We open with a shot of a Phoenix Wal-Mart. The outside of the big department store is grey/white. There is a huge, blue overhang with the word, Wal-Mart, printed across the top of it in massive white letters.

People are casually wandering in and out through the doors. Many of the people exiting the store are carrying bag with the wal-mart logo on it. Inside the bags are many assorted things. Everything from toys to kitchen supplies, to lawn gnomes, to beer socks.

Inside the store are many, many organised sections. There are isles and racks devoted to pets, teens, men, women, electronics, babies, skin care, household appliances, the list is almost endless. At the moment there is only one section of interest. The toy section. Specifically the wrestling toys.

This scene is familiar. It's a place the "Natural Wonder" was first seen when he entered the CWF, under contract. Again he stands in the toy section, looking over the plastic figures and painted replicas.

Shane is dressed in a pair of Adidas basketball shoes, knee length skaters shorts and an ocean blue club shirt. His hair is gelled as usual and a pair of CK sunglasses cover his eyes. The ICWA World Title is nowhere to be seen.

Shane: I stand here looking at these toys, and I notice something. Before I became ICWA World Champion there was hardly a figurine of me to be found. Since I won the ICWA belt, back in December, the action figures bearing my likeness have increased. Every show I go to and every Pay Per View I win at increases my marketability. I can walk into any department store now and see my name plastered onto t-shirts and videos. With my win at UnHoly Alliances I have now become one of the top draws in the CWF. I leave an impact on MY fans everytime I appear on Explosion.

Shane picks up a figure of himself. The toy comes with a replica of the ICWA World Title.

Shane: Since December 30th, I've held it. I am, currently, the longest reigning ICWA World Champion. With unification on the horizon there isn't a chance that anyone will be able to beat my record.

He puts the toy back on the rack.

Fade to Black.

Fade in to the women's section of the Wal-Mart department store. There are racks, and racks of dresses, pant suits, bras and high heels. Any man in this area of the store stands out like chocolate on a white shirt.

Shane stands in the women's section, next to several display mannequins. He knows he stand out, it exactly what he wants. He wants people to notice him.

Shane: Who is Triple D? A question, I've been asking myself, since I saw him appear at the PPV. I know who LDK is, I know who Rage Revere is, but I don't know who Triple D is. Why? Is it because he was never much of a wrestler to begin with? Possibly. Is it because he doesn't have a personality? Maybe. Or, maybe it's because everybody thinks he got his name off the back of a Wonder Bra box. I know I do.

Shane grabs one of the female mannequins, he stand next to, and walks off.

Shane: I think that it's wonderfull to have a wrestler in the federation who's name build esteem for women. When women hear his name they immediately feel better about themselves. Why? It's because he got his name from a couple of cups. Wouldn't you get excited too if you found out someone named themselves after your underwear?

Shane carries the female mannequin out the front door of the Wal-Mart, and stand it up on the sidewalk outside. As people file in and out of the store they all pass Shane and the mannequin.

Shane: What I've decided to do is help out Triple D. I'm going to help him become a recognised figure in the CWF. Sure, he'll become recognised just by being in the same arena as me, but that's not the kind of recognition, I know, he really wants. Triple D, if you're listening, be prepared to thank me.

Shane pulls open the shirt on the female mannequin. Underneath the shirt is, obviously, a bra. Shane grabs a marker out of his pocket and scribbles something across the mannequin's chest.

"Triple D tested. Triple D approved"

Shane stands back to marvel at his handy work. A smile creeps across his face as he caps the marker and puts it back in his pocket. At that moment a woman exits, the Wal-Mart, carrying a bag full of towels. As she passes the mannequin her eyes become wide with astonisment.

Woman: What the HELL is THIS?

Shane: This? You mean the mannequin? Oh, well I'm here helping CWF wrestler, Triple D, promote his image.

Woman: Is this some kind of joke?

Shane: No, no joke. It's just that he needs an aggressive marketing campaign to get his name out to the public. So I though, what better way than to stand outside Wal-Mart, and tell everyone I see about what a great guy he is.

Woman: This is sick!

With that the woman storms off, mumbling something about calling her congress man. Second after she leaves two, young, teenage boys pass in front of Shane, heading into the store. They don't even notice Shane, their eyes immediately lock onto the mannequin's chest.

Boy1: Cool!

Shane: I see you've take interest in Triple D.

Boy2: Who?

Shane: CWF wrestler Triple D.

The two teens look at each other, then to Shane.

Boy1: Uh, yeah, he's great.

Their gaze doesn't hold on Shane long, it gradually shifts back to the mannequin's chest.

Shane: If you want to help support Triple D then go in and buy yourselves a couple of DDD sized bras and wear them to the CWF Explosion on the 15th. I'm sure he'll appreciate the support.

The two boys starts cracking up at Shane's words.

Before Shane's fun can go any further the scene fades to black.