Scene opens up to the Reliant Stadium in Dallas Texas. It's only a few hours before the start of Shattered Dreams. All of the wrestlers have arrived and are preparing for the night. They run around inside the arena as if the world is coming to an end. Backstage workers are scrambling around making last minute preperations. Camera men are checking their equipment. Most wrestlers are getting into their characters. At this point one person who's, noticebly, absent is "Natural Wonder" Shane Jackson. He's not in the lockerroom where all the other wrestlers are changing into their ring attire. Once Blaze is informed of this she immediately sends a team of security guards to scour the arena in search of him. As long as they look in the arena they are going to miss him.

Shane stands in the parking lot. He's leaning against his, black, 1962 Dodge Charger. His car is a rebuilt replica of the Dodge Charger made famous in the Steve McQueen movie Bullit. Shane leans against his car. He's dressed in his usual Doc Martin boots. A pair of urban camo skaters shorts, a silver open front shirt and CK sunglasses finish Shane's look. In his left hand he holds a cup of Vanilla Coke. It came as part of his Big Bacon Classic value meal at Wendy's.

Shane: Here I stand, on the verge of showcasing myself to the world at IWF's Shattered Dreams Pay Per View. I have a chance to win the European Title tonight. I can add it to my collection. But of course winning the European Title is just another small step on my pathway to the stars. I'm sure being both TV and European Champion will be a great thing. A little more recognition, more TV time, higher pay and so on.

Shane raises the straw in his cup to his mouth and takes a drink before he continues.

Shane: My two opponents, The Rock and Jason Rothchild, have their own agendas tonight. Right now I'm not to sure where things stand with the IWF and The Rock. He has said very little to either me or Rothchild. In simpler terms I'll be surprised if he even shows up to the match tonight. Sure he's European Champion, but I don't think he wants to be. He sees that title as more of a burden than anything. Rock, I'll be happy to carry that burden for you, just hand it over.

Shane takes another, longer, drink from his Vanilla Coke as he collects his thoughts on Jason Rothchild.

Shane: Three times the carm. I've asked you twice, Jason, and I'll ask again. Where have we met? You don't want to acknowledge that you have no idea who I am. Every time you open you mouth you avoid the issue. Your like a politician who's running for office. You talk around the questions, you don't talk about them. Playing deaf will only work for so long. Someday somebody's going to say something that you're going to have to respond to, that's when well see what kind of person you really are.

Shane shakes his cup of Coke. There sounds as if there's more ice than pop left.

Shane: I noticed, Jason, that you've recently been stuck in a mental hospital. It's a shame. It would certainely benefit you to be in good mental health for out match. Hopefully they can give you enough drugs to bring you out of your fantasy world before the ball gets rolling on this PPV. I wouldn't like to win our match knowing that it was because you were mentally incompetent.

Shane takes a third drink from his Coke. In a matter of seconds that annoying sucking, slurping, sound signifies that Shane has reached the bottom of his drink. With little regard for where it lands, Shane tosses the empty cup out of sight.

Shane: Jason, I'll be waiting for you answer to my question or should I say your next lack of an answer. Even after our match is over the question won't change. I want an answer Jason. It would be easier for you to just give in and tell me what I want to know, instead of dragging it out and pretending you don't hear me. Who knows, maybe I'll just stop in the middle of our match and ask you. You won't be able to sidestep something that's suddenly presented to you in front of a world wide audience. Once the world knows the question you won't be able to go anywhere without hearing it. I'm sure you don't want people sending you fan mail where the only thing written is 'Where did you meet Shane Jackson?'. If someone's really ambitious they might even open up a 'Where did you meet Shane Jackson?' fan club. It would be pretty hard to turn your back on a group of people who've devoted their entire existence to asking you a single question.

As Shane moves off his car he pulls the door open. The interior of the Charger has had no detail spared to make it a replication from Bullit. Shane across the driver's seat and pulls his TV Title from where it sits in the passenger seat. He pulls it out of the car and pushes the door closed. He slings the title over his shoulder.

Shane: The time is nearly upon us, J. We're going to see who gets to ride out of Texas carrying the Euro Title. It's either going to be you or me. Even if The Rock decided to show up tonight I wouldn't count him as being in this match. He's too busy thinking up new catch phrases to bother with his opponents. So it's come to just the two of us.

Shane begins weaving through the rows of parked cars in the parking lot.

Shane: Are you of sound mind tonight Jason? Feel free to bring a couple of white coats with you to the ring, just in case. I wouldn't want you to suddenly starts babbling like an idiot and slapping yourself. In fact I'll even have some of the paramedics standing by with some good anti-psychotic drugs so that all the bases are covered. Sound good? I'll see you tonight Jason, be sure and wear your game face.

Shane steps from the parking lot and heads toward one of the backdoor's of the arena.

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