Retribution. Getting revenge on someone or something that has caused grief, pain or anguish on one in the past. Getting your own back for something that has bothered you in the past. An art hated by some, and loved and desired by others. When on the mind, retribution is always a reminder of a hated past. A past that you would want to forget, but can�t. A past that should not be allowed to plague one�s mind, and a past that you would want to avenge by all means possible! The scene opens up on a very dark room, shrouded, of course, in complete mystery. A single light bulb hangs from the ceiling, but it has been done an injustice and is smashed. The ceiling itself is nothing more than a suspended wooden board, and the floors are no better; wooden floor boards, with several missing and others rotting slowly into nothing. The walls are unpainted and unpapered; left as no more than mere, bare wooden panels. In the room is no more than a shelf of various tins and jars. The contents cannot be seen, but maybe that is not a bad thing. On a small, wooden table with one leg missing, in the corner of the room is a smashed photo frame and in it, behind the broken glass is a photograph of two men standing side by side� a tall one with long, brown hair and a black T-shirt and jeans. The other is slightly smaller, with long blonde hair and sunshades. He is wearing a wide-open black shirt, and blue jeans secured by a black belt. Below the frame and the desk, littering the floor are various weapons and dangerous objects. There are steel road signs, 2x4s, lead pipes, shards of glass, a torn bicycle frame, a sack of thumbtacks, rolls upon rolls of rusting barbed wire, and much, much more junk. The camera zooms around to see a medium sized man, with medium length, blonde hair sat on a stool. He is wearing blue tartan long-shorts and a black T-Shirt. Emblazoned on it is an image of a grey-furred, long-eared, buck-toothed, and maddened red-eyed rabbit. The unusual man is staring into the camera, his eyes hidden behind tainted shades, and a large grin is playing across his face. The man is undoubtedly The Jackrabbit, from the Golden Wrestling Organisation! The Jackrabbit looks into the camera, then raises his sunglasses onto his head, to show piercing blue eyes. �Talon! Talon! You hear me, old friend? Been dreaming again, haven�t you? I can sense it�. Well, actually, I just saw it on a GWO broadcast� but I knew you�d be dreaming again before all this was over. You dreamt I was on my way, didn�t you? You dreamt that I defeat you� and you�re scared. You are absolutely petrified� you know you don�t stand a chance of defeating The Unorthodox One� they all felt it in PwO and TAW�Havoc, Draco, Royce Mathers, Marc Neilson, Shawn Boyd, Jebus� one by one they fell victim to The Jackrabbit! Why? Because they were in my way. They were booked to face me by the Prezes, and that�s what they got. The Jackrabbit� that�s me! But this Sunday at the Pay-Per-View� it will be different. This isn�t about booked matches, and getting in my path to the top of the ladder here in GWO� oh no, this isn�t even about Canadian Titles or any other type of titles� this is about retribution. The week I debuted in GWO, one week after Hell On Earth, I got my retribution by costing you, Talon, the World Title match with Titan 3. The week after that, on Wednesday night Oblivion, I got my retribution by losing your Commonwealth Title to Kirk James for you! And one week after that, I got my retribution on you by having �my way� with your Dark Tower home� and then, as though that wasn�t enough�. On the Phobia Pay-Per-View, Talon, you met your Phobia, when I got my retribution by setting your prized pet peregrine falcon on fire! Ooh yeah, that was a laugh! Talon, you thought you could get the Last Laugh over me by kidnapping me�? But I escaped from your Tower, didn�t I? I proved who�s pulling out all the stops here! That would be me, The Jackrabbit! I escaped you, and now� two weeks later, it�s you and me, old friends fighting it out at the Pay-Per-View! GWO must love what they got going here� but this ain�t about angles, fans or entertaining Pay-Per-View events� this is, as I have stressed� about retribution! I will finally get my revenge and put you away for a 1� 2� 3 this Sunday� I�m quite excited. But the real question here is� how on Earth is Talon gonna put The Jackrabbit away for the three count? I�d like to give Talon a little demonstration� just to show what sort of things is gonna be just too little to knock out The Unorthodox One�� The Jackrabbit gets off the stool, kicking it over as he rises. He stoops over and picks up a steel road sign� on it is the word �WARNING!� The Jackrabbit brings the sign across his head full force, denting it. He doesn�t even stagger backwards� �Child�s play!� He tosses the sign to the back of the dingy room, and instead picks up the broken bicycle frame. He throws it up into the air, allowing it to crash back down on top of him. He pulls himself to his feet, tossing the frame aside. He shakes his head and shrugs mockingly, and then grabs the 2x4. Bringing it down with intense force, The Jackrabbit crashes himself in the face with the plank of wood! He falls to the hard concrete floor, with his nose streaming blood. He drags himself back to his feet. �Oops! I drew blood, already! That was dumb�! Err�. next�� The Jackrabbit begins to pummel his skull psychotically with a trash can lid, before grabbing the broken photo frame from the table and slamming down on his head, shattering the glass around the room. He wipes blood from his flowing, blonde hair. �You see that? Okay, how about Talon�s all-time favourite� lead piping?!� The Jackrabbit grabs the lead piping from the floor, and begins to slam it against his forehead continuously! He falls to the mat three times, but constantly gets back up, only to receive more blows to the head from himself, which eventually busts his forehead open! The Jackrabbit gets slowly to his feet, and tosses the lead piping away. �You see, Talon? Nothing will put me down!� He then grabs a shard of barbed wire, and wraps it around his arm, cutting his T-shirt sleeve and the flesh from his arm to shreds. He then spills the thumbtacks all over the concrete floor. He climbs on his stool, which he repositions in a standing position, and faces away from the tacks. The Jackrabbit then grabs his own neck using the barbed wire-wrapped arm, as if to Chokeslam himself! The barbed wire rips at his throat, and he launches! The Jackrabbit flies backwards off the stool, landing back-first onto the thumbtacks, with the barbed wire pressing against his arm and side, drawing more blood. He staggers up after several moments of stillness, and tugs the barbed wire from his arm, taking half his T-shirt and skin with it! He flinches in eye-watering agony, and hobbles to sit on his stool, which he has to pick back up as it fell during the fall. He sits on the stool, wincing, and holds his back, which is more like a thumbtack pincushion now! �Okay� Okay, that did actually really hurt! Shoulda practised that before I tried it� but anyway, that�s what it�ll take to beat me, Talon� and even through all of that, there is no way I am staying down for a 1� 2� 3 count! I think I�ll say �over-and-out� now, �cause I need to sit in a icebox or summat, �cause that reallywill get The Last Laugh!� The Jackrabbit hobbles slowly to the door of the room, as the screen fades out to static.