Scene opens to a paked arena. There are thousands of people packed into seats to watch another momentous CWF/ICWA battle. They scream and cheer and chant for their favorite stars. They hold signs saying "Bring me a lunch", "Wilbur 3:16", "I'm the Dragon, not you", as well as uncountable others. This house show is just gettig started. As the announcers take their seats and start to comentate over some of the preceedings. They make sure to mention that first up the "Natural Wonder" Shane Jackson is going to be making his very first, in ring promo tonight.

Just as they finnish announching this "Higher" by Creed somes on and Shane Jackson appears at the top of ramp. The fans immediately begin to boo him. He stands at the top of the ramp, with a very cocky grin on his face. The ICWA World Title hangs over his shoulder. He's wearing a gold shirt, open at the front, to reveal the healing injuries he still has. His hair, gelled up. Sunglasses, Oakleys, over his eyes. He's wearing a pair of black pants and a black shoes. In his hand he carries a microphone. He takes his time walking down to the ring, as if he's soaking in the boos. He climbs up onto the apron and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. He raises the title in the air as the fans continue to boo him. He gets into the ring and proceeds to each of the other turnbuckles and repeats the process. He then moves to the center. The fans quiet to hear what he has to say.

Shane: Look at that, Jackson's so sassy he didn't even loose his sunglasses! For the benefit of the fans I'm going to allow you 5 seconds of picture time.

A handfull of flashes go off. A few fans, who like Jackson, begin to cheer, but then quickly quiet down.

Shane: Now I'd like to be serious for a minute. I understand that I have a match against "Mr. TNN" John Miller on Sunday for my Wold Title. Now I've been paying a lot of attention to Miller, and I notice that there are people accusing him of being a rip-off. Of stealing other gimmics and ideas. Well, I hate to disappoint those people, but their wrong. "Mr. TNN" is the most original person I've ever met. In fact as I look out over the millions and millions of my fans, I know that Miller, is absolutley, with out a doubt, the best damn personality the ICWA has to offer. Oh it's true, it's damn true.

The fans suddenly break out into cheers for Shane Jackson when they finally realize what it is he's doing.

Shane: You know how I know this, you know how I know Miller is original. It's because I am the Iatolla of Rock and Rolla. Wooo.

The fans erupt into even more cheers.

Shane: Miller, just because I think you are a real, and true to who you are doesn't mean that I'm going to take it easy on you this Sunday. No. This Sunday when you step in the ring with The Game you're going to find out why I'm the Whole F'N Show.

As he says that he points to himself with his thumbs. The fans burst into cheers again.

Shane: "Mr. TNN" get ready to meet "Mr. Monday Night"...

Jackson points to himself.

Shane: "Mr. PPV"...

Jackson points to himself for a third time.

Shane: The Quintesential Stud Muffin. The "Natural Wonder" Shane Jackson.

The fans explode with a Jackson chant that circles the arena.

Shane: Ya hear me sucka. I'm the dirtiest playa in the game. IF YA SMELL LA LA LA LA, what the Jackson......is cookin.

The Jackson chant get's even louder.

Shane: Oooohh Yeah. If you fans want to see me kick Miller's @$$ on Sunday, gimme a Hell Yeah.

The fans scream "Hell Yeah".

Shane: Miller, get ready to take a ride on, wooo, Space Mountain.

Shane starts doing the strut.

Shane: You're gonna soon find out why I'm the beast from the east. Why they used to call me the Hulk, back in high school. On Sunday get ready to step into my world. Into the middle of Hulk-a-mania.

The fans start doing the Queen, stomp, stomp clap.

Shane: I'm the best their is, the best their was, and the BEST, their ever WILL BE. When I get going I'm like a rabid wolverine, Miller. So if you think you've got the testicular fortitude to face me on sunday you know where to find me. Slap Nutz. Be warned. I'm not opposed to taking that singapore cane of yours, shining up real nice and stickin' it STRAIGHT UP, your roody-poo CANDY @$$.

The fans bust into more cheers.

Shane: Shut up! What? Shut up! Now, I'm gonna put Miller asider for a minute and address all the ladies out there. I know each and every one of you wanna go pimpin' the nation with the great one. What I'd like to have now is all you high-rollin' outback sweathogs to keep the noise down while I take my shirt off and let the ladies take a look at the sexiest man alive. I just want you all you little boys to know you're takin the gamble of your life letting your ladies see my Ravishing body. You're going to soon find out WHY, I've got all the ladies hopin' and prayin', thinkin' of me and masturbatin'.

Shane takes off his gold shirt as the ladies start going nuts. As he removes his shirt and tosses it away the arena fill with flashes from all the women taking pictures.

Shane: Get ready for S2J! I'm the Bad Guy. You listening. Miller. Hey Yo!

The fans immediately jump into an eXXtreme chant.

Shane: You're not an individual you one of the eXXtreme. And when you're eXXtreme, you're eXXtreme 4 life.

Shane raises his hand in the air showing 4 fingers.

Shane: I know that everyone here in the souther hemisphere are all askin' themselves the universal question. Who better than Jackson? Can you feel the BANG Miller?

Shane put his hands in the air in the shape of a diamond then makes a motion as if he's pullin it apart.

Shane: I'm gonna style and profile and you're goinna bleed ALL night long. Woo.

The fans break out into another Jackson chant.

Shane: I'm startin to get a little tired or this so I'm gonna sum all this up real quick so I can go to the back and your sister can show me her Puppies. Miller, on Sunday Massacre I'm gonna walk down that isle, climb in this ring, and I'm going to kick your @$$ in 30 second. THEN, I'm gonna go back stage and make out with your mother.

Shane turns to leave the ring, then he stops for a second.

Shane: Before I go I would just like to unveil the brand new name of the ICWA's Sunday Massacre. Slim Jim, hit it.

The screen above the entrance flashes to life.

Shane: Because I feel I'm not getting the recognition I deserve, from now on it's going to be know as...

Up on the screen 3 words flash.

Massacre

Is

Jackson

Shane: Thank you. Have a nice day.

Shane tosses away the mic and climbs out of the ring. He struts his way up the ramp. When he gets to the top turns back to the ring and raises thie ICWA World Title above his head.

Above him on the video screen the first 3 words are replaced with some new ones.

Jackson 3:16 say I just whipped your @$$.

Thou shalt not mess with the "Natural Wonder".

Shane smiles to himself, he turns and leaves the stage as the fans continue to chant his name.