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The scene opens up in the middle of a crazy bustling city. A city with big buildings, all splattered with their own commercialism and advertisements, hoping to drag in customers. These aren�t houses; these are great, big company shops. And bustling their way across the rough, concrete are hundreds of people, each one getting about their usual daily business. The camera is somehow above this bustling crowd, and it hovers over their heads and through the winding streets of shops. It stops at a large arena. The arena is large, towering high in the sky, and it has a large footprint size too. There are large flashing billboards on the front of the arena, reading �GWO SUPERSTAR, THE JACKRABBIT: HERE TONIGHT!�
The camera wastes no time. It zooms over the heads of the crowds that are bustling towards the locked doors of this arena, the London Arena, where two guards clad in back stand. The camera moves through the rowdy crowd, and it watches the guards intently. They are wearing black suits, with smart, white suits beneath it. They have short hair, as is the custom for guards, and are wearing dark sunshades, for appearance rather than function. There are large nightsticks in their belts. The camera then performs a trick, as its view goes straight through the big, glass doors, without opening them. The camera is now looking inside the arena, and it moves down a long, red-carpeted hall. It turns a corner into a long and wide hall, with a polished wooden floor. The elegant hall is empty, all but a few people at the furthest wall from the entrance.
There is a man with short, brown hair, dealing through papers. He is wearing black corduroys and a black �Golden Wrestling Organisation� staff T-shirt. The second man is fixing technical equipment, cameras, lights and microphones particularly. He has long, black hair, and is wearing a pair of blue denim jeans and an official �GWO Treason� T-shirt. The final man is sat on a stool, a three-legged stool, with his legs up on a table in front of him. He has long blonde hair, tied back in a ponytail, and has a pair of polished sunshades hiding his eyes. He is wearing a pair of grey, denim jeans and a black T-shirt. On the T-shirt there is an image of a crazed rabbit, with grey fur, long pointed ears, buckteeth and red eyes. This rabbit is laughing crazily. And this man can be only one person. This man can only be The Jackrabbit of the Golden Wrestling Organisation!
The Jackrabbit, however, looks unusually nervous. He keeps scratching his head, looking around the hall, and biting his nails every few minutes. He then looks to the GWO guy looking through his papers. His name is Barry.
THE JACKRABBIT: �Hey� so, they�re just gonna come in here� to meet me?�
GWO�S BARRY: �Yeah� they all really wanna see you.�
THE JACKRABBIT: �Oh� why?�
GWO�S BARRY: �Because you�re The Jackrabbit!�
THE JACKRABBIT: �So? What�s your point? You�re The Barry, why don�t they come to see you instead?�
GWO�S BARRY: �Because I am not a �superstar.� You are!�
THE JACKRABBIT: �Who? Me? A superstar?�
GWO�S BARRY: �Yeah� that�s what they call popular pro-wrestlers nowadays.�
THE JACKRABBIT: �Oh� strange. But why does they wanna see a superstar? What�s the point?�
GWO�S BARRY: �Mostly because you�re they�re idol. You�d be surprised how many of them wanna be a wrestler, just like you. They find you entertaining and funny.�
THE JACKRABBIT: �Well, I am pretty cool, ain�t it? And funny� and entertaining. I think I idolise myself��
GWO�S BARRY: �I don�t think you can do that��
THE JACKRABBIT: �Oh� shame. So� what does I do when they come in.�
GWO�S BARRY: �Well� just have a quick talk with them, one at a time. Answer any questions they might have��
THE JACKRABBIT: �Like what?�
GWO�S BARRY: �Well� they might wanna know what you think about your opponent for the Pay-Per-View. You�re wrestling at Treason, ain�t ya?�
THE JACKRABBIT: �Yeah� I�m defending my title against Silvio Syn.�
GWO�S BARRY: �Defending? Okay� well, anyway, also this is advertised as an autograph signing session� so if they give you something, the chances are they�ll want it signed by you��
THE JACKRABBIT: �Err� signed? What do you mean?�
GWO�S BARRY: �Your autograph� you know, it�s like a signature� you�re gonna tell me you�ve never signed anything before, now, ain�t ya?�
THE JACKRABBIT: �Err�. I ain�t. How do you sign things? Is that like what Trayboy�s kid does? �Cos I ain�t no good at signing� I talk with my mouth, it�s easier.�
GWO�S BARRY: �No� it�s when you write your name on something, but in a special unique way that only you know how to do.�
THE JACKRABBIT: �Oh no! This isn�t coo. I ain�t no good at writing stuff.�
GWO�S BARRY: �Well, that is pretty unique! You�d better learn� and quick. You only got ten minutes!�
Barry hands a pen to The Jackrabbit. The Jackrabbit struggles to hold it right at first, but eventually he gets his hand on it right. Barry tries to show him how to write his name, just the word �Jackrabbit� since that is long enough without adding the �The� on the front. But try as they might, there is no luck, and The Jackrabbit can�t manage to right his name. He can just about get the �J� right on the beginning.
THE JACKRABBIT: �That is annoyin�! I�m sure I used to be able to do this� Oh, but that was before� before the fall.�
GWO�S BARRY: �I�m sorry��
THE JACKRABBIT: �What are you sayin� sorry for, screwball? It was Talanacao that pushed me, not you? Unless you�re Talanacao in disguise! You�re gonna try to kill me again! You won�t do it, I won�t let you, Saul!�
The Jackrabbit grabs him by the scruff of the neck and forces him against the wall, pinning him against it as his papers scatter all over the floor. If we could see behind his sunshades, we would notice how glazed over his eyes are. He raises a fist� he wants to kill the man.
GWO�S BARRY: �Hey, stop! I�m not Talanacao, I�m just Barry! Damn it, man, get off me!�
The Jackrabbit snaps back to reality, and realises his mistake. He releases Barry, and dusts him off like a rug. He calmly sits back down on his chair, puts his sneakers back onto the table, and then tips back his head to let a loud, hysterical laugh escape from his throat. Barry picks his papers back up in a huff.
GWO�S BARRY: �I got an idea before you decided to go psycho on me! You know that symbol the GWO uses for you? The one with the �J� and the �R� joined together as one letter�?�
THE JACKRABBIT: �Err�. oh yeah, I remember. I likes that it�s coo.�
GWO�S BARRY: �Yeah. You think you could draw that with the pen?�
THE JACKRABBIT: �I�ll try��
The Jackrabbit puts his feet down, picks up the pen, and proceeds to draw his logo. After three attempts, he has drawn something that resembles the logo, of which he is very pleased with.
GWO�S BARRY: �Yeah, that�s it! When they give you something to sign, just draw that instead, okay?�
THE JACKRABBIT: �Yeah, coo. I can do that.�
The Jackrabbit is pleased with this new skill, and he proceeds to draw several more of these symbols onto his sheet of paper until there is no more room for it, and The Jackrabbit is now producing fairly accurate logos with the pen.
THE JACKRABBIT: �Okay, I finished. Can I go now?�
GWO�S BARRY: �No! You haven�t even met the fans yet! They�ll be here any minute.�
THE JACKRABBIT: �Oh� great. You know, I have this feeling that beating Silvio Syn in this special Treasure thingy match will be easier than meeting all these� fans. I always talk about my �Rabbit Fans, but I�ve never actually meeted any. I dunno what they�re gonna do to me! I just gotta remember� talk a bit to them, answer questions, and draw little pictures on anything they give to me� I think that was it� sounds easy, but I got this hobbirul, hobbirul feeling that�
The �Rabbit Fans will get The Last Laugh!�
Now is the time to say �To Be Continued� in an eerie, echoing voice. So�
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