Phobia; A strong fear, dislike or aversion. A persistent, abnormal, and irrational fear of a specific thing or situation that compels a person to avoid it, despite the awareness and reassurance that it is not dangerous. Although most phobias are with great reasoning and purpose. And most try to avoid� escape, their phobias. But sometimes, the situation arises when phobias cannot be avoided. The scene fades slowly into that of a dark, long, hollow corridor. A single, lampshade-less, low power bulb, swinging loosely from the ceiling, lights the room, although not to an extent of welcoming. The corridor is almost empty, and it has an uncarpeted floor and paint-less walls. The corridor does have windows, although they are boarded up with long, rotting planks of wood. Several concrete doors lead off from the corridor. Blue spray paint sprawls its way across the long part of the wall, spelling out the words: �Ready Or Not� Here I Come!� On the other wall, opposite the pray-painted graffiti hangs a picture in a gold photo frame. The picture is of a long-eared, buck-toothed, grey-furred, red-eyed rabbit, laughing callously. The camera zooms in on the rabbit, zooming quickly into its mouth. When the view flashes back to the corridor, a figure is seen leaning against the wall. He has long-blonde hair in a ponytail, long, blue, tartan shorts and a black T-shirt exhibiting the image of a flaming bird, a phoenix, being engulfed by a wide-mouthed and in every way sadistic rabbit, not dissimilar to that from the photo on the wall. The T-shirt is, strangely, covered in feathers from some type of bird. The figure himself is recognizable as The Jackrabbit from GWO, the man who showed his face on GWO television only three weeks ago, yet has already made his name known. As the camera moves in on him, The Jackrabbit tips back his head and lets out an hysterical laugh. �Ready Or Not� Here I Come! Hey-a �Rabbit Fans! Hey-a Talon, ole� pal, how�s things? Seems like I really got you last week, huh? Sheesh! How much money did Prez One and Prez Two take outta your pay check for all that damage? And what about that poor, poor photographer you beat the living chipmunks outta? What did he ever do to you, Tal? Maybe he slept with your brother? Or maybe he was the guy who photographed you in the shower and gave it to the Playboy magazine? Or maybe, just maybe, he is the guy who cost you your World Title shot and Commonwealth title?! No, that was me� The Jackrabbit. Hahahahahaha! Talon? I thought you wanted to be friends? And then, last Wednesday at Oblivion, you trashed the entire frigging arena! What was that all about? Were you looking for the annoying, little Jackrabbit? Well, I am so sorry, but I just couldn�t possibly to make it to Oblivion for you. I tried so hard, but I just couldn�t make it. You know the story? Prior commitments. Although I must say, Tal, you really keep your precious �Dark Tower� nice and clean. I couldn�t find a spot of dust in the entire place before I went in there. You see, I knew right away summat� was missing. I had a great time in your lil� resort thanks, Talon, although I must say I was mighty miffed to find you don�t have a TV. Why is that? I suppose you don�t want your precious demon statues �straying� onto �naughty channels,� am I right? Or is it that you hate Disney programs with a grudge and the thought that you may accidentally flick onto them? Well, you certainly have changed from the days of lumping onto the couch with a beer in one hand and a chocolate bar in the other, haven�t you? But I forget, that was before the incident. That was before the �daemons� possessed your mind and paid you to push me off a building. Before they told you to kill me. There was the one �daemon� all red-like, with little pointy horns and a barbecue fork, and he was saying �Go on you can do it! Push that guy off the edge and I�ll fill your life with the pleasures of�. Err�. devilism� whatever. And then, on ya� other shoulder, there was the lil� white dude, with the wand and the halo, and that guy was saying �Err� Do you have any Coke on ya, that red guy with the barbecue fork is making me feel hot and thirsty.� And so you thought, do I give the white guy some Cola, or do I push my best friend off a building. The option was simple, wasn�t it, Talon. �If I push him, he won�t come back to haunt me in GWO and make my life a living hell.� That�s what you thought, wasn�t it birdy-boy? Well, what you didn�t expect was me to come back to haunt you in GWO and make your life a living hell. And now I have. And yet, to thank me for doing that, you accuse of stealing stuff from you? A bird? I never stole no bird.� For the first time, The Jackrabbit notices the bird feathers on his T-shirt, and coughing abruptly as if to cover up, he brushes them off into his palm and stuffs them into a pocket. He looks around nervously, as if checking in case anyone sees. He doesn�t even consider the millions of people that would be watching through the cameras� lens. Err�.. yeah. Oops�. Err�. damn chicken soup, always gets me covered in feathers. Err� he he� Well, you did a flaming great job of beating Justin Zany last week didn�t you, Tal? What was it, Bloody Talon followed up with a Death From Above off the top rope, and a clean swift pin, 1� 2� 3. No, it wasn�t? What, you got your ass kicked by the screwball, got given a Zany (crazy) DDT, and an InZane thing-a-ma-jog, and just like that you got beat by some scrawny screwball Loserweight? Oh well, life sucks don�t it, Talon? But hey, it beats going through four years of mind-numbing, pain-inflicting, physical and mental torment like you put me through. Yeah, you got it lightly, Tal old boy! You got off with a hat-trick loss record, including the loss of a Commonwealth title shot and the price of a World Title shot. Don�t feel sorry for yourself, Stigma, and don�t take it all out on any more arenas. Please. That goes for photographers too, ya� hear me? But hey! I heard that Phobia is comin� up? Next Sunday, ain�t it? And what, the competitor wrestler dudes don�t even know who they�re facing? Man, that could be a flamin� laugh backstage. The Jackrabbit puts on a mock ring-announcer�s voice: �And making his way to the ring� Brocster!� Back to normal voice. Brocster�s music plays. No reply. Back to announcer�s voice. �I said� BROCSTER!� Normal voice again. Still no reply. Once again, back to a mocking announcer�s voice. �Where the hell is Brocster?� Back to normal voice. In runs Brocster: And now The Jackrabbit puts on an impression of Brocster�s voice. �Sorry guys, I didn�t know I was scheduled next cos of the Phobia unknown card thingy. I was backstage �playing games� with a picture of Wonder Woman!� The Jackrabbit erupts into a fit of hysterical laughter, leaning against the corridor wall for support. Eventually his laughter ceases and The Jackrabbit continues to speak. �But in all seriousness, hahahahaha, Talon; you will be facing an opponent unknown to you at Phobia. I know your phobia, talon. Your phobia is The Jackrabbit� that�s me! It doesn�t matter who your opponent is this Sunday� although I think we all have a good idea who it may be� hahaha� be sure I will be watching you, Talon. Be sure that The Jackrabbit will once again make his impact felt. You�ve seen the New Gods, The Old School, you�ve seen 2 BaD and The Unstoppable Force? You�ve seen Hybrid Theory and the Knight family and lil� Bobster� but nobody, and Talon is nobody, has seen an impact made on GWO like the impacts the Jackrabbit can make! The Jackrabbit is an impact player, why? �Cause The Jackrabbit is The Unorthodox One, the man who laughs out loud! Wahoo! Talon, be ready for something to happen at Phobia that will make you go �Ooooh!� And something that will blaze close to your heart Tal, something that will enflame all your feelings, and will make your blood boil and your rage burn up. You�ll see, old friend, new enemy, you�ll see. And I will enjoy my revenge more than anything in the world. And why? Plain and simply because� The Jackrabbit enjoys getting The Last Laugh! And with that, The Jackrabbit stands up straight, tips back his head, and laughs out loud hysterically. The screeches of a bird are heard from one of the doors in the corridor. The Jackrabbit shouts �Shut Up!� to the door, before nervously carrying on the laughing. The camera view spins crazily around and the photo of the mad rabbit falls off the wall and smashes, as The Jackrabbit�s laughter echoes around the corridor, and the graffiti-sprayer �Ready Or Not� Here I Come!� zooms into the cameras lens, smashing it mysteriously. Static. If this Roleplay is above average, Click the logo Above.