Shane: A GOD....Adam, a GOD. God's are the ones that reign above the earth. They hold power in a place no mortal man can see. God's don't walk the earth. They don't ride around in cars, drink Pepsi, or need fancy titles in front of their names. They are, simply, God's. No more. No less.

Shane is sitting in the, empty, floor seats of the Louisiana Superdome. He's six rows back from the barrier seperating the fans from the wrestlers. He's dressed in his ring attire. In his hand he holds a bottle of water.

Shane: When I look at you I see everything BUT a God. I see a loud, egotistical, overblown Canuck who doesn't have enough sense to know when he's going to be beaten. Louisiana is going to be the turning point in your career. It's going to mark the first time your beaten by ME.

Looking at Shane you can tell that he's been busy. His hair is a messed up and sweat glistens on his body. He's been prepairing for his match against Adam.

Shane: You keep trying to make yourself a bigger mountain. All your really doing is digging up the one you're standing on. The more you dig, Adam, the small YOUR mountain gets. As for me. I stand on my mountain and look across the great divide at yours. All I can do is laugh beceause I see the futility in your attempt. No MAN can build himslef a mountain and a God wouldn't need to.

He gets up and starts walking toward the ring.

Shane: You asked a question. What is the CWF's obsession with your ass? I can answer that one for ya. Your ass is like a kid with glasses, it's just begging to be harassed.

Shane stops when he gets to the guard barrier.

Shane: I look back at that flyer I made of you. I look at my remix of your name, "AKool-aid". I looked at those things and it crossed my mind that I was wrong to do that. Why? Kool-aid is fun. Kool-aid is a good time. Kool-aid is liquid cocaine. Why do you think the Kool-aid man is always smiling? He's on a constant sugar high. When I called you the "AKool-aid" I was wrong. Adam isn't fun. Adam isn't a good time. Adam doesn't make millions of kids happy when they see him. He doesn't even bust through brick walls and shout "OOHHH YEAH", which I figure a God should be able to do. You aren't the Kool-aid man Adam. No, you're more like Chef Boyardee. You may think what you do is good, but trust me children everywhere DON'T thank you.

Shane jumps up on the guard rail. He takes a long drink from his bottle of water before tossing it aside.

Shane: I don't quiver in my bed at night, Adam. I don't hide under the covers, or cry myself to sleep. When I go to bed I sleep, I sleep well. In my mind I know that there isn't a single person in this federation that has what I have. There isn't a single person that has the gifts and talents that I have. Not even you Adam. You come close, about as close as anyone can come to me. Your only short fall is that YOU AREN'T ME. There is only ONE "Natural Wonder". There is only ONE ICWA World Champion. There is only ONE megastar, and there is only one Cleveland Express. Try as hard as you can Adam, you'll never match me.

Shane hops down from the barrier. He starts climbing up the steel steps toward the ring.

Shane: You might want to bring one of those inflateable hemmroid donut's to the arena tonight Azure. I have a feeling you might want to sit on it when the match is over and you're trying to figure out how you lost. Get ready to ride the High Ride 'cause it's coming around and your next in line.

Shane steps up onto the apron. He pulls on the ropes a little bit to get a feel for how tight they are. He steps through the ropes and moves to the center of the ring where he starts streaching and loosening up. From the speakers, around the arena, his music starts playing. The last image we see, before everything fades to black, is of Shane smiling.