Las Vegas, as world away from any other city in the United States. It's bright lights and offer of riches draw hundreds of thousands of people to it each year. Some win, some lose but everyone comes away with memories.

Warm afternoon in Vegas. As always the giant 'Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas Nevada' sign stands cordially on the landscape, greeting people as the enter the city. At night the sign is lit up like a nuclear reactor, making sure everyone from miles around can see it. People coming into the city smile at it's greeting, depending on their luck when they leave, they either smile again, or curse it.

Shane Jackson stands infront of the giant Las Vegas sign, his head tilted up looking at it's message. He stands quietly looking up at the sign, as cars flash by entering and exiting the 'City in the Desert'.

Shane: How many people have, since Vegas was built, have whispered hatred toward this sign? A man comes in with a pocket full of money and a beautiful car, he leaves on a Greyhound with a hangover. What can he do but curse this sign and the city it represents.

Shane reaches a hand out and places it on the sign.

Shane: Would people smile to see it crumble, or would they cry at it's destruction?

He gives the sign a push. Nothing happens, it stands as still and as solid as it ever did. Shane pulls his hand from the sign. Where his hand was is now a five grey spots, each one where one of Shane's fingers just was on the sign. Slowly they begin growing and spreading, like paint running over a balloon the grey soon envelopes all the color in the sign, leaving it dull and uninteresting. Shane turns away from the sign, as he does the giant monument begins crumbling, letters fall to the ground, lights crack, poles bend, cement fragments. In seconds the sign has become a pile of rumble, leaving the landscape slightly more empty.

Shane: Have I ever asked for your admiration Sterling? Have I ever looked for your acceptance of what I do? I live my life the way I see fit, as do you. If I want to give half my money to a charity that's my business, do I care what you think? No. You don't care that I dislike the person you are. It doesn't bother you that I don't approve of the way you court the spotlight, but that's fine. What you do and what I do are two totally different things. That's fine. There's something I need to know though, Paul. Have you always expected the world to bow in your presence? You talk like your the biggest dollar in the stack. You play to the camera, you show hold daily press conferences, you sign and endorse everything that crosses your palm, if the CWF wants you to promote it you'll put the Sterling stamp of approval on it stick it in a commercial. You do all this and believe that when you enter a room everyone will bow in your presence. Are they supposed to bow because you're the face of the CWF, or because you're Paul Sterling, or both?

Behind Shane, the grey pile of rubble that used to be the Las Vegas sign, slowly begins rebuilding it's self. Cement starts pulling it's self together as the cracks in the lights begin mending themselves, steel poles straighten themselves out and the letter begin pulling themselves back into place.

Shane: I've always expected you to hurt me Sterling. I expected it from the first moment you mention my name, from the second you made it clear you hated me. You got the men behind you, you've got the power and fame to make my pain long and drawn out. So why haven't you struck before now? Why wait until after our next fight? You could have done it a month ago when Drew was laid up in the hospital. You could have done it after Epic. Why wait so long? Maybe you just wanted to make sure all you bases were covered. Maybe you wanted to get Thornhill and Kneegrow ready for the confrontation. Maybe you wanted to make sure you had an extra guy waiting in the wings just in case. I'm here in Vegas all week Sterling, strike when you're ready.

Shane turns back around to face the rebuilt sign.

Shane: Money comes and money goes, it's what you do with it that counts. You know that already, don't you, Paul. When you're gone all that's left for future generations is the legacy you've built. In your case it'll probably be a giant financial empire with a big jade statue of you holding a fanned out pile of money. For me, I'm not sure how I want to be remembered, but I'm sure you'll waste no time in telling me, will you Sterling?

Shane reaches out and touches the Las Vegas sign again. This time as he removes his hand what's left is five small spots of color. In minutes these spots of color have encircled the sign and it's stands as it did before, before Shane arrived, before the CWF and before Vegas, truly, was Fabulous.