Catchers don't care if the animal was born at the local dump or a pedigree flown in from the Archipelagos. They're all treated the same. Locked in prison cell, chain link, enclosures. Fed the cheapest kibble. Given a one month sentence. Blueblood or not, the unclaimed are destroyed.

Footsteps can be heard echoing through a hallway that joins the main area of the animal pound with where the dogs are kept. As the footsetps grow louder the dogs barks become more frantic.

"Maybe someone is coming to claim me."

Shane Jackson steps through the doorway and descends the three steps to the floor of the dog kennel. Shane's sporting a Cleveland Indians baseball jersey, a pair of silver Op sunglasses rest on his forehead.

Taking only a moment Shane glances up and down the long row of caged dogs. His eyes passing over each one, stopping only for a moment to fully take in each dog before moving on.

Shane: Old and young, all sent here for the same reason.

One of the dogs, a Yorkshire Terrier, jumps up at it's cell door hoping to catch an extra piece of Shane's attention. His eyes pass over the Terrier as they did all the dogs before it.

Shane: I've only just returned and already I'm hearing rumors that disturb me. A 'New Breed' of superstars are staking claim, calling the CWF theirs.

Shane's look passes through the final dog pen. His gaze is now brought upward toward the camera.

Shane: From what I see there's no 'New Breed', only 'Half Breeds' trying to pass themselves off for something their not. A few fragments of talent packaged in a pretty face. They allow their bodies to be destroyed in violent matches because that's all they have. Put them in a ring with a real wrestler, someone who's had real training and we'll see who is exposed for what they really are.

Slowly Shane runs his right hand over the kennel door that closest to him. His fingers feel all the little imperfections in the metal links. All the burrs, the scratches, the bends.

Shane: This 'Half Breed' of stars don't care about the fans, or the product. They care about doing what they have to to make a bigger pay check. If their stunts happen to increase ratings it's like a bonus because they're rewarded with more endorsements and even bigger checks. They only care about people who are going to make them richer and more famous. I've never liked people who do things exclusively for the money. They cheapen the business.

A smile creeps across Shane's face. His hand still rests on the chain link kennel door.

Shane: One of the 'Half Breeds', Paul Sterling, is already drawing a battle line down the center of the CWF. Sides will soon be chosen and a war will begin. Half Breed vs the True Breed, the winner will guide the future of the company.

"Will somone save me?"

A Great Dane, housed a few pens away from where Shane stands, lets out a long whine. The "Natural Wonder" turns his head and looks directly into the dogs eyes.

Shane: The division is soon. The war is coming. The end is near.

All the colors within the dog kennel begin to fade, turning to grey and white. Shane Jackson retains his original composition, no color is lost from his image.

He turns away from the Great Dane he had locked eyes with and begins walking toward the hallway he had entered from. He slowly ascends the three steps. Just as he's about to exit into the hall he stops.

Shane: I am the saviour of the CWF. If Sterling wants blood.....he's got it.

Shane disappears into the hallway. As he leaves camera's view everything in the kennel begins to slow down. Dogs move in slow motion, their barks taking longer to complete, taking forever to finish. A new sound begins creeping into the kennel. A song. It gradually gets louder, overpowering all else.

It’s criminal

There ought to be a law

Criminal

There ought to be a whole lot more

You get nothing for nothing

Tell me who can you trust

We got what you want

And you got the lust

If you want blood, you got it

If you want blood, you got it

Blood on the streets

Blood on the rocks

Blood in the gutter

Every last drop

You want blood, you got it

It’s animal Livin’ in a human zoo

Animal

The shit that they toss to you

Feeling like a christian

Locked in a cage

Thrown to the lions

On the second page

Blood on the rocks

Blood on the streets

Blood in the sky

Blood on the sheets

If you want blood - you got it

(I want you to bleed for me)

If you want blood, you got it