Picture fades in to a subway. The grey, concrete, understructure is covered in filth and spray paint. Everybody that thinks society should know them has scribbled their name somewhere. The graffitti adds an atmosphere to the subway. Without it the place would be too dull and unimaginative.

A wooden bench sits up against one of the decorated walls. On the bench lays a man. He's dressed in tattered clothing. The garments are too worn and dirty to clearly identify them. He lays on the bench, using an old newspaper as a blanket.

People quickly pass by him not paying him any attention. They are used to it. They are surrounded by it. Someone of his social stature is so far below them that they don't even recognise what he is. If he were standing infront of then they would see right through him to the wall on the otherside.

"Natural Wonder" Shane Jackson descends the stairs, passes through the toll gates and enters the subway. He pauses for a minute to look around, and gather in his surroundings. He's wearing his Adidas basketball shoes, a pair of dark green pants, and his "Blue Jacket's" winter coat. His coat is done up all the way, his shirt underneath is uable to be seen.

Shane: The underbelly of a city. This is where many of society's cast-offs make their home.

Shane pays particular attention to a nearby wall that is doused in graffitti.

Shane: Everyone wants to leave their mark. Leave a message to the people of the future. Everybody wants to be remembered. How they will be remembered is up to themselves. Some will be remembered as heroes, others as psychos and murderers. Some will be though of as buisness moguls, and some as famous entertainers, and some...some won't be remembered at all. Azazel is going to be remembered as a wrestling legend.

Shane looks away from the concrete wall. He turns his attention to the widely, expansive subway platform.

Shane: Mike, you are so far off about who my partner is tonight that I have no more reason to even acknowledge you. Azazel has left the CWF, he's not coming back just to face you and your good buddy Joe, so you can drop that thought from your mind. You're not going to expect who my partner is, and that's just the way I want it. Heh,heh.

In the distance, the sound of metal on metal can be heard. The breaks of a subway train attempting to slow it down.

Shane: I noticed that both you, Joe, and Mike like making jokes about what team you think I play for.

Shane shakes his head, no. A smile crosses his lips.

Shane: Didn't you teach me everything I know Joe? I guess you could say, I learned from the best in the buisness.

The smile stays on Shane's face.

Shane: I don't know about the rest of the CWF, but I'm starting to notice a trend in Mike's promo's. He seems to have an ass fixation. Now I can't speak for the rest of the wrestlers but I, for one, am going to make a point of staying away from Mike and Joe's dressing room tonight. I couldn't even imagine what "The best in the Buisness" and the "Assman" have in store as warm up for their tag match. I'll leave that to the arena cleaning staff.

Shane walks out onto the platform as the sounds of screaming metal draws closer.

Shane: For whatever reason it seems that both Joe and Mike, conviently, forgot to respond my little challenge to them on Christmas Eve. Are you both afraid? Afraid that the Human Highlight Reel is going to capture all the attention from the two of you. You know, I wouldn't blame you. No, I wouldn't. After all fighting the only person more renound than Santa Claus is bound to give anyone a weak stomach.

The subway squeals to a stop infront of Shane. The doors open and people start piling out onto the platform. Shane moves out of the way so that the people can get by.

Shane: You two don't seriously think you can be me! The Cleveland Express! You both know my skill level far beyond anyting either of you can ever hope to achieve. Yeah, maybe you've both captured 50 titles before I came along. BEFORE I came along! The day I stepped foot into a wrestling ring the whole game changed. You two are just scraps left on the table 'cause the dog's were full.

As the people clear out of the door Shane prepares to board the train. Before he does he looks back across the platform and notices the vagrant sleeping on the bench. Shane reaches into the pocket of his winter coat and pulls out a toy. It's a windup gorilla that has symbols on it's hands. When it's wound up the gorilla bangs the little symbols together.

Shane looks at the toy in his hand and back up at the man on the bench. He walks over to the man and sets the gorilla on his chest. The man is so deep in sleep that he doesn't see or hear the "Natural Wonder" put the toy on him.

Shane takes one last look at the man the little toy. He turns and heads back across the platform and boards the train.

Shane: Don't expect to win tonight, Mike, and don't expect your plans to succeed, Joe. I'm looking foreward to droping you both to the mat and then standing over you smiling as you, both, realize that you never had a chance.

The doors slide shut infront of Shane. The train begins to move off down the tracks carrying Shane Jackson with it.