Scene opens to huge football field, an NFL field. Every ten yards is marked with a white line indicating it's number. Both of the end zone standards is painted an orange/brown color and has a foam pad encircling the base to protect runners. Painted onto the field in each end zone is the Cleveland Browns logo and name.

The stadium that encircles the field is empty. No fans, no reporters, no writers. No cleaning crew is present either, they finished their job several hours before. Every seat has been washed, every aisle cleaned, every railing polished. It's truly a sight to be seen, a stadium in perfect condition that stands waiting for the cue of opening day.

Sitting between the left 40 and mid-field 50 yard lines is "Natural Wonder" Shane Jackson. He sits on a grey folding camp chair with the Browns logo on the back of it. He's dressed in a pair of Adidas sport sandals, surfer shorts with flames on them and an open faced shirt with a green dragon on it. Standing at his left hand side is a tinted glass coffee table with red cedar legs. On the coffee table is a freshly opened bottle of old no. 7, Jack Daniels. An empty glass stands next to the opened bottle of Jack. Under the glass lays the IWF TV Title.

Shane: Nothing more than a coaster.

Shane leans back in his chair, relaxing. He almost appears to sink into the chair, as if he was a part of it.

Shane: I hold a title that has no value, in any respect of the word. It's garbage, it wouldn't be worth it's weight if it was melted down. I've been handed at title that buries it's owner. People don't want to deal with me so they give me the lowest piece of gold in the federation and ignore me. They hope that because I can call myself a champion that I'll be content with where I sit. I'm not as blind as this federation believes. I'm not Travis Smith or Maven, I don't clutch the TV Title like it was my saving grace. If anything this title is an anchor holding me down.

Shane reaches out toward the coffee table and picks up the bottle of Daniels. He pours himself a half glass of the liquid before sitting the bottle back down.

Shane: I'm sure someone out there in the IWF is wondering why I'm sitting here, on the homefield of the Cleveland Browns, in a camp chair, next to a coffee table, with a bottle of No. 7. The answer is because I can. It seems everyone's life revolves around the ring, the IWF ring. I don't know what's so intriging about it. I prefer to use the ring for wrestling, not talking. I find it makes the fans appreciate your appearance that much more.

Shifting, only slightly, in his chair Shane reaches for his half glass of Daniels. As he lifts it off the TV Title a clear ring of water is left behind on the gold belt's face.

Shane: So Gravedigger, have you been sent to bury me even further at the bottom? Are you the guy RoadHouse dispatches to deal with people he feels are below him? Realise that I won't go calmly into the ground. Dig your hole. Dig it as deep as you want. When your done I'll climb in there with you and we can trade shot for shot until someone goes down. Sound good? I'm sure it doesn't, after all you might end up digging your own grave, wouldn't that be ironic. A gravedigger digs his own plot all the time asking who is this for. Only when he finishes does he realise it's his own. I refuse to be pushed any further down the rungs of this federation. I don't care what it takes. I don't care if I have to sacrifice every breath in my lungs I'm going to climb the ladder and take my rightful place at the top.

Shane downs a mouthfull of Jack Daniels.

Shane: RoadHouse, do you know the significance of your monicker? If you look up 'reality' in a thesaurus you come up with the word 'truth', but truth and reality aren't the same thing. The "American Reality" is that all it's people believe that they live in the greatest country on earth but the "American Truth" is that their view of reality is skewed. I've come to realise this. Yes, I am American and what I've just said applies to me to. It applies to everyone that lives in this country, the truth of our reality is that it's wrong.

For a moment Shane swirls the Tenessee Whisky in his glass for a moment before he downs the second mouthfull that's in the glass. He sets the empty glass back on the TV Title.

Shane: I know your good at intimidating your opponents RoadHouse. I know you use what you've done in the past to scare up worried thoughts in the men you face. I know your doing it to Steiner right now. You wear down you opponents by taunting them and continually degrading them. I can easily see how you constant name calling is getting to Scott. You've worn him down, you took down his defences and now your attempting to destroy him. Eventually you'll get him to the point of breakdown, that's when you'll move in for the kill. Conquor your enemy when he's most vulnerable. It's a philosophy that has been whispered throught every military campaign in history.

Shane moves his right arm up behind his head, using it as a pillow.

Shane: So I'm next on your list. What tactis are you going to use on me? Will you attack me the same way you're attacking Steiner? No, you won't tell me. A good general never lets the enemy know his strategy. Your just going to keep pressing at me until you find the right button. Just so you know I don't have a fear of you putting my name up on a wall, go right ahead. It won't scare me, though I doubt that's it purpose. You put people's names on your wall so that you can remember who your fighting. Am I saying your dumb? No, what I'm saying is that when you have your hand in everything that happens in the IWF you need to put names on the wall to make sure you can keep all your little dealings straight. It's no secret that you play one person off another for your own gain. You've built your life on the backs of others accomplishments. It's a pyramid that I won't be a part of.

With his free left hand Shane reaches out and picks up the bottle of Daniels. He pours himself another half glass before putting the bottle back on the table.

Shane: The Cleveland Express has Gravedigger in it's headlights and standing behind him is RoadHouse. Who's going to stand fast and wait for the impact and who's going to jump clear?

Shane lifts the glass off the TV Title and raises it to his lips.

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