Shane V/O: So it finally happened. Travis Smith was crushed under the weight of his own title.

A picture fades up from Tuesday night. It's after Shane has won the TV Title. He holds it above his head for all to see. Flashes are going off in the audience. Pictures to forever etch this moment in stone. Shane has taken his first step in becoming the king of this federation. IWF World Champion "Natural Wonder" Shane Jackson.....it may not be that far off.

Shane V/O: Time and time again Mr. Smith screamed about how I was below him. How I would never be able to take the TV Title away from an expert like himself. What do you have to say now? The inevitable happened, you lost. Your gold is now mine. I hope you gave it one last hug and kiss because I don't think you're going to be seeing it for a while.

Shane's voice over stops. The images of Tuesday night start fading away. They are replaced with one of Shane sitting in a bar. He wears a black T-shirt with the words, "Guess who just became TV Champion?" on the back. A pair Dockers pants and Doc Martin boots complete the look. Shane sits on a comfortable bar stool. On the bar in front of him lays his newely won TV Title.

Shane: So here it is the IWF TV Title. Personally, I thought it would have been brighter but....eh.

Shane shrugs his shoulders. At that moment a female bartender walks up to him. She has long, raven black, hair and blue eyes. Black hair and blue eyes, something that isn't extremely common. Her dark hair makes a blue eyes stand out that much more, it's like she's looking right into you. Shane notices this, he also notices the fact that she leans over the bar toward him as she asks for his drink.

Bartender: What can I get you?

Shane: I'll have a White Russian.

The bartender walks off to fix Shane's drink.

Shane: Travis stumbled and ended up looseing. Too bad for him. As for the dynamic duo of Maven and Nidia they didn't seem to quite grasp the fact that you have to climb UP the ladder to get the title. Things worked out for the best. Well...they were working out for the best until Maven decided he wanted a little revenge. So now I've got to face him this Saturday. MY TV Title isn't on the line for good reason, it's not because I'm worried I'm going to loose. I know I'm not going to loose, that the simple fact of the situation. MY Title isn't on the line because I want to see if Maven is capable of pulling off a decent match without something being put on the line.

The bartender comes back. She places a napkin on the bar, then places Shane's White Russian on it. Shane hands her several dollars. Shane takes a small drink of his White Russian before he continues.

Shane: I've been looking at this TV Title and thinking.

As Shane sets down his drink he point to the title in front of him.

Shane: The name "TV Title" is so plain. Even saying "The IWF TV Title" seems a little dull. So I've come up with something better. This is now "Shane Jackson's TV Title". Sitting on this bar is "Shane Jackson's TV Title". Much better, much more eloquent. It gives the belt a certain importance that it lacked before.

Shane takes another drink from his White Russian.

Shane: I enjoy watching movies, who doesn't. Probably one of my favorite movies has to be "The Big Lebowskie". It's an excellent flick that's full of ironic humor. There's a line in that movie that sums up everything that happened in Tuesday's laddermatch.

"Sometime you bite the bar, and well....somtimes....it bites you."

I don't think it's too hard to see how that single line applies to the outcome of the match. It's weird how something as important as that ladder match could be summed up in a single sentence.

In one of the far corners of the bar a drunk suddenly starts yelling. Instinctively, everyone in the bar looks over to see why the man is yelling. Two bouncers run over to deal with the man before he gets out of hand and hurts someone. The man starts screaming profanities at the bouncers as they each grab him by an arm. They drag him through the bar toward the exit. Even after they've thrown him out he tried to get back in. Shane watches intently as the two bouncers continue to deal with the drunken man.

Shane: He's going to feel really stupid tomorrow.

Shane throws back the last of his White Russian and sets the empty glass on the bar. Again, the barmaid comes back.

Bartender: Can I get you another?

She flashes Shane a smile as she says this. Shane smiles back.

Shane: Sure you can.

Shane watches her as she walks off to get him another drink. Her low cut, undersized shirt and silver pants hug every curve of her body. He really like what he sees.

Shane: What do you have to say Maven? What can you possibly say that can justify your loss on Tuesday? You had me and Travis out numbered two to one, but you lost. I think that says something about you, or maybe it says something about your partner, Nidia.

The female bartender comes back carrying another White Russian. Shane watches carefully as she places it in front of him and makes a point of brushig her hand on his arm. Shane smiles at her, he know where this is going.

Shane: Maven, Travis, Nidia, to take another line from "The Big Lebowskie"........"The Dude abides".

Shane sits and talks with the female bartender as the picture fades out.