If you ever hold something dear to you, you want to make sure it is with you forever� you want to make sure it never slips away from your grasp It is so dear to you, that you would do anything to keep it, and would sacrifice anything not to lose it� you would spend your life dedicated to getting back what is your prized possession� even if you only had it for ten minutes to start with. The scene fades slowly into that of a large open area, concrete floored and with large, well maintained buildings looming all around. People are bustling busily around, getting on with their individual work. More unusually, large aircraft, aeroplanes in fact, are on the large concrete field, some taking off for a long journey to some place most likely in another country completely, whilst others are just landing from their own adventures, adventures that they have undoubtedly done many, many times before. Yes, the camera has found itself on the scene of an airport, but why? The scene spins around crazily, until eventually a figure appears in the view, stopping its movement almost instantly. The character has long blonde hair (tied back in a ponytail) and wears sunshades, but they are now up on his head. He wears red, tartan long-shorts and has on a black T-shirt. On the T-shirt is emblazoned a large rabbit, with grey fur, long, pointed ears, long, pointed teeth and glaring red eyes. The character wearing this slightly unorthodox T-shirt is The Unorthodox One himself, The Jackrabbit of GWO! The Jackrabbit seems to be slightly frantic about himself� he is rushing backwards and forwards, not actually making any progress on his position in this concrete airfield. His eyes roam crazily for something; until at last his search stops on a man� he is an average man. Average sized, short brown hair, with a plain red T-shirt and black jogging shorts. The Jackrabbit grabs the man by the T-shirt, not lifting him or verbally attacking him, but more of a �help me, please help me� type of grab. In fact, that�s exactly what he says. THE JACKRABBIT: �Help me! Please, help me!� AVERAGE MAN: �Err�. sure, what�s the problem?� THE JACKRABBIT �I�m being stalked by a paparazzi� with a Mohawk.� AVERAGE MAN: �Really?� THE JACKRABBIT: �No, but I still need help!� AVERAGE MAN: �OooooooooooK.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Have you seen a suitcase?� AVERAGE MAN: �Yeah!� THE JACKRABBIT: �You have? Cool, where?� AVERAGE MAN: �Everywhere! This is an airport; they have thousands of suitcases. Why?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Err, oh� Okay, have you seen my suitcase?� AVERAGE MAN: �I dunno. What does your suitcase look like?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Err�. it�s got some long shorts, T-shirts and a belt in.� AVERAGE MAN: �Erm, no� I mean, on the outside.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Oh� it�s black. With a rainbow painted on the outside� and a smiley face on the other side� sticking it�s tongue out at all the people.� AVERAGE MAN: �Err�. no, I don�t think I�ve seen it.� THE JACKRABBIT: �No! Tell me you�ve seen it!� AVERAGE MAN: �Okay, I�ve seen it. But I haven�t really seen it, you know?� THE JACKRABBIT: �You did fine until you said that last bit� try just the first bit, but with a bit more meaning to it.� AVERAGE MAN: �You need help� I�m going to go now, I got a flight to Portugal in ten minutes.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Oh cool� if you say my suitcase there, send it my wrestling place� the GW-summat-or-other!� AVERAGE MAN: �Err�. right.� The average man is quick to leave The Jackrabbit standing just as he was at the beginning of this conversation� confused and without his suitcase. This particularly average man wants nothing more to do with the not so average Unorthodox One. The Jackrabbit spots something suddenly that interests him� a airport worker pushing a trolley of passenger�s luggage to its destination on one of the planes. The Jackrabbit charges at the man, and he dives quickly aside expecting something that would resemble a Spear. Instead, The Jackrabbit stops and begins to frantically toss the bags and suitcases aside, as he searches for his own slightly colourful suitcase containing his clothes and the GWO Commonwealth Title belt that he found and lost within ten minutes, due to the stupid mistake of putting his suitcase on the wrong plane. The airport worker looks absolutely horrified at the crazy scene of a somewhat sadistic 6-foot-5 tall man wearing a rabbit T-shirt attacking a trolley of suitcases with his bare hands, tossing aside any contents that may spill out. AIRPORT WORKER: �Hey, stop that! I�ll call security!� THE JACKRABBIT: �Okay, you can do that� just wait till I finish looking for my smiley, tongue poking little man� he�s got my belt inside him and its important!� AIRPORT WORKER: �What the�?� The guy really does not want to hang around with this �crazy� man and runs to fulfil his not-so idle threat to call security. The Jackrabbit leaves, not because of the threat of security, but because he has ran out of luggage to toss. He stomps away angrily, and then, all of a sudden, up to him runs the average man he had spoken with just moments ago, still wearing his red T-shirt and black jogging bottoms. AVERAGE MAN: �You still looking for your suitcase?� THE JACKRABBIT �Yup� the trolley didn�t help me out any.� AVERAGE MAN: �Err� Yeah, you know who Ricky Rage & ODT are?� THE JACKRABBIT: �I think so.� AVERAGE MAN: �Then you should turn on GWO right now, they just found your suitcase, I think.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Really?� The Jackrabbit doesn�t even wait for a reply to his question, and he is off running at full tilt towards the nearest television set. He flicks the channel to GWO�s station, just in time to see Ricky Rage handing the GWO Commonwealth Title belt over to a pawnbroker. The pawnbroker hands Ricky his small amount of money, and smiles wickedly as Rage and his buddy, ODT, leave the pawnbroker�s store looking pleased with themselves. The Jackrabbit looks absolutely horrified, and then he slowly snaps out of his trance. He runs towards the registering office, knocking over several people on his way, including an old woman and two young children. The Jackrabbit flicks out his passport, asking for a ticket to Australia. The Jackrabbit heads quickly to the area where his plane should be landing soon enough, and there he waits, passport clutched to his chest. THE JACKRABBIT: �I don�t believe it! Ragey sold my title to a pornbreaker! How dare he! Isn�t there like a law against that or something? It�s my title and nobody elses� I am the GWO Wealthy Commoner Champion, so only I should be allowed to sell it to a pornbreaker! It�s not fair! I beat Eddie Amazo last week on Murder, so I deserve that belt� �cos Amazo is supposed to be the bestest guy in this whole place, and if I beat him, that should make me into the bestest, right? And if I�m the bestest, which I am �cause I am The Jackrabbit, well, then I should be the Wealthy Commoner around here and not some porno guy. It jus� �taint fair! I highlighted that Murder thing that Uncle Maggy runs, and he knew it cos he helped me beat up Eddie� I coulda� done it by myself though if I wanted� Eddie just ain�t got what it takes to be the man, �cause everyone knows that to be the man, you gotta beat The Jackrabbit! And that win over Amazo, you know what that means �Rabbit Fans? That means that I am going to go on to Round Two (Ding Ding Ding) of this Gauntlet thing� still, when do we get to use rubber gloves and sticks and stuff? This week I �drew� a guy called Draw as my opponent, actually� that�s quite amusing, �cause his name is Draw, and that just sounds stupid� he really should get a slightly more sensible name� like me. Not �Me� as his name, �cause that ain�t clever either, I mean a name like mine�. Not �Mine� as his name though, �cause that�s just plain stupid as well� I mean a name like �The Jackrabbit� but not that because I use that one. And as if �Draw� wasn�t bad enough, this guy�s first name is Ashen. I don�t really understand that, I guess he�s called Ashley and he changes it a little �cause Ashley sounds stupid� but so does Ashen. Weird. I dunno� Well, Ashen� �DRAW!� BANG! Hahaha! I win you lose� sorta like what�s gonna happen this Sunday, no Monday, on Murder� Uncle Maggy ain�t gonna help me out anymore, cos I am gonna beat Ashley fair �cause I rule more than he does, and I am going on to whatever round comes after Round Two. I still ain�t sure what I gets for beating all these round people, but its fun anyway� I can still understand that I am doing a thousand times better by beating all these guys than Talanacao or Talon, or whatever his name is, is doing right now� he lost to Ragey! Ahahahahaha! But I won�t lose to Ashley, cos I�m not Talanacao� I�m The Unorthodox One, I�m The Jack F�n Rabbit� Hey cool, I also wanted to say that. F�n F�n F�n� Hahaha, I can see Eddie�s fascination with this now� cos� I�m F�n Amaz� I mean, Jackrabbity. And this F�n Sunday at Monday F�n Murder� The Jack F�n Rabbit� Hahaha� will get the Last F�n Laugh! Hahahaha!� Either by clever timing or pure coincidence, the plane that The Jackrabbit is waiting for comes soaring into view, and The Jackrabbit hurries to get out of its path. The scene fades out with The Jackrabbit boarding the plane on a mission to search every pawnbroker�s in Australia for that GWO Commonwealth Title!