Scene opens to a darkened movie theater. The camera sits at the back of the theater in the final row of chairs. It can see all the other rows below it. Several rows down sits a man, by himself. He has his arms streached out, over the backs of the chairs, on either side of him. It's reminiscent of the scene from Cape Fear.

Further down in the rows sit scattered pockets of people. A few couples, several families, a handfull of friends, and a bunch of loners. They are all paying attention to the movie and could care less that there is a camera, filming them, at the back of the theater.

Up on the screen the movie "Planet of the Apes" plays. It's nearing the end. Mark Whalberg is just climbing into his spaceship to fly back to his time. As his ship is taking off he looks down at all the apes and humans and the little monkey that gave him the ship. It supposed to be a tender moment in the movie. The whole theater is silent as the scene plays on the screen.

Suddenly the man, sitting by himself, bursts out into a loud, overexagerated, deep, laugh. He's clearly disturbing the other movie goers in the theater. Many of the people turn back and look at him. He just continues his interrupting laugh. He laughs all the way through the twist at the end of the movie.

The credits starts rolling as the man still laughs. The house lights slowly start to come on and brighten up the theater. It easy to see the people getting out of their seats. Almost everyone of them shoot and angry look toward the rude man. He stops laughing. He stops laughing and switches to watching the people, intently, as they gather their things and head toward the exit.

After the last person has left the man turns in his seat, to face the back camera. There is no surprise that it's the "Natural Wonder" Shane Jackson. He sits there looking at the camera, his blue, Hawaiian shirt, is open at the front. No scars are visible. His hair is spiked up, with mousse.

Shane: I love movies. They entertain, create memories, and provide heroes for people to look up to. Much like myself.

Shane smiles.

Shane: Some people might be surprised to see me in such a good mood. Yeah, I lost to Diablo, I'm 0-4, and I've got two guys gunning for me. But for whatever reason I'm not at all worried or upset. Why? Hehe, because I've released that last bit of anger. I was able to work it out of myself last Monday against Diablo.

Up on the movie screen the credit's have ended. Now the projector switches over to the star trivia that's played between movie screenings.

Shane: I could have won on Monday. I had the drive, I had the passion, I had the intensity, but I didn't have the mindset. As Diablo had me in the Last Rites I knew I could have reached the ropes, I could have turned it around and won. I was a step ahead of him the whole match. But as he held me in his move I realised that if I did win, there would be no basis for me to hold that title. I was fighting because of blind rage. I didn't want to win just because of pure anger, so I gave up.

The movie screen flickers with questions about celebrities, the answers and then pictures of the actor. Images of Helen Hunt, Matt Damon, Tim Roth, Martin Lawrence and Ian McKellen flash across the screen. As the pictures appear on the white canvas the people upstairs start piping in some music to fill in the empty background. "Iron Head" by Ozzy and Rob Zombie starts playing quietly.

Shane: Ah yes. Joe and Mikey. How could I forget them?

Shane lets out a laugh and shakes his head.

Shane: Seems you guys are a little jealous because I'm more over with the fans and management around the CWF than you are. Well, I've got a little challenge that might make you guys feel a bit better. Rumor has it that an Explosion is going to fall on Christmas Eve. So, how about the three of us square off, Christmas Eve, in a 3-way match, for the ICWA Title. Sound good?

Shane pauses, as if to expect Joe and Mike's answer.

Shane: I know I wouldn't mind seeing MY ICWA Title sitting under the tree for me this year. Wrapped up nicely with a little card that says "from Mikey and Joe". Hehe, but I'm sure that before you want to get into the whole Christmas thing you'd like to know what I have to say about the tag match this Monday.

A smirk flashes over Shane's face.

Shane: You want to know who or if I have a partner? Right!

"Iron Head" starts fading out.

Shane: If I told you then it wouldn't be a mystery anymore, and I know how much pleasure Joe gets out of mystery opponents.

"Wretched" by Nine Inch Nails begins playing.

Shane: Come Monday night the Cleveland Express is going to be stareing into the eyes of a Looney Toon and his Homeless Buddy. Too bad neither of them have the sense to get off the tracks.

Shane turns away from the camera. He reaches into the seat next to him and pulls up his winter coat with the Blue Jacket's logo on it. He pulls on the coat.

Up on the silver screen another trivia question comes up.

Shane moves to the end of the row and starts walking down the isle

Shane stops at the end of the isle and looks up at the screen.

Shane stands motionless staring up at the screen. A blurry picture appears, it slowly starts taking shape.

A smile creeps across Shane's face. He turns and faces the camera, that still sits at the back of the theater.

Without looking, he raises his arm and points to the movie screen. As he does another picture pops up.

Shane: Hail to the King, baby!

Shane turns from the camera and exits the theater. The camera holds on the picture of Azazel for a few seconds before it fades to black.