Friendships. Friendships are a thing of great importance to all men. Or to most. Friendships show that someone cares about you. That you are not alone in the world, and that you do have alliances to get through. But friendships never last. Usually, one individual will screw up what they have. The real question is always, which one will do it? And it all boils down to a matter of, screw them before they screw you! The scene opens up. High. Around the view, the sky swirls roughly, the dark grey clouds being tossed around the heavens by gusting winds, stronger than any force around them. The camera has been located on the top of a high building, an open empty scene of concrete, and it looks down the building, at the bustling people below, like small figurines, so distant from the camera, self-absorbed in their own lives that nothing else matters. They are not watching the skies, the whirling, twirling vapours, which spin faster and faster and engulf the building, and the camera�s view is cloaked by cloud. And then they are gone. The scene is back to the building, the crowds are dying away, and perhaps the time is a later date, or perhaps we have entered the scene in a different world. But the building is the same, the dark clouds hover above, unmoving now, and in the centre of the rooftop sits a familiar figure on a two-legged stool. The figure, a man, has long, blonde hair in a ponytail, and sunshades concealing his eyes. He wears torn blue, denim jeans, and a black T-shirt. And on the T-shirt is a flaming bird, a phoenix perhaps, being engulfed by the flexible form of a red-eyed rabbit. The man on the stool is, without a shadow of a doubt, The Jackrabbit, the tormentor of Talon, the man, the myth that rose from Talon�s dreams to haunt and apparently demolish The Enigma, The Hunted Turn Hunter. The silence is broken, The Jackrabbit has woken, and, of course, with a long, loud, hysterical laugh. �Ahahahahahahahahahaha! Hahaha! Hey-a �Rabbit Fans! Did you see What I did on Wednesday Night Oblivion? Yeah? Well it was pretty much that. Oblivion. Talon and Kirk James, Commonwealth Championship, presumed to be one-on-one. But nobody backstage, none of the officials expected The Jackrabbit� that�s me! Of course not! Hahahahahahahahahaha! The Jackrabbit ain�t on the booking roster is he? No one expected it, Talon didn�t expect it. Talon didn�t expect it. Last week, Talon says he wants to be friends? You want to forget what you did to me those years ago, and you wanna put the past behind us. You want me to forget the fall, the drop, and the heart-stopping rollercoaster of an event. And how about the pain, the agony? The years of bruises and injuries? The dislocated knee? The broken shoulder? Just to name a few. I don�t believe the nerve of you, Talon! You want me to forget the push that changed weak, helpless Jay into The Unorthodox One, The Jackrabbit?! Talon, you changed my life. You did this to me, and you want me to forget it? Oh no! It ain�t that easy, �pal!� You put me through all that pain and agony, and now I am going to do the same to you! It started with your World Title shot, and now look at you. Oh no, poor lil� Talon has lost his Commonwealth title, courtesy of The Jackrabbit! But did the victor, did Kirk James, thank me? Did he say �Thanks Jackrabbit for beating the living demon out of Talon and putting me across him to win me the Commonwealth title, because without you I would have been turned into something resembling an elephant�s insides�? No, he sure didn�t. Instead, he tried to sell a pair of sandals, that probably don�t even exist. Hahahahaha! But this, all this, ain�t about title belts and thank-yous. Nope, this is all about vengeance and retribution. About what that lowlife Sigma, Talon, did to me five years ago. Or was it seven? No, definitely five. Five years ago, Talon tried to extinguish the life of his once best friend. But now, I am going to extinguish Talon. And since titles is what Talon wants so much, that is what he is getting none of. I cost Talon his World Title match with Titan 96. I cost Talon his Commonwealth title against Kirk �Shoes that turn me on� Jesse James. You think I have, and I quote, �risen from the ashes like a phoenix?� Well, Talon�� He gestures to the image on his T-shirt �Well, you should know, a jackrabbit is far more dangerous than a phoenix. I am no risen phoenix. I am the rising jackrabbit, The Jackrabbit, The Unorthodox One, or so I am told, and I am a man that you, Talon, know so much about, and yet so little about. You can cry, whine, whinge, beg, plea me to �leave you be,� but none of these things will make it stop. This constant torment, this �haunting� won�t stop until I am satisfied that you have felt what you made me feel. Broken, both inside and out, and so, so vulnerable to all and everything around you. Am I getting through to you yet, birdy? I have not yet begun to get my revenge on you, do not think it is over, and more importantly do not fall for something that was so obvious as last Wednesday Oblivion. You have much to learn, old friend. Did you really think that I would forgive and forget with no more than a mere handshake on Oblivion? You fool! Now that you are blue-faced and suffering injuries from my Standing Joke, maybe now you will realise that this is more than a game. More than your pathetic dreams. This is for real, I am for real, and I am not going away. We will never be friends! Never again! What have you become? You are not the man that tried to kill me, you are a sadistic, satanic, demon worshipping, hell sucking, vampire kissing, ghost guzzling, goblin groping, phantom feeling freak! You have spent your days hunting for evils, but now I am back, and you are the Hunted Turn Hunter Turn Hunted! Your dreams may be over, but your nightmare has just begun! Ready Or Not, The Jackrabbit will get The Last Laugh�. Once again!� And with that, The Jackrabbit stands up, kicking the stool away, tips back his head, and lets off a loud, long, hysterical laugh, which echoes through the gloom, and without notice the clouds drop once again, swirling and twirling, and they engulf the building and The Jackrabbit in one, and the scene fades to a world of weaving fog and clouds.