Scene opens to a street in downtown Dallas. Just looking at it you can tell it's not kept up very well. There are holes and cracks lining the pavement. The yellow dividing line has nearly faded away. The sidewalks and buildings lineing the street give off the same image. The building have boarded up windows and doors. What isn't boarded up is broken.

The only people in this part of town are the ones with nowhere else to go. Maybe it's because they lost their jobs and ran out of money, maybe they were drop-out's who just couldn't make it in the real world, or maybe it's because they have mental problems and this is the only place they fit in. Either way this is who they are and this is where they live. The buildings they take shelter in are shared with rats and cockroaches. The little food they aquire is split among their family or friends. The money they get is spent on an addiction.

Ths is where we happen to find Shane Jackson. The "Natural Wonder" is outfit in an ocean blue, open faced shirt. On the back is a picture of The Flash. His grey cargo pants and Adidas basketball shoes finish the look. His dark hair is gelled up and his Oakley's rest on his forehead.

Shane is pushing a shopping cart, filled with unmarked brown packages. The only identification on the packages is a little tag, that's stuck on with tape. All the little tags read the same thing: "Merry Christmas, from Shane Jackson."

Shane: So you've caught me. I'm out here doing a little charity work. I felt it was about time. After all the last time I helped these less fortunate individuals was when I sent them all to "Suffering" Joe O'Brien's house, and that was some time ago.

Shane passes a man who's proped up against the side of a cement staircase. The man's hair is dirty and matted. He's clothed in a wool overcoat that smells like sour milk, a flanel shirt that's seen better days and a pair of dress pants that are too small for him. He wears no shoes, only black socks that have more holes than fabric. Shane pauses long enough to take a package out of the cart and put it next to the sleeping man, before continuing on.

Shane: Doing this kind of thing brings me that warm feeling inside. A feeling you can only get by helping others.

A baglady stumbles toward Shane and his shopping cart. She's obviously intoxicated.

Baglady: Hey...why are you dressed like that? Don't you know the sun is hot?

It takes Shane a second to catch his breath through the overpowering smell of alcohol she's giving off.

Shane: I've got something here for you.

Shane reaches into the cart, takes out one of the packages and gives it to her. The baglady stares at it for a second, then rips the brown paper off. Inside is a big bottle of wine. The baglady untwists the aluminum foil around the top and pulls the cork out. She puts the bottle to her lips and tips it straigh up. She begins sucking back the wine as if it's water.

Shane smiles and moves on.

Shane: If that doesn't warm your heart then I don't know what will.

He continues along the sidewalk handing out the "Christmas Presents" to the people on the street. As he rounds a corner a man comes running up behind Shane.

Man: It's leaving. The rocketship to the planet of the apes is going to fast, when the soup fell to the pie builder.

Shane stops pushing the cart and turns to the man.

Shane: What?

Man: When turning off your brain keep the screen near the shoe plant.

Shane smirks.

Shane: You know sir that's just what I like to see, someone who has their priorities in order. I'll give you two presents just for the fact that I think you're a decent guy. All you have to do is stand next to me here and look across the street at the camera. Now wave.

The man, although reluctatly, stands next to Shane and waves to the camera across the street. As the man waves to the camera Shane reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper. He hands it to the man.

Shane: If you read this while waving to the camera I'll even throw in $50.

The man looks at the paper, then looks at Shane. He smiles and look back at the camera.

Man: I want to say "HI" to M-Blood, from me and all your friends up at Blackfield. We miss you, please come home.

Shane smiles and nods his head. As soon as the man finishes, Shane hands him $50 and two presents of wine. The takes the gifts and runs off down the street yelling more non-sensical sentences.

Shane: It's nice to see old friends again isn't it M-Blood. I know that's what I was thinking when I saw you step into the ring, opposite me, last night. The CWF is really trying to screw with me by bringing you in. We've been enemies since day one. You were right when you said, we always fought, because we did. We can continue where we left off, the only thing that's changed is the setting. We aren't fighting in the ICWA anymore, we're fighting in the CWF.

The bright, sunny, sidewalk changes to one of a dull grey, as a cloud passes infront of the sun.

Shane: I wan't that International title M. You're my biggest threat. Sure, there's Rated R, Smack Daddy and an Unknown that all fighting for the same prize, but it's not them I'm worried about. I know my ability is above their's. You're where my focus is going. If I can get rid of you then there's not a chance that any of the others will be able to knock me off my pathway to the stars.

Shane begins pushing the shopping cart again. After a few minutes of grey gloom the clouds pass over and the sun begins shining back to the sidewalk again.

Shane: There's five men that are playing chicken with the Cleveland Express. The only thing is I don't swerve.

The "Natural Wonder" stops the cart near a newspaper bin. He takes a quarter out of his pocket and drops it into the slot. He pulls open the door to the bin and starts shoving the last of wine into it. As soon as the shopping cart's empty he lets the door to the bin close up.

Shane: I'll see all of you soon enough. Right now I've got to return this shopping cart to the grocery store.

Shane turns the cart around and starts walking up the street, the way he came. The camera follows him for a few feet, then it turns back to the newspaper bin where he stashed the last of the wine. Several of the desolate people that had seen where he put the gifts begin to hit and kick the bin, trying to break it open. All of them trying to get to the alcohol, they want relief from their hopeless lives.