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The scene opens up on a field. Unusually, the field is the focus of the camera�s attention. It is long and dark, the sun has just gone down, and the dew-soaked grass glistens, except in some patches, where the grass has been mysteriously burnt away. But the night is starless, and the whole field is shrouded by darkness, and most of all, silence. Not a sound can be heard. Why is the scene set here? There is suddenly the sound of crunching footsteps on the dewy grass. A dark figure begins its trek across the field. He is wearing a long, black detective-like cloak, and a large-brimmed; Sherlock-style hat covers his head and face, as well as a dark pair of sunshades that hide his eyes. The figure does not want to be recognised. Mysteriously, he is also holding his shoulder with one hand, and there is a peculiar shape beneath the cloak where his hand is. The figure stomps its way through the steep fields. It stomps as it gets to a burnt patch in the grass, and stares at it for just a few moments. Then it turns its head, and continues on its journey. The silence is broken by the sound of a whizzing, and then an explosion, and the figure turns to see a dazzling display of orange and red lighting up the sky. The figure continues as the fireworks continue to destroy his peace. Finally, the camera has followed the figure to the end of his journey. It arrives at a small, wooden shack, no bigger than the size of a shed. The wooden door hangs loosely on its hinges, making it creak in the breeze. The figure takes a key from one of the large pockets in his jacket, and puts it into the rusty padlock on the door. The door is unlocked, and the figure enters. The camera follows quickly inside before the window pushes the door to.
Inside the shack there is no carpet and no wallpaper. The walls are left in their original wooden state, although the floor has had concrete laid down. Cold, bare concrete. The floor itself is littered with the most unusual items. Trashcans, 2x4s, thumbtacks, steel road signs, lead piping, tipped-over shopping trolleys, kendo sticks, and rolls and rolls of rusted barbed wire, just to name a few. But these �hardcore� items have been brushed up against one wall, leaving the most of the concrete floor bare and empty, to provide more room and walking space. The �Graveyard of Hardcore� has been recently tidied! The figure then spins around, and knocks the hat off his head, where it floats to the floor. The camera now sees that the figure it has followed has long, blonde hair, flowing down to his shoulders. The man is recognisable already. He releases the cloak, and tosses it onto a hook on the back of the rickety door. The man is wearing a pair of dark grey, denim jeans, and a black T-shirt. On the T-shirt there is emblazoned a large rabbit, with grey fur, long, pointed ears, long, pointed teeth and glaring red eyes. The man wearing this is, undoubtedly, the Golden Wrestling Organisation�s The Jackrabbit! But there is something different about him this time around. It is not a haircut, for the length of his hair never changes. It is not a change of clothing, because The Jackrabbit has only two different T-shirts and three different bottoms. No, the difference is the same object that made the unusual lump in the cloak. It is an object that The Jackrabbit is clutching onto his shoulder. It is a belt. This belt is larger than your average belt, and has a thick, dark gray, leather strap, and three golden plates, two smaller plates on the strap, and one larger plate in the centre. The smaller plates are beautifully pattered, and to the left of one are three, white strips of metal. To the right of the other plate, there are three more identical strips, but these are red. The centre plate has on it has a shield and some excellent patterns. Below this are two words: �Commonwealth Champion� and above everything else, there are the three most significant letters: �G W O.�
This belt that rests so cosily over the shoulder of The Jackrabbit is none other than the official Golden Wrestling Organisation Commonwealth Championship belt, and it is finally over the shoulder of its rightful owner, who is now the self-proclaimed Unorthodox One, The Jackrabbit! The Jackrabbit pulls his three-legged stool upright, and sits himself down on it.
THE JACKRABBIT: �Hey-a loyal �Rabbit Fans and �Rabbit Fans that only like me �cos I�m champion a-like. Do not threat, I love you all the same. Because that is exactly what I am, isn�t it? GWO Wealthy Commoner Champion. I know that�s exactly what I have been for months and months now, but now it is actually undisputable. I can know longer get anti-loyal �Rabbit Fans comin� up to me and saying I isn�t champion �cos Silvio Syn is� �cos basically, now he isn�t. People said I was never champion �cos I never won it in a match. They say Silvio Syn beat Kirk James and that makes him champion. So what if he beat Kirk James? Is you people forgetting who gave that title to Kirk James? The Jackrabbit� that�s me! I did it! I attacked Talon and made him lose this belt to Kirk James. So it shoulda� been my title ages ago, anyhow! Well, now it is my title, and nobody can say it isn�t. Well, they can, but they�d be wrong. Right now, I am the number one representationist of all Wealthy Commoners, and I love this title more than anything else� even though it does smell a bit fishy, but I suppose that�s what happens when things get lost in rivers. I told every-single-body that I would be able to beat Silvio Syn� I told them I was better than him� and they said I was wrong. I guess I was the underrabbit. But this underrabbit walked out as the overrabbit, with the title over my shoulder. Well, it was in my hands at the time, but all the same, I still had it. And the last thing I said before Tree Son, was �The Jackrabbit will get The Last Laugh over Silvio Syn!� And look who was right. Was it Syn? No. At the Paper Pay-Per-View, I gave Silvio The Last Laugh, and he landed on his silly little head, and I climbed all the way up that ladder, and I got my title for a successful title defence. Silvio Syn was so out of it, he couldn�t even chase me up the ladder to end it with one last struggle for the gold. Hahahaha! Well, Silvio Syn can now look forward to going on to the Golden Extra-thingy without this belt to hinder him in his World Title shot a Zimmy-majig. He was a good opponent, a tough one too, and I just gotta say good job Syn, and sorry about the fact that I am the champion and you are not. Nah-nah-ner-nah-ner! Hahahahahahahahahahahahah!
But onto more important matters� guess what, �Rabbit Fans. IT�S HALLOWEEN! Halloween is so cool! It�s the best celebration in the whole year. Except Christmas. And Easter. But after that, it�s cool. �Cos getting free candy is neat. Not as neat as free prezzies or free chocolate eggs, but still pretty neat nonetheless. Did I ever mention what a cool word �nonetheless� is, �cos� actually, let�s not go there again! Halloween is funny though, ain�t it? Stuff �bout monsters and ghosts, which everybody (except Kirk James) realises doesn�t actually exist! Hahahahahahhaha!�
The Jackrabbit�s laughter is interrupted as the single, lampshade-less bulb on the ceiling suddenly flickers and then goes out with popping noise. The scene is cloaked by complete darkness, which draws some soft whimpers from the now unviewable Jackrabbit. He begins to try to find the light switch, but in the dark he trips over a roll of barbed wire, which has strayed from its pile. The GWO Commonwealth Champion lies face down on the floor in pitch darkness. The wind whistles though the pane-less window, and chills the entire shack. There are no street lamps outside to fill the shack with light, and the field that is in the middle of nowhere (wherever that is) has suddenly got very dark and very cold. The Jackrabbit crawls forward, but his face gets covered by a sticky cobweb that he never even knew was there. He tries to scrape the horrible cobweb away, and as he does so he hears a cackle from outside his door. He freezes in terror. He hears the horrifying cackle again, and the tingling legs of the spider which once occupied the web is now creeping inch by inch across his face. But this is not what concerns him, for it is the ever closening presence of something outside his never-visited shack that bothers the Commonwealth Champion. He cowers back against the three-legged stool, and brushes the irritating creepy crawly from his face. Then he hears it� a tapping at the door. It is quieter at first, but it increases it its volume. He hears the cackle from the knocker outside the door, and a low, soft voice saying. �Open up! You�ve got to give it to me!� Then he realises it. Whatever it is outside his door wants his belt, and it will do anything it must to get it. He hears another, less soft voice. �He�s in there. I watched him go in.� The Jackrabbit shrinks back. Then he hears the knocking again, followed by the original voice. �Shall I try opening the door?� The Jackrabbit holds in a scream. They are coming, and they are coming for him and his belt. And on Halloween too, when they are at their strongest, for there is no doubt in the �unbelieving� mind of The Jackrabbit that there are monsters at his door. Monsters with a hunger for Commonwealth gold. The door creaks slowly open, and a glowing, yellow light flows in through the crack. The Jackrabbit can see the room again, and he grabs a 2x4 and slides the roll of barbed wire that tripped him onto the end of the wood. He clutches the barbed wire 2x4 to his chest, inadvertently tearing his T-shirt and scratching his prized belt. But he does not notice or care, for his attention is on the hand that is pushing his door so slowly open. The hand is long and the skin is pale, although the top of it is hairy. The fingernails are long and pointy, and would be dangerous in combat. The Jackrabbit wants to scream in terror, but he knows he must not. He also knows that no amount of wrestling skills can save him from the monsters of Hell. As the door opens wider, the mysterious glow grows bigger. Until the door is finally swung completely open. And there they stand. Two demons of hell with the intent to kill! The first is undoubtedly a witch, and is the one with the hand that pushed open the door. She has a long, pointed black hat on her head, with cobwebs wrapped around it. She also wears a long, flowing black gown, also covered with silky cobwebs, and is carrying a Jack-O-Lantern, which is emitting the mysterious, orange glow. The witch�s face is warty, and her skin is pale. She has a long, pointy, wart-covered nose as well. Her partner in evil is a ferocious beast. A werewolf, in fact, with a completely hairy body. He is so covered with curly, brown fur that his skin cannot be seen. His black nose is small and wet, and his mouth is gawping open showing rows and rows of filthy white teeth, each one dripping saliva. The Jackrabbit can smell the wolf�s breath from across the room. The Jackrabbit lets out a long and terrified wail at the sight of the demons, and he clutches the Commonwealth Title in one hand, and the barbed wire 2x4 in the other. And then the witch cackles three words, and the wolf growls three words�
MOMSTERS FROM HELL: �Trick Or Treat!�
THE JACKRABBIT: �What the�?�
The Jackrabbit does not know how to express his shock. The monsters from Hell, the witch and the werewolf, do not advance on him to tear him to pieces and steal his Commonwealth Title. No, instead they put out their hands, and look confused at The Jackrabbit. And then he realises. The monsters are small, only half his size. And in the open, gawping mouth of the werewolf is two wholes, through which there are two, gleaming eyes. And the skin on the witch�s hands and face is rubbery� in fact, it is rubber! The monsters from hell are no more than children, all dressed up and wanting candy! The Jackrabbit gets to his feet, and drops the barbed wire 2x4. He walks slowly forward, hoping his suspicions are correct.
THE JACKRABBIT: �R� R� �Rabbit Fans?�
WITCH: �Hey J.R!�
WEREWOLF: �Got candy, man?�
THE JACKRABBIT: �Err�. you�re not gonna kill me?�
WEREWOLF: �Course not! You�re the coolest wrestler ever!�
WITCH: �My brother has, like, all ya matches on video.�
WEREWOLF: �I do.�
THE JACKRABBIT: �Even the TAW ones?�
WEREWOLF: �Well, not the TAW ones. TAW wasn�t good enough to be worth watching back then. But your attacks on Talon was great.�
THE JACKRABBIT: �Yeah� burning that birdy was great fun!�
WITCH: �Well, do you have any candy please, Sir?�
THE JACKRABBIT: �Err��
The Jackrabbit runs back into his shack, and opens up the cupboard� nothing of any use in there, he realises. He opens up the fridge. There is a small chocolate gateau, but nothing more that kids would like. He grudgingly cuts the gateau into two halves� he would have liked to have eaten that himself. The Jackrabbit wraps the halves individually in kitchen roll from the cupboard. He runs swiftly back to the door, and hands the pieces of gateau to the children, one each.
THE JACKRABBIT: �Its all I got� but still, it�s chocolate.�
WITCH: �Thank you.�
WEREWOLF: �Thanks, man.�
The �monsters from hell,� aka. The �trick-or-treaters� leave the little shack, and leave The Jackrabbit with the question �how the hell did two kids know that he lived in a shack in the middle of nowhere?� The lengths kids will go to meet their wrestling hero� and to get candy!
The Jackrabbit has calmed down somewhat, but nonetheless he closes the door, bolts it from the inside with his padlock, and then takes a seat on the floor, his legs out in front of him and his belt in his lap, and talks to the camera in the pitch dark in attempt of avoiding further trick-or-treaters. After all, he gave away his only chocolate gateau!
THE JACKRABBIT: �I changed my mind. I don�t like Halloween at all! Monsters and goulies are nasty things. And nasty things are nasty! Why would anybody want to celebrate nasty things? When what you should do, is hide under your bed sheets until they all go away. That�s what I�m gonna do tonight. Hide from the nasty things. I don�t want no �Rabbit Fans knocking on my door dressed up all like nasty things just so they can have candy. What�s the sense in that? If they want candy, well� that�s what candy stores was made for! To sell candy. To kiddies that wanna eat it. Or me. �Cos I like candy, too.
You know, there is one person who would like Halloween. One person who likes the dark, and the nasty things like monsters and demons. Draco. Draco calls himself �The Hellacious One� and that means he likes Hell, or he comes from Hell, or summat. Well, Draco must be a real fan of Halloween then� I guess that makes him a Halloweener. Get it? Hahaha. Hallo-weener. Hahahahahahahha. Oh, nevermind. Draco happens to my opponent for the next GWO thing. Murder, I think. Well, Murder is right. What with Halloween and everything, I guess Murder is a good title. I would act all tough and say I will murder Draco at Murder� you know, like, for a pun (no, not the wrestler)� but I ain�t stupid like that� that�s the sort of thing Draco would say about me. I know I ain�t gonna kill nobody, I�m just gonna have my way with them� and that�s a different kind of �way� than the kind of �way� that Trayboy would have with them. I will get my way with Draco at Murder. And my way is to bash Draco around a bit, you know, like wrestlers are supposed to� if I didn�t bash Draco around a bit, Uncle Maggy wouldn�t be very happy at all� so I will bash Draco around a bit. Should be fun, but not in a Zimmy-majig type of way. I will knock Draco from pillar to turn post, and when all is said and done, I will be dropping Draco on his head in a way that is familiar to Silvio Syn, amongst so very many others. Draco should feel unfortunate he ain�t getting a shot at my beautiful Wealthy Commoner title� and he probably does. But he must remember, only the deserving get a shot in this world, and Draco ain�t in the world� no, I didn�t mean that� I meant that Draco ain�t deserving. Darn it! But I ain�t a dumb Jackrabbit. I know that Draco will moan about not getting a title shot, and he will say I�m too scared to put it on the line. And in response to that, I will answer: Draco, you Hell-bent numbskull, I don�t make the matches around �ere, Uncle Maggy does� I ain�t scared of you. I�ve beaten you twice in the past, or have you forgotten that? Once in TAW, to win my first ever belt, in my third ever match, and the other time was not that long ago� at The Gauntlet� I�m sure you haven�t forgotten that yet. I put you out of The Gauntlet in the very first round, remember? I withstood your Hellacious� that wiggle in the air thingy. �The dreaded Hellacious.� I don�t dread The Hellacious. And I don�t dread Draco. You may be almighty and powerful tonight, but tonight is Halloween. When it comes to Murder, it won�t be Halloween, cause two things don�t happen on one day. On Murder, you won�t be almighty and powerful. You will just be plain, old, Hellacious Draco. Draco my lad, at Murder it will be �The Hellacious One� vs. �The Unorthodox One.� Well, two Ones. Cool. But Hellacious just means he likes hell. Unorthodox means that Draco has gotta expect anything, because The Jackrabbit will do anything, and everything, to pick up the victory. Because that�s what unorthodox is. Expect the unexpected. And also expect that�
The Jackrabbit will get The Last Laugh!�
The Jackrabbit�s voice can be heard laughing. A long, loud, hysterical laugh. This is the point that the scene would fade to black, but since it is already in pitch-blackness, I guess it will have to fade to white instead.
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