V/O: What about me? What about Shane? It's cliche, I know, but it serves it's purpose. What about me? Where are my odds? Where's the predictions on me winning? Everyone is saying how Bob Decot has the best chance, that everyone else is too far behind him to be considered. Maybe their right. Maybe noone else has the same chances as Decot. Jonathan Thomas pedicts that I might make it to the Wargames, but my run will end there. Is he right? I wonder.

The screen is black. Noises can be picked up behind Shane's voice over. Sounds of people yelling, every now and then a siren sounds. Lots of low mumbling.

V/O: Are my chances different from everyone else? Why? Is it because I didn't have a traumatic life growing up? My father never beat me, my mother never walked out on us. My siblings are all still alive, my parents, still married. I was never picked on when I was little, never molested or sodomized by a peer or mentor. I've had my hardships, but they seem to pale in comparison to everyone elses. I've never been homeless, never been locked away from society. I don't have a psychotic brother, or one that's gone missing. I didn't become a wrestler because it ran in the family, or because it allowed me to legitimately pound the crap out of people. I did it because it's what I wanted since I was a child.

Still nothing appears on screen. The sounds in the backgrounds remain.

V/O: Decot doesn't even care to recognise me. Should he? I may be an unforseen threat. Does he care? No. Travis Smith claims I'm still living in the ICWA. What makes him think that? Is it becasuse I hold the title? Or because I have it tattooed on my left arm? I live with a part of the ICWA. I know it's gone, I know the only people that can say they were truly a part of it are my biggest enemies, and my best friends. Perhaps I don't need the CWF title. I feel like a World Champion with what I have.

The lense cap is removed from the camera. Shane is standing in the middle of an underground betting facility. He' wearing his Doc's, baggy grey contractors jeans and a black snakeskin belt. His shirt, one that he's worn before, is black with many litle prints of the ICWA title all over it. The last time he wore this shirt was when he first held the title, back with eXXtreme and the ICWA. The ICWA title rests over his shoulder.

Shane: With this title. MY title.

Shane rests a hand on the face of the belt.

Shane: In my eyes this title is a big as the CWF World Title. What about Azure's Universal Title? It says it all. Universal, not World. Bigger, better, brighter. Am I kissing up to him? Not purposely. I will give him a hand though. Adam was smart enough to create himself a title that even the World Champion has to bow to. Do I eny him for that? Yes.

A few feet away from Shane is a bookmaker's window. There is a line up infront of it. A man stands next to the window, he works for the bookee. He's dressed in a teal suit with a black shirt underneath. The man's face is reminiscent of Christopher Walken's. Behind the window the bookee sits, his face buried in a ledger. His attire is difficult to make out from behind the desk he sits at. When he speaks though he sounds much like Joe Pesci. Behind him on the wall is a huge white board, there are odds and percentages for all the major sporting events for the next week. One column on the board holds the title CWF Finale. Each wrestler involved in the PPV has their odds listed by their name. Diablo 3-1, Decot 5-1, Azure 7-1, Smack 7-1. Sebastian 10-1, Smith 10-1......Miller 500-1. Miller's name sits at the bottom of the list, below even Tempest and Scorpion who are both pulling in 400-1 odds. Strangely enough Shane's name appears below Smith's, but there are no odds associated to him.

Shane moves into line behind a slightly overweight man. For what ever reason the man is sweatting profusley.

Shane: I don't usually sit around pondering all these questions. I know how they all relate to me. I'm very self-actualized. I talk big, and I know I can back up what I say. I've got an ego and a sense of humor that get me into trouble. I have a hundred different catch-phrases and just as many aliases. All part of my appeal. The fans know when they see something they like, and they like me.

The line moves up quickly until the man infront of Shane is standing at the window. The man is sweating more, now, than he was before.

Man: Uh...can...can I put $300 down for the CWF Finale?

Bookee: Look what we have here. You still owe on the Miller match from Monday. Where's my money?

Man: I'm..I'm..I'm going to get you the..the money. I have a tip on who's going to get the Title.

Bookee: Give me the name.

Man: I just need you to advance me $300.

Bookee: Give me the fuckin' name!

Man: Sebastian.

The bookee quickly scans through his ledger.

Bookee: OK, I'll give it to you. But you still owe me for Monday. Just to make sure you remember, Johnny.

Johnny, the guy in the teal suit, pulls the man out of line.

Johnny: This is gonna really hurt.

He drills the man in the stomach, hard. The man doubles over in pain. Johnny then pulls back and hauls off right on the guy's nose. The nose lets off a dull crunch. Blood starts pouring from the man's nose as he screams in pain. Johnny releases his grip on the guy and moves back to his place next to the booking window just as Shane steps up.

Bookee: Well, Shane. How nice to see you again. Here to place another bet on yourself? You know how much I value your partonage.

Shane: I know, I know. You've always been good to me.

Bookee: Because you are a good investment.

Shane: Here ya go. I'll put $500 on myself and...

Bookee: Hold on my friend. I never recieved any odds for you. What do you think is fair?

Shane: How about 11-2.

Bookee: How does that work out?

Shane smiles.

Shane: Because I'm twice the man anyone else is.

The bookee laughs.

Bookee: True enough Shane, true enough. $500 on you, anything else?

Shane: I'll put another 5 on Decot.

The bookee scribbles the bets in his ledger. He and Shane make a little more small talk, then part ways. As Shane steps out of the like he shakes hands with Johnny, and tells him to keep up the good work. Picture fades to black as Shane leaves the bookmakers place.