Fans. No, not objects that spin around to cool you down. The fans in question are just simple people, men, women, and children alike. These people become fans by supporting something, or someone, which they love, adore or admire. They support that day to day, and give their lives to it. Most importantly, they believe in it. The camera fade slowly into the scene that GWO television left us with. The scene is inside the large London Arena, in one of its elegant halls. The carpet is red, the walls and floor is polished wood, which is so well polished that it shines like Titan 3�s head. (But that was not said, because I am an unbiased narrator.) And, as was the case before this scene was last drawn to a close, there are two men standing at the far end of the hall, awaiting their fate. (The technical support man has just left this scene� there is only so much equipment that can need fixing, and until this show is over, his job is done.) The other man wears a pair of black corduroys, and an official �Golden Wrestling Organisation� T-shirt. He was the man who tutored his associate in the art of drawing logos, and taught him to talk, answer questions and sign anything that �they� hand to him. His associate is, of course, the man with the long, blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. The man wearing a pair of grey denim jeans and a black T-shirt that has a long-eared, grey-furred, bucktoothed, red-eyed, maniacal rabbit emblazoned on the front. He associate is The Jackrabbit , as you would have known if you�d read the last chapter of this story properly! The Jackrabbit is as nervous as ever before� he has fought men twice his size, he has fought inside steel cages, and he has been pushed off a building 30 foot high� and yet for the first time in his life, that he can remember, The Jackrabbit is scared and nervous. Is he about to go into a hardcore match with Zimdela Brudon? No. Is he about to enter a Triple Cage match with The Punisher? No. He is about to go anywhere near Troyboy? No, that�s not it either. No, tonight, The Unorthodox One will be going head to head with� �Rabbit Fans. THE JACKRABBIT: �Normally I would start this thing off with a hearty �Hey-a �Rabbit Fans!� But that�s just the problem� in about five minutes I am going to be face to face with hundreds and hundreds of �Rabbit Fans� all of them wanting to talk with me, and touch me and poke me� and make me draw my likkle� squiggle onto different bits and bobs. I�m not sure I can take this�� GWO�S BARRY: [you should remember that Barry is the GWO guy standing beside The Jackrabbit] �Calm down, man� these fans believe in you. They want to see a cocky, confident Jackrabbit who is ready to kick some ass at Treason and who will answer every question they have for you.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Well, then they can find another Jackrabbit! I�m going home!� GWO�S BARRY: �No you�re not! GWO have funded this event, and if you don�t sell it, and make profit, we�ll both be in big trouble with the boss!� THE JACKRABBIT: �Uncle Maggy?!� GWO�S BARRY: �Yes� Magnus�. Does he mind you calling him Maggy?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Dunno, never asked him.� And that is when they hear the voice of one of the guards shouting to them. He shouts, �Okay guys, they�re coming in.� The Jackrabbit looks over to where the guard is, and the big glass doors swing open. And through the opening the doors make between them is filled by bundling people, each one with the same intention of meeting their idol, The Unorthodox One of wrestling, GWO�s own, The Jackrabbit! The fans notice him sitting nervously on his chair, with his sneakers on the table. They rush towards him, taking no time to look around the hall. Barry nudges Jackrabbit�s feet off the table, and receives a glare for doing so, before disappearing into the background to watch over the event. The fans waste no time in lining up so that they can get to talk with a GWO superstar, face-to-face. The first fan is a tall man, aged roughly thirty years old. He has medium-length, black hair, and he is wearing a leather jacket, with a white vest beneath it, and blue, denim jeans. MAN: �Hey, Jackrabbit.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Hey-a�. err�. �Rabbit Fan.� MAN: �Sorry. My name�s Andy.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Err, okay. So, what do you want Andy?� ANDY: �Well� first thing�s first, would you sign this football for my son, Tommy, please? He�s seven years old, and he loves football� oh, and GWO, of course. I ain�t a wrestling fan myself, but it�d mean a lot to Tommy if you�d sign his favourite football.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Yeah, I can do that, Tommy� I�ve been practising, you know.� ANDY: �Err� I�m Andy. Tommy�s my son.� Andy gives The Jackrabbit a peculiar look, as he hands him the brown football. The Jackrabbit takes up his black marker pen, and sprawls his well-practised �JR� symbol onto the leather. He then hands the ball back to Andy proudly. ANDY: �Cool, thanks man. Tommy will be so pleased, you�re his favourite� err� wrestler or entertainer? What do you guys prefer to be called? � THE JACKRABBIT: �Err�. a mixture, I guess� I wrestle cos I like to beat people up, and I entertain cos� err�. Uncle Maggy tells me to?� ANDY: �Err� whatever man, thanks for the signature.� And with that, Andy leaves, allowing the next �Rabbit Fan� to step up. It is a young boy. A teenager with a red, spotted face. He is wearing an official Jackrabbit T-shirt� it is the same one that The Jackrabbit himself is wearing, but of course in a much smaller size. TEENAGER: �Hi, dude.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Hey-a Rabbit Fan.� TEENAGER: �Hahaha! You, like, said one of your catchphrases!� THE JACKRABBIT: �I did? Oh� sorry.� TEENAGER: �No, no� it�s cool! Do another one�� THE JACKRABBIT: �Like what?� TEENAGER: �Err� like, that one about, like, I will get The Last Laugh!� THE JACKRABBIT: �No you won�t, kid, �cos The Jackrabbit always gets The Last Laugh!� TEENAGER: �U-huhhahaha! You said it! That is like, so cool!� THE JACKRABBIT: �I don�t get it�� TEENAGER: �Err� can you, like, sign my T-shirt, dude?� TEENAGER: �Yeah� I know how to do it now. Coo, huh?� The teenager nods, as The Jackrabbit takes up his marker pen and scribbles his logo onto the grey fur on the image of the rabbit on the boy�s T-shirt. The teenager is impressed with the signed T-shirt, and he looks like he is having the greatest day of his life. TEENAGER: �Err� thanks, dude. That is, like, so cool! You make sure you totally kick Silvio Syn�s ass, man, and you win that title, dude!� THE JACKRABBIT: �No� you�re wrong!� TEENAGER: �What?!� THE JACKRABBIT: �You made a mistake� at Tree Son, I ain�t winning no titles. At Tree Son, I am defending my Wealthy Commoner Title. You see, kid, Silvio Syn has been claiming that the title is his and always will be his. But he�s wrong� the title is mine and always will be mine! And the sooner Silvio Syn learns that the better for him, me, and all the spotty teenagers in the world! So kid, next time you meet me and tell me to win the title, you make sure you tell me to defend the title, �cos that title is already mine� at the Paper Pay-Per-View, I am defending�� TEENAGER: �Err� yeah, sorry dude. Like, I didn�t mean to offend you or nothing�. Thanks anyway, dude� c ya around.� The teenager leaves the queue, another satisfied �Rabbit Fan,� as in his place steps a little girl, aged about five years old, with her mother. The girl is wearing a pair of blue, denim dungarees with a pink T-shirt beneath it. She has long, brown hair tied in ponytails. Her mother is aged about thirty-five years old, and also has long brown hair, although hers is flowing down her shoulders. She has a loose black T-shirt and a tight pair of dark blue pants/trousers. THE JACKRABBIT: �Hey-a� err� which of you is the �Rabbit Fan?� MOTHER: �Hi� my daughter is a fan of yours. Her father watches the wrestling with her, but he couldn�t make it her today�� THE JACKRABBIT: �Oh shame� she�s a young �Rabbit Fan, ain�t she? [to the little girl] Hello little �Rabbit Fan!� MOTHER: �Her name is Alice.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Err� Hey-a Alice. How are you doing?� ALICE: �Hello� I�m fine thank you. How is you?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Err� I�m The Jackrabbit! You want summat signed?� MOTHER: �No, she hasn�t got anything you can sign. But she made something she wanted to give you.� Alice hands a leaf of paper to The Jackrabbit. On it there is a picture of her holding his hand, made out of coloured materials and papers that have been cut up and glued on. The picture is inaccurate in the body shapes, but it is quite clear to see what it is supposed to be. ALICE: �This is a pic of me and you. My daddy help me to cut up d� pieces wif scizzas. � The Jackrabbit looks at the meaningful picture. He then remembers Barry�s words� �If they give you something, the chances are they�ll want it signed by you.� The Jackrabbit grabs his marker pen, and scrawls his trademark logo onto the empty corner of the page. He then hands it back to Alice, with a proud grin on his face. ALICE: �Me want you keep it.� Alice pushes the picture back to The Jackrabbit, and she giggles childishly. The Jackrabbit decides that there is only one thing to do in a situation like this� and so he laughs too. A long, hysterical laugh, which provokes cheers from the fans behind Alice and her mother in the queue. The cheers cease The Jackrabbit�s laughs, and he gives the picture to Barry behind him to look after. Alice and her mother say their goodbyes, and leave� they are replaced by a group of three rowdy kids. One boy is slightly overweight, and looks about sixteen years old. He is wearing a black �Disturbed� hoody, and baggy jeans with a chain hanging down, and he also has an official �GWO� cap hiding his hair. Beside him is a short, but plump boy, presumably his brother of relative. The boy is wearing a red �Adidas� T-shirt and a pair of black, �Nike� jogging bottoms. Beside them is another boy, slimmer and taller than the others. He is wearing an official �New Sensation: Silvio Syn� T-shirt. He is also wearing a pair of baggy, dark blue combats. The boy with the �Disturbed� hoody speaks out. HOODYED KID: �Hey Jackrabbit!� THE JACKRABBIT: �Hey-a �Rabbit Fans!� HOODYED KID: �yeah, my name is Lance, this kid is my brother, Lee, and this is my mate Danny.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Okay, kids. You want summat signed.� LEE: �Yeah� can you sign my autograph book, please?� LANCE: �And my cap� I�m getting every GWO guy I meet to sign it.� The Jackrabbit accepts, before signing the cap and book thrust in front of him by drawing his symbol. He then looks to the other kid, who is silent and staring. He looks bored, angry or upset� THE JACKRABBIT: �You not got summat I can scribble on� err� Danny?� DANNY: �No.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Hey, �Rabbit Fan, you need to turn that frown upside down.� DANNY: �I ain�t no damn �Rabbit Fan!� THE JACKRABBIT: �What do you mean you�re not a �Rabbit Fan? Everybody�s a �Rabbit Fan!� DANNY: �You�re disillusioned, you freak! You�re so fake, with your pathetic �I�m a weirdo� act. Not like Silvio Syn� Silvio shows the fans who he really is and doesn�t put on some dumb act!� THE JACKRABBIT: �What do you mean? I ain�t acting� I just be myself all the time. And how dare you call me a weirdo! I ain�t a weirdo, you screwball kid! If you�re not a �Rabbit Fan, you can get outta my arena!� DANNY: �This ain�t your arena, American! It�s London�s! And I�ll tell you summat else� at Treason, Silvio is gonna kick your ass for even claiming you�re the champ! Silvio won that belt off Kirk James, and it�s his, and it always will be his, and at Treason, he�ll prove it!� THE JACKRABBIT: �And I�ll tell you summat else, kid-o! At Tree Son, Silvio Syn is gonna be getting� a taste of unorthodox! �Cos the old rule states �finders keepers, losers weepers!� Syn lost that belt, The Jackrabbit� that�s me� found it! So now, I am the Wealthy Commoner Champion, and Silvio Syn is just some guy who won the Gauntlet� he�s nothing on me. At Tree Son, it shouldn�t be Treasure Trail� it should be a �Finders Keepers match� because I will find that belt, I will beat Syn, and I will prove once and for all that The Jackrabbit is The undisputable Wealthy Commoner Champion!� DANNY: �� Whatever� Freak! And it�s Commonwealth, you weirdo!� And with the last words being his own, Danny turns and stomps away, pleased that the hours of waiting was well worth it� he got his cheap shot at The Jackrabbit and he got his name �in lights� on GWO television! Lance and Lee look hurt by their friend�s actions. LANCE: �Hey, sorry he did that, man! We had no idea!� LEE: �Yeah, soz. We know you�re gonna beat Silvio at Treason. Our dad is paying so we can watch it!� THE JACKRABBIT: �He�s a nice daddy.� LEE: �Yeah�� LANCE: �Can I ask you summat? Is it easy to portray your character?� THE JACKRABBIT: �I ain�t no character. Your stupid friend just said that! I ain�t faking nothing! I am who I am and who I am is The Jackrabbit! Get that into your heads, kids!� LANCE/LEE: �Sorry!� The kids leave the queue to find Danny, and in their place steps a man wearing a white shirt, with the top button undone, of course, and a pair of black pants/trousers. He looks The Jackrabbit in the eyes� and makes the GWO superstar unable to say his usual �Hey-a Rabbit Fans� in the process. MAN: �Mr. Rabbit?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Jackrabbit, actually.� MAN: �Yes, okay� I am the professional wrestling reporter from the Sports Independent magazine� I would like to ask a few questions if that is at all possible?� The Jackrabbit again remembers the wise words of Barry the GWO guy. �Answer any questions they might have�� THE JACKRABBIT: �Okay�� REPORTER: �Mr. Jackrabbit, can I get your comments on your history with Talanacao, or Talon, as he was then?� THE JACKRABBIT: �He was my best friend, before wrestling� he tried to kill me, and I made him pay with everything he ever had� a World Title, the Wealthy Commoner Title (which, by the way Mr. Reporter, I currently own and will defend against some screwball at the Paper Pay-Per-View.) You know, I even cost Talon the dearest thingy he�d got� a birdy. A parrot, I think it was, if my memory serves me right. Talon wrestled me, and then I beat Talanacao� which he decided to snap into� if I�m not mistaken or tricked, he�s got some screwed up head with two dudes inside, and he�s wrestling Trayboy at Tree Son. Actually, it�d be pretty cool to have two people in your head, cos that way one can keep an eye on your opponent, whilst the other tries to work out what move to do next� cos that�s the hardest part of wrestling, you gotta watch ya� bad guy and work out moves at the same time! � REPORTER: �Quite� can I get your opinions on Silvio Syn, your opponent for this upcoming event, Treason? You are facing him in a Treasure Trail match for his Commonwealth Title�� THE JACKRABBIT: �You made that darn mistake, too! It is not Silvio Syn�s title; it is The Jackrabbit�s! Why does everybody mess that up?! I found the title, it is mine, mine, all mine! If Ricky Ragey, or Jason, or Silvio Syn wants my title belt, they can wrestle me for it! Just like Syn is on Sunday! In a Treasure Trail match? Well, as usual, I dunno what that means� but you can be sure I�m gonna win� my guess, is that someone� maybe that dumb brunette cleaner� has buried the belt, and then me and Syn get a bucket and spade at the beginning� of the event and we gotta dig up Birmingham to try to find it� sounds bit boring, but bet that�s what Maggy thought up for us. I�ll tell you what I�d find funnier� cheese. No, not cheese� cheese is pretty funny, but I actually meant if I got to hit Silvio over the head with the spade instead� that�d be funnier... cos he�s having too much girly problems� his girlfriend left him or summat� but whatever, he should be more focused on beating� err� fighting me instead of worrying about some girl who don�t care about him anymore� Silvio� she just can�t care for you now!� REPORTER: �Sir� Silvio�s friend is dead! � THE JACKRABBIT: �Oh� [long silence] Well, then she definitely can�t care for him anymore, right?� REPORTER: �Well� err� Mr. Jackrabbit, your fans are waiting to speak with you, and there is a rather odd man behind me in this queue, so I�ll let you go now. Thank you for your time.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Err�. no problem-o!� The magazine reporter courteously leaves the queue. And into his place jumps a man. He is a medium-sized man, roughly 6�2�� in height. He has long, blonde hair, tied back in a ponytail, and a goatee of similar colour creeping over his mouth and across his chin. His eyes are hidden behind highly tinted sunshades, and he is wearing a pair of blue, tartan long-shorts and a black T-shirt� it is an official �Jackrabbit� T-shirt, with the same maniacal rabbit gracing the front as is on The Jackrabbit�s own T-shirt� in fact, this man is the spitting image of The Jackrabbit, all except for the difference between their shorts and jeans! THE JACKRABBIT: �Err�. Hey-a �Rabbit Fan!� THE JACKRABBIT: �Hey-a �Rabbit Fan?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Huh?� THE JACKRABBIT: �What?� THE JACKRABBIT: �What?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Huh?� THE JACKRABBIT: �What are you doin�?� THE JACKRABBIT: �What are you doin�?!� THE JACKRABBIT: �Hey, stop it!� THE JACKRABBIT: �Quit it!� THE JACKRABBIT: �Quit what?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Quit it! Or you will learn why The Jackrabbit always gets The Last Laugh!� THE JACKRABBIT: �You don�t get The Last Laugh! I do! Always! � The Jackrabbit has heard enough� the real Jackrabbit, that is� He lunges over the table, knocking it over as he grabs the Jackrabbit duplicate by the neck. He plants his knee in the duplicate�s gut twice� the duplicate seems to have lost all signs of chirpiness, and is now begging and screaming for mercy. The real Jackrabbit tosses his counterpart onto the table, and begins to pummel his chest. As the duplicate staggers to his feet in a feeble attempt to escape, The Jackrabbit lifts him onto his shoulders readying for THE LAST LAUGH! But the fans behind jump onto their idol in an attempt to stop the move that could put this duplicate of him in hospital. The Jackrabbit drops the man on his back harmlessly as he fights off the fans that are all over him. He pushes his way out, to stand beside GWO�s Barry. THE JACKRABBIT: �He wasn�t a �Rabbit Fan! He was a �Rabbit wannabe! These people are all loonies! You make sure you remind me to never ever ever do this fan thing again!� On the final words of The Jackrabbit, and of his meeting with his �loyal �Rabbit Fans,� the scene fades out to the image that a limited number of fans collected this night. The �J.R� logo.