Shaman stands before a set of huge double doors as he looks back over his shoulders at the WWA camera crew. He smiles sadistically and pushes the doors open as he steps into a huge hgallway walking as the sounds of his footsteps continue to fall throughout the building. He speaks with a cold emotionless voice that seems reassured of something.

Shaman: Did you truly think your words were going to have any effect on me Jackson Kraven. You can have your match with me after I bury your boss. You will do what you want after you heel you redneck reject. In truth my people have been kicking your ass all along and you just haven’t even known it. So sorry to burst you damn little bubble. The fact is Kraven you’ve been fighting low lifes because you can’t handle anyone with any ability or intelligent. I had several interviews planned today to talk about the future of the WWA. I cancelled each one to explain how your presence smears the WWA’;s reputation. Haven’t you even learned yet Kraven. Haven’t you even learned your walking right into my game. I hope you enjoy your ass kicking that I will bestow upon you.

Shaman walks to a door that says productions archive. He swings the door open and smiles as he walks over to several archive films on the desk and hooks one up in the reel as it begins to play as he watches the match where Jackson Kraven wins because his Valet unlocks the cage door and helps out Jackson Kraven not on his own as he claims.

Shaman: Kraven you were beaten and bloodied in that match. I was standing at the bottom not laying down as you retreated like the coward you are to win a cheap piece of tin. You are nothing to me Kraven. Only thing your going to learn is that there are some people you can’t push around or bully. Give us your savage glare again. Only thing your intimidating is your own self perhaps some of the new guys. I’ve seen it all before and you are nothing to be impressed by. You’re a fluke Kraven a joke that should have never been brought back. Throw your insults to someone who is actually listening.

Shaman purposely stops the Himalayan Pit match where Jackson Kraven’s face is be9ng smashed into the wall of the pit. He grins as the bloodied faces of both him and Kraven are seen clearly.

Shaman: You see Kraven you’re no better than a rookie right now. Why don’t you earn the match you want against me? You haven’t got the courage to let me choose your combatants first. You want me, let me put you through the gauntlet. Are you man enough to face the people I choose for you? I don’t think you are with the way you issue challenges. I don’t even think your half the idiot you used to be. I think one too many hits to your melon has left you to the vegetables. Let’s see Kraven are you the true mindless drone that Warr has made you out to be or are you man enough to stand on your own once again.

Shaman turns and looks at the screen and clicks the projector off as the reel spins to a hault. He turns and walks to the door exiting it as he stands before the hallway once again and begins walking as his voice echoes.

Shaman: This is WWA history Kraven. I am already her and you’re here somewhere as well. You haven’t been listening to what I have been saying obviously because of your own ignorance. The past means very little to me. Teaching you a lesson come meltdown means a lot. There are a few men laid up in a hospital lately because of you. Now it is your turn to get beat by someone more than capable of doing it. You’ve never learned playing in this playground that your not the only big kid on the block. You think you cast fear and doubt through me Kraven. In truth you only cast a paltry haze about yourself. Your doubts are becoming obvious and not even the great Matt Warr can help you on meltdown. I have ensured that this match will go as a knockdown drag out fight.

Shaman turns and walks to one final door that has a name on it. The name reads Mark Harrington as he stands outside of it he turns his eyes towards the camera with no emotion and gaze.

Shaman: Kraven you have your in and I have mine. Whatever little plans you had you should realize that I have a few of my own. Now that my plans are in motion lets cut to the chase Jackson lets put the new year 2005 into motion with something the WWA has not seen in a long time. Howabout an epic fight for the ages a fight that nobody new in the WWA has ever seen. Something you haven’t had since you tucked your tail between your legs and ran from the WWA a while before. Oh I am sorry did I just call you a coward again? No worries I am sure your not a coward for beating on little peons in the WWA.

Shaman leans against the door titling his head to the side and looks straight at the camera as if h is telling Jackson Kraven something.

Shaman: Let me get something through that thick redneck skull of yours Jackson Kraven. For one there is no honor involved. Two there is no skill needed to kick your ass from one side of the arena to the other. I have had enough of your less than sterling mental rants. Your just someone who is stumbling for the words to try and get under my skin. I have obviously gotten under yours. The proof is in your words and the way you present yourself. You have fallen into the vulgar language and repertoire of anger. You are soon to understand that I will beat you down like the pathetic excuse you are. In the end when you are defeated you will truly understand that the man that beat you is not the man you imagine.

Shaman looks at the camera and then looks away raising a solitary hand as he points a finger over his shoulder.

Shaman: As for your challenge Jackson Kraven you know the stipulations. Your answer is simple earn it or can I put it in more understandable terms for you.

Shaman turns and looks at the camera once again.

Shaman: Here’s a hint Kraven – It is something a big dumb redneck like yourself who doesn’t know his head from his ass in a one legged ass kicking contest should know. Earn it and you get your shot. Refuse it your torture only begins after each person you hurt and attack. Youw ant me you know how to get to me. Just say yes Kraven and your hell on earth only begins you stupid &^%$.

Camera fades as Shaman waves the camera away as he enters Mark Harrington’s office leaving the cold dark hallway behind.