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| In every man there
is the potential for fame. Few men find fame and even
fewer can turn their fame into legend. Early morning fog rolls across a quiet pond. Nothing is awake to disturb the serene silence that fills the air. Everything about the water is untouched, it's like a single sheet of glass streaching from shore to shore. All around the pond the bright grass, deep with dew, waits for the first footfalls to disrupt it's blades. From off camera a flat rock comes sailing into view. It connects with the top of the pond, sending ripples in every direction. After skipping several times the rock sinks silently into the water. Shane Jackson steps into view. He's dressed almost entirely in black, with the exception being the navy blue Cleveland Indian's baseball cap that's flipped backwards on his head. Shane: I've never been disturbed person. I've never been someone that's hard to understand. I'll admit, I was a different person a year ago than I am now, but I'm not any darker than I was then. Ripples, from the rock Shane threw a moment ago, continue to reverberate around the pond. Shane: I used to be like you once Paul. I used to make fun of everyone, taunt and tease who ever crossed my path. I did endless ammounts of commercials, countless autograph signings, uncountable guest appearances. I thought I was on top of the world. I though I couldn't get any bigger than I already was. I walked the walk and I talked the talk, but I wasn't ready for the weight that was dropped on my shoulders. I was too young. By many standards I was still considered a rookie. Slowly the ripples fade away. They wash themselves up onto the shore around the pond. Again, the water stands quiet and still, a silent mirror in the fog. Shane: Time's been good to me. A year away from the game, from the fans and the spotlight allowed me to fully realise the wall I ran into and what I needed to do to move beyond it. Time is on my side, yes it is Cattails at the far end of the pond rustle as a warm breeze blows through the area. Shane: You want to know who the true life blood of the federation is? It's not the Paul Sterlings, the Kevin Williams's, the JP Klashs, or the Gabriele Steels. It's me, Diablo, Smith, Miller, O'Brien, Azazel, and everyone before us. We were what kept the doors of the CWF open, we were the ones who gave everything we had so that guys like you would have a warm building to call home, so that you would have a place to fight. Until you can prove otherwise, to me, you're just the current trend, you're the big movie of the week. Go ahead, go ahead and light up the town A billow of fog inches it's way toward Shane. It begins closing around him, obscuring his image. Shane: Deny me all you want. Keep telling yourself that I'm undeserving of the CWF. Convince yourself that the bar has been raised beyond my grasp. Remember, I'll always be around Shane's image becomes more and more difficult to define. All around him the fog grows thicker, whiter, deeper. Shane: I've never expected anyone to lay down for me. My victories and losses are my own, not the work of someone else. Fight me to the bloody end. Fight me and you'll realise why I'm the "Natural Wonder", you'll understand the Cleveland Express and you'll know why I'm the Saviour of this company. Yeah, time, time, time is on my side Finally the fog consumes the last outlines of Shane's figure. After a moment another warm breeze stirs up the fog and pushes it off in a new direction. As the fog dissipates we are left with the serene beauty of a quiet pond before the day has truly started.
Time is on my Side by the Rolling Stones Time is on my
side, yes it is Now you always
say Oh, time is on my
side, yes it is You're searching
for good times Go ahead, go
ahead and light up the town Well, time is on
my side, yes it is 'Cause I got the
real love |