It's almost a prerequiset for childhood, the arena. Every person has at least one memory of something they saw in an arena. Wether it's a Circus, a Hockey game, a comicbook convention or a concert, every kid has been to an arena for a reason.

It's strange how a bunch of cement walls and steel girders are able to hold the beginnings of so many people's live within it's silent form.

With the ring built, the pyros set, the lights cued and the crowd barriers in place there is little need for any member of the CWF production crew to be in the arena. With no crowd scheduled until tomorrow the janitors have no reason to even come into work today.

In the entire building there are only three people. One is a worker restocking the vending machines, Hostess and Oh Henry's, that's his life. Second is a Coach for the local NHL farm team, he's packing up his office because the team's owner has just released him from his contract, too many losses, not enough call ups. Third is Shane Jackson, the "Natural Wonder". He sits out near ringside. Seat 32, Row G, Section C.

One of Shane's feet rest on the back of the seat infront of him. A Cleveland Browns jersey can be seen under his black duster.

It's dark, and hell is hot

A song plays through the arena's sound system. It's loud enough to be heard but not loud enough to be overpowering.

Ain't no sunshine when it's on

Only darkness every day

Ain't no sunshine when it's on, cause when it's on

ya niggaz know to be gone, everytime, cause we don't play

Shane lets the words of the song wash over him, allowing them to sink into his skin and create a sense of euphoria.

Shane: Already they're shying away from dealing with me. They'd rather pretend I don't exist than acknowledge me. They're scared of who I am.

"Who turned out the lights?" is what niggaz be sayin

Now you don't wanna fight, but y'all niggaz be playin

Thinkin it's alright, keep playin with that role

And you gonna know the night, when you layin in that hole

Every word that leaves the speakers hangs in the air. Every sentence has a meaning, they all have weight and their almost strong enough to be visible in the empty arena.

Shane: Carrig and the rest of the 'New Breed' are running damage control on Diablo and MPR. Even though Diablo's group and I have the same common goal, MPR is going about it wrong. They're running blind down the wrong path. Being reckless will get you quickly noticed but it'll also tear you up and burn you out. If MPR's allowed to do as they please for a few weeks they'll get tired, they'll get bored and move on. The more people fight them the more reason they have to stay and cause havoc.

Dirt gettin tossed in yo' grave, now it's all over

Preacher said "You was brave," but now it's all over

You just one of the many, plenty, I done gave it to

Ain't no savin you

Shane eases his leg off the seat infront of him. He pushes himself to his feet and begins shuffling along the aisle toward the stairway.

Shane: To Sterling I've become a cheap pop from drunken crowd. To Williams I'm a quick mention in between fat jokes directed at Flabulus. To Carrig I'm not even worth booking. Keep your backs turned to me, I prefer it when my enemies are unaware of the plans I lay.

No matter how many tears your moms' cried

Ain't gon bring yo' ass back, plus in hell you gon' fry

Why? But now the only two relative questions

is "Do we bury him or burn? Any suggestions?"

Shane reaches the stairway and begins descending toward the empty solitude of the ring. Even with the music attempting to fill the arena his footfalls still echo on the concrete steps.

Shane: Leave me out of the action, I'll find a way back in. Hold me from the ring, I'll make my presence know outside. Bury me at the bottom of the roster, I still won't go away.

Either way, you up out of here for good

Now when niggaz mention your name they knockin on wood

Did I, get my, point across?

Another body on the shottie another joint I toss

Shane swings himself over the crowd barrier at the bottom of the stairs and steps up to the side of the ring. He slowly extends his left hand and grabs hold of the middle rope. He allows himself to feel it's texture, it's restraint, it's power.

Shane: Most wrestlers take the ropes for granted. They only see them as a saftey precaution. 'They're only there to keep me from falling out of the ring', a very shortsighted mentality. These ropes go far beyond saftey. They're a tool, if used right they can make all the difference in the world.

Ain't no sunshine when it's on

Only darkness every day

Ain't no sunshine when it's on, cause when it's on

ya niggaz know to be gone, everytime, cause we don't play

everytime, cause we don't play..

everytime, cause we don't play..

In the ring two ghostly figures apparate. Wrestlers long since gone from this earth, long deceased before even the CWF existed. One wears a pair of yellow trunks, curly golden hair shines on his head. His opponent wears red trunks, a mess of brown hair adorns him.

Shane stands outside the ring watching the two translucent figures tie up.

Shane: I want every member of the 'New School' to take a moment and think. I want you to think about wether you're important enough to become part of the memories of this arena. Are you? Will someone thirty years from now remember who you are and who you face tonight? Will you say something or do something that impacts on a child so much that they use it as their guiding light into the future?

It ain't no sunshine when the Dark Man comes out

And I want mine, so I plan to keep my gun out

We got four 9's, so niggaz run in and run out

But I bust mine, cause I'd like to hear some shouts

In the ring the two figures begin going through a series of moves. Arm drag, headlock, elbow to the gut, body slam, leg drop....

Shane continues to watch, his eyes never leave the action in the ring.

Shane: Listen to this song. Hear it's words. Find a meaning.

Get at me dog, niggaz know how its goin dizzy

When it comes to that flow, I gets busy

Who is he? Dark Man, of the unknown

One dog, one bone

In the ring the man in red struggles, towards the ropes as an STF is applied to his leg.

Shane's attention never wavers from their battle.

Now who ain't goin home? Looks like you

You hear strike one, talkin shit, strike two

Won't be a strike three, cause I don't play fair

I'ma look you in your eye while he hit you from the rear

The man in red reaches the ropes and the hold is broken. He get to his feet, lays a shot across the yellow man's jaw, then picks him and a slams him to the mat. As the man in yellow hits the mat everything jumps to black. Only thing left is the song as it runs it's course.

Be like - yeah, holdin you up cuz you fallin (WHAT?)

The Lord ain't comin, 'til niggaz stop callin

You was ballin, a minute ago, in it for dough

'til it was, "Yo, I swear to God, I didn't know"

Ain't no sunshine when it's on

Only darkness every day

Ain't no sunshine when it's on, cause when it's on

ya niggaz know to be gone, everytime, cause we don't play

everytime, cause we don't play..

everytime, cause we don't play..

And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Whatchu think you gon' get, fuck around with my dough

Just so it ain't no mistakes, this is my show

One (one) two (two) three, here I go!

Your shit is quick, and your shit is slick, but this shit is thick

Ain't you hear this shit? Damn right, I can finish shit

If you caught that verse without a rewind you can see mine

but you be blind, I'll do it 360 and come up from behind

Tap you on your shoulder, have you turnin around

Hit you with somethin that'll have you burnin the ground

Be like, "Damn, ain't nuttin left of money, but a pile of ash"

Life is good, so please enjoy it while it lasts

Cause you know ain't got much longer to go

The quicker you go depends on the stronger the flow

And niggaz know, I don't give a FUCK, right or wrong

There ain't no sunshine when it's on

Ain't no sunshine when it's on

Only darkness every day

Ain't no sunshine when it's on, cause when it's on

ya niggaz know to be gone, everytime, cause we don't play

everytime, cause we don't play..

everytime, cause we don't play..

Credit to DMX, No Sunshine, Exit Wounds Soundtrack