Anger. We all feel it, at one point or another, for one reason or the next. We let that which stops us or blocks our path get within us, consuming us in an all-burning rage and we release that rage as anger, inflicting the physical product of the mental bothering upon that and those which are around us. Anger is usually impersonal, and more often than not the cause of the anger is not the victim of it. And then when all is said and done, the anger fades away giving life to sadness, a draining feeling that leaves us emotional and weak. We can only embrace the anger and the sadness in that hope that with resilience we can pick ourselves up off the metaphorical ground and aim to turn the feelings into something productive to put us back on the path we seek to tread. A scene begins to fade in, slowly at first, each block of pixels finding its way on to the screen one-by-one. The colors appearing through the darkness of screens worldwide are dull, mostly blues and grays, some greens there in the mix. An echoing voice resounds across the slowly appearing image. The sound of the voice is male, monotonous and business-like in its approach, reeling off a report that it cares nothing for. A report about a familiar HSW superstar that has recently caused havoc across two continents and fell to his opponent just barely in what many are calling the best match and true main event of the recent Friday Night Shocker broadcast. �United States police units are still working in conjunction with the National Police Agency in Osaka, Japan in relation to a series of vandalism and theft crimes occurring in the Osaka Castle museum resort. Witnesses and related sources are describing a man strongly believed to be Headstrong Wrestling employee, known only as The Jackrabbit. This man was recently the subject of an inquiry related to similar incidents occurring within the White House in Washington D.C. The Jackrabbit, known only to HSW officials as �Jay�, was acquitted of the crimes when they were found to be accidental. However, speculation is that similar action will not occur in relation to the actions in Osaka. Headstrong Wrestling officials are being contacted and working heavily with police both in Washington and Osaka to draw a settlement over these incidents.� The voice fades off into the distance, the last few lines being only audible to those with acute hearing or particular desire to hear them. The desertion of the voice however gives birth to a new one, a long drawn out voice, bold and commanding in its announcing, prefixed only by the resounding ringing of a bell. The voice sounds distant like the last, more an echo than a firm repetition of the original. �Kae wins it! But Jackrabbit is a psycho!� �Jackrabbit is a psycho!� �Psycho!� The voice echoes off into the distant, and by this time the screen has become a recognizable scene, no longer the cluttered scramble to baffle the minds of all that view it. The pale blues that we moments ago picked out belong in fact to a large expanse of water.. The grays and browns around the blue give birth to the buildings watching over the canal like guardians centuries old, and a bridge that crosses the water, a passage from one side to another that resembles it so closely like a twin. The bridge looks down on the numbers of canal boats that float along it, some small and accommodating only a couple on their romantic journey, others larger commercial vessels or vaporetto,carrying cargo or hordes of sight-seeing passengers. The camera takes its time, never a rush in Italy, to span the vast canal-laden city of Venice, the �City Of Canals,� the namesake water flows acting almost like roads to the citizens of this beautiful place. Suddenly the camera jerks, breaking its romantic, fluidic survey to spiral downwards towards the waters, but its stop suddenly, suspended midair a few feet from the canal�s surface, in a way that makes no logical sense and defies all physics of gravity. The camera is focused now on one particular traghetti, a motor-less boat, in which sits one single occupant. It is a man, of tall stature, around about 6�5�� high and with wide shoulders. He has long blonde hair rolling down his shoulders and over the top of a pair of sunshades, inappropriately in use at this time. The man wears blue tartan long-shorts beneath a black T-shirt emblazoned with the Headstrong Wrestling Global Domination banner, over which are felt-tipped the words �BYE IT NOW! PLEEZE!! CHEERZ MOOCH!!� in blue. The camera knows who it is staring at, as do the viewers worldwide. This man is HSW�s official Global Domination representative, this man is The Unorthodox One, this man is The Jackrabbit! The Jackrabbit appears to be attempting to get the traghetti boat to move in a straight direction, but really all he appears to be doing is spinning around in one direction or the other. There is something notably different about The Jackrabbit this day though, something missing from him (and its not the silver chain necklaces which are assuredly under his T-shirt.) The difference appears to be that our Jackrabbit is.. not smiling. No smiles, no grins, not crazed hysterical laughter. If it is truly possible, The Jackrabbit actually looks like he�s pissed off. He turns to the camera and shouts at it in his usual high-pitched fast-paced babble, but unusually his voice is snappy. THE JACKRABBIT: �Goddamn it! Gaaaahhh grrrrr grumble hiss hiss! Hi �Rabbit Fans. It�s me. The Jackrabbit. Ready Or Not H� ah, screw it! I�m in a very grumpy grumbly mood right now! Not even sure I wanna talk to you lots. But I will, t�isn�t your fault. T�is� uhm.. hm� Jonny Kae�s fault! I got confused, gosh darnit! I didn�t understand!! I was just playing around with JonJon, pulling his undies up as you do, and all of a sudden he�s pinning me. And I kick out but apparently its all over or something. Anyway, there�s Tal and I�m thinking it�s a frickin� tag team match or something, and that Krisp Carmaker is out there too so I was thinking it�s two-on-one or three-on-seventeen or two-on-two even possibly, so I�m tagging Tal in and nothing is happening �cos Jonny Ecks and Krisp are running off up the ramp! I mean come on! What in the blue sky is that all about? I had JonJon beat good and proper, I know I did. He was so busy playing with stupid reporters and finding big scary dudes in prisons� but I was focused! I was ready, on the mark, on the spot, on the path, spot on, locked and loaded and Larry. No, wait, that�s frickin� stupid. Ignore the �locked� bit. But I�m being told after the match is all done and dusted than JonJon won it. What!? How�d that frickin� happen!? Well JonJon, what�s done is done apparently, or so Tal keeps telling me. I disagree, frankly� I mean, Jonnyly. And that means, in a roundabout kind of way, that you beat me. I lost my first singles match here in HS-Dub. And that makes me mad! It�s not fair, it�s not fair, it�s not fair!!� Like an undisciplined child The Jackrabbit jumps to his feet and starts stamping them all around the traghetti, causing the canal boat to rock and sway from side to side. There is a small crack from somewhere below his feet, but the HSW superstar apparently does not realize this in time. As he continues muttering about Jonny Kae and trying to level the boat from going around in circles (bless him, at least he�s persistent), he fails to realize that with every passing moment he is becoming submerged in the cold canal waters. Eventually the boat fills too heavily on one side, and the whole traghetti spills over, unceremoniously dumping its former occupant into the canal, the wrecked boat floating on the canal surface. A coughing and spluttering Jackrabbit pops up to the surface of the water, choking on its liquid substance. The trashing arms and legs would apparently imply that the HSW competitor is less proficient at swimming than he is at professional wrestling. THE JACKRABBIT: �HEEgfwowooLLLLPPP ccffffcccffcMMMMMcfccccEEEE!!!� Fortunately, The Jackrabbit is suddenly scooped up out of the waters and pulled inside a large tourist gondola by a hefty man, the boat�s captain presumably. The Jackrabbit tries to wring out his T-shirt and long-shorts and dry his hair by shaking it like a dog as the captain addresses him in thick Italian. CAPTAIN: �Ciao l�! Quello era vicino! Non desideriamo qualcuno annegarsi in queste acque?� The Jackrabbit looks at him blankly, nods in agreement, shakes his head in disagreement, then turns back to the camera with a nonchalant shrug. THE JACKRABBIT: �Now I hate Jonny Tee, Krispy Carmaker, and Italy-an boats! Nothing is going right for me this week, nothing nothing nothing at all! JonJon, this is to you buddy, you know I had that match won. I know it. You know it. Krispy knows it. Tal knows it. The �Rabbit Fans watching worldwide know it. It�s just that gosh-darned referee that didn�t know it. I�ll tell you something else, screwball. You got lucky on Shocker. Lucky like a pixie! Because The Jackrabbit usually gets what The Jackrabbit wants.� At this, he returns to stomping his feet like a spoilt child, garnering bemused looks from the passengers all around him in the vaporetto. �JonJon and Krispy decide its funny to pick on my best buddy Tal backstage and scare him. Nothing scares Tal, �cept The Jackrabbit in �one of his moods,� apparently. Y�see, boys, that�s why after JonJon got his win over The Jackrabbit� that�s me!� Tal came down and took the two of you out. You set me up there in that ring, kicking and punching and doing things what bullies tend to do� and then you tried to finish me off using Itchy Pod�s finisher!! That�s right kiddies, Your Friendly Neighborhood Jackrabbit knows all about that move. I-Pod uses it as his move and he calls it the Bleep Bump, �cos it be a naughty word I shouldn�t repeat y�see. Only you screwballs need two dudes to do it. Hahahahha! You know what, that�s really cheered me up, thanks guys. Y�see, JonJon, Krispy, after the match and the beat-down you done on me� Talon got the last laugh. Fusion got the last laugh! But don�t you go thinking this is over, screwballs� t�ain�t over �till the fat lady sings, and the only thing resembling a fat lady I be seeing is Hoju. Who can�t sing. So whether you kids like it or not, Ready Or Not� Here Comes The Jackrabbit! Arhahahahahaha!� The Jackrabbit looks up now from the camera, his head turning to look across at the Italian captain who had moments ago saved him from drowning and attempted a conversation with the hapless fool in his own home tongue of Italian. The Jackrabbit then looks across the canal in the direction they are taking. The vaporetto is headed towards the great Rialto Bridge, the oldest bridge in the city. The bridge is made of deep grey stone, two arcs reaching in to meet the portico at its centre. Like all the other canal boats going in the same direction, the vaporetto The Jackrabbit finds himself aboard heads to go under the Rialto. His eyes bulge like an excited schoolboy, and he hops almost like his namesake to the captain of the boat. THE JACKRABBIT: �Oooh cap, gimme! Lemme play too!! Lemme go all under the bridge, yeah?!� The Italian captain looks gobsmacked as the unusual American almost nudges him off the steering of the canal boat and starts attempting to drive and direct the boat himself. The captain leans in, trying to force him off as the vaporetto starts swerving out of control, arising gasps of shock and horror from the passengers. CAPTAIN: �Ch� ci�? Arrestilo! Americano Pazzesco!� Despite the chaos suddenly ensuing around him, The Jackrabbit appears to be having a world of fun, and the captain seems completely incapable of retrieving control of his boat. The vaporetto spins now onto a ninety degree angle to the canal and within a few moments a slightly larger gondola, painted deep black in color, collides with the side. Immediately both vessels are ruptured and begin flowing with water, the Jackrabbit�s passenger boat taking the most of the damage and sinking slightly faster. Panic now proceeds, as passengers and captains alike take to the canal water, swimming either to the buildings surrounding the waters or to neighboring gondolas willing to offer a helping hand. The Jackrabbit himself appears to be thrashing around wildly, his spasmodic movements actually getting him closer to the canal sides. Eventually our hapless disaster is pulled from the waters for the second time in this promo. With mannerisms worryingly akin to a dog, The Jackrabbit begins shaking himself dry. He pulls his sodden sunshades off his face, and looks straight into the camera, dark wet blonde hair matted over his face. THE JACKRABBIT: �You know what? Methinks I hate water almost as much as heights. Well not quite, but t�is still a really �orrible thing. I have officially decided that I don�t be liking Italy and don�t wanna advertise Global Denomination to these Italy-an peoples anymore. They speak funny languages like those people in the last place HS-Dub sent me, when I wrestled Jonny Pee. See, at least Japan gimme a tough opponent. Italy gives me� wait for it! Wait for it! You know you wanna know but you don�t know who �cos you know I know and you know I�ll let you know, you know? You�re excited, �Rabbit Fans! Who could it be? Who will Your Friendly Neighborhood Jackrabbit face this week on HS-Dub�s Shocker?! Could it be Al Co-Pop? Perhaps even Krispy Carmaker in a grudge match, or Jonny Jay in a rematch!? Maybe Fusion are getting the Tag Team belts that Constantine and Amphalongwordthatmakesnosense are keeping warm for them?? Or maybe� well, actually, t�is just Kiddy Shoesyhide and Columbo Cash again.� He gives an over-exaggerated sigh. �I know, I know� bit generic huh? I mean, come on� Fusion, that�s me and Talon for the slow learners out there� have already beaten these slap happy jokers once already. On top of that, though not literally �cos that t�would be difficult to pull off� my bud Talon has whooped and smushed Kiddy in singles. This makes Talon one hundred and twelve-teen percent undefeated in singles matches! A round of applause, if you please, �Rabbit Fans and �Rabbit Fans alike. However, this is not the point I be a-getting to� The real point is, we gots to fight this team of screwball nutjobs again. Well, that�s fine� no, scratch that� that�s real dandy-doodle! Kiddy, Mr. Money� you�re easy pickings for Fusion. So what I�ll do, being the nice, giving Jackrabbit that I am� is I�ll make this match more sporting for you, us, and the tripbillions watching. I�ll make it more sporting, by using you guys to cheer me up. See, I been in a foul mood really ever since last Friday�s Shocker where Jonny Eff got one over on me. Sure, we got the last laugh, but we ain�t done with JonJon and Krispy. So what we�ll do, is we�ll pretend you�re them. I�ll explain. Kiddy, you can be Krispy Carmaker. And Charles, you can be Jonny Oh. Alright alright, don�t argue now children, Kiddy can be JonJon, and Christopher, you can be Krispy. Now, Talon will beat you down. I�m making no ifs buts or maybes here dudes, he will do it. He will probably use his lead pipings too, if you make him grumpy, �cos he just does that.� He shrugs nonchalantly, still grinning like a maniac. �As for The Jackrabbit� that�s me!� I will probably throw you around. I�m a little annoyed at JonJon especially, so I�ll probably bounce you around like a.. uhm.. bouncy ball, Shoesy. I�ll probably throw you over my head with a Standing Joke too, no promises though. I�ll serpintly give you a Last Laugh, mebbe even two for good measure. But I will guaranteed pin both of your danged shoulders to the mat. One, Two, Three. Or as they says here in Italy, Onea, Twoa, Threea. Dudes, I�m sorry you�re in the way, I really am. It�s just sad for you both really that you keep getting chucked in front of me and Tal like a soccer ball in front of a dustbin-van. It�s truly saddening. For you. Funny for us; but that�s another story. Maybe next week. But at the end of the day, which it nearly is, by the way, Boss One and Boss Two must be giving you to us for a reason. Obviously, HS-Dub admin thinks that you�re both not learning your lesson. Obviously, Kiddy Shoesyhide and Chadwick Cash, you are not learning that when that ring bell rings, as bells often tend to do, Fusion will always win and The Jackrabbit always gets The Last Laugh!� What The Jackrabbit hasn�t realized, however, are the five men suddenly stood in an enveloping circle around him. Dressed in expensive-looking suits and with neatly-cut hair that strongly contrasts the HSW competitor�s own rough look, the men cut an imposing appearance between them. There is the sounds of clicking, barrels loading, and each man points a single-hand pistol at The Jackrabbit�s skull. SUITED MAN: �You no be laughing long, freak. That my crigiola you sinking. Now you-a pay for that. Dite le vostre preghiere; say your prayers, Americano!�