Shane sits at a large confrence table. It's located in the 'bithday room' of Chucky Cheese. The walls are covered with pictures of presents and birthday cakes. A large banner above the table reads "Happy Birthday Shane Jackson".

Shane is dressed in a pair of Adidas sneakers, and Dockers pants. His black shirt has patterns of birthday candles on it. His hair is gelled and a pair of CK sunglasses rest on his forehead. Surrounding the table are many seats. Each with a little placecard in front of it. The names on the cards of of all the CWF wrestlers. Everyone from Travis Smith to Bob Decot. Klaus Steiman to Terminator. John Miller to Red Tank. Every name is there. Near the head of the table sit the members of Shane's stable, behind their place cards. Sgt. Plasto, Uncle Ben and Mr. T. Though none of the CWF wrestlers are there to fill their seats Shane has found suitable replacements for them. Their promotional merchandise. Over the back of each of the chairs hangs a t-shirt bearing the likeness of each of the wrestlers.

On the table in front of Shane sits a birthday cake and a huge pile of presents. On the cake is written "The CWF's own Natural Wonder. Happy Birthday"

Each of the presents on the table bears a little tag. They are all "To Shane, From (your name here)". Oddly enough all the cards on the presents are written in the same handwriting as the place cards.

Shane: Wow! This is great. Who would have thought the WHOLE CWF would turn out for MY birthday. This is unreal.

Shane looks around the table smiling.

Shane: Before I start opening my presents I want to thank you all for coming. This is going to the best birthday I've ever had.

Shane reaches into the pile of presents and pulls one out. The tag reads

To: Shane, From: John Miller

Shane pulls the wrapping off, and yanks open the small box. Inside is a note and a cheque.

Shane: "Shane, if it wasn't for you the CWF would be nothing. You have made this the greatest federation on earth. As a token of my appreciation I am going to give you a raise. Expect to be the highest paid wrestler on the roster. John Miller" Thank you John. You know you should have probably given me this raise back when I won the ICWA World Title.

He puts the opened gift aside and reaches for another.

To: The Natural Wonder, From: Jeckel

He quickly opens the gift. Inside is a note and a picture.

Shane: "Jackson, fighting you was the pinnacle of my career. Enjoy YOUR year, you deserve it. Jack Jeckel" Yes, yes I do deserve it.

The picture is from several months ago. It's of Jeckel standing next to the cardboard cutout that Shane had made of him. The picture is signed: To Shane, From Jeckel. I never knew you could make me look so good.

Both the note from John and Jeckel are written in the same writing as the place cards and the gift tags.

Shane pushes Jeckel's gift aside and goes for another.

To: Shane Jackson, From: Red Tank

Shane: Hmm, I think I can probably guess what Red Tank bought me.

Shane pushes the gift aside without even opening it.

He reaches in again and grabs hold of another gift.

To: The Cleveland Express, From: Klaus Steinman

He shreads to paper and rips open the box. Inside, again, is a note, and a package of sausages.

Shane: "Dear Shane. I Klaus Steinman have reverred and admired you forever. You are MY god. Please accept my petty gift of german sausages." Oh, that wasn't necessary Klause. Just knowing you admire me is enough.

He slides Klaus's gift out of the way and reaches for more.

To: My Greatest Opponent Shane Jackson, From: Adam Azure

Shane opens the gift. Inside is a letter.

Shane: "Shane Jackson. After facing you I now understand why you are called the "Natural Wonder". I was wrong to ever doubt you. I have given you the one thing that was, and is closest to my heart. You are what it embodies. 'Accolade' Adam Azure"

Shane lifts a layer of tissue paper out of the box. Under the tissue paper is a replica of Adam Azure's Universal Title. Shane lifts the belt out of the box with his left hand. With is right he wipes away an imaginary tear from his eye.

Shane: Adam. You have just made my birthday. I don't think I could have asked for a better gift. This makes Miller's raise, Jeckel's picture, and Steinman's sausages look like garbage. I don't know how to repay you....I'll think of something though.

Shane smiles as he holds the Universal Title. Everything begins to fade to black.