When you were little what did you do at night when something scared you? You'd pull the blankets over your head and pray that the monster went away. You'd hope that what ever was hiding under you bed or lurking in your closet would just disappear. You mind would run wild creating huge scenarios of horrible looking trolls and goblins that were going to snatch you up the second you closed your eyes. A pile of clothes, in the dark, looked like a giant ogre that was going to steal you out of your room. In the dark there were things to fear but once the lights came on all the monsters ran for the cover of the shadows.

Do you remember why you used to pull the blankets over your head when you got scared? Because your bed felt safe, if you pulled the cover over your head then your whole body was safe, nothing could reach you as long as you were shrouded in the safety of your bed.

Since his loss on Glory, four days ago, Shane Jackson has spent little time outside his Cleveland home. In the past two days alone he's barely left his bed. Thoughts of his recent loss, his current state and his future have occupied his mind to an unending extent. Shane lays half dressed, on his bed, his finger intertwined behind his head. It's apparent that he hasn't shaved in a few days because his face is burden with heavy five o'clock shadow. Laying next to Shane on the bed is a television remote.

Shane: In the last few days I've had a feeling. A feeling I don't want to believe. Sterling may be better than me. He's got more power, more influence, more control over what happens behind the scenes. Thornhill's only just started to warm his seat within the Cash Money Mafia and already Sterling has someone else coming in. I'm out gunned, I can't fight a whole team of guys. Maybe this is it, maybe it's finally done. I was ready to defend the Pro Title with every fiber of my being but maybe I should just admit defeat and hand it over to Sterling.

A phone can be heard ringing from another room. Shane makes no attempt to get out of bed to go answer it.

Shane: Should I throw in the towel and just end this? I can step out of the ring and walk away again. This time for good. No come backs, no surprise appearances, no title defenses, just life. A real life. I won't have to watch my back or check the shadows for enemies. I can live my life in peace, nobody challenging me, saying they're better than me, trying to prove they can break my spirit........

Shane trails off in thought before he can finish his sentence. After a few moments of thinking he swings his legs off the bed and plants them firmly on the floor.

Shane: NO!! This is because of Sterling! He wants me in this downward spiral. He wants me to riddled with self doubt. If he an beat me at Epic it'll only prove that he's destined to be the leader of the CWF. I can't let that happen. Sterling is the last person that should be leading anyone.

 Reaching to the floor Shane grabs a worn, navy blue Zig-Zag T-shirt and pulls it on.

Shane: What can I do? I need to throw Sterling off. Just for a minute, just to prove I can push him as hard as he's pushing me. Paul and the CSM need to know that I won't let my self be as easy a target as they think. I'm not going to stand still and let them beat me down. I won't let them dictate my future. For the last few days I truly believed my passion for wrestling was gone, that the surge of energy I got from holding my old ICWA belt was just distant memories resurfacing. My mission, my goal is to prove that I'm as good as I ever was. I'm still the "Natural Wonder", I'm still the Savior of the CWF and I'm still Shane Jackson.

Shane moves to his closet and grabs his black duster and a pair of shoes. He pulls on his shoes and begins to slip on the duster as he makes his way to the door of his bedroom. He steps out into his living room as he pulls his bedroom door shut behind.