Hatred. It�s impossible to love or like everybody we meet, impossible to maintain a welcoming and giving attitude to everyone we encounter. Sometimes we cannot help it, try as we might, but to hate someone with a passion. Caused by differing life attitudes, opinions or beliefs, we will come across those in our lifetime that we are forced to be around but simply cannot abide to do so. It comes down to the individual as to how we cope with this hatred. Some will tolerate it, sitting silently by and hoping that one day the hated individual will be gone from their lives forever. But others will make their hatred known, beginning a feud to end all feuds, a struggle of one-up-man-ship over the other. They will do everything in their power to be more dominant and more prominent that the ones they hate, wanting only to see the eventual demise of those they dislike, while themselves and their favored rise above. The scene opens to a sight of white froth cascading at the camera, the crashing of water resounding heavily around it. The sound that accompanies the explosive spray is roaring, so loud and continuous that it echoes around the space like thunder. The camera becomes covered in droplets, alluding to the fact that the spray is water, colliding upon itself with genuine force. The camera floats backwards now, widening our view of the scene, developing the scene to the millions of HSW viewers worldwide. The river that the camera hovers impossibly above is huge, bedded amongst greenery and shrubs. The waterfall itself, 170 feet high, arcs around like a giant horseshoe, over 2000 feet wide, stretching further than even the spanning camera can capture and spreading barely impenetrable mists for miles around. We now view the Horseshoe Falls, just one of three waterfalls that together comprise the world-famous Niagara Falls, in all its romantic and beautiful scenic splendor. Even above the sound of the falling water meeting the river below in a thunderous crash, we hear a giggling; soft at first, but gradually growing in volume until it overpowers the sound of the Falls and we are left seeking out the source, as though we didn�t already guess it. Slowly the camera turns around in a complete 360 and we see against the Niagara Falls reflected in dark black shades. The camera zooms out slowly, and we see a wide mouth, laughing insanely. Further more reveals long blonde hair falling loosely down shoulders and a rough unkempt goatee. An attire of black Global Domination T-shirt and red tartan long-shirts merely aid in highlighting the prized possession of a silver-plated HSW World Tag Team championship, the crown jewel of a division wrought of co-operation, understanding, comradeship and determination. The belt completes him, the man that is the Unorthodox One, the hunted man of the international laws and one-half of the Headstrong Wrestling World Tag Team Champions� The Jackrabbit. The camera notices something large behind the man�s back, brown in color and at least as tall as the wrestler�s torso. Before the camera can get a further glance, The Jackrabbit pushes it away, hopping in front of the lens so all we see is his grinning face. THE JACKRABBIT: �Ooooh ho ho, you can�t be looking there just yet! But a shout out to all the �Rabbit Fans watching at home and elsewhere, nonetheless. Don�t you just love that word, �nonetheless�? It�s like� three words in one! How super cool is that? But I must move on, nonetheless. Hehehehehe. Last�s week�s Friday Night Shocker, which happened on a Friday� during the night� was really very super shocking, or so I am told. And by super shocking, I means reeeeally exciting! In all honesty, which I always do be, I don�t really be thinking anybody expected those Mexico-an Jack-In-The-Boxes to be beating Fusion. You could almost say that match was pre-determined! Besides, the fat woman and the blind guy were like standing jokes. Seriously, nobody took them seriously� unlike The Jackrabbit, everybody takes The Jackrabbit seriously. To be totally real with my loyal �Rabbit Fans, I�m not sure what The Boss and Almost-Boss-Now were thinking when they did be putting them Jackmallets against Fusion for our pretty belts� t�was almost like sending a little sheep to the slaughterhouse. Without the sheep, obviously. Or the slaughterhouse, either. But otherwise it was exactly like sending a sheep to the slaughterhouse. And now that Fusion have systemishially dissected those Mexico-ans, they�re nowhere to be seen in all of HSW. Ain�t that funny? They must have run to the hills to hide from us just like what Kiddy Shoesyhide and Calumbo Cash did after we beat them seventy-hundred and eleventeen times. Of course, it�s just proper typical that Jonny You and Krispy Carmaker would decide to interfere and try to bully us again� but that reminds me, Global Denomination is nearly here and as HS-Dub�s official Global Denomination Representor, it is my sworn duty to advertise the event. And I�m going to do it� with� this!� The Jackrabbit winks at the camera through his sunshades, and then leans out of view. The camera goes to move after him, but The Jackrabbit�s hand comes into view to shove it back. A split second passes before the Unorthodox One returns on-camera, holding the big brown object he had been hiding just moments ago. The object turns out to be a large barrel, wood staves held together by iron chime and bilge hoops, as traditional barrels always were. Painted in blue paint across the wooden surface of the barrel is the familiar scruffy writing of the man now holding the barrel in front of it. It reads: �TIME IS NEARLY UP! HSW GLOBAL DEENOMINAYSHUN THIS WEEKEND! HURRY UP! GET YOUR TICKETS OFF EBAY OR ORDER TO VIEW FROM YOUR TELE PEOPLE THIS SUNDAY NIGHT AT 8PM! THANX MOOCH!� The Jackrabbit just grins like a goof as the camera takes all in this writing, the sentences constantly changing size in order to fit it all across the curved side of the barrel. The camera pans slowly back up to The Jackrabbit�s beaming face, pride splattered all over it just like the paint splattered all over the wood. THE JACKRABBIT: �I know what you�re thinking. You�re thinking, �I definitely put too much milk on those chocolate cornflakes this morning�� �No wait, that�s what I�m thinking, Hahaha silly me! What you �Rabbit Fans are thinking, is� �Jackrabbit Oh Jackrabbit, for the love of ice-cream why are you holding a barrel!?� I know, I know, bit crazy huh? Never know what to expect from Your Friendly Neighborhood Jackrabbit. But I�ll explain, don�tchya worry. This is the very last week of Global Denomination, for another year anywho, which is a sad time. Like Boxing Day. So I decided we�d better make a real big splash this week! And what better way to make a splash than falling into a river in a barrel!? Heheheheheahhaha! Soooo� when everyone sees this very special HS-Dub barrel rolling down this big waterfall here� they�ll decide �I should definitely watch Global Denomination�� He quickly checks the information written on his barrel. ��this Sunday at 8pm! So with that in mind� let�s get to it!� And with little more than a tiny hesitation, The Jackrabbit pushes his empty barrel, rolling it along the rough uneven surface at the edge of the Horseshoe Falls. Clambering carefully over rocks and rough surfaces, the Tag Team Champion maneuvers his barrel to the exact position he wants it in. Straightening the object up so that the open end of it is on top, he then proceeds to toss his HSW Tag Team Championship belt into the barrel, before sticking his first leg in. This causes him to hop around on the spot for a second before toppling over onto the rocks. A shrill squeal of pain signifies the jutting rocks on the river edge cutting his uncovered arms and knees. The Jackrabbit crawls out of the barrel, and restraightens it as he stands up. This time he attempts to leap up into the vessel, both feet at once. Not even clearing the side, both he and the barrel topple over for a second time. Grumbling and hissing to himself, The Jackrabbit now pulls himself up, muttering �third time lucky.� He now takes a few steps back, holding the barrel just off the floor. He attempts to run with the barrel, with the aims of leaping inside it in midair just as it plunges into the almost-fatal depths of Niagara Falls. However, he is halted just inches from the river side as the waters rush beside him by the shouting of a voice. VOICE: �Freeze!!!� Exactly as ordered, The Jackrabbit freezes, one foot still raised off the crowd almost in mid-leap, the barrel held up in front of him, his face not even bothering to check the source of the voice behind him. The camera, however, does so, and we see an entire squadron of armed police officers forming a semi-circle, ensnaring the HSW superstar between themselves and the Niagara River. The guns all point directly at The Jackrabbit, still unmoving. POLICE OFFICER: �Put down the weapon!!� Now The Jackrabbit slowly turns to face the police officers and suddenly looks shocked as if he hadn�t realized they were there. Through his sunshades, his eyes search the squadron and he then looks to the barrel, clearly trying to ponder how it could possibly be considered a �weapon.� Nevertheless he places the barrel on the rocky ground beneath his boots. Suddenly the police officers part like the Red Sea and The Jackrabbit watches as an authoritative figure steps through and to the front. Combed black hair and an clean-shaven face top a full-length, black, leather trench coat that in turn covers a shirt and ironed black trousers. Black sneakers complete the smart-casual outfit of the man by the name of Leon Anders. The Detective is on his cell phone, speaking in a light business tone, but the merriment of the situation is evident on his face and in his voice nonetheless. LEON ANDERS: �Yes, it was on the money. We�ve got him here at gun point, yes. I thank you again for the tip off, Mr. Kae.� And with that, Anders ends his phone call, placing the cell within an inside pocket of his trench coat. Tilting his head from side-to-side to click out the aches, Anders observes The Jackrabbit now with a smug grin. Pulling an official police badge from his pocket, Anders holds it out in front of his dumbstruck captive. LEON ANDERS: �Ah, Mr� Jackrabbit. I am Detective Chief Inspector Leon Anders. I am�� Before he can complete his sentence, The Jackrabbit has grabbed Anders� hand and is shaking it furiously. THE JACKRABBIT: �T�is my pleasure, Mr. Andies. Well, and your pleasure, but y�know wha�� Anders cuts him off, pulling back his hand in disgust and showing the badge a little more prominently. LEON ANDERS: �I am arresting you on account of a series of vandalism and public disturbance offenses across the countries of Japan, Italy, Mexico, Australia, England and our home country of the United States of America. Added to that now, on accounts of attempting to jump down these Falls in a barrel, which is also an illegal offense here in Canada and in Northern America. You do not have to�� Anders starts in shock as The Jackrabbit suddenly lifts the barrel from the floor and looks to leap into the Niagara River with it. He releases the barrel and it hits the water surface, shooting off down the side of the Horseshoe Falls. The entire police squadron and Inspector Anders turn to the Falls in shock, not realizing that The Jackrabbit himself actually never leapt off with the barrel. A brief moment passes before one of the officers shouts to Anders that The Jackrabbit is running in the opposite direction, further up the river! LEON ANDERS: �Moore, Carrington, Kimler, follow him with me! The rest of you to the vehicles!� The police officers in question holster their weapons and follow Anders in chase after the escaping Jackrabbit, running with a pace befitting of his namesake. The other officers do a 180 turn and run in the opposite direction to where their squad cars are parked further from the river. The camera turns, and we zoom into the depths of the mighty waterfall, our view fading to black. The state does not last long; we are returned to the sound of water, however this time far quieter than the Niagara sounds we heard only moments ago. This water drips and drops gently, pattering peacefully onto the rest of the water-surface. The camera focuses on the rippling surface for just a moment before pulling out, hastily almost, to reveal a beautiful stone water fountain, surrounded by the greens of planted grass and growing trees, towering urban buildings being the unfitting backdrop on this central park scene. The camera takes a momentary pan of Gore Park in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada before it is suddenly jerked forwards by none other than The Jackrabbit, his attire unchanged from earlier, his World Tag Team Championship still in its place of prominence around his muscled waist. The Unorthodox One appears to be out of breath, unusual for a professional wrestler of such physical conditioning, but nonetheless he manages a weakened smile at the camera and lifts his sunshades onto the matted blonde hair on the top of his head. His blue eyes stare deep into the camera. THE JACKRABBIT: �Holy smokes, Batman, that was a close one! It�s a real good job I used to play so much GTA or else I would never have known what to do in that prickly situation! But I escaped now, so all is well again in the world of The Jackrabbit and the millions and millions of �Rabbit Fans worldwide� that�s YOU!� can breath a big sigh of relief. Now The Jackrabbit� that�s me!� may not be the brightest light bulb in the knife drawer, but I does no what happens when them coppers be busting you. You go to jail and lose all your weapons and fail the mission you be doing. And if I end up going to jail again, I�ll probably miss the big special Global Denomination paper-view event thing and I can�t do that �cos Tal says I got to defend our World Tag Team titles against that Krispy Carmaker and some new dude called� uhm� Jerry Sprite. Y�know� a Sprite is not just a refreshing soft drink, it�s a little goblin too! This goblin what we have to face at Global Denomination though, he�s a big goblin, bigger even than The Jackrabbit. He went toe-to-toe-to-toe with Talon at that Shocker event whilst I was knocking the stuffing out of Krispy Carmaker. See, apparently, Jonny Dee has decided he is too old and wrinkly to wrestle so he�s got Sprite in the ring to take his place. But, sssssh, The Jackrabbit knows the real truth. The real truth is, JonJon has a yellow belly, probably caused by that Jamie girl�s cooking, and so he�s got all scaredy-catted and doesn�t want to wrestle against Fusion� that�s me and Tal, by the way. But you know what, that�s fine� JonJon may have got lucky against me once, but Talon crushed him like a little bug a couple weeks back and then made him get all bloody last week, so really we shouldn�t be sweating Jonny Pee. This Sprite dudey is all well and good, but he�s never wrestled here in HS-Dub before and his first match is a title match so he�s gonna be all out of his depth like an ant in a swimming pool filled with chocolate. Mmmmm, chocolate. Maybe if I swap places with the ant� I can eat the chocolate, and the ant can beat up Carmaker and Sprite� �cos everyone knows it could. Sounds like a plan! But failing that, Fusion will be leaving Global Denomination with their titles in the rightful places. That�s around Fusion�s waists, in case you didn�t know already. See, listen up Krispy, listen up Sprite, heck we�ll even let Grandpa Jonny listen in too. Tal and The Jackrabbit, we came to Headstrong looking for gold. There was lots of gold on display, too. That TV title what Flamey holds, that other title what Itchy Pod has, that midget belt that Carly Sarenthachio has� even that big special World Heavypeoples Title that The Steamer has at the moment. But me and Tal, we didn�t want them golds� we wanted the HS-Dub World Tag Team Titles. We wanted them because they be something that alluded us in ICWF� we never got that one chance to prove to the trabillions and ninezillions of viewers that Talon and The Jackrabbit have put aside their past from all those years ago, put aside the feud from GWO, and are a unit. That means there�s one of us, when there�s really two. T�is complicated stuff, but Tal explained it to me. I was a bit distracted with my paper airplane at the time, though. The point I�m trying to find� and methinks it�s one of them haystack-style points that ain�t much easy to find� is that Fusion holds these here Tag Team titles because we are the greatest and strongest unit of friendliness in all of HS-Dub. We been buddies since before Krispy and JonJon knew each other and before this Sprite guy had even heard of wrestling�. If he even has, yet, at all. See, Spritey is new to this company and new to this business and so there be a few ground rules he needs to be learning. He needs to learn that Boss One and Almost-Boss Two are in charge here. He needs to learn how to do Irish Whips and Suplexes. He needs to learn that when the phoenix that is Talon rises� none shall block his path. But most importantly of all, he needs to learn that� �The Jackrabbit always gets The Last Laugh!� The Jackrabbit grins into the camera before bursting out into spontaneous, hysterical laughter, his head tipped back so that his long blonde hair falls off his face. He then turns around and skips closer to the water fountain in the middle of Gore Park. Barely before he has even reached the fountain, sirens are heard and the Park is surrounded by police squads cars, screeching to a halt in a circle around him. The Jackrabbit looks around him, completely baffled, small chuckles still randomly escaping his throat. The police step out of their vehicles, guns pointed to dissuade their target from further escape. As before, Leon Anders is the last man to enter the fray, walking with slow authority. He eyes The Jackrabbit almost warily, and the words slip off his tongue venomously, finishing off exactly where he was interrupted at the Niagara Falls earlier. LEON ANDERS: �You do not have to say anything but anything you do say may be used as evidence in a court of law.� The Jackrabbit can only look on in surprise and bewilderment, the entire thing probably not yet registering in his mind, as Detective Anders applies the hand-cuffs to the wrestler. The Jackrabbit is led towards the nearest squad car as our scene fades to black.