Scene opens to a shot of the moon. A full, bright, illuminating moon. There are no clouds overshadowing it. It's being allowed to shine in the night, sheding a white lite on everything on earth. There are many starts tossed randomly through the sky helping to brighten up the night. There is no wind. There is no sound.

Suddenly a scream of pain and terror breaks the silence of the night. The image is now focused on a building in the distance. A paved road leads up to the off-white, institution. From the distance several rooms can be seen with lights on. The majority of them are dark. The land around the institution is empty, covered only in grass, and the occassional tree. There is a large gazebo inhabiting an area near the building, there is nobody in it. Up at the ront of the road is a heavy, rod iron gate. It's purpose is to either keep people in or to keep then out, maybe both.

Another scream is heard coming from the building. A sign comes into view. In cold, solid, uninspiring typeface these words can be seen on the sign: "Blackfield Asylum for the Mentally Troubled"

"Natural Wonder" Shane Jackson can be seen standing next to the sign. His dark hair is geled up. He's wearing a grey calf length duster over his clothes. Under the duster he has on a plain white shirt and navy blue cargo pants. On his feet he's wearing a pair of mock Doc Martin boots. He is leaning against the sign, facing the institute. He's staring up at the sky, ignoring the high pitched screams that are coming from the building. He has his hands infront of him. His left on top of the right, holding it's wrist. Shouting is now heard from the building. unlike the screams which seemed to be a woman's, the shouting is definately from a man.

Shane: I can see why you like it here so much M-Blood. Seems very....cozy. Heh.

A person comes running out of the building. Their arms are wrapped heavily around their body via a straight jacket. Moments later two orderlies in white scrubs come running out of the building after the escaped person. One is carrying a needle, the other a shock stick. The person, a woman, is able to make it to the rod iron gates. Which are only a few feet away from where Shane is leaning against the sign. When she reaches the gates she begins screaming at Shane. She's begging him to open the gates and let her out. Shane stands watching, smiling at her. Within seconds the two orderlies reach the gate. The one jolts her with the shock stick. She falls to her knees, still yelling to Shane. She is shocked again with the stick. She wobbles for a second, then falls to the ground, on her side. The second orderlie then bends down and injects the needle into her leg. He then picks her up on his shoulder and the two men begins walking back to the building.

Shane: I understand the doctors here have semi diagnosed you. Schitzophrenia and Multiple Personality Disorder being your main problems. It's seems like you really have your plate full, with this, plus being IC champion and all. Are they planning on attempting to help you rid yourself of your demons, or are they just going to let you sit in an isolated room all day and shoot you full a drugs? I'm thinking they're just using you to build a name for this pathetic little institution they call an Asylum.

The two orderlies reach the building. The one carrying the lady enters first, followed by the one with the stun stick.

Shane: Tell you what M. I'm going to do for you something that none of the doctors in this place are willing to. I'm going to give you a little advice that might just make the voices go away and help you live a normal life again. I'm sure that's what you want. Right.

Shane takes a deep breath in preperation of what he's going to say.

Shane: In Eastern, Buddist, philosophy it is believed that people are continually at conflict with each other. People are always "throwing arrows" at each other. Every time someone says something mean they are throwing an arrow at you. Everytime someone cuts you off in traffic they are throwing an arrow. Anytime anything remotley bad or unjustifiable happens it's an arrow directed at you. The catch is though that none of the arrows ever hits you. Not a single one. They all just fall at your feet. You are the one that picks up the arrow and stabs yourself with it. You.

Shane pauses for a minute to let the word, seemingly, fall to the ground.

Shane: What this means M. is that you are the one that has let all you problems, hatred and unresolved issues get to you. You are walking areound with so many "arrows" stuck in you that you can't deal with it. You mind was unable to keep control of everything that was happening to you, so it created new personalities to help you cope with your problems. One of these problems is mine and MaXx Graves attack on you and Jeckel last Sunday. You think that by attempting to deal with ME in the ring that it's going to make some of your problems go away.

Shane shakes his head no.

Shane: If anything it's gonig to create more. First off you don't even want me you want MaXx. Second you can't beat ME anyway, that has already been determined. So what you might as well do is, this Sunday, take an extra day of rest. I'll make sure those orderlie friends of yours let you out in the yard to play for a few hours.

Shane uncrosses his arms.

Maybe you're thinking, though, that you have a chance against me. That you have a chance to beat ME, Shane Jackson. No. Not in the least. If, by some slim margin, you gain the upper hand in the match, then you should expect to have MaXx smoking you up side the head with a steel chair.

Shane reaches into a pocket in his duster. He takes out a packet of Malboro cigarettes.

Shane: Possibly, you think, Jeckel is going to come and help you, seeing as how you were both left laying in the ring, and how you are both in danger of loosing you titles at "The Return". I wouldn't count on it. It's common knowledge that Jeckel is only in the game for himself. You having your head turned inside out with a steel chair is no concern of his. So instead of facing humiliation at MY hands this Sunday, why don't you ask the orderlies to let you touch your IC title one last time, before MaXx strips it from you next week.

Shane pulls the top off the packet of cigarettes. He turns it upside down and lets the sticks fall to the ground. He tosses away the emtpy packet. He bends down and scoops up 2 of the cigarettes, leaving the rest on the ground. He reaches into his pocket and takes out a lighter. He holds both cigs so they are standing straigh up. He lights one of them, but makes no motion to smoke it. He takes the lit cigarette and places it on top of the sign, so the lit end is pointing up to the sky.

Shane: Watch this cigarette M. It represents you. Your mentality, slowly burning away. Soon there will be nothing left.

Shane lights the other one and places it on the sign next to the first. It is positioned in the same manner.

Shane: And this one. This one represents how much longer Jeckel is going to hold on to the World Title before he steps on the tracks and get run down by the Cleveland Express.

Shane smiles. Then turns and walks away leaving the pile of cigarettes on the grouns and the two burning on top of the sign. The picture focuses on the 2, slowly and unevenly burning cigarettes. The picture begins fading out.