Scene fades in to a small production studio located somewhere in Dallas, Texas. The studio is sparsley decorated. There is a large black curtain that reaches from the floor to the roof, it provides the background. There are numerous lights hanging from the roof of the studio. Several of the lights have colored screens on them to add atmosphere to the backdrop and the rest of the set. The main lights in the studio are off, only the colored backdrop lights are on.

Slowly the main light are brought up to reveal what was hiding in the darkness. In the middle of the studio stands the "Natural Wonder" Shane Jackson. He's wearing a pair of grey and blue Adidas basketball shoes and pre-faded, red knee lengths cargo shorts. His open faced, seaweed green, Hawaiian shirt is printed with many, small, blue spirals. His black hair is spiked up and a pair of Oakley sunglasses rest over his eyes. He's leaning on a large, square, object that's covered by a dark tarp.

Shane: I want to thank you for tuneing to this important message.

Shane pauses for a second to prepare what he's going to say.

Shane: Over the last few hours I've been thinking. I've been thinking about Saturday and my return to competition. It's going to mark the first time that the "Natural Wonder" will be competing as a member of the CWF roster. Now as much as I'm looking foreward to this I know that there are others that aren't. Some people out there would love to see me fail, and I'm sure that those people were instrumental is setting up my match against a "mystery" man.

Shane pushes himself off the hidden object he was leaning on.

Shane: I spent a little time trying to gather some info on who this mystery opponent of mine could be, and I've come up with a list of three possible suspects.

The classic Jackson smile crosses his face.

Shane: At the bottom of the list there's Azazel. Even though he's the owner of the company he certainley has a reason to come after me. The only reason he's a the bottom of the list though is because I really don't think he wants me to embarass him a second time, and I really don't think he has any designs on going after the International title.

Shane reaches out and grabs ahold of the tarp with both hands.

Shane: The two possibilities may surprise everyone, but believe me, they have everything to gain and nothing to loose by fighting me. You want to know why....

He rips the tarp off to reveal two coffins.

Shane:....because their dead. Or so we think.

Shane walks up to the first coffin and grabs the lid. He pulls the lid off and tosses it to the side. Inside the coffin is a skeleton dresses in a tuxedo. A single glass eye rests in the skull. Shane reaches into the coffin and pulls out a framed picture that was resting next to the corpse.

Shane: Mr. Show buisness himself, Sammy Davis Jr. He's been plotting his revenge since his supposed death in 1989. What better way to come back than at the lead up to one of the most important Pay Per View's of the year. The only reason he's not #1 on the list is because I think his glass eye might hinder his fighting ability.

With that Shane moves away from Sammy Davis Jr's coffin and on to the next one.

Shane: The man I have at the top of my list, is, by far, the most likley person to be walking down that runway as my opponent on Saturday.

He grabs the lid of the second coffin and pulls it open. Again, inside is another skeleton wearing a tuxedo. In the skeleton's hand is a silver Zippo. Shane reaches into the coffin and produces another framed picture.

Shane: That's right Old Blue Eyes', Frank Sinatra. He has more reason that anyone to show up at the pre-show. Why? Because he's worried that I might actually be more popualr than him. Well Frank! All the booze, broads and Godfather's in the world won't make you more popular than me, so you might as well just stay at home and play checkers with you dog.

Shane moves infront of the two coffins as the camera begins to zoom out.

Shane: Although there is the slim possibility that I'm wrong, which I doubt, who ever of the three men I've mention that turns out to be my opponent, I've got one thing for you to keep in mind. The Cleveland Express isn't going to stop until you're laying flat on your back staring up at the roof.

The camera zooms out to it's full extent as the main studio lights slowly dim down and turn off.