~{Several Hours After Jeff Jarett's Ring Appearance}~

Scene opens to a fruit market in Key West. In reality this isn't a regular fruit market, it's only a short term seasonal one. As soon as the summer ends then the fruit market will close up and leave, until next summer comes around. Generously the city has donated one of it's smaller parks to serve as the location for the fruit market. In the provided space over 50 different carts stand. Most of the carts are selling the same types of things, just in different ways and at different prices.

Many of Key West's residents are wandering around the market. They check out the products of each cart and move on. Owners of the carts are unendlessly show their fruit and vegetables to the people who walk the market. Each person that stops is a potential sale, nobody wants to let that sale get away.

"Natural Wonder" Shane Jackson stands at the edge of the park. He's dressed in a pair of ocean blue surfer's shorts that has prints of great white sharks all over it. He wears a white Corona print shirt that's open at the front. On his feet are a pair of Adidas sport sandals. His hair is gelled up and a pair of CK sunglasses cover his eyes. In his left hand he holds the IWF TV Title. He isn't cradling the title as if it were important, he is holding it only by one strap as the rest hangs, touching the ground.

Shane: When I first arrived in the IWF I said something that has been proven time and time again. I said that the people in this federation wear blinders, they only see what they want to see. Jeff Jarrett, you just proved my point. You want to know where I've been? I've been in the IWF. I was here all along Jarrett, why didn't you notice me? I know, it's because you believe I'm below you and that I'm not worthy to fight you.

Shane takes a deep breath. He's sampling all the different scents that are diffusing through the air. All around the market there is a distinct smell. It's a mix of a hundred different fruits. Oranges, apples, pears, pineapples, kiwi, passion fruit, nectarine, peaches and more.

Shane: Before I continue Jarrett I want to give you a little heads-up. I certainely hope you aren't waiting around the ring for me to appear because I won't. In my life I've only ever cut a handfull of ring promos. I don't believe in them. I have had to cut a few but that's because they were absolutely necessary, there wasn't a way around it. You, Jarrett, won't see me in a ring until it's time for us to meet.

Shane raises the TV Title to eye level. He makes no attempts to hold the title in a more respecting manner. With his free right hand he removes the sunglasses from his eyes.

Shane: If you had been watching and paying attention Jarrett you might have noticed what I've been up to. You obviously didn't see what I sent RoadHouse. I'll bring you up to speed. Do you notice anything strange about this TV Title?

It can be clearly seen as the title dangles from Shane's hand. It's the end of the bottom strap, something isn't right about it.

Shane: Do you know what I did Jarrett? You see the bottom strap? I cut an inch and a half off of it and sent it to RoadHouse. Why would I do such a thing? Because I can, it's my title and I can treat it any way I want. RoadHouse talked about wanting to take my title from me, so I sent him a piece to get his mouth watering. He was so gung-ho about taking the belt from me, he wanted to strip me of it. I was hoping to get a decent match out of him but he's become distracted by a masked opponent. How convientent for him. So now the job falls to you. You're next to try and wrestle it from me.

Shane lowers the title and replaces the sunglasses over his eyes. He takes several steps in towards the fruit market, before he pauses. He carefully scans over the wide array of carts, as if looking for something specific. Shane notices a cart that's run by a Jamaican man who's selling coconuts and pineapple. That's what Shane was looking for. He heads towards the Jamaican man's cart.

Shane: I got a good laugh out of how you compared me to Michael Jackson. I especially like the whole 'Jackson 5' crack, it was golden. I look foreward to hearing more of them from you.

Shane steps up the the Jamaican's cart. He points to a machette that the Jamaican man uses to cut open coconuts and slice the tops off the pineapple with. He then reaches into his pocket and hands the Jamaican $50. Without hesitation the Jamaican man hands Shane the machette. Shane takes the IWF TV Title and holds it against the side of the man's wooden cart. He raises the machette and brings it down on the, already shortened, strap of the TV belt. He's just cut off another 5 inches from the belt's leather strap. As the severed piece of the belt falls to the grassy ground Shane smiles. He hands the machette back to the Jamaican man. He then leans down and picks up the piece of the belt he just cut off.

Shane: Here you go Jarrett, a piece just for you. So now you won't feel so bad when you can't take the gold from me. Of course at this rate no matter who wins it from me there isn't going to be much left. It's going to get really interesting when I've cut both the straps off and all that's left is the gold. Oh, don't get me wrong, I know I'm disrespecting this title by disecting it, but since it's in my possession there's nothing that can be done about it.

Shane truns away from the Jamaican's cart. He begins walking through the market carrying the belt and the piece he sliced off it. At one point he pauses just long enough to lift an apple from an unsuspecting woman's bag, before continuing.

Shane: I'll have this piece of the title sent right over to you at the arena, J. You can take it home and hang it on your wall and every night, before you go to bed, you can look at it and dream. You can dream about how your life would be different if you were actually able to win the TV Title from me. I don't see it happening J, I don't see you winning.

Slowly he raises the apple to his mouth and takes a bite. He takes his time chewing the chunk he bit off. After a few moments of chewing he finally swallows it.

Shane: It seems that Travis Smith has come back to the IWF after a bit of recovery. They get all the bone chips out Travis? Are you feeling good? You were right I have been keeping the TV Title warm. It's too bad it's not quite the same as when you left. Maybe I should ask you if you want a piece of it. Do you? I would be happy to slice off another couple of inches and mail it to you, so you'll have a little of it for yourself. Just let me know, it's no trouble.

Shane takes another bit out of the apple then tosses the rest to the ground.

Shane: JJ, I'll see you soon enough.

He walks out of the small park that's home to the fruit market. As he leaves the park the camera focuses on the half bitten apple that he tossed away. A small black fly zooms into the frame. It buzzes around the apple for a minute before landing on the stem.

FTB