** Shaman stands shaking his head as he watches Tracer Bullets latest tirade and obvious attempt to rattle him and insult. Shaman just shakes his head watchin the screen. He then turns and presses play on his vcr as Dick Tracey begins to play in the glory of black and white and the old days.**

Shaman: " You know Tracer i was up until that point of watching your latest tirade on the Insider. I slept right through it to be truthful. You must be really getting sloppy in insulting me. I mean you actually had the gall to try and insult me about my heritage. Tisk tisk that was a horse beat senseless a longtime ago. Oh wait i know what your thinking lemme see if this fits your mentality better."

** Shaman puts on a huge cowboy hat and talks.**

Shaman: " Me Shaman me big chief me think you dumb and stupid me crush you."

** Disgusted Shaman throws the hat o the ground. **

Shaman: " Tracer let me educate you in the ways of my people. I am Creek not Navejo! Number two because i chose to have my home here to tribute those who have come before me doesn't mean you have the right to insult me about it. Surprising enough your acting rather jovial for a man who is about to be beaten seriously within an inch of his life. You just added fuel to the fire Tracer. I gave you respect and even stated as such. This time your path stops at me and you can go running back to your little feud with Nick Adams. Im done playing with you this time. I am not the same person you faced a few years ago. No Tracer come monday you will understand i mean business from top to bottom of this business. Go now before you find another way to look ignorant in the eyes of my people and my fans. You sold your soul a longtime ago to the almighty dollar. I made a mistake and followed the path to popularity. Now i do what i must for me and my beliefs!"

** Shaman tosses something to the ground and walks away. on the ground is a Wrestling magazine that reads Shaman has respect for Tracer and when all is said and done will it remain. Will Tracer continue the ways of old.**

Shaman: " That answer is looking you straight in the face. Tracer your done bub. I wanted a match without insult. Well the ultimate insult would be for you to lose like a dog and get pinned by me. Ive done my homework have you. You think you know me. Well Mr. Dick guess what you don't know jack. See you on monday. Why the hell am i wast9ng my time talking to you. You don't do anything other than bore everyone and claim to be the greatest at this game. Well pal perhaps shaking your hand regardless of the outcome of the match was a bad idea. Go to hell tracer. Oh wait a second you'll be there with me on monday!!"

** Shaman spits on the camera in a disrespectful fashion towards Tracer Bullet.**