The massive steel and concrete structure of the CWF head offices materializes into view. A 40 story building filled with offices, cubicles and open concept rooms. Atop the looming building are 3 simple letters. CWF. Fans from all over flock to this place each year. They come to see their beloved heros and hated villians. They come to see new rookies and retired veterans. They come just to see where it all started and where takes place.

Inside the structure sits many workers, subordinates, bosses and department presidents. There's only one that hold any particular interest. The President of Marketing.

A solid wooden door replaces that of the building's outside. On the door are two name plates. One announcing what job lies within the office and the other tells who it is that does the job.

President of Marketing

James Argus

Shane Jackson

The name James Argus is crossed out with a marker. Shane Jackson's name is scrawled under it.

The door to the office is pushed open. Inside is a room that's been intricately decorated. Everything has a place, or a position it's supposed to be in. A mahogany desk sits opposite the door. Behind the desk is a huge window that takes up the whole rear wall. Covering the window are venetian blinds. They're open.

Behind the desk is a silver blue, ergonomically correct, chair. In the chair sits none other than the "Natural Wonder" Shane Jackson. Shane isn't sporting his usual clothes. His hair is still gelled up, but he wears no sunglasses. Instead of a trendy shirt and pants he wears a suit. A light grey Armani suit. On his feet, though, are basketball shoes. They are readily visible since his feet are proped up on the desk.

Shane: I see you've noticed my NEW look. I'm trying to be more serious. I figured changing my look would be the first step in that direction.

Shane shifts in his chair a little. His feet stay resting on the desk.

Shane: Now, the old Shane would have taken every opportunity to make fun of Adam Azure's misfortune on the last Explosion. I could have tormented him for the rest of his life about what happened to him in that hardcore match. If I wanted to I could have posters made of Adam's pincusion ass and posted them all over the sides of buildings. I could have bought 12 hours of TV time and just continually looped pictures of Adam's injury across the world. Maybe, if I really wanted to, I could have hired a painter to create a mural of the Accolade's holy bottom on the roof of the nearest church. But am I?

Shane shakes his head, no.

Shane: Nope. Not today, at least.

He moves his feet off the desk and leans foreward in his chair.

Shane: Adam. You're right. Coke and Mr.T aren't going to win me the match at Critical Mass. My entertainment value and jokes won't capture me the win. What's going to get me the victory is my talent and abilities. My gifts Adam. MINE.

Suddenly an intercom on the desk comes to life wit a woman's voice. It's Mr. Argus's secretary.

Secretary: Mr. Argus. I think it's time for you to DICKtate some memo's.

The door to the office slowly opens. Standing in the doorway is the secretary. She's has a, very, curvacious form. Her long red hair hangs down over her right shoulder. The top three buttons on her blouse are undone, exposing her black lace bra. Already her shirt is untucked from her calf length black skirt.

Secretary: James....James. Are you ready for another horizontal board meeting?

She takes a step into the room before she notices that the man sitting in the chair isn't Mr. Argus.

Shane simply smiles back at her. Though he's trying to be serious he isn't going to pass up the opportunity to have fun with this situation.

Shane: You said something about a board meeting?

The secretary's face begins to turn red.

Shane: Oh, did I misunderstand you? I'm sorry. While you're here would you please take all the pictures of Mr. Argus's family out of this room and place them on your desk. Make sure they're facing out so everyone that walks by can see them. Thanks.

The secretary's embarassment is quickly replaced with anger. She does as she's told though. As soon as she leaves the room, with the pictures, Shane continues.

Shane: Do you like my stipulation for our match, Adam? I don't want you getting the wrong idea though. The reason I chose an Anal Bomb Match was because I knew you've had a little experience with it. In one form or another. I figured if I set up another match where your ass is on the line I might get a decent fight out of you. Ohh, was that hitting below the belt?

Shane's seriousness is starting to slip. He's gradually sliding back to his regualr self.

Shane: I noticed you tossed out your Universal Title. It's about time. That thing should have been riding in the back of a NIM truck the day it was created. Oh...wait. I didn't mean to say that. That was a lie. When I saw you being forced do disgard your Universal Title it got to me.

Shane puts one hand over his heart.

Shane: It touched me, Adam. It touched me right here. I was overcome with emotion. With sorrow. It was hard for me to watch that knowing you were going to cry the minute the camera's were turned off. The sorrow I felt was for the whole male race. Every man on this planet lost a little bit of dignity when you were driven to tears.

He removes his hand from his heart.

Shane: Guys like Adam shouldn't be in the public eye because they ruin existence for the rest of us.

Shane shakes his head a little and sighs.

Shane: Adam, do you remember when I said I created a belt of my own? A belt that was bigger than yours? I think it's time to show it to you.

He reaches below the desk and lifts up a briefcase. He hold it up and spins the number locks on the top of it. A second later the locks on either side pop open. Shane turns the case to face the camera.

Shane: This is, without a doubt, the greatest belt ever created. Although I can't take full credit for it's making......

Shane lifts the lid to the briefcase. He tilts the case up, slightly, so the face of the belt can be easily seen. 4 letters are printed across it. ICWA.

Shane: ....I can take full credit for it's rise to the top of the industry. It's more sought after than the CWF World Title. It shines brighter than the International Title and finally it is, truly, bigger than the Universal Title.

He holds the case up for a few more seconds before he closes it. As he is locking it back up a cleaning lady walk into the office.

CL: Who is you? You not Misser Argus?

Shane stands up, out of the chair, and smiles at her.

Shane: You're right. I'm not Mr. Argus.

He pulls the briefcase off the desk and starts heading towards the door.

Shane: Do you know the funny thing about an era, Adam? An era takes 10, 15, 20, or even 100 years for it to be defined, for a goal to be reached. I'm closer to MY goal, in less than a year, than you are since you've been with the CWF. The way things are looking, to me, the YEAR of the "Natural Wonder" is going to be bigger than any DAY in YOUR era.

As Shane steps out of the office. Then turns around.

Shane: Excuse me! Cleaning lady! Those blinds look a little dusty. I'm sure Mr. Argus would appreciate it if you turned them down and dusted them. Thanks.

Shane disappears from the doorway leaving the cleaning lady to her buisness. She pushes her cleaning cart over to the venetian blinds on the window. As she starts turning them down an image slowly comes into view. It's a blown up picture of The Accolade's pin cusion ass. The lady stares at in in horror. A moment later she runs out of the room screaming at the top of her lungs as tears, of fear, run down her face.