Scene opens to a standard CWF house show.

Unlike the standard house shows, though, this one is being taped for TV. Since the CWF is on a hiatus, of sorts, the various house shows are being taped and edited together. Even though they lost their primetime TV spot they still have two highlight shows they have commitments to. They are using the house show footage to fill the time in the two minor television shows.

As the CWF theme music starts playing the fans start cheering. The lights in the arena come up as the two announcers, Moe and Curly, walk down the ramp and take their places behind the announce desk.

Every where you look in the arena there is promotional material for the CWF. There isn't a wall, fan barricade, or rafter that doesn't have some sort of CWF aspect to it. In most cases the chosen promotional device is the CWF logo. Many of the marketing people believe that the more that people see the CWF logo the more they are going to stay loyal to the CWF company.

Moe and Curly begin their usual bantering as they wait for the first set of wrestlers to appear. Before they can get very deep into conversation "Higher" by Creed blasts from the arena speakers. As loud as the music is it still doesn't comapre to the noise that the fans are making. They know what this music entails. It signifies that the "Natural Wonder" Shane Jackson is going to make an appearance.

Shane steps out onto the entrance ramp. He wears his wrestling tights, with a silver, blue, unbuttoned shirt. CK sunglasses rest on his forehead. Over his left shoulder hangs the ICWA World Title. In his right hand he carries a microphone. He takes only a few steps down the ramp toward the ring. Shane has made it clear, in the past, the he doesn't enjoy cutting in-ring promos. As he stands on the ramp his music starts fading down in volume. He raises the microphone to his lips.

Shane: Fans of the CWF, I'm here to give you some bad news. You all know that the CWF is on a, temporary, hiatus. Right? Well I am sorry to inform all of you that NONE of the wrestlers, you came here to see, will be performing tonight. Why? Because they just couldn't find it in their hearts to put on a decent show that wouldn't be broadcast nation wide. Just a few moments ago they all walked out of the dressing room. They left the arena.

The fans start booing. They're angry that they paid for nothing.

Shane: Before you all become upset with the current situation in the CWF I have another announcement. Since no CWF wrestlers are willing to compete tonight I have gone out and rounded up a temporary roster of my own. Tonight, fans, you won't be watching the CWF, you will be watching the JWF. The Jackson Wrestling Federation.

At the mention of the JWF and mass of ring crew workers and roadies swarm down upon the ring. They quickly change the skirt around the ring. It no longer reads CWF, but JWF. All the promotional material around the arena is quickly altered to read JWF. In a matter of minutes the whole show has been converted. Every CWF logo is replaced with JWF.

Moe and Curly sit at the announce desk, completely stunned.

Shane: I want everyone sitting in those seats....

Shane points out to the audience. He slowly passes his hand across the whole arena.

Shane: ...everyone sitting here watching to enjoy themselves. If the CWF doesn't entertain you the JWF sure will.

Shane waves to the fans, then raises his ICWA World Title in the air before disappearing, back up the ramp.

Moe: Wow! Just like that.

Curly: So what does this mean?

Moe: It means that tonight THIS is the JWF.

At that moment one of the roadies walks down to the announce table and hands Moe a piece of paper.

Moe: I've just been handed the official JWF card for tonight.

JWF Card

1. Ruffian vs Mad Minister

2. Gum Drop Boy/Triple A vs Ike Hanson/Blue Sedan

3. Daddy Whacker vs Cherub

4. Jim Coors vs Little German Boy

5. Hyena vs ???

6. Diablo II vs Trav Ismith

***Main Event***

Andrew Amyetheist vs Dachau

Curly: Who the hell are all these guys? I've never heard of any of them.

Moe: Some of these names seem familiar.

Ruffian vs Mad Minister

Ruffian walks down to the ring and climbs in. Nothing but heat from the audience. They have no idea who he is and could care less.

Moe: He bears a striking resemblence to Rueffio.

Mad Minister appears on the runway. Surprisingly he wears nothing that could visually tell anyone that he's a minister.

Curly: I can tell this is going to be a boaring match. Actually I can tell this is going to be a boaring card. A bunch of people nobody's ever heard of.

Moe: You know, if you look at this guy in the right light he almost looks like Rage Revere.

Minister sprints down to the ring and slides in. Ruffian wastes no time in laying the boots to him. Minister quickly rolls back out of the ring, to saftey.

Curly: What kind of a booker is Shane Jackson. He didn't even put any special rules or stipulation on any of these matches. The least he could have done is pulled a KOA and made a bunch of crazy matches.

Minister paces back and forth outside the ring, waiting for Ruffian to move away from the ropes, so he can get in. Ruffian holds his ground by the edge of the ropes. Finally Mad Minister creates his own opportunity by spitting in Ruffian's face. As Ruffian tries to wipe the saliva off his face Minister slides in and knocks him down with a clothesline. He jumps on top of Ruffian and starts punching away. He gets in 7 or 8 punches before standing. He pulls up Ruffian and sets him up for a suplex. As he raises Ruffian in the air Ruffian wiggles free and lands behind Mad Minister. He quickly hits Minister with a neckbreaker, and covers.

Moe: You know what I just realised. There isn't a referee anywhere around. How is anyone supposed to win?

Ruffian looks around, searching for a referee. Finally he stands, in disgust, and leaves the ring. He dissappears from sight, at the top of the ramp. In the ring Mad Minister is just beginning to get back to his feet. Suddenly, out of nowhere a referee walks out from below the entrance ramp.

Moe: I guess he was just stuck in traffic.

The referee reaches the ring. He begins the mandatory 10 count. The referee reaches 10. The only person in the ring is Mad Minister.

Winner: Mad Minister

Curly: Woo hoo, wasn't that exciting. The first every JWF match ends in a count out win. I think Shane Jackson should be drug out into the street and beat for trying to run his own federation.

Gum Drop Boy/Triple A vs Ike Hanson/Blue Sedan

Up on the JWF Tron Shane Jackson's image appears. He's standing in a line-up in the arena cafeteria.

Shane: I'm sorry to interrupt the festivities but I thought I'd spice things up a little. I think this should be a Tag Team Hardcore Match. The fans like blood, and hardcore matches produce blood, the more people in the match the more blood there will be. It seems like a "Natural" marriage to me.

The fans in the arena start cheering as the JWF Tron fades to black.

Gum Drop Boy and AAA make their way down to the ring.

Curly: Let me guess. Gum Drop Boy is Shane's representation of LDK, and Triple A is supposed to be Triple D.

Moe: Either that or the American Auto Association decided to sponsor a wrestler.

GDB and AAA don't even make it down to the ring before Ike Hanson charges down the ramp carrying a sack of doorknobs. He lays out both GDB and AAA with a shot from the sack. Meanwhile Blue Sedan makes a, very pie-eyed, appearance at the top of the ramp.

Moe: Just an educated guess but I think those two are supposed to be Mike Manson and Red Tank.

Hanson starts stomping away at AAA, while Sedan slowly makes his way toward GDB. Sedan takes so much time getting down the ramp that GDB is able to easily get to his feet. GDB grabs Hanson from behind and hits him with a reverse DDT. As Hanson lays on the ramp clutching his head Sedan gradually nears the fight scene. GDB picks up the sack of doorknobs and starts beating away on the downed Hanson. AAA gets to his feet. He looks up the ramp at the approaching Blue Sedan. Without a moment's hesitation AAA bolts down to the ring and pulls up the skirt. He reaches under and pulls out a brick. AAA quickly spins around and shot-putts the brick at Sedan. The brick slams into Sedan's left shoulder.

Moe: MY GOD! Did you see that? I can't believe Blue Sedan is still standing after taking a shot like that.

Curly: He's still standing because he's stoned out of his coconut.

Blue Sedan looks down at his left shoulder, then up at AAA with a very confused look on his face. Sedan just stands on the ramp looks back and forth from his shoulder to Triple A.

Moe: I don't think Sedan knows what just happened.

In a, very slow, motion Sedan reaches down into his trunks and pulls out a pre-rolled joint and a book of matches. He walks over to the guard rail and leans against it as he flicks one of the matches and lights his joint. Triple A just stands next to the ring staring at him. Several feet up the ramp GDB is still reigning blows down upon Hanson with the sack of doorknobs. Welts are starting to appear all over Hanson's body as GDB continues to tan him. GDB, finally, gives up on the sack and tosses it aside. He turns and signals something to AAA. GDB then grabs Hanson and pulls him to his feet, and starts walking him toward the ring. At the same time Triple A hops up onto the apron.

Moe: This can't be going anywhere good for Hanson.

GDB sets Hanson up for a piledriver. As GDB lifts him up AAA jumps off the apron and drops his weight onto Hanson's feet. GDB and AAA deliver a devistating double piledriver to Ike Hanson.

Moe: THEY KILLED HIM!!

Curly: No, they didn't kill him. Look one of his arms is still moving.

Moe: They damn near killed him.

Hanson lay's on the protective mats. His head is clearly busted open, as several thin rivers of blood streak his face. Up on the ramp Blue Sedan is leaning heavily against the guard rail. The joint still burns away between his finger tips. He stares down at his partner at ringside, and smiles.

AAA and GDB pull up Ike Hanson and shove him into the ring. They climb in and pull him to his feet. AAA sets Ike up and they give him a double powerbomb, as GBA follows up with a cover. The ref counts the three and AAA and GDB walk out winners. As Triple A and GDB walk up the ramp Blue Sedan still stands there staring at the ring and smiling.

Winner: AAA and GDB

Curly: Ooh another great one for the JWF records. That's the kind of reason why you don't want to legalize the "Happy Herb".

Daddy Whacker vs Cherub

Moe: I'm going to try and guess who these two are supposed to be before they even come out. I say Daddy Whacker is Smack Daddy and Cherub is Sephiroth.

Curly: Sure, sure, let's get the rest of this underway.

Daddy Whacker appears. He only gets a couple of steps down the ramp when several police officers come from back stage and grab him. They drag him off. Cherub comes out, looks around, and sees noone. The match is called and Cherub is given the win.

Winner: Cherub

Moe: I've just been given word that Daddy Whacker wasn't able to compete tonight because of several unpaid parking tickets.

Curly: Uuhh! Only, ONLY in a federation, run by Jackson, can you loose a match because of parking tickets.

Jim Coors vs Little German Boy

For the second time tonight the JWF Tron flickers to life. On the screen is Shane Jackson. This time he's laying on a massage table in the training center of the arena. He's not getting a massage, he's just relaxing. The ICWA World Title rests over his chest.

Shane: I took a look at this match and I said, 'Shane you want to make this a BIG match. You want the fans to see something they've never seen before'. I came up with a new stipulation for this match. This is going to be a Beer versus Beer match. What that means is that every two minutes the match will be stopped. Each wrestler will have a corner to go to. In the corner they will have to chug ONE beer. This is the interesting part. Jim Coors has to drink an American Beer, Little German Boy has to drink a German Beer. This will continue for the whole match, until someone is pinned. Sit back and watch, it should be interesting.

The JWF Tron fades out to black.

Moe: Wow! This is crazy what Shane Jackson has done. He's promoting drinking and fighting, at the same time.

Curly: I'm sure the censors and parents' groups are going to be really happy about that.

Jim Coors walks out from the entrance and down to the ring. He's carrying a Singapore Cane, and sports a bald head, much like John Miller. Moments later Little German Boy makes his entrance.

Curly: I don't think I'd be going out on a limb in guessing that he's Shane's rendition of Klaus Steinman.

German Boy climbs into the ring, as outside the two different types of beer are set up. The first 12 minutes (or 6 beer rounds) of the match are pretty standard. Lots of back and forth, and several near pin falls. The 7th beer round (14 minutes) was where things got really interesting.

Start of the 7th beer round. Coors and German boy come out of their corners. Both appear to be a little wobbly, and aren't walking exactly straight. Coors starts with several, sloppy, punches. German Boy fights back with even worse looking punches. Coors is able to dodge one of German Boy's punches and grabs him in a sleeper hold. German Boy struggles hard, as he gradually sinks to the mat. He goes down to the mat, stomach first, as Coors hangs on tight with his sleeper hold. The ref raises German Boy's hand. One time, it flops back to the mat. Second time, it falls to the mat. Third time, German Boy is able to gather enough strength to keep it up. He forces himself to his feet as Coors still hangs on with a sleeper hold. German Boy lifts him up, and falls backwards to the mat, giving Coors some sort of Samoan Drop/Vertebreaker combination/mess.

Moe: Eeww, that looked really nasty, for both men.

Both Coors and German Boy lay on the mat. Neither are moving. The referee begins the 10 count.

1...

2...

3... German Boy rolls to the ropes. Coors still lays, motionless on the mat.

4...

5...

6... German boy uses the ropes to pull himself to his knees. Coors rolls onto his stomach.

7...

8... German boy is able to struggle to his feet, relying, heavily on the ropes.

German Boy stumbles over to Coors and pulls him to his feet. He throws Coors into the ropes. Coors reverses it and falls to the mat, turning it into a drop toe hold. German Boy slams into the mat hard. Coors gets to his feet, as quickly as he can, and stumbles over to his corner.

Moe: What's he doing? He doesn't have to go to his corner for another minute.

Coors starts yelling for beer. The workers at ringside hand him several cans of beer. Coors stands the cans together in the middle of the ring. He then pulls Geman Boy to his feet.

Moe: He's going to slam him onto the cans of beer!

Coors lifts German Boy up, but he's able to squirm free. He lands behind Coors, and quickly takes advantage of his opportunity. He grabs Coors and gives him a german suplex, he holds his grip and lifts Coors up for a second. Coors comes down on the pile of beercans he set up. A river of beer explodes from under Coors as he lays on the mat, unmoving. German Boy pulls himself over and makes the cover for an easy 3.

Winner: Little German Boy

Curly: Why the hell did Shane Jackson make that match? I really don't understand him, at all.

Hyena vs ???

Moe: I'm thinking that Hyena is the JWF version of Jeckel.

Curly: But Jeckel isn't Jeckel anymore. He's Drew Carrig. This doesn't make any sense.

Moe: Can you stop being so negative? You have not given Shane Jackson any credit. He put together a whole wrestling federation here.

Hyena heads to the ring, climbs in and waits for his opponent. Several seconds later someone appears at the top of the ramp.

Curly: Oh my god. Am I seeing this right? Shane hired a Taco Bell worker to fight tonight.

The man at the top of the ramp is dressed in a purple visor and shirt, both bear the Taco Bell logo. Hyena stands in the ring, shaking his head. The Taco Bell man climbs into the ring and the match starts. Hyena starts the match with a stiff left hook to the Taco Bell man. The shot rocks Taco Bell man and he falls to the mat. Hyena stand over him scratching his head. After a few seconds he puts one foot on the Taco Bell man's chest. The ref makes the 3 count.

Moe: Now THAT was a quick match! There were only two hits. Hyena hit him and he hit the mat.

Curly: Do you know how old that saying is? Nobody uses it anymore.

Winner: Hyena

Diablo II vs Trav Ismith

Curly: Look at this! I think Shane's creativity is running out. He didn't put a lot of effort into making you guess who these two are supposed to be.

Diablo II heads to the ring. Moments later he's followed by Trav Ismith. As the match starts Diablo II jumps out of the ring and climbs under it. Trav runs to the ropes to see what Diablo II is doing. As Trav is looking over one side of the ropes Diablo II crawls out from under the opposite side of the ring, in his hand he carries a golf club. He get back in the ring and waits for Trav to turn around. Diablo II winds up and as Trav turns around Diablo II nails him in the crotch with a tee shot.

Moe: Right in the Johnson with that driver!

Trav just stands there as holding himself as his eyes start filling with tears. Diablo II tosses away the club. He grabs Trav and hits him with a fisherman's suplex that he bridges to a pin. He only gets a 2 count as Trav gets a shoulder up.

Moe: How was he able to kick out of that?

Diablo II pulls Trav up and throws him into the ropes. As Trav comes back Diablo II drills him with a nasty looking sidewalk slam, then covers. Again he only gets 2. Diablo II pulls Trav to his feet, again, this time he grabs and delivers a highangle backdrop. Trav lands right on the back of his neck. For a third time Diablo II goes for the cover. For a third time he only gets 2. Finally, getting a little frustrated, Diablo II pulls Trav to his feet and throws him into the corner. He charges and knees Trav in the mid-secton. As Trav is bent over in pain Diablo II climbs the ropes. He drops Trav with a top rope Rocker Dropper and covers. Somehow Trav kicks out at 2. Diablo II just sits there looking at Trav.

Moe: Diablo II just doesn't understand how Trav is holding on.

Diablo II slides out of the ring and pick up the golf club he tossed away earlier. He climbs back in the ring and pulls Trav to a standing position. Diablo II steps back and winds up. As he swings Trav side-steps the shot. In a single fluid motion Trav kicks Diablo II in the gut and delivers a DDT. He covers, and amazingly gets the 3.

Winner: Trav Ismith

Andrew Amyethist vs Dachau

Moe: I know Andrew Amyethist is supposed to be Adam Azure, but who is Dachau?

Curly: Don't look at me. I don't care who any of these guys are supposed to be.

Andrew Amyethist walks out to the ring. A hand full of steps behind is Dachau.

Moe: I think Dachau is Heinrich Himmler.

Andrew climvs into the ring, but before Dachau can get in "Higher" by Creed begins filling the arena. The fans immediately turn to the entrance way to see Shane Jackson. He dressed the same as he was when he first appeared, at the beginning of the show. In his hand he had another microphone.

Shane: Ok, I'm calling a halt to this match. I really don't think the fans want to see either of you guys attempt a wrestling match. You two can pack it in and take off. I'll finish the show.

Andrew and Dachau look at each other and shrug their shoulders. The two of them head up the ramp and dissappear back stage. Shane makes his way down the ramp and, surprisingly, climbs into the ring.

Shane: I'm only cutting a ring promo because tonight THIS is MY ring.

A defening cheer explodes from the crowd. Up on the entrance way two men in black suits appear. They casually walk down to the ring and stand outside. Shane doesn't notice them.

Shane: In the last couple of day I've heard a lot of people saying that the CWF is dead. It's not! Sure everal guys have made appearances in the NWA, but that's just to help promote their image. The CWF is alive, and it's coming back soon. What people don't realise is.....

Shane turns and notices the two men, in black suits, standing outside the ring. Now that Shane has noticed them they both climb into the ring and position themselves on either side of the "Natural Wonder".

Man 1: Before you ask....our names aren't important. All that's important is that you come with us.

Shane: Why?

Man 1: That will be explained if you come with us.

Shane: Tell me why and maybe I'll consider it.

Man 2, whose standing behind Shane, put his hand on Shane's shoulder. It only takes Shane a split second to slip the ICWA World Title off his other shoulder, spin around, and smash the guy across the head with it. Man 2 drops to the mat like a pile of rocks. Man 1 quickly locks a choke hold on Shane. Shane breaks the hold with a modified jawbreaker. As Man 1 leans on the rops holding his mouth Shane turns to face him. Behind him Man 2 is recovering from the belt shot. He notices Shane standing with his back turned. He reaches into his pants and pulls out a small stun gun. As Shane approaches Man 1, Man 2 jumps at Shane a stuns him with the stun gun. Shane stands, wobbling for a second, before falling to the mat. The two men in black suits waste no time in pulling Shane from the ring and dragging him up the ramp. As they disappear from sight it's noticed that the ICWA World Title was left laying in the ring.

To Be Continued.......