Forgive and forget? Is it honestly as easy as all that? Something that had such an impact on your life, perhaps even changed its course, is not easily forgotten. Sometimes we cannot just let these things go. Sometimes we want to remember them, or maybe we just cannot forget them. Either way, we cannot simply �forgive and forget� certain events, and they will always be on our mind whether we like them or not. The scene opens exactly where it left off. Two days from the current date, we are recapping recent events. The camera is now looking in at the dark forest, covered by its enormous, lightproof canopy. But it is looking at it from a different angle than from the last time this scene was open. The camera has passed through the forest and is now on the rear side of it. The forest clears off into a small slope of grass, which leads down onto a highway. Cars speed down the highway at speeds past 110mph. The camera does a 180-degree turn to see a figure staggering out of the forest. The figure is a man with long, blonde hair flowing over his shoulders and a pair of dark sunshades hiding his eyes. He is wearing a pair of grey, tartan long-shorts and a black T-shirt, with 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, emblazoned on the front. On this figure�s back there is a red, blue and green rucksack with a brown coat poking out of the top. In the man�s hand he carries a brown, large-brimmed hat and around his waist there is a belt. Not your average belt, but instead a belt with a thick, dark gray leather strap and three golden plates. The center plate is the largest, and on it there is the blue felt tip scribbles reading �WELFEE COMMONA� and then beneath it the gold engravings of the word, the all-important word, �champion.� This belt is the Golden Wrestling Organisation Commonwealth Title, with its brand-new scribbles on the front. The holder of this belt is the man wearing it proudly around his waist; the self-proclaimed Unorthodox One, The Golden Wrestling Organisation Commonwealth Champion, The Jackrabbit! The Jackrabbit staggers out of the dark forest, brushing aside branches and leaves. He squints as he leaves the forest; this is the first view of light he�s had for days, since his entering this forest to get to the other side, to get one step closer to finding The Wealthy Commoner. The normal light seems blinding to The Jackrabbit for just a moment. Eventually his eyes are adjusted to the brightness, and he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the map that he found in a hotel room. He can clearly see the box with the WC inside, (apparently representing The Wealthy Commoner�s lair.) He can see the dark green shaded area, representing the forest behind him, and then he can see a long blue line after it. The WC box is distant in comparison to The Jackrabbit�s current position on the map, but he has passed through the dark green shaded area (the forest) and must now get across this blue line (which must be the highway in front of him, The Jackrabbit presumes.) �Should be simple enough� he thinks to himself. He makes his way towards the road, munching on a honey sandwich, which he made before his journey, and which is now very stale looking, dry and hard. (Though this doesn�t seem to bother The Jackrabbit.) The Jackrabbit is just feet from the busy highway, when he remembers something� Troy Knight�s Thanksgiving party! THE JACKRABBIT: �I nearly forgotted! Trayboy�s Thankchicken party!� The Jackrabbit runs frantically to the highway road. He must get to Troy�s Thanksgiving party� after all; there�ll be chocolate there. Lots of chocolate. And The Jackrabbit likes chocolate! He reaches the highway, or the blue line on the map, and stands by the side of the road. He is about to step out, when a red sports car shoots past him at a tremendous speed. But then he gets an idea. THE JACKRABBIT: �Err� what�s that thing called? I seen it lozza lozza times on the movies. Titchhocking? No� Well� now, how do I do it? Err�� The Jackrabbit begins to jump up and down on the side of the highway in attempt to hitchhike a lift. He receives confused glances from the drivers of the cars, but can�t understand why as he bounces on the spot waving his arms crazily. After about ten cars have drove by, without so much as acknowledging his pleas for a lift, The Jackrabbit gets the idea that maybe he�s doing this wrong. He then stars making different hand gestures in hope of gaining a lift to Troy�s party. He puts up his fist� but not a single driver even looks in his direction. He then puts up a middle finger and the next driver shouts out of his window at him. �Something about �ducking off�� The Jackrabbit thinks. That doesn�t make any sense, and so his gesture must be all wrong. The Jackrabbit then crosses his arms by his crotch (D-X style.) This receives some slightly wondering glances from drivers, but still not the response that The Jackrabbit is looking for. He then puts up his thumb, and hovers it slightly over the roadside. Almost instantly a car pulls up on the side of the highway next to The Jackrabbit. It is a large jeep-style car. Land Rover, perhaps, with crates and boxes in the back. The driver is a large looking man, wearing a baseball cap of some sort and a white T-shirt and blue denim jeans. He looks down from his raised seat at The Jackrabbit and says: DRIVER: �O� vous allant, ami?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Err� what planet do you come from?� DRIVER: �Oh, you�re American too! Sorry about that. Where you going?� THE JACKRABBIT: �I ain�t going nowhere. I was hoping you�d let me Titchhock.� DRIVER: �Err� you wanna ride?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Yeah� to Tray�s party.� DRIVER: �Where?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Trayboy�s party� up.� DRIVER: �North?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Okay�� DRIVER: �Well I�m heading up to Paris anyway, so I�ll take you that far. Get in.� The Jackrabbit doesn�t know what or who Paris is, but he recognises the name from Troy�s invitation, and knows that he needs to get up North� and fast. So he accepts the invitation to meet the invitation, and hops up into the passenger seat of the Land Rover. The driver re-starts the engine, and they begin their journey up the highway. DRIVER: �Hi. My name�s Alford, but everyone calls me Alfie.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Does that include me?� ALFIE: �Well, I guess you�re a part of �everyone.� So yeah. What�s ya� name?� THE JACKRABBIT: �The Jackrabbit.� ALFIE: �Did I hear ya� right? The Jackrabbit?!� THE JACKRABBIT: �Yeah� is summat� wrong with being called The Jackrabbit?� ALFIE: �Err� well� nah, of course not. Is it OK if I call ya� JR?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Nope. Jackrabbit will do fine.� ALFIE: �Err� ok then. I�m from Texas. How bout you?� THE JACKRABBIT: �No, I�m not.� ALFIE: �What?� THE JACKRABBIT: �I�m not from Texas.� ALFIE: �Err� yeah� no� I meant� I meant, where do ya� come from?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Oh, Pitts-summat-or-other in the States. I read it on my bio.� ALFIE: �Your what?� THE JACKRABBIT: �My bio. My GWO bio. I�m a wrestler in GWO. I�m The Wealthy Commoner Champion, as well!� ALFIE: �Oh! Wrestling! That explains your name. You do amateur or pro?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Me? I�m a pro. Cos� I�m better than all them amateurs in GWO.� ALFIE: �Pro wrestler, huh? Ain�t that stuff all fake?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Fake? Nah, I don�t fake stuff. I make sure people leave that ring� wrestling-ring� rubbin� their heads and saying �ouch!� ALFIE: �Rubbin� their heads?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Yeah� when I get The Last Laugh!� Alfie displays a confused look on his face. THE JACKRABBIT: �My finisher. The Last Laugh. It makes �em rub their heads.� ALFIE: �Oh. I get it. So, got a big match comin� up?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Sorta. If Talon with an Acao counts as �big.� It�s a Scaffold Match you know. The big Paper-View thing. GX.� ALFIE: �Scaffold Match? What�s that all about?� THE JACKRABBIT: �A big thingy up in the air� thirty foots� and I�ve gotta throw Talanacao off it to win. I don�t like bein� all up high though. It�s not coo. Five years ago, Acao� we was friends. He threw me off a building� he was jealous of me or summat�� he tried to kill me. But I didn�t die. I came to GWO and I lost him his World Title match and I lost him this Wealthy Commoner title� he had it back then. Well, we fighted at another Paper-View� Blaze Of Glory, methinks� Acao was called Talon then. He still can�t make his mind up what his name is� he beat me. And then he changed his name to Talanacao. And then I beat him. That proves that when he�s Acao I can beat him easy as mince pie. And The Jackrabbit� that�s me� will also beat him no matter what name he has. Talon, Talanacao� Saul� I will beat him at GX. I will toss him off the scaffold like he tossed me off that building.� ALFIE: �Take these storylines seriously, don�t ya?� The Jackrabbit�s hand shoot around Alfie�s neck, and Alfie struggles to keep the jeep on the highway and enable his own breathing at the same time. The Jackrabbit�s face is red, (as is Alfie�s through lack of air,) and he shouts furiously at Alfie. THE JACKRABBIT: �Not storyline! It really happened! You idiot! I did fall� fall� fall! Do you kn� no; you don�t know what it�s like to fall! Saul would�ve killed me! He tried to! And at GX I� we� will both try to throw each other off� I ain�t falling at GX� Saul is falling off that scaffold! Don�t say this isn�t real you screwball� this is very real!� The Jackrabbit releases Alfie�s throat, who then struggles to regain his breath as he steers the car back into the middle of the lane. The Jackrabbit, however, sits there shaking his head as though waking from a horrible nightmare. THE JACKRABBIT: �Err� sorry about that. I don�t know what came over me.� ALFIE: �Err� that�s okay. I thought it was all a made-up storyline, I didn�t mean to hurt your feelings. The Jackrabbit doesn�t reply. The two men sit there in silence for the rest of the journey, except for Alfie asking The Jackrabbit where he was going. The Jackrabbit told him about Troy Knight�s Thanksgiving party, and gave Alfie the invitation. Alfie decided to take The Jackrabbit directly to The Knight Residence as his way of apologising for the mistake he made. Eventually, after an almost silent car ride, Alfie stops his Land Rover outside The Knight Residence in Paris, and The Jackrabbit leaves the car, forgetting to say �thank you.� He makes his way into the Knight Residence, as young Bobby answers the door. AFTER THE THANKSGIVING PARTY� The scene re-opens a few hours later. Troy Knight�s Thanksgiving part is over. It started well enough, with all the guests from GWO arriving. (The Jackrabbit was thankful not to see Talanacao there.) The surprise arrival of Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen shocked everyone, especially young Bobby Knight, who was overwhelmed. But the night was finished off with an explosive end, when Troyboy was accidentally knocked into The Jackrabbit from behind, spilling The Jackrabbit�s twenty-fourth helping of chocolate syrup all over his T-shirt. That in itself was not a good thing for The Jackrabbit, but he thought that it just meant he�d have to eat off of his shirt instead of from an ice-cream cone. That wasn�t too much of a problem for him. But then Troy made the biggest mistake of all. He called The Jackrabbit �Jay.� The Jackrabbit couldn�t stand for that. Memories of that fall filled his head� the fall that was meant to kill him. The only person that The Jackrabbit had ever heard call him Jay was Saul/Talon. The Jackrabbit, without thinking, scooped Troyboy onto his shoulders and gave him The Last Laugh through the dessert cart, erupting the party into instant chaos. The Jackrabbit is walking away from the party now. The camera notices him walking through the dark Paris street, with chocolate syrup still on his T-shirt. It seems that he helped himself to some last minute ice cream before leaving the party swiftly (to avoid all the staring eyes), as the camera now sees him carrying a chocolate ice-cream filled, syrup-soaked cone in each hand. He walks towards the camera, licking the ice creams to stop them dripping onto his hands. THE JACKRABBIT: �Hey-a� Rabbit Fans! I think I�m in big trouble. I just put Trayboy through a cart! Nice way to end the Thanksgiving party. Some Hollywood dude at the party pointed out to me that it is Thanksgivin� not Thankchicken. So I�d just like to say �oops� to everyone who cares. Here goes� Oops! Well� it was Tray�s fault anywho. That stupid Homo� err� homo-sapien shouldn�t have called me Jay. Jay is gone� I�m The Jackrabbit! It�s all Acao�s fault, anyway. But he made me what I am. And that�s a good thing. I�m The Jackrabbit, and I�m happy I am. But, I�m always happy, so that�s nothin� special. I�ll be even happier when this GX is over though� it�s hard to be happy when I got a Scaffold Match loomin� over me. I don�t wanna be thinking about Acao. I don�t wanna be remembering five years ago� I wanna be focused on my Wealthy Commoner title, being the bestestest and longest reigning champion ever, and also on finding The Wealthy Commoner to help me achieve that. After GX, the Papa-View, I will be forgetting Acao, Tal, whatever, forever. He is nothing to me. He never was� no, he was. He was my bestest friend� but that was then. Now I hate him. I hate his guts! And I will toss him off the Scaffold. So he feels what I felt and he knows what I went through. And he will see everything so much more clearly� like if he had contact lenses� the blur would go away and he would see everything right again� he will realise that whether he likes or not� which I guessing he won�t� five years ago he was wrong. He was dumb. He made a mistake by making an enemy of The Unorthodox One. Talanacao, Ready Or Not� Here I Come! And you will finally see� and this will then be all over, finished, ca-put, you will remember, learn, realise that, whether it takes, one minute, one hour, one day, one month, one year� in the end� The Jackrabbit always gets The Last Laugh!� The Jackrabbit walks� and walks� licking every few seconds at his dripping chocolate ice-cream� and he thinks. He thinks about Talon, he thinks about Talanacao� and he thinks about Saul.