Newcomers. These are people who enter a company, and are looked down on by their colleagues because they are new. There is nothing to say that the newcomers don�t know the work� in fact, quite the opposite. Why would you join into a field of work of which you have little, if not no, knowledge of? The fact is newcomers are made to feel out of place, they are treated as �green� because they are inexperienced in that place. They know no one, and know no-where. And yet the knowledge in them is the only thing that they can use as their shield amongst all the swords. Sometimes though, even a shield is not enough. The scene opens up to an unusual scene. Well, it is only unusual for one reason, which will become clear in just a moment. The scene is that of an arena� an Irish arena, the GWO Corporate HQ, to be precise. However, this arena is not like the arenas shown every Monday on GWO Murder broadcasts� this arena is not like the arenas shown monthly on GWO Pay-Per-View broadcasts. This arena is deathly silent. There are no screaming fans, no explosive pyros, no droning commentary, and no loud theme music. This arena is dead of activity, and what�s more, piece-by-piece it is being dismantled. Huge cranes are lowering the infamous Goldentron; busy workers are pulling down the ring apron and turnposts, and tall scaffold is being raised above the seating to pull down the ever-looming arena signs with �GWO Presents MONDAY NIGHT MURDER� printed all over them. But one man is not interested in taking down this famous arena� The almost-silence is suddenly broken abruptly by high-pitched cries of desperation. HIGH-PITCHED CRIES OF DESPERATION: �Get me the trash! I need trash, NOW!� Onto the scene, alongside the ring, runs a man, waving his arms crazily! This man has long, blonde hair, which is flowing on his shoulders, and he has over his eyes a pair of sunshades, despite the fact he is indoors. He is wearing a pair of blue, denim jeans, with a black, leather belt that has not been tied, and hangs down uselessly around his waist. He is also wearing a black T-shirt, and on the front a long-eared, grey-furred, bucktoothed, red-eyed rabbit is emblazoned� this rabbit is laughing hysterically as its red eyes roll back in their sockets. The unorthodox man wearing all this is, undoubtedly, GWO superstar, The Jackrabbit! The Jackrabbit looks to be in a crazed state, sweat drips from his forehead and his hair is soaked and uncombed. He runs back at forth and around the remnants of the wrestling ring in the centre of the empty arena. He stops, wipes his forehead, and looks around the arena, almost aimlessly. He then decides to grab a worker who is passing by with a turnpost in his hand. The man jumps back in shock, which is then increased when he realises who it is that just grabbed him. GWO WORKER: �Oh, J.R! It�s you! How you doing?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Don�t call me J.R. It�s Sir or Mr. Jackrabbit to you!� GWO WORKER: �Oh� sorry, man. How you doing?� THE JACKRABBIT: �How�m I doing? Not good� I lost my GWO Wealthy Commoner Title� again! Well, I didn�t lose it� some cleaner binned it! You gotta help me check all the trash in this arena so I can find my belt it again!� GWO WORKER: �Err� I�d love to, only I�ve gotta get all these four turnposts into that van on the entrance ramp. We gotta pack all this stuff up by tomorrow to send it down to Glasgow for Murder.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Not a problem.� Without another word, The Jackrabbit grabs the turnpost that the worker had been struggling with, hoists it onto his shoulder, and marches towards the entrance ramp as the worker follows in a panic. The Jackrabbit reaches the van, and holds the turnpost by the end. He starts to swing it back and forth as the worker shouts his protests. THE JACKRABBIT: � A leg and a swing, to see the king, a one huh-huh, a two huh-huh, and a THREE!� On three, The Jackrabbit releases the turnpost in mid-swing, causing it to sail through the air, and land with a crash in the back of the van! The GWO worker stares on in absolute horror! THE JACKRABBIT: �There, you want me to do the other three?� GWO WORKER: �Err�. No! God, no! Please, don�t do anymore!� THE JACKRABBIT: �Ok, cool. You wanna help me look through the trash now, then?� GWO WORKER: �Err�. Okay. Anything you say, J� I mean, Sir Jackrabbit!� THE JACKRABBIT: �Cool. Okay, you got down to the bottom by where them commentates sit, and I�ll check through this entrance here. If you find the belt, you bleep me on my walky-talky.� The worker is just about to ask what walky-talky The Jackrabbit is talking about, but he then thinks better of it. The Jackrabbit has already reached the top of the entrance ramp, and so the worker obediently walks towards where the commentary desk is being dismantled. The Jackrabbit emerges backstage through the arena entrance, and he begins to search around the sound area. He finds a small trash container, and he begins to sift through it with his hands. He passes through chocolate bar wrappers, screwed up balls of paper, pencil sharpening, wet balls of chewed-up gum, and a banana skin. But there is no Commonwealth Title belt. He moves on, without even glancing once at his already sticky hands. He passes into a corridor, where he kicks over a trashcan, only to find it is empty� and has a head-shaped dent in the side! He then continues into one of the locker rooms. The floor is wet, and has obviously just been cleaned. The Jackrabbit finds the trash can, and he bends over to look inside. The surface of trash is low, and so The Jackrabbit has to life his legs from the floor and dangles them in the air to sieve through the trash. It is more of the same. Paper balls, chocolate wrappers, an empty Lucozade bottle, balls of chewing gum, and a split deodorant can. Into the room walks a man, someone associated with the arena. He looks oddly at the two dangling legs, with the jeans and sneakers dangling crazily out of the trashcan. The Jackrabbit pops out of the trashcan, satisfied that there is no title belt in there, and also unsatisfied that he has not yet found the belt. He notices the man staring at the peculiar sight, and he stares back. The man stares curiously at the self-proclaimed, and not without reason, Unorthodox One, and mutters his opinion of him under his breath. MAN: �Bin scab!� However, The Jackrabbit is uncaring, and he barges past the man into the corridor. THE JACKRABBIT: �Hey-a �Rabbit Fans. Very sorry I been ignoring you up �till now, but I been real busy� as you seen, I guess. But I can�t be blamed. It�s not my fault. Kinder-Egg got the job done, and as a result I was left on the mat. But then those dumb EM�. Err� Ps comes out, and they shoves me onto this bed on wheels, and they says �Lay still, Jackrabbit, you�re hurt and we�ll get you to the hospital. Well, I didn�t wanna lie there, and I says �I ain�t hurt that bad. Lemme go!� but they tied me down with these �safety� straps. And when they had, I looks over to where them commentates sit, and I sees this cleaner lady taking away my Wealthy Commoner Title belt. And then she throws into this big, black, bag of trash! Well, that certainly ain�t right, and I kicked and I shouted, but they didn�t let me go. Stuff about it being �for my own good.� Well, I�m going to find my belt again� Ricky Ragey stole it off me, Jason stole it off me, and Syn wants it� and now some stupid cleaner lady steals it off me� I am going to get my title belt, and when I does, I will be defending it forever and ever� it�s mine, I found it, no-one deserves to have it� I am the best dude in this fed, except maybe The Punisher �cos he�s the World Champ and he says that if I don�t say he�s the best then he�ll� err�. punish me! I suppose that�s why he�s called Punisher! �Cos he beat up Eddie Amazo� he punished him! And he beats up Trent Steel and Zimjello Bruder� he punished them! World Champs rule, cos they rule the entire world! But in TAW I ruled Canadia once, and I will soon rule the Wealthy Commoners once again! If only it wasn�t for cleaners! But I�ll hand �it� to the Sarge, he beat The Jackrabbit one-on-one, unscripted� he may be dumb, and he may not know the difference between a man and a rabbit, but he sure can wrestle hardcore style. You know, I beat up that army dude for like fifteen minutes none stop, and I makes him bleed all over, and then he manages to get in a sneak finisher and make the pin. Some people think I�m slow, and maybe they are right, �cos that Dishonorable Discharge sure did take me by surprise. I didn�t know what hit me, and the next thing I know, the ring bell is� err� ringing, and I am being loaded onto this bed on wheels. And come on, what�s the point in that? You can�t sleep and move at the same time, right? Well, unless you sleepwalk or you�ve got epil� epil�elliptics? But in general, people, especially Jackrabbits, don�t walk and sleep at the same time. You either walk, or you sleep? Doing both is just greedy. Anyway, as I was saying about Mr. Sarge Kinder-Egg, at Murder he did manage�� And then was when he noticed her. A woman with a wrinkled face, but long, flowing brown hair and hazel eyes. The woman is plump, and she is wearing a blue outfit, much like a pair of dungarees with a white logo on. The Jackrabbit squints hard� he is so sure he has seen her before� he remembers lying there on a stretcher, protesting against all the EMTS who insist on him lying there� and he looks over to the commentators, and he sees� a woman putting his title belt into a bag of trash� a plump cleaner, with long, brown hair� The Jackrabbit opens his eyes now, and he sees the name badge on the woman�s outfit. A name badge reading� �HANNAH LEIGH. CLEANER�!!! The Jackrabbit jumped up in horror, as he realised who he was staring at! The cleaner that put �his� Commonwealth title belt in the trash! The Jackrabbit wastes no time in running after the lady, as she is about to enter a locker room. He grabs her from behind, and spins her around by the shoulder, almost knocking her off balance. THE JACKRABBIT: �Oi! You! You binned my belt!� HANNAH THE CLEANER: �What are you talking about, you?� THE JACKRABBIT: �You! At Murder� on Monday� I was in a bed on wheels� and you� you� tossed my belt away!� HANNAH THE CLEANER: �Bed on wheels? Murder? Belt? What is wrong with you?� THE JACKRABBIT: �What is wrong with me? I�m The Jackrabbit� I am the Unorthodox One� I am the rightful Wealthy Commoner! And you took that away from me on Murder!� HANNAH THE CLEANER: �You�ve lost me!� THE JACKRABBIT: �For pizza�s sake! On the GWO show, Murder, you cleaned away my belt! You tossed it in the trash!� HANNAH THE CLEANER: �Well, I was cleaning around at the show. But that�s my job! All I do in my life is clean away other people�s�� THE JACKRABBIT: [interrupting] �Whatever! You cleaned away my belt, that�s what�s important. So, where did you put it?� HANNAH THE CLEANER: �I don�t know what belt you�re on about! I was cleaning for hours last night� it could be anywhere!� THE JACKRABBIT: �I didn�t wanna get violent with you Ms. Hannah! But you has given me no choice but to bring out my vicious side! Now run! Grrrrr!� The Jackrabbit raises his arms above his head, wriggling all his fingers madly, and sticking out his tongue he �grrs� some more. Hannah screams as he grabs her arm, and she then tears away from him and begins to waddle away down the corridor as fast as her legs would carry her, with The Jackrabbit in hot pursuit. The Jackrabbit chases with a wicked grin on his face. It seems he finds this entertaining. He turns a corner, and there are three doors. Two on his left and one on his right. Hannah is nowhere to be seen. THE JACKRABBIT: �Err� well, two are wrong and one is right, right? So she must have gone in the right one. Right?� The Jackrabbit enters the door on his right, and looks around the dark room. He begins to grope the wall with his hand, until he finally feels a light-switch, which he flicks. The room is suddenly illuminated with a flicker. It is a V.I.P room, with red, leather couches, a mirror, a television set, and other posh furniture. But there is no sign of Hannah the cleaner. THE JACKRABBIT: �Drat!� The Jackrabbit walks out of the V.I.P room, slightly annoyed at losing the cleaner so early. He walks through another door and ends up on a corridor. He walks slowly down the corridor, talking into the camera as he does so. THE JACKRABBIT: �She got away� stupid cleaner! It�s all her fault. All these weeks I been without my Wealthy Commoner�s title, and then I finally get it back again, and that dumb woman throws it in the trash! Absolutely typical! That�s why I ain�t got a wife, �cos she�d throw all my cool stuff away� if someone ever threw my barbed wire, or my thumb tacks, or even my spray cans away� that�d be no laughing matter, you get my drift? I�d be getting a few Last Laughs over them! Haha! Well, I guess losing to the Sarge didn�t make me popular with Uncle Maggy. �Cos now, instead of getting someone cool to fight like Punisher or The Rat, or even Jason, I gets this new Italian blokie! Yeah� he�s a newcomer, and people isn�t supposed to treat newcomers with respect. Well, that seems stupid to me, �cos everybody is a newcomer once, right? Or even more than once if you jump around feds loadsa times, like Titan number Three. Anywho, I don�t think it�s fair that I have to be really hobbirul to this Cicero dude� he was the World Chump of Xtreme Wrestling summat or other at one time� but the last time a World Chump from that place came to this place he got beat by ODT, so that isn�t really anything cool. But still, it�s not fair to be cruel to him. He�s new, after all. But everyone says you should be nasty to newcomers, so� Donnie Cicero is a big pile of doggie�s turd, cos he is Italian, and all Italians do is eat pasta and say �Sianora� and add �a�s to the end of every word. Well, Cicero isn�t going to beat The Jackrabbit �cos The Jackrabbit don�t want him too, and The Jackrabbit is a far superior� erm� wotsit called? Erm� athlete? Yeah, The Jackrabbit is a far superior athlete to Donnie Cicero� �cos Cicero is fat, and I isn�t. And fat people don�t rule� like Hannah the Cleaner� Hannah the Cleaner doesn�t rule! Nu-uh! But I rule, cos I gives people The Standing Joke and the Last Laugh, and I is probably the funniest person in America. Beat that Donnie Cicero. And also, remember this one piece of advice newcomer� no matter how many World Chumps you been before, and no matter how long you have or haven�t been here in GWO, there is one simple rule� The Jackrabbit always gets The Last Laugh!� The Jackrabbit then bursts into a fit of hysterical laughter right there in the corridor. And then he sees something� at the end of the corridor by the parking lot, a woman in a blue outfit� Hannah the Cleaner! The Jackrabbit raises his arms into the air again, and runs towards her screaming� THE JACKRABBIT: �BLARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!� Just as The Jackrabbit reaches Hannah, he notices something else which makes him stop dead in his tracks. Two police cars, with two officers stood beside each. Four police officers, each armed with guns and night sticks, is awaiting The Jackrabbit! HANNAH THE CLEANER: �There he is officers! That�s the man!� The officers step forward, and the largest wrestles The Jackrabbit�s arms behind his back into a pair of handcuffs. POLICE OFFICER: �Sir, you are under arrest on report of assault. Please come quietly.� The Jackrabbit is stunned, and he is dragged, kicking and screaming, into the police car and the door slams shut on a fading screen.