V/O Shane: It's funny how quickly things change. One moment I'm the new guy, introducing myself to the federation, the next I'm recognised as someone's enemy.

Still everything stays black.

V/O Shane: I've noticed that the employees of the IWF wear blinders. They have selective vision. When I introduced myself I expected someone to notice me. I expected someone to welcome me, to greet me, to say "HI". I think I expected too much. They were too wrapped up in their Pay Per View. They could care less about a new addition to the roster. As long as I didn't start making threats on their life they were willing to let my name fall through the cracks in their short term memory. At 'Desire' I think I proved a point. It's not wise to forget ME, it's not smart to dismiss MY name.

The black screen fades in to an image of Shane Jackson standing on a dock. The day is sunny, but there is a feeling of rain in the air. A quiet city scape fills in the space behind Shane. By the sun's direction it appears to be about noon. Though it's midday the city doesn't seem to be overly loud. Several large office buildings can be seen throught the city scape, no particular building stands out.

The dock Shane stands on appears to have many houseboats docked at it. These boats aren't the simple kind that people spend a few days on in the middle of the summer, these boats are, actual, floating houses. Shane took an early flight to Seattle. He's spending time getting in some extra training, in the IWF ring, before his debut match on Saturday. He wants to get a feeling for the IWF ring, and get an understanding of it's flow.

Shane: Hello, again, to the IWF.

Shane is wearing a pair of Adidas basketball shoes and, red flame, skaters shorts. His black, japanese tiger, shirt is open at the front. His hair is gelled up and a pair of CK sunglasses cover his eyes.

Shane: My actions at 'Desire' weren't planned, they weren't premeditated. I was just going to just walk out after Travis and Maven's match and let the fans know who I was. Then Maven got screwed. That's when my original idea changed. The way I introduced myself to the IWF roster didn't work out too well. Why should I introduce myself to the IWF fans in the same way? I took Travis out because it's a quick way to get my name to the fans. I take out a champion, leave him laying on the concrete and walk to the ring with HIS title. Instant publicity! When I got to the ring I was going to hand the TV Title to Maven, just to let him know that it should still be his. That WAS until he decided to shove Nidia around. You push people around, sooner or later someone is going to push you. So what do I do? I take Maven out too. More publicity!

The waves lap up against the pillars of the dock. They do nothing to distract Shane.

Shane: When I look at Travis Smith I see a man who lacks the confidence to be a champion. Wait.....that's wrong. I see a child who lacks the confidence to be a champion. What Travis needs to do is go back to day care and play with his Flintstone phone, or his Speak and Say. Maybe, in a year or two, when he's out grown his pull-ups he can start his wrestling career, but right now......no.

Shane pauses for a moment. A smile crosses his face as he continues.

Shane: I'll tell you what I'm going to do Travis. On Saturday I'm going to make you a peanutbutter and jelly sandwhich. I'll bring it down to the ring with me and after our match is over you can have it. Why? Because it just wouldn't be nice of me to let you walk out of the match empty handed. You can take a little comfort in knowing that at least you'll have a PB&J sandwhich waiting for you, to help ease the pain of loosing your TV Title.

Jackson turns away from his view of the sea. He begins walking up the dock, between the house boats. He moves steadily, not stopping or pausing. It doesn't matter to him who lives in these boats. For all he knows the Beverly Hillbillies and the whole town of Mayberry live in these floating houses.

Shane: I want to get off the topic of Travis, for a moment.

Shane moves silently down the dock.

Shane: Maven......Nidia, I know you're paying attention to what I have to say. I'm sure your wondering about the Playboy magazine, and why I took it. No, it's not for THAT reason. I took that magazine to make a point, a point to Maven. He's jealous of Nidia posing, he doesn't like the fact that millions of guys, all around the world, can pick up a magazine and look at his girl.

Shane reaches the edge of the dock.

Shane: I've got something to show you Maven, something I think you can appreciate.

As Shane steps off the dock onto the sand of a beach everything fades to black. It hold on black for a few seconds before fading back in.

Shane is no longer standing by the ocean. There is no dock, beach or boats in sight. He's standing in the city that was originally behind him. He's surrounded by concrete and steel buildings. Cars casually drive by, the drivers don't seem to be in any real hurry. The sidewalk, that Shane stands on, isn't overly crowded. There are just enough people to make it look busy, but not enough to make it look hectic.

Shane: I'm standing here, in this small town, to unveil a little something. I'm here to unveil a new IWF promotional billboard. This billboard is going to be seen across Seattle, across Washington and across America.

Shane takes several steps foreward. Slowly a large billboard comes into sight. What's on the billboard can't be seen, yet. There is a large, black veil covering it.

Shane: Just remember this Maven, she asked for it. She asked for it by posing for Playboy.

Shane turns around and signals something toward the billboard. Almost instantly the veil on the billboard drops. Plastered up on the billboard is a huge picture of Nidia. It's one from Playboy magazine. To sidestep many legal and moral issues Shane made a few alterations to the picture. Shane convienently used the IWF logo to cover each of Nidia's nipples and to cover her crotch Shane used a large, duplicate, of the Playboy bunny head.

Shane turns around smiling.

Shane: Talk about a win win situation. Not only does Nidia get her face out to the public, but the IWF also gets free advertising. Now I'm just going to let that sit with you Maven. I'd really like to hear some feedback, on this billboard.

Shane takes a few more steps along the sidewalk. The billboard starts moving out of sight.

Shane: Travis, I'm ending this with you. On Saturday night, as you lay on your back counting the lights, your going to come to the conclusion that "Shawn" Jackson has just proven something. I hope you've got your bags packed because the Cleveland Express has picked you to be it's first passenger.

Shane continues walking down the street as the picture fades to grey, then cuts to black.