackson. A couple of you may recognise the name, but I doubt most of you know who I am. Though I'm new to the IWF I'm not new to the wrestling game.

Shane pauses for a moment to take a drink of his Coke, before continuing.

Shane: I'm sure you want to know a little bit about me. Well, I come from.....

Before Shane can get into any detail about himself there is a large disruption up near the, unfinished, entrance ramp. Shane turns in his chair to see what is happening. A man, dressed in a poorly construced Spider-man costume, is running around disrupting the crew.

Shane: What the hell?

Shane gets up out of his chair, sets his Coke on the floor, and walks over to where "Spider-man" and several crew members are.

Man: I am the Amazing Spider-man. If your are an evil supervillian you should fear my awesome spider abilities.

Shane: What are you doing?

The man quickly turns away from the crew and faces Shane.

Man: You are asking me, Spider-man, what I am doing? I am the one who asks the questions around here. What are you doing?

Shane: I WAS trying to introduce myself to the IWF, but you've gone and screwed that all up.

Man: I did not. I am Spider-man, Spider-man doesn't screw anything up.

Shane: Now I know this is going to crush you, and probably send your life into a downward spiral, but.....Spider-man is fictitious. He's not real.

Man: NO! You're lying. They wouldn't make a movie about something that isn't real.

Shane: So I guess that means that Reservoir Dogs, 3000 Miles to Graceland and Star Wars are all real to?

Man: Yes, every word in them is the real, they're all true.

Shane sighs. Getting through to this guy is going to be harder than he thought.

Man: I believe you are trying to trick me. I know who you are. You are really Bone Crusher, and your working for the Green Goblin. You're trying to distract me so that he can capture me in an electric net. I'm on to you, you'll never trick my spider senses.

The man jumps at Shane. Shane easily side steps the man's attack and lets him go crashing to the floor.

Shane: Amazing Spider-man, simply amazing. I don't know how I'll ever stop you.

Shane reaches down and grabs the guy by the collar of his shirt. He lifts him up and starts dragging him away from the ring area.

Shane: I'm sure you've got many more villians to defeat in this city. So how about I take you outside and toss you in the nearest dumpster? I'm sure there are some genius rats in there than need dealing with.

The man struggles a little, but quickly realises that Shane isn't about to let him go and gives up. Shane drags the man back stage, tosses him in a dumpster near one of the back exits, and then heads back to his seat at ring side.

He sits down, picks up his Coke, and attempts to continue from where he left off.

Shane: Damn, that guy screwed everything up. I had my whole introduction planned out. I guess it's kind of pointless to try and continue with what I was saying. Maybe I'll just jump to the reason I'm here.

Shane takes a long drink from his Coke.

Shane: I've come to the IWF to test myself. I want to see if I can make it in a different federation, one that's focus is different. I've always believed my self to be good at what I do. My talent and abilities are some of the best in the industry. Don't think that you're going to be able to score an easy win over me. If you want to beat me you're going to have to work. You're going to have to push youself to limits you didn't know you had. Just because I'm percieved as a rookie in the eyes of THIS federation doesn't mean that I am a rookie. IWF, The Cleveland Express is running at full speed. Keep you eyes open.

Everything begins to fade to black as Shane takes anothe drink of his Coke.