Louisiana. A state filled with good times, and mystery. As much as you know about Louisiana, you don't know everything. It's a party state. You go to Louisiana to have a good time, to have fun. The Mardis Gras brings hundreds of people, from all over the world, to the state. People spends hundreds of dollars each year to be part of one of the greatest celebrations in the world.

People come to Louisiana without knowing what to expect. New Orleans. A city with a deep background in slavery and the french language. Superstition is an integeral part of every day life. Voodoo, Black Magic, Shamans, Baron Samedi, these things are all part of the other side of this place. If a tourist takes a wrong step somewhere he can easily find himself cursed or hexed.

The buildings throught New Orleans showcase it's rich heritage. Many of them are old, very old. They have seen much in their time. No building is without a story.

Shane steps through a door and out onto a rooftop. He wears his Doc Martin's and a pair of Dockers pants. His shirt is black with blue/white skeletons burning in a bronze flame. His hair is geled and CK sungalsses cover his eyes. The "ICWA" tattoo on his left arm is easily visible. His, once bare, right arm now bears a tattooed symbol. "Cleveland Forever". Around his waist is belted the ICWA World Title. Over his shoulder he carries a full garbage bag.

He walks across the roof and steps up to the edge of the building. Shane looks down at the street, the city, and the people below. He smiles for a second before dropping the garbage bag, from his shoulder, to the roof. Reaching in with one hand he flings a stack of flyers over the side of the building. They float, effortlessley, through the air. In seconds they've spread through the street with their message.

Shane: Are you ready for tomorrow, Adam? We're finally going to meet. Face to face, toe to toe, ego to ego. It's going to be amazing. No matter how it plays out we both know that only one of us is going to win. That ONE will be ME. I haven't come this far in life to loose what I have to you.

Shane reaches into the garbage bag again and tosses out another handfull of flyers.

Shane: I looked at the card for tomorrow night. I looked at the matches before us, and the one after. Why are they trying to pass off a second Main Event? It's not possible. WE ARE the Main Event. Just having our names, side by side, on the same piece of paper means the buy rate is going to be through the roof. Why cheapen the show with a poor 2nd Main Event? The fans don't want it, and the viewers won't buy it.

For a third time he reaches into the garbage bag and for a third time he throws a mess of papers over the street.

Shane: I know how much you want MY title. You're hungry for gold. I'm not about to let you take it from me. There's a stadium full of people that want to see you loose tomorrow. I'm not about to disappoint them. You've talked about stopping me. You claim you're the one roadblock I can't break. Sunday will be your test. Can the Accolade stop the Cleveland Express?........Why wait 'till Sunday? I have the answer now. The Cleveland Express isn't stopping for you Adam. Do what you think you have to, to win. I can tell you now it's not going to work.

He picks up the garbage bag and dumps the last of the flyers over the side of the building.

Below, on the sidewalk, a police officer watches as he spreads litter over the street.

Cop: You know you're littering? That's a $300 fine.

Shane looks down at the officer.

Shane: How about you write it up then? I'll be glad to pay it. You want my name? I'm the "Natural Wonder" Shane Jackson. Megastar of the Championship Wrestling Federation. I hold the ICWA World Title. I face Adam Azure tomorrow at Critical Mass. The Louisiana Superdome is going to need a new roof come Monday because I'm going to BLOW IT OFF.

Cop: I should have known. Whenever a wrestling company comes to town you guys go out of your way to get noticed. You beat-up innocent people, trash public monuments and cause as much trouble as you can.

Shane: I'm only spreading my word officer. If you'll hang on another few minutes I'll be happy to pay the fine.

The cop looks up at Shane.

Shane: Ego is our driving force Adam. We both believe we're the best the world has ever seen. Kings among men. After Critical Mass you're going to look back and a single thought is going to repeat in your head. "When I was King." Everytime you open your mouth it's going to be, "when I was king". You'll no longer be king after the PPV. There can never be two kings ruling the same country. History has proven that. Enjoy your last few hours at the top.

Shane picks up a flyer that lays on the roof. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out pen. It only takes a second for him to scribble something on the paper. When he finishes he folds the paper several times. It takes the form of a paper glider.

Shane: Here you go officer. I have three more bags. All of them are full of flyers. I figured you'd like the addresses of the next places I'm going to visit with them. Be sure and write me a ticket for each of them.

He sails to glider off the roof. It loops and spins around in the wind before landing at the cop's feet.

Shane: The Era of Adam Azure will come to an end in the Year of the Natural Wonder. It's my year, it's my time and it's my belt.

The police officer picks up the glider at his feet and unfolds it. He looks at the addresses scribbled on the back. Out of curiosity he turns the paper over to see what it is that Shane is throwing around the city.