The sun creeps over the skyline of New Orleans. As it shines it light on the streets of the French Quarter people bustle about heading to work. Among the people on the street is "Natural Woder" Shane Jackson. He's out picking up some breakfast before heading to the arena.

Shane: You got me Adam. I congratulate you. You got me. Gods do walk the earth, or at least they used to. It's funny that you mention mythology. Mythology is part of history. Part of the past. The past is something people remember. When I think of mythology I think of the Greeks, the Romans, and the Vikings.

His Doc Martins and Jeans compliment his blue flamed shirt. His hair is spiked and CK sunglasses cover his eyes. For the sheer attention of it Shane is carrying the ICWA World Title over his shoulder. It boosts his image to the public and helps further spread the audience of the CWF.

People instinctively move out of his way as he walks down the street. Over the last couple of days the residents of New Orleans have quickly caught on to the image of Shane Jackson. They respect him and what he does. They enjoy his personality and what it conveys.

Shane: Vikings believed in mortal gods. Ones that were able to walk the earth, much like you claim Adam. Ragnarok, the end, armageddon. Desrtuction of the Viking gods by one of their own. Loki the trouble maker.

He pauses in front of a small bakery. It takes only a second for him to decide on entering. A few moments later he steps back out to the street. In his right hand he carries a plain, white paper bag. Inside is his breakfast, hot from the oven.

Shane: I can see a Ragnarok in your future Adam. Run as much promotional material as you want for Pepsi, for Chef Boyardee, and for Taco Bell. In the end, your end, it won't matter. I'm going to shake the very roots the federation is built on by retaining MY title.

He starts retracing his steps. He's casually walking back to the arena. He's in no hurry. It's still a while before he is scheduled to be there for a meet and greet with the fans.

Shane: You called me a THING. A thing? Well it's lucky for you I'm well educated on comic books 'cause I want to point out an error to you. Thing is a hero. A superhero. One of the Fantastic 4. I know when you called me a THING you meant it in the most endearing way. You were pointing out that I am the Fantastic 1. Transformed from a mere human to a hero of great ABILITY through the winning of the ICWA World Title. You should feel honored you get the chance to face ME.

On his slow walk back to the arena he takes notice of the many unmarked shops that litter the French Quarter. People randomly enter and exit these mysterious store. There is no indication of what these places hold inside.

Shane: Coke never called you to appear in their ads becasue you aren't a hero. You have no value to the true companies of America.

He rounds a corner and continues walking. As Shane approaches a group of people he can hear them whispering his name. They look up as he nears them. Their eyes instantly catch sight of the golden belt over his shoulder. As his pace carries him past the group they reach out to touch his belt. A smile passes over Shane's face. In his mind he knows that the awe of the ICWA Title was brought about by the fact that it's in his possession.

Shane: As for my mountain. There's a reason for the "great divide". It seperates the true stars from the ones that THINK they are stars. Can you guess which side I'm on? I'm a star. Pure, plain, and simple. I don't want to climb your mountain, I don't NEED to climb your mountain. I've got it all on the top of mine.

As Shane continues on down the street he realises that he has picked up a small following. Many of the people he's passed on his walk back to the arena have started to follow him. Every few feet another person joins the following.

Shane: After tonight all "Accolade" is going to mean is "Resident of Nowheresville". Bring a pillow Adam 'cause your ride on the Cleveland Express isn't going to be smooth.

Shane is within feet of the arena. As he reaches the front entrance he turns to face the crowd. The group stop as the turns to face them. He gracefully slides the ICWA Title from him shoulder to his hand. The group makes no sound. Shane raises the ICWA Title above his head. The people's eyes are locked onto it.

Shane: This is the ICWA World Title. I'm the "Natural Wonder" Shane Jackson, and tonight I face Adam Azure. Will I retain my title? YES! Will I sell out the arena? YES! Will MY match steal the show? YES! Should you all drink Coke? YES!

Everything starts fading to black as Shane preaches to his group of followers.