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8==>Uh, I'm back!<==8
8==>December 27th<==8


A blonde haired man storms out of Shane 's office, slamming the door so hard that Shane's name plate falls off the door. Shane opens the door and pokes his head out the door to yell at the man.

Shane: "And don't you come back ever again if that is your attitude. We don't need you! Remember when the WWF replaced Diesel and Razor Ramon with a new Diesel and new Razor? I'll take their trick and do it three times better!"

The blonde man whose name we are not allowed to state, and whose face is blurred out, comes rushing back toward Shane but a swarm of security guards apprehend him. Shane smiles and orders them to escort the man off of the property entirely. He is no longer welcome in the XWF; he no longer exists to us.

Moments later, back in his office, is on the phone.

Shane: "So you understand what I want to do, right? Great. Get down here and you start tonight."

The devious smile on his face and the clasping of his hands together tell us that sack of crap is up to something alright, but what?


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A red car pulls up and a dashingly handsome man steps out, instantly making some random women nearby squeal and fan themselves off as he stops to actually pose with his car.



This man is even making the cameraman a little hot and bothered as demonstrated by the jittery shot. The man smiles to the camera and walks past without a word.

Inside, the man walks up to Shane 's office and sees that Shane's name plate is still on the floor. He picks it up and knocks, waiting for Shane who answers with a bowl of potato salad in hand. The man holds Shane's name plate up and says--

"Guess what I found?"

Shane 's eyes light up with joy as he swallows a mouthful of food.

Shane: "Oh hello Sid! I'm glad you could make it on such short notice. We really need to get this straightened out fast."

Sid: "I know, sir -- people need to know whose door this is."

Figuring out how to place the nameplate back on Shane's door only takes Sid a few seconds. Shane walks into his office and sets his bowl of potato salad on the desk right next to a large cardboard box.

Shane: "Hurry up I don't have all day!"

Sid slips in quietly and shuts the door very softly.

Sid: "I got it back on but I can't guarantee how long it will last."

Shane: "That is of no bother to me. Here, take a look at this."

Sid catches the item Shane tossed his way -- the XWF European Championship. Sid looks down at it and smiles, enjoying the fact that he can see his own mustache in the reflection.

Sid: "Thanks, man. Is this part of my uniform?"

Shane: "That's your title, Sid -- your championship belt, and it means you're the top dog on that Monday Madness show, which also means you're the number one target. Merry Christmas and welcome aboard. Remember, from this point forward you are Sid Feder. He had a few running nicknames going on like '3 x Better' and 'The Headless Horseman' but it's up to you what you want to do with that."

Sid: "Hm, I see" (looking down at his reflection again in the championship) "Three Times Better Sid Feder? It does have a ring to it."

Shane: "I believe that's why he used it for as long as he did."

Sid: "It almost sounds too good -- in a gay way -- and I'll tell you right now Shane I am no queer. I think I'm going to have to do away with the 3 x Shit."

Shane: "That's your call."

Sid: "I appreciate that very much; now what's this other one? Headless Horseman? What's that supposed to mean?"

Shane: "It was never fully explained as far as I know. It's most likely related to the fact that he always wants to start up a group like the 4 Horsemen."

Sid: "Weird. Can I just not do any of that and call myself Sid Feder Pussy Wetter?"

Shane: "That's a pretty big jump from the Sid we all know and remember. Might want to hold off a few weeks on starting up a new nickname like that."

Sid: "Understood. Anything else, sir?"

Shane: "I like this 'sir' business a lot better than how the last a-hole spoke to me."

Sid: "Well what can I say; I'm very grateful for the opportunity you're giving me here and I plan to impress the hell out of your ass -- it's the rest of the XWF who aren't going to like the 'new me' so much. You'll see what I mean."

Shane: "You do what you have to do. I will be watching."

Shane and Sid shake hands before Sid exits with the European Championship, closing the door gently as to make sure Shane's name plate doesn't fall off the door again. What a gentleman this Sid Feder fellow is turning out to be. He slings the championship up over his left shoulder, takes in the deepest of breaths, and puts on his sunglasses as he walks down the hall.

Sid: "Sid Feder is back and better than ever! Now to prepare my first official promo. I wonder who or what I should talk about?"