A loss is a difficult thing for any living being to handle, to cope with, and to get to grips with. A loss is something each and every individual aims to avoid, striving with each day to hold on to what they have, for as long as they have, and aiming only to add more to that. Defeat is a disheartening thing, causing the loss and taking the clutches of victory from he who sought to gain it. A defeat and a loss can have a demoralising effect, causing the defeated to withdraw into their proverbial shell and to brood over their failure. This is the approach of the weak, to bow at the first loss, to let their initial defeat be the foretelling of their future and to know nothing more. The strong, though, stand up and fight against their losses, pushing back the ill of their defeat, and rising again to conquer defeat with victory, a true display of desire and determination. A loud crackling is the first sense, appealing to our hearing, and opening the scene. It is a harsh sound, the sound of static blaring across the television sets of millions of professional-wrestling fans worldwide. This crackling is accompanied by the visual of the static, a dissolute mesh of grey and white splashing and throbbing its way across the screens. The camera instantly blinks to a proper location now, and the unwanted noise is immediately gone. We appear to be inside a building, evident of course by the four walls and the painted ceiling above our heads. The floor is carpeted, a refreshing change from the stark concrete we are often presented with upon our arrival to such promos. On the wall to the left of the camera�s view is a large A2 poster, featured on which is half of the chiselled face of the new HSW World Heavyweight champion, The Mainstreamer and on the opposite side the other half of another man�s face, the blonde, grinning features of his challenger, Johnny Kae. In the background of these two men there appears to be a building featured� a mill in fact, though this mill has been artistically set ablaze by clever digital enhancement. One word is laid over all this imagery. That word, displayed prominently below the blue HSW logo, is �Atrocity�. Beneath this logo, the date of the event in question, July 16th. The camera then pans around from this poster, catching in its view several different men walking around, each one decked in plain jeans and black or white T-shirts, bearing either the HSW logo or the Shocker banner, with the occasional person wearing an official Atrocity T-shirt. The camera notices desks, each one filled to the maximum with paperwork, mostly contracts, tables and graphs. There are computers on almost every desk, the unused ones sat on the HSW.com homepage. As if it weren�t obvious enough already, the camera finally settles on a ridiculously oversized logo resting on the wall that is the giveaway to our current location. The logo is blue and white, and it bears the letters HSW. No, this does not stand for Health Solution Wales� HSW is Headstrong Wrestling. The camera zooms in on one of the screens that we can tell is revealing plans for the upcoming Shocker event, but just before it can take in the secrets that the viewing audience would otherwise have to wait until Friday night for, the camera is bashed aside and falls to the floor, laying there unmoving on impact. For a brief moment all we see is carpet, until the promo quickly switches to a secondary camera�s view and we see from behind the culprit of the accidental assault. He wears his long blonde hair in a ponytail, and silver chains around his neck and dangling down over a black T-shirt. A pair of baggy long-shorts, blue in color and plaid tartan in pattern, cover from his waist to his knees, a pair of unpolished black wrestling-boots on his feet. This man is running through the many corridors of the HSW headquarters, knocking aside staff, cameraman and many equipment. The camera chases him for a moment, and we hear his voice; high-pitched, excited almost, and quick in its pace. �Oh wow oh wow oh wow! I�m in the HS-Dub H.Q! How cool is that?!!! Weeeee!� The camera finally catches up with the swift individual as he has plonked himself down at one of the many computer desks and is hastily pressing all the keys and occasionally reading what comes up on the HSW website he is on. The camera, now in front of the anarchic man, can now see the T-shirt he is wearing, a black one emblazoned with a maniacal-looking rabbit, with long ears and buck-teeth, and glowing red eyes. The creature, the jackrabbit, is the namesake of its wearer; this man, HSW�s The Jackrabbit. The Unorthodox One himself now looks straight into the camera, his eyes hidden behind a pair of sunshades which technically he should not be wearing indoors. �Hey-a �Rabbit Fans and �Rabbit Fans alike! Have I got a treat for you!! I�m here in the HS-Dub H.Q where all the special magical backstage stuff happens� this is where Boss One, Boss Two, and Boss Three all hang out, doing.. uh.. doing what bosses do. And this is where the new super world champin-o, that�s Steamer.. he�s here too. And somewhere around hereabouts is Hong Kong Fooey, the HSW Television Champion too! Oh oh, and over there� that�s a pyr--� a guy who makes the big fireworks go off, and he told me he�s the dude in charge of all the funky smoke that The Jackrabbit� that�s me!� walks through in his matches at the beginning!! I know, amazing huh?� The Jackrabbit now looks at the screen� he has accidentally come across the write-up for the results of last Friday�s Shocker event. There, in bold text are the unforgiving words� �AL COHOLIC & �THE IMMORTAL� ICHABOD def. FUSION�� The Jackrabbit frowns a moment, then looks sideways as if confused.. �Def.? What�s def. mean? Talon and me ain�t dead�. And I don�t think Itchy Pod or Al Co-Pop are either! I hope we didn�t kill them in our match! It was a tough battle and I know we did hurt them lots and they hurt us lots� but there wasn�t any death! What does the stupid computer know? It knows nothing! What really happened on Shocker, was a real shocker!� He giggles. �Well it wasn�t really a shocker to Tal�. Tal reckoned all along we would be completely squa-mooshed by I-Pod and Al Co-Pop� he said something about rust. I did explain to Tal that The Jackrabbit isn�t made of metals like a car and that from what I been hearing only cars do be rusting, but Tal insisted�� The Jackrabbit suddenly puts on a mock-Talon voice, gruffer than his usual. �Jackrabbit! You and me! Argh! We be rusty! The Equi-dudes, they be beating us on Shocker! Mumbo Jumbo! Alakazam! But when they does! We come back! Bigger and stronger!� The Jackrabbit now returns to his usual, high-pitched voice, chuckling to himself. �Tal knew we�d lose. I explained that being pinned one two three doesn�t make somebody bigger or stronger. I said to him that to be bigger and stronger you need to lift heavy things, eat lots of horrible vege�bles and get lots of sleep. Either way though, we did lose to them Equi-dudes on our very first match. People expected a big splash from us. Personally, I think if they wanted to see a big splash, they were watching the wrong sport. Hehehe! People thought that Fusion� that�s us!� were going far.. going places, reaching for the stars and plucking them down� The Jackrabbit really wishes that was the case, �cos I�ve never held stars before. But now, now that we didn�t win our first match, people are saying that The Jackrabbit and Talon are over-hyped, that we can�t make the kinda impact people thought we could. Well, it�s not the millions and batrillions of loyal �Rabbit Fans saying these things� it�s, uhm� the other nasty, stupid peoples out there� like, Timmy Starr fans. So we won�t be going into HS-Dub with an undefeated streak. Big deal! We lost our first match� Big deal! Ready Or Not, HSW� Here Comes Fusion! We will win matches in the future, we will be worth the hype, we will prove to everybodies in this whole HS-Dub building that The Jackrabbit and Talon are good friends again and that bygones be.. uhm� gone bye-bye.� The Jackrabbit begins laughing to himself, spinning around and around in the swivelling computer-chair he is sat in, until eventually he comes to a stop feeling extremely dizzy and nearly falling out of the chair. He looks at the computer screen in front of him, to find that he has inadvertently clicked the �Next week�� hyperlink on the Shocker results page. The upcoming Shocker card is now in front of him, and he sees for the first time his match� THE CONTROLLING FACTOR (KIDD SUICIDE & CARL CA$H) vs. FUSION (TALON & THE JACKRABBIT.) He grins a moment, and then continues his maniacal laughter, before looking back to the camera through his shades. �Seems that Bosses One, Two and Three have given Fusion a second chance to kick somebody�s butt-cheeks all over the Shocker arena and prove to the world that we�re hear to mean business and to climb the fake ladder that doesn�t actually exist, (after all, has anybody ever actually seen this �ladder�?) and to finally capture those Tag Team title belts that are currently so unloved and untouched by anybody� y�see �Rabbit Fans, its such a shame those poor little gold belts haven�t got any waists to go on right now� just �cos they�re a different color, doesn�t mean they don�t need lovin� too, y�know?� He grins wildly, snickering. �Kidd Shoey-hide and Carl Cash huh? Never �eard of them. Tal� tells me that the little Kidd likes to hurt himself in lots of ways to prove a point� what�s your point, Shoey? That if you throw yourself off things, it really does hurt? Didn�t you already know that? The Jackrabbit knew that, and he�s hardly the brightest bulb in the drawer. But just for you, Shoey, your friendly neighbourhood Jackrabbit will happily help you throw yourself off things. And when he�s done, I�m sure he will gladly help you to help yourself learn about more pain� and then the dudey in the funny zebra shirt will gladly help The Jackrabbit to help you to help yourself to tap tap tap! Now whilst you�re tappity-tapping like a little ballerina, my pal Talon will be helping your friendly Ca-.. Charlie? No� Chaz? � no� uhm� Car� Carina Cash� yeh, Tal� will be helping Mr. Money to learn to lay on his back. To, uhm, prove a point, right? And while Money is lying there, Tal will show him the true meaning of a � uh� true meaning of a flying headbutt off the top rope? Yep, that�s right! Then the Kiddy will be tapping, the Money-dude will be pinned, and it will all be fun and games from there on in! Deal or no deal, guys?� Suddenly, in the corner of his eye, The Jackrabbit notices HSW interviewer Austin Sanders, dressed smartly in a shirt and tie and neat black jeans. Sanders has short brown hair, well kept, and a slight goatee. He is holding an official HSW microphone up to a man about 6�9�� in height and with faintly-purple hair on his head. The tall man wears a white �Equilibrium� T-shirt and a pair of baggy purple and white camo pants. The man is evidently, to any regular HSW fan, Harry Sache, manager of Junior Heavyweight Champion Stuvix and newest addition of the Equilibrium ranks! HARRY: " Yeah Stuvix has been doing well recently, I have been in touch with him most of this week, he is currently at home getting ready to face Shawn Walsh and his training is proceeding as normal. I can tell you that he is without a shadow of a doubt fired up for this match, from what I�ve heard from promos, that Walsh guy is just one big arsehole... I know that Stuvix is well behind the ideas of Equilibrium and will be looking to take Walsh down a peg or t-� The Jackrabbit, having heard enough and become bored, steps in front of the recording cameras and snatches the microphone from Harry�s hands. Harry looks down at The Jackrabbit as though he is a crazy man, (and some might argue that he is,) and he shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head, giving one last look at the camera and flashing a smile and doing a small wave before walking out of its sight. Harry looks back at The Jackrabbit and pokes his tongue out while he isn't looking, before leaving the room. The Jackrabbit grins unknowingly, tugging on Sanders�s shoulder and holding his newly acquired microphone to his own mouth. The interviewer looks up at The Unorthodox One, appearing slightly flustered about the whole situation. THE JACKRABBIT: �Ask me a question, ask me a question!!� SANDERS: �Uhm, alright? J.R�� The Jackrabbit cuts him off with a short cough. THE JACKRABBIT: �My name is The Jackrabbit�� SANDERS: �Oh, sorry, sorry. The Jackrabbit.. uhm� you have a match this week teaming with your tag-team partner Talon against The Controlling Factor, the duo of Kidd Suicide and Carl Cash. They are making their tag team debut here in HSW� what are your thoughts on these two competitors?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Wow dude, you�ve really been practicing this stuff, that was a great question? � What was it again?� SANDERS: He sighs. �You have a match this week teaming wi-� THE JACKRABBIT: �Hahahahahahahhaaha!! Silly muppet, I was only kidding with you! Don�t worry, I heard ya. What do I think of The Controlling Factor? Well to be totally honest, I actually wonder what exactly these screwballs control! �Cos they serpintly don�t control The Jackrabbit, and they serpintly don�t control Talon� so they don�t control Fusion. And HS-Dub is controlled by Boss One, Boss Two, and Boss Three at the moment until the real boss comes back from his vacationing. You don�t control nothing dudes� and without �Controlling� you�re just �The Factor� � which I�m sure would get yous both in trouble with the plagiarism police. Hehehe. Quite frankly, and for the love of ice-cream don�t ask me who Frank is �cos I really don�t know� The Jackrabbit is not sweating these dudes. You�d think that seeing as how Fusion lost last week, I�d be thinking all �oh my gosh, another match!? We�re gonna lose again! Oh noes!� But see, little interviewer-dude, that�s not the case. Y�know why? Because The Jackrabbit and Talon are going to use Shoesy-Hide and Mr. Money to show everyone that last Friday was a mistake, an accident, a slip-up and a fluke. We�re going to show that we can recover from a loss like that, just like I-Pod dared us to last week, and go on to a winning streak that will make all of HS-Dub know that the Tag Team division is where Fusion lies dominant. Just like everybody else, and everybody after that, and those not involved in being part of �everybody else and after that�� The Controlling Factor will learn the truth. The Controlling Factor will realise that Talon always hunts and kills whilst The Jackrabbit� �always gets The Last Laugh!� With that, the side of The Jackrabbit�s face curls up as though he has just winked beneath the sunshades, and he tips back his head suddenly, staring at the ceiling as a long and loud hysterical laugh issues forth from his mouth. Austin Sanders stands beside the taller man, looking slightly worried and at the same time slightly bemused. He fumbles the microphone as The Jackrabbit tosses it to him, and drops it to the ground. As the interviewer stoops to retrieve it, The Jackrabbit taps him on the shoulder furthest from himself� Sanders turns to his right and sees no-one there as The Jackrabbit walks off to the left, laughing to himself. The camera cuts out to the HSW logo.