The past. So often you will hear �put the past behind you� or �forget it, its history.� But are these actually wise policies? Is it not also said that we should �learn from our mistakes?� If we forget the past, we forget our mistakes, and we cannot learn from them. If we forgot the two World Wars, how would we know not to engage in war again? And either way is it that easy to forget our past? If something has been so significant in our life, good or bad, can we really just let it go? The scene opens onto that of greenery. The floor below is moist, green grass, wet from the morning dew. The sun glares heavily on a long plain of grass. That is all there is; grass. Except, perhaps, for the odd daisy or dandelion. The camera looks over the hill, and it sees the beginning of a forest of tall trees, creating a canopy over the entire forest. But the camera does not want a deeper view of this forest. Not just yet. It spins around suddenly at the sound of a pair of feet slushing through the dew-filled grass. There is a figure walking towards the camera. A recognisable figure. The camera moves up the figure, from feet to head. The figure is wearing a pair of high, black, leather boots, and also a pair of grey, tartan long-shorts. He is also wearing a black T-shirt, and on it there is emblazoned a picture of a large, grey-furred, red-eyed rabbit, opening its jaws wide to swallow and engulf a flaming eagle, a bird much like a phoenix. No, actually� a bird that looks much like Talon�s pet eagle did the day that The Jackrabbit set it alight! The camera continues up the figure, showing several silver chains around his neck. The figure, a man, is wearing dark sunshades to hide his eyes, and he has long, blonde hair flowing down over his shoulders. Speaking of shoulders, over one of them there is a large, dark gray leather belt with gold plates on top. The largest, central plate has on it the following: �GWO COMMONWEALTH WELFEE COMMONA CHAMPION.� The word �Commonwealth� has been crossed out with a blue felt-tip pen, and the words �Welfee Commona� (or Wealthy Commoner, if we are being grammatically correct) have been written just below it in the same pen. The belt is the GWO Commonwealth (or more fondly known as Wealthy Commoner) Title belt. And the figure holding it is GWO�s Commonwealth Champion, The Jackrabbit! The Jackrabbit has his red, blue and green rucksack on his back, with his brown cloak, rolled up, sticking out of the top, and his detective-like hat pinned to the side with a safety pin. The Jackrabbit is holding his newly found (or stolen) map up in front of him, again blocking his view, as he tries to make out what the hell it is all about. He walks purposefully across the plain, and takes one moment to look around the side of the map to try to match up his position with the locations on the map. He realises for the first time that he is just feet from the forest ahead of him, and he sit downs on the damp grass, his feet out in front of him. He looks slightly disturbed by the sudden wetness on his ass, but shrugs it off. (At least its not the type of wetness Troyboy gets on his ass!) The Jackrabbit looks at the map. There are mountains� lots of mountains� and there are little boxes with �P�s in the middle and there are lots of lines; red lines, yellow line, blue lines. Boxes fill the map with little letters and numbers in� actually, they all lie on top of the lines. There is a long river, and of course, there is the blue and white box marked �WC�, (which The Jackrabbit has already deducted must indicate The Wealthy Commoner�s lair.) And then The Jackrabbit notices it. A small area of green, with some mini tree drawings on them. THE JACKRABBIT: �That�s gotta be it!� The green patch must be a forest; the exact forest he can see before him now! He looks to the map again. The blue and white box indicating the location of The Wealthy Commoner is behind the green patch, meaning that this forest is standing between The Jackrabbit and The Wealthy Commoner! It seems, however, that The Jackrabbit has not yet noticed the long road that leads right around the dark, damp forest to the other side. Or maybe he just wants an adventure? Nevertheless, The Jackrabbit walks meaningfully towards the forest. He stops at the edge of it. THE JACKRABBIT: �Well, �Ere it goes!� He folds up his map and stuffs it into the pocket of his long-shorts, before taking a deep breath and heading into the depths of the forest. Every step he takes makes the light of the opening he has just left seem smaller and dimmer. The canopy created overhead by the leaves of the trees is so thick then it blocks out all the beaming sunlight, allowing only the occasional finger-sized ray of light to break through in the odd places. This makes the forest a very dark place, and the dampness from the last night�s rain is still evident on the muddy ground beneath the Commonwealth Champion�s feet. Eventually, what little light The Jackrabbit could see from the opening is now far from his view, and he is shrouded by complete darkness, making it hard to keep to the mud path he is travelling on. The day, or night, or whatever time of the day it is now, since there is no way to tell in this darkness, gets older. Even if The Jackrabbit did have a watch, he would not be able to see it in this absence of light. And as the time does pass, The Jackrabbit begins to think he can hear noises. THE JACKRABBIT: �Hello? Anybody�or anything� there? Oh how dumb of me. It�s probably psycho� psycho�. Err�. psychopathical. I�m just imagining it, that�s what it is.� He laughed to himself� something he quite commonly does. He is half-expecting to be ambushed by giant spiders� or a crazy pack of paranoid elves� or maybe a half-bear half-man? �That would be cool� he thinks with a chuckle. But these thoughts running through his head do not help his psychological condition. And then he feels something on his shoulder. It feels like a hairy leg� or maybe a hairy bear-man hand? THE JACKRABBIT: �AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! GET OFF ME BEAR-MAN!� The Jackrabbit spins around in his panic, and grabs his Commonwealth Title belt off his other shoulder. He uses the belt as a club, smashing and bashing at his shoulder with the heavy gold plate. But that is all he is bashing: his shoulder! Because there is simply nothing there. The Jackrabbit shrugs; he was sure he�d felt something on his shoulder. THE JACKRABBIT: �I must be going mad! There was summat there, I�m sure there was! Ahh, I�m talking to myself! I am going mad, �cos talking to yourself is the first sign of madness! Ahh, I�m still doing it! I told myself that talking to yourself is the first sign of madness! Ahh, help! I�m still at it! �Cos I told myself that I told myself that talking to yourself is the first sign of madness! And again? Did you hear it? I just told myself that I told myself that I told myself that talking to yourself is the first sign of madness!� The Jackrabbit stops. This darkness, this dampness, and this silence� it is getting to him. If he continues this way he will have gone crazy before he gets out of this forest. (If only he�d seen the road on the map; that is, presuming he hadn�t!) He thinks to himself, �if only I hadn�t watched so many movies.� He decides there�s only one thing he can do in this darkness to keep himself occupied (and mentally stable, or at least, as stable as he was already) and that is to talk about GWO and Golden Extravaganza. THE JACKRABBIT: �Well� err� I done it again. I forget to say �Hi.� So, here goes� Hi �Rabbit Fans, loyal and not loyal alike. It�s all the same to me. You know what� I got an invitation to some Thanks-chicken dinner thingy by Trayboy� normally, I wouldn�t accept anything form Tray� he�s� in a whisper the other way. But then it says there�ll be lozza lozza chocolate at this dinner thing, and I like chocolate. Been a long time since I had chocolate. So you know, I might just stop off at Tray�s party whilst passing through on my Search� Bobster will be there, and he�s coo. He wears Jackrabbit jamys (pyjamas) and I didn�t even know that they had Jackrabbit jamys! It could be coo, maybe� So, anyway, are you �Rabbit Fans all as excited about this Papa-View, GX, as much as I am? Well, I hope you�re just a little more excited about it than I am. I can quite honestly say that the thought of going up really high on this scaffold thing doesn�t excite me much. Particularly with a cemented weirdo like Acao. I�m not sure who I liked better� or do I mean, what I liked more? Talon was weird, but at least he made sense. You could pull his leg and wind him up real easy. I could play with his head� not like literally playing with it, �cos that�d be boring. I mean I could manip� mani� well, you know? This Acao dude though� If you try to play head-games with him, he just hits you on the head. That�s not cool. He hurt me and he maked me bleed. And he put me through a table. That�s not coo either. It�s all that silly looking man�s fault� he makes Acao think� thinking Acao�s ain�t coo. And Talon threw The Jackrabbit� that�s me� off a building afore� he can do it again. He wants to do it again. He didn�t finish me off the first time. Did you, Tal? But you�re coming back for me. You�ll do it properly this time, won�t you? There�s no room for error this time. You wouldn�t let my slip through your fingers this time, would you Saul? Well, you didn�t finish me then, old friend and you won�t finish me this time! I�m ready for you! At GX, I�ll be ready! You can�t stab me in the back this time� oh no, five years ago I trusted you. I don�t trust you know! I�m not a fool, Saul! Not this time! Golden Extravaganza, December 1st 2002� remember that date, Saul� that is the date that you remember who I am� that you remember that I am serious! Remember that you made a mistake all those years ago, Saul� a big mistake!� The Jackrabbit suddenly stops talking in this new tone of voice, and he shakes his head as though waking up from a distant dream. He looks blankly into the camera, though only his body shapes can be made out in this lack of light. THE JACKRABBIT: �Err� where was I? Did I go off on a rant again? Oh yeah, that�s right. I don�t wanna go up all high up with Talon with an Acao. But a The Jackrabbit has to do, what a The Jackrabbit has to do. And this The Jackrabbit is gonna have to climb up really high and kick some Thankschicken Stuffing outta Talanacao. And then he�ll experience it� he�ll experience what it�s like to fall� fall� fall. It�s not coo. Not coo at all. But at GX, finally, everyone will see that he who laughs loudest, Laughs Last! � And then, as if to prove that he can always laugh the loudest, The Jackrabbit tips back his head, and laughs a long, loud, maniacal laugh, despite the dark silence around him. And then his attention turns back to his Search for The Wealthy Commoner, and to the path ahead of him, and he continues on, hiking through this nightmarish forest. Fade to� err� well, just hold the camera on the dark environment for a few seconds then quickly find someone else�s promo to cut to.