Jail. A place where all of the criminals of the world are kept and contained, away from the rest of the wide world that there actions can destroy. The problem is, there are more of these �criminals� than there are cells. The death penalty has been abolished, and the number of criminals increases. The only thing to do to these villains is to throw them into jail. If a man kills another, he is thrown into jail. If somebody commits rape or grand theft auto, they are thrown into jail. If somebody steals an apple from a grocer, hell, throw them in the jails. Problem is; how many people can you throw into jail? And most of these people in the jails, they shouldn�t be there� they should be in a mental home! The scene opens up� it is dark, so very dark. This lack of light is because of a lack of windows. The camera is in a very small room, and up at the top of one wall is a small, slit window, not big enough for even a leprechaun to fit through! The walls themselves are bare walls, painted a deathly white, leaving nothing to the imagination. The floor is uncarpeted and unpainted; a plain, cold, grey, concrete floor. Against one wall is a small bed; its frame made entirely of wood, with plain, white, stiff bed sheets over it. There is a wooden plank attached firmly to the wall, to serve as a bench. We are in a jail cell! There is a figure sat on the bench, with his head in his hands. He has long blonde hair, tied back in a ponytail. 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 there is a long-eared, grey-furred, bucktoothed, red-eyed rabbit laughing crazily. On the floor next to the man�s black, leather boots there are a pair of broken sunshades, shattered against the concrete floor. The figure looks up into the camera; it is The Jackrabbit from the Golden Wrestling Organisation! But there is something wrong. Despite these circumstances, The Jackrabbit is� smiling! And then he tips back his head and breaks out into a hysterical laugh. THE JACKRABBIT: �Hahahahahahahahahahahaha! Can you believe these circumcisions? Hahahaha! Silvio Syn loses some title that don�t even belong to him properly, and then lower than behold, none other than The Unorthodox One The Jackrabbit finds it. Now, The Jackrabbit loses the belt �cos of some dumb airplane changeover or summat. Ricky Ragey finds The Jackrabbit�s belt, and then he sells it. Some little kiddies buy this belt and gives it to Jason. Now Jason, he doesn�t deserve this belt, and so The Jackrabbit takes it back cos he is a thief. Jason is a thief, I mean� not The Jackrabbit cos it�s always finders keepers, right? Anyway� here comes the funniest part� Whilst The Jackrabbit is kicking Mr. Sarge�s screwball ass, some dumb cleaner bins his freakin� title belt! Darn woman� how stupid can one girl be? Brunettes. Pff! Well, The Jackrabbit didn�t wanna lose his belt again, so he spent two whole days looking for it� didn�t realize how big these freakin� Irish arenas is! You�re could probably fit an entire lep� lepr� them little dwarfy things� leporines. You could fit an entire leporine into one of them arenas! Well, I would have found my belt if a certain policey man hadn�t arrested The Jackrabbit! Hahahahahahahahaha! I look for my title and end up being shoved into a jail, again! Typical! And it gets even funnier than dat! Oh, yeah. I still got this newcomer Donnie Sissy-ro I gotta fight on� err� tomorrow. Oops! I gotta fight this guy tomorrow on Monday Murder! I hopes these people lets me outta here in time. Doesn�t matter anyway. I could probably beat Sissy-ro without even actually being there in person. Maybe we could have a staring competition over that big tele they got in the arena. Or a donut eating contest? Mmmmmmmmmm, donuts. Hey, that could be fun. I�ll speak with Uncle Maggy about one of them in future. This Donnie guy though� He could at least pop-up to say hello or something. I talked some about him� I was being nasty to the newcomer, but that�s just tradition. He doesn�t have the curtsy to talk with me. Not fair! I should cry, but I�m not gonna cos I�m in jail like a big tough guy, and big tough guys don�t cry. Apparently. Well, last night I thinked of somethin.� I thinked to myself, �Hey, Jackrabbit, Donnie Sissy-ro, doesn�t that ring any bells to you?� And then I thinked back to myself �Yes, Jackrabbit, it does ring bells.� I don�t actually mean that Donnie rings bells, cos people who ring bells is right sad poofs, and I�m sure Donnie isn�t a right sad poof� not like Trayboy. No, I realized I have met Sissy-ro before. In the past, I wrestled in PwO, Pro Wrestling Organization. Well, in PwO I only got two matches before they closed down. The first was a handicap where Living Legend and me whopped Havoc. That was funny. And the second was a big match called �PwO vs. XWA.� Well, Sissy-ro was in this match along with Master Pea, Travis Tea, Titan Number Three and some other dudes. Well, PwO whooped XWA, but that was �cos I was wrestling there. And Donnie Sissy-ro, if my distant memory serves me, sucked. Not literally� he didn�t got no lollipops on him. I know, �cos I asked him before the match. Anyway, he wasn�t very good, which makes me wander� why do I gots to wrestle this guy. I like my matches to mean something. Every one of them� Hey, who knows, I could die or gets arrested tomorrow. GWO could end tomorrow. I could stop wrestling tomorrow. God forbid, what if I really did stop wrestling tomorrow. All the �Rabbit Fans would be so upset. They wouldn�t know what to do with themselves. And I have to face some silent; boring person like Donnie Cicero� it just ain�t fair. I should be wrestling The Rat, or Jason, or Silvio Syn, or maybe even Trayboy or Punisher! I should be getting me some big wins, not boring wins like Eddie Amazo and Donnie Sissy-ro. I should be making that Jason pay for stealing my title, and that Syn for thinking my Wealthy Commoner title is his! It�s all lies�� Loud footsteps are heard on the concrete. A police officer walks to The Jackrabbit�s cell, bangs on the door twice, and then turns the key in the lock. The Jackrabbit jumps to his feet, as the door creaks open. The Jackrabbit runs towards the door, but the officer pushes him back. THE JACKRABBIT: �Let me out!!! I got to fight a newcomer tomorrow! I gotta get to Scottishland by tomorrow to fight the newcomer!� POLICE OFFICER: �I don�t know what you�re talking about. But nonetheless, you are free of the charges, Sir. I just need to take a record of this caution, what is your name?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Jackrabbit.� POLICE OFFICER: �Err� ok. And your first name, Sir?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Err� The.� POLICE OFFICER: �Look, Sir, don�t make this harder on yourself than it already is.� THE JACKRABBIT: �I already told you once! My name is Jackrabbit!� POLICE OFFICER: �Okay, very sorry, Mr. Rabbit.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Err� no, actually it�s� Oh, nevermind.� POLICE OFFICER: �Jack, do you have comments to make on Ms. Leigh�s claims against you?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Well� The Jackrabbit always gets The Last Laugh!� The police officer looks extremely confused as The Jackrabbit says his finishing line facing into the camera beside him. The officer makes his notes as the scene fades slowly to static.