Knowledge. Something that everyone would like and that few actually have. Is it true that with knowledge comes power? If so, then is it also true that with great power comes great responsibility? And if so, then are we not handing out knowledge too freely? Every day you learn something, and most days most people have knowledge shoved down their necks in the hope they will remember it and so get far in their lives with the knowledge they have obtained. But nonetheless, we seek knowledge, we want knowledge, the more knowledge we get, the more power we get, and the more goals we can fulfil. The scene opens up� the journey continues. This time the camera�s view is focused on yet another small town. But this is not the common town of tall buildings, smart cars and long lawns. And this is also not the town where we walk on dirtpaths made by soles of beggar�s feet, and in which the citizens live in trailers in poverty. Can nothing ever be the same? For now the camera is located in an unusual town. The sun burns down on a path made by hundreds of individual white slabs weaves its way through the town, with grass on each side of it. To both sides of the path are buildings, presumably homes. The homes are made of wood and straw, all fixed together by some great work of craftsmanship. Peculiar symbols are emblazoned all over towels and cloth, usually white, hanging from open windows or roofs. There are no doors, but instead gaping holes in the side of the wooden sides of each hut, for people to enter and exit in single file. And the people themselves� the people have an oriental look to them. On their heads are unusual, wide-brimmed hats to keep the Sun�s glaring rays off their faces. Most of them wear long robes, white, grey or brown, and they all walk around bare-footed. Except one. There is one figure that is just making his way into this unusual little town. This figure has long, blonde hair, let loose to flow across its shoulders. A pair of dark, tinted sunshades covers the figure�s eyes, and it is also wearing a pair of blue, tartan long-shorts and a black T-shirt. Emblazoned on this T-shirt is the image of a large rabbit, with grey fur, long, rigid ears, buckteeth sticking out, and red eyes gleaming insanely, as the rabbit laughs maniacally. The image is clue number one to the identity of the figure (as if you couldn�t already guess.) The figure has on his back, for it is surely a he, a rucksack which is red, green and blue� a bright rucksack that would be better suited to someone on their first day of school. The rucksack is wet, but is no longer dripping, and it is also packed to the brim with belongings, with a brown, detective-style hat pinned to the back with a safety clip. Over the man�s shoulder there is a belt. A belt with a grey, leather strap, with three gold plates on top. On the largest, central plate are three letters �G W O� and beneath that the words �Commonwealth Champion.� The belt is the unique Golden Wrestling Organisation Commonwealth Championship belt, and the man wearing this belt across his shoulder is the Golden Wrestling Organisation Commonwealth Champion, The Jackrabbit! The Jackrabbit walks step by step, meaningfully, through this oriental-like town, as the unorthodox citizens watch his every step. He dares not speak with any of them, if indeed they speak his tongue, and so each step is a nervous one. The Jackrabbit thinks to himself �what if they are actually them damiens that Talon was always on about?� and he hopes sincerely they are not, because whatever they are, �damiens� are probably scary� after all, �they must be if they hanged out with Talon.� But this constant staring is getting into the head of The Jackrabbit. He would like to scream, scream so loud that all their eyes pop out of their heads, but �laughing is so much cooler than screaming� and so he tips back his head, his flowing, blonde hair falls further down his back, and he lets out a long, ear-piercing laugh. The oriental-like people quickly disappear inside their huts� well, most of them do, particularly women and children. The braver men stand and watch the unusual newcomer. And The Jackrabbit shakes off the laughing and the caution, and he remembers his mission� the whole purpose of his journey� to find The Wealthy Commoner. The Jackrabbit walks up to the nearest man, an oriental with the usual large-brimmed hat, and flowing white robe with a weird, black symbol/letter on it. THE JACKRABBIT: �Hey-a, Yo, oriental dude, who are you?� ORIENTAL DUDE: �I am Honga Ching Chinga-Ling. What you do in our village?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Oh, Hey-a. How�s it goin�, Honga Dong Ding-dong?� HONGA CHING CHINGA-LING: �What� Who are you?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Oh, how rude of me, I�m The Jackrabbit, Wealthy Commoner champion of GWO and future� err� I�ll probably be summat in the future, too� I guess�� HONGA CHING CHINGA-LING: �You a rabbit?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Nope� I�m The �Rabbit� Jackrabbit to be precise.� HONGA CHING CHINGA-LING: �I do not un�� THE JACKRABBIT: [interrupting] �Are you The Wealthy Commoner, Ding-Dong?� HONGA CHING CHINGA-LING: �I do not understand� I do not speak tongue very well.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Well, don�t worry, Ding-Ding, of course you don�t speak tongue� you don�t need to either, �cos I speak English. So we should be alright. Now answer me would ya dude, are you The Wealthy Commoner?� HONGA CHING CHINGA-LING: �I think� we not understand� you must see The Master.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Ohhh�. The Master? You mean, The Master? How silly of me, of course I�ve gotta see The Master� who�s The Master?� HONGA CHING CHINGA-LING: �The Master rule this village� he teach us how to be in touch� with selves�� THE JACKRABBIT: �Why would you wanna be in touch with the elves? Seems pretty stupid to me, Ding-Dong� but I guess it�s your religion� take me to your Master.� Honga does not wish to spend anymore time talking with this usual stranger, and he hurries along to take The Jackrabbit to see The Master. The Master speaks fluent English, and perhaps he can help the unorthodox visitor. Honga Ching Chinga-Ling leads The Jackrabbit into one of the huts. It is the largest hut in the village, and has large symbols all over the outer walls. They pass through the gap in the side into the hut, and The Jackrabbit realises that he can see nothing. Smoke fills the entire hut, a soft smelling essence, which is meant to sooth the thoughts and clear the mind. But it doesn�t sooth our Commonwealth Champion, and The Jackrabbit finds it annoying. It makes his eyes water and chokes him. He grabs onto Chinga-Ling�s robe, and uses it to lead him deeper into the hut. They finally stop near a shrine� a large block of crafted stone, from which the smoke is emanating. Large symbols in white, black and red can be vaguely seen through the smoke, and they appear to be hovering. Two �oriental dudes� stand either side of the shrine, wearing long black robes with white symbols on, and they carry long, wooden staffs tipped with an unbreakable metal, a secret metal known only to the Orientals. A booming voice suddenly erupts from the shrine. BOOMING VOICE: �CLEAR!� On the command, the two guards hit buttons beside them, and on switch two giant fans that The Jackrabbit had not noticed. The blades begin whirring, and the smoke is blown away from the shrine. This allows The Jackrabbit to see the figure seated atop of the shrine. The Master. The figure is small, only two foot high in fact. He wears a miniature robe, grey in colour and rather baggy looking. His ears are unusually pointed, and his skin is becoming slightly green with old age. The Master speaks to the speechless (wow!) Jackrabbit. THE MASTER: �Hello, The Jackrabbit, Doya am I, Master of The Oriental clan of the Deji. Seek me, you do, to answer great questions, you hope.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Are you one of these cheesy �mysteriously-knows-everything� guys? �Cos they make movies boring.� DOYA: �Curious, you are, young one. �Mysteriously-knows-everything� I do� make movies boring, I do not.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Well, I thinks you do� hey, do you happen to have an unreasonable problem with a guy in a shiny, black mask who�s got a bad case of asthma?� DOYA: �Varth Dader, you refer to. But in league with him, you are not, for the all-knowing Master of the Deji am I.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Since you is the all-knowing summat-or-other, you think you could tell me where I can find The Wealthy Commoner?� DOYA: �Complete your mission, I cannot. Find what you seek alone, I am afraid you must.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Ahh, what�s the use of knowing everything if you never tell anybody anything? I need him to help me win matches� if I�d had the Commoner-Powers, I could have defeated Draco.� DOYA: �Mis-lead, you are my young friend. Trust in yourself, you must, if you are to retain your title.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Can you spell that out for me, please?� DOYA: �T-R-U-S-T� I-N�Y-O-U-R-S-E-L-F!� And with that said, the smoke emanating from the shrine suddenly begins to glow colours of green, red and white, and The Jackrabbit looks into it with awe� or just because it�s pretty colours. The Jackrabbit finds himself in the middle of a field. The lush, green grass is growing up beside him, and it has become quite tall. He staggers to his feet, and realises that there is no sign of the village, the shrine, the Oriental clan of the Deji, or the wise Master Doya. But yet beneath his feet is a single path of individual, white slabs! The Jackrabbit slaps his head in confusion� whatever just happened, it sure was weird. THE JACKRABBIT: �Err� that was weird. Where�d all the oriental dudes go? And that funny, little green elf? They is supposed to make me find The Wealthy Commoner! What�s the darn point in knowing everything if you don�t tell no one nothin�? Stupid elves. It�s all their fault. Elves are always to blame. They try to tell me that they make all the Christmas prezzies, but I know that elves can�t make TVs and computer games� I know they cheat and buy it all from Toys �R Us. I�m not an idiot, you know! But whilst I�m on the subject of Draco, he may have beaten me last week at Murder, but it�s just �cos I didn�t have the Commoner-Powers yet� Draco was just lucky I ain�t found The Wealthy Commoner yet. But he�s a good wrestler� well; he�s pretty good at wrestling, anyway. He wrestled The Jackrabbit� that�s me� and beat me. That proves summat� dunno what, but I bet it proves summat. Draco is The Hellacious One� he proved that� but I also proved why I am The Unorthodox One. Cos nobody expected me to do what I did on Murder. Lose� yeah, nobody expected The Jackrabbit to lose. All the �Rabbit Fans must have been shocked. But they�ll get over it, and a win at Murder this week will put them straight, for sure. Well, I suppose I should talk about that. GWO has a thing about hearing people speak their minds. I don�t really get how that works though� �cos normally, people speak words, not minds. It seems pretty silly to speak your mind� how do you do that? I can�t do it, so instead I�m going to speak my words about my opponent for Murder. The guy who is getting a shot at my Wealthy Commoner title� a guy called�� The Jackrabbit takes a small slip of paper from his pocket and reads it, before continuing his speech. �Dylan Cage. His name is Dylan Cage� apparently. Well, I heard that this guy has been a GWOite longer than The Jackrabbit� that�s me! Well, that may be so, but there is lots of people that has been GWOites longer than The Jackrabbit, and I have beaten many of them� not all, but definitely many. I�ve beaten Eddie Amazo, Talon with an Acao, Draco, and Silvio Syn� just a small portion of my victories there. This Cell guy may have been the Wealthy Commoner Champion before, but hakunamatata. The past is over, Dylan Cell, and right now, The Jackrabbit is the GWO Wealthy Commoner Champion. So basically, you may be a great ring competitor, but you are washed up. You said it Cell, you were once in the main events in GWO. But GWO knows what the �Rabbit Fans want. GWO knows that keeping old washed-up has-beans� (I don�t like beans; they�re yucky) is not good for business� well, okay, I don�t nothin� about business, but it�s probably not good for business. Which is why, Dylan Cell, GWO is putting The Jackrabbit in the greenlight. �Cos GWO knows that �Rabbit Fans love The Jackrabbit� naturally. And that, Cell, is why you aren�t gonna be The Wealthy Commoner champion ever again� and you will never be The Little-People Champion ever again� sorry Cell, but your time is numbered. You�re days are gonna be spent Troyboying little boys like Justin Woodstream. You know, GWO is falling to the Trayboy disease. First Tray, then Ricky Ragey, then Timmy Soprano and now Dylan Cell. That�s pretty scary. But don�t you worry loyal �Rabbit Fans and none loyal �Rabbit fans alike; The Jackrabbit would never become a Troyboyer. But I just remembered summat� you know how this Wealthy Commoner search would be made so much easier? If that dumb Talon with an Acao would have helped me sniff it out. Everybody is always calling him an animal, and he likes biting people, so he must be like a dog. Maybe half-human half-dog? Or half-dog half-human, mayhap? Well, whatever the weather, it wasn�t fair that that dumb animal should hit me and make my nose bleed some red stuff� well, Acao, I beat you up before, like wrestlers do, I can do it again� Acao, some words of advice� don�t bite off more than you can chew�� And with that, and without the usual go home line, and without a laugh or so much as a smile, The Jackrabbit reaches over the camera�s view and the scene� disappears.