Gold. Once thought to be the rarest and most valuable of metals, and one that is still associated with champions and greatness. Gold was bestowed upon kings and pharaohs in many centuries gone by, a sign of power, a symbol that showed to all that the holder of the gold rose above all in stature and importance. Hundreds of years past, and still gold is considered �first place� and awarded to those who excel in competition and better their peers in their chosen art. Only the best take home the gold, and hold it high and hold it proud, a historic symbol of their dominance. The scene fades in slowly on what appears to be a blurred image of black and white. The camera lens itself does not product black and white imagery, but rather these are the only two colors evident in the object on which millions worldwide are viewing with the nagging curiosity that this such promo always brings. The camera begins to move in now on the already close focus of its vision, and we see that the black actually streaks across its own white landscape. A little focus on the blurring reveals that the streaks void of color are, in fact, shaped into letters; words, even. These words form sentences, one after the other in an ever-reoccurring manner, across what appears to be a page. The camera hovers, allowing us to read. ��following a string of offenses recently occurring across four continents. These offenses include break-and-entry, assault, and damage to public and private property. Due to the moving nature of the crimes committed by the individual, police forces located within the United States continue having difficulty locating the man in question. Police are working with Headstrong Wrestling officials to question the individual in question and are allowing hefty damages costs from the company to replace as much damage as possible. HSW is finding great success in international ratings and sales globally due to its recently expanded �Global Domination� worldwide tour, and though the nature of these criminal incidents are made to appear accidental, speculation is in the air that the whole thing is in fact an intentional ploy developed by Headstrong Wrestling management to promote its tour and the upcoming �Global Domination� Pay-Per-View event. Police in connection to this string of events are working together globally to find contact with, and question, the character known only as The Jackrabbit� An unexplainably strong gust of wind sends the paper spiraling out of the camera�s view, revealing itself to be no more than an extract from a national newspaper, albeit an insightful one. The winds take the newspaper into the air, it spins like a free-fall glider, leading the camera�s view with it like an inquisitive child following its mother�s finger. The camera now stops its ascent, as the newspaper drops like a fly hit by Raid, revealing suddenly an awe-inspiring sight before the viewers� eye. Rising high in front of the camera, which now appears to have been nestled at the bottom of this magnificent building, and what look like giant white granite spherical-sectioned shells, propped hundreds of feet from the floor by concrete walls. All around this building, evident to the educated as the Sydney Opera House in Sydney, Australia, is water, making almost an island around the colossal sight. A sound issues forth into the camera�s audio receivers, one that does not echo the sound of international banter from tourists from all over the world. The sound is a high-pitched screeching, piercing the air. The camera slowly begins to zoom in closer to the Opera House, seeking the source of the sound. SCREECHING VOICE: �GET YOUR TICKETS NOW! DON�T WAIT! THIS COULD BE YA� LAST CHANCE� IT MIGHT NOT, BUT IT COULD BE!� If a camera could blink, it would now. Slowly the view begins to zoom in, at the foot of the Opera House, and we see a figure. This figure has long blonde hair and� appears to be wearing a wooden advertising outfit; a plank of wood runs down both his front and back, attached across each shoulder by a simple rope. The camera lowers itself to read the words spray-painted on the wood� �HS-DUB GLOBAL DENOMANASSION� BYE IT NOW ON PAPER VIEW! ONLY A LITTLE BIT OF MONEYS!� The camera slowly pans up now to see the grinning face of HSW�s unorthodox maniac� he is one half of Fusion, he is a newly-crowned World Tag Team Champion, he is The Jackrabbit! The Jackrabbit looks down at his own advertising outfit and then up at the tourist crowd around him. Once again in his high-pitched shriek of a voice he bellows out. THE JACKRABBIT: �LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND ROUGH MEN ALSO� IF YOU�D BE SO KIND, HS-DUB BE BRINGIN� TO YOU A LITTLE BIT OF GLOBAL DENOMINATION!! DON�T WAIT, BYE YOUR TICKETS NOW! PRE-ORDER THE TELEVISIONISED SHOWING! VISIT SHOCKER THIS WEEK IN�� He pauses, takes a piece of paper from under the wooden advertisement he wears. �PERTH, AUSTRALASIA!� The Jackrabbit looks around, noticing that all his best efforts are achieving for him is the occasional curious glance. Who wouldn�t glance at an over-6 foot tall American dressed in only a wooden advertising panel? Sighing at the lack of proper attention, the HSW worker turns to the camera pointed on him, and grins slowly. Through the sunshades he wears, he can vaguely see a thrilled flash in his eyes, the excited type that would usually be seen in the eyes of a young child on Christmas morning. THE JACKRABBIT: �Howdy hi Australasian �Rabbit Fans, Englandish �Rabbit Fans, Canadian �Rabbit Fans, Japanish �Rabbit Fans, Italy-an �Rabbit Fans, Mexicoan �Rabbit Fans, Samoan �Rabbit Fans and any other �Rabbit Fans worldwide and elsewhere alike!! For those of you what haven�t already� buy your tickets and order your showings of HS-Dub�s Global Denomination thing. I have to say that, y�see, I�m HS-Dub�s official Global Denomination Representator! Boss One and Boss Two been giving me heat for not advertising enough. But honestly, I don�t see the big problem� just by having Talon, and The Jackrabbit� that�s me!� on the show, �Rabbit Fans all over the place gonna be watching HS-Dub. Well last week we was in Mexico, which was fun. Until I ate some icky hot foods and got throwed out of a restaurant by some psycho dudey. But that�s okay� �cos me and my buddy Tal made up for it on Friday Shocker� how? I suppose that�s the big question ain�t it? Here�s the big answer!� Slowly The Jackrabbit reaches behind his wooden advertising outfit and pulls out from behind it thick white leather belt, with silver-tinted golden plates all over it, each side plate bearing a flag; the United States stars and stripes, the Union Jack of Great Britain, the rising sun of Japan, and the maple leaf of Canada. In the centre is a plate resembling a spiked ball, on which lays the HSW logo and the embossed words of �World Tag Team Champion.� The Jackrabbit slowly grins, eyeing the shimmering belt he holds up proudly to the camera. THE JACKRABBIT: �This is the big answer! See this belt, huh? Know what it is? No, I�ll tell you. It�s the one and only� wait for it!� Headstrong Wrestlin�� World� Tag Team� title. Well, tell a lie, there�s actually another one of these out there� but Tal said I couldn�t have it. For some stupid reason I only get to keep one of them. I think he�s being greedy and hogging the other one personally. Methinks he knows something I doesn�t, and the other belt is actually way better than my one. But as I always say; The Jackrabbit always gets The Last Laugh�� He leans in to the camera and whispers in to it. �Don�t tell nobody, but this is really Talon�s belt� I swapped them when he was sleeping, teehee! But ssssh, don�t tell Tal!� He leans back out again, polishing the center plate of the championship belt. �Y�see, last week on Friday Night Shocker� there was a match. Tell another lie, there was two matches. A see-mule-match, actually. In this one ring, there be me and Tal and we was whooping Constantine and Amphalongwordthatmakesnosense to win these here belts. They were really Fusion�s belts all along, and everyone knew this, but on Shocker we made it official. We decided those two screwballs had warmed them up for us plenty enough, and so we took �em. I must say, they didn�t be as warm as I �spected� but they�ll still do nicely.� He places the World Tag Team title belt over his shoulder now, resting it on the rope that attaches the two pieces of wood around his body. ��and in that other thing alongside, was Jonny Ell and Krispy Carmaker. They were fighting like little pansies, pretending to fight and not really fighting. I mean, come on guys! This is professional wrestling, you can�t pretend to fight in professional wrestling!! But that sums up those two punks� they talk the talk and walk the walk, but when it comes to fighting the fight, they doesn�t know how. They pretend. But we�re Fusion� and we don�t pretend nothing. So those two nutjobs decide to ruin our little celebration with balloons and cakes by beating me and Tal up after our win� why did they do it? Well, �cos they be jealous of course. They be jealous that they�re not as big as Talon, and that they�re not as laughable as The Jackrabbit, and that they�re not as colorful as the Teletubbies. And most of all, they be jealous they don�t be holding the HS-Dub World Tag Team gold. We do! So you come ruin our wins all you like, JonJon, Krispy� but remember, when you�re least expecting it� whether you�re Ready or Not� Here Comes Fusion!! Hahahahahahahahha!!!� The Jackrabbit tips back his head, laughing like a crazed hyena. Slowly he calms himself, dropping to the occasional chuckle, before looking up and around to the entrance of the Sydney Opera House. Apparently a tour is being let in now or a performance is starting, as a large group of tourists are making their way inside the monumental building. The Jackrabbit starts walking towards this group, glancing to the camera on his way. THE JACKRABBIT: �I �spose you�re wondering why I be here in Sydney, huh? Well, I�d love to tell you I be here �cos Sydney has a much larger wrestling fan base than Perth, where the Shocker show be taking place. I�d love to tell you that I came to Sydney to advertise instead of Perth �cos Sydney has a much larger number of tourists due to landmarks like this one�. Truth is, though� I bought the wrong plane ticket and ended up in Sydney instead of Perth.� He shrugs and grins. The Jackrabbit now approaches the crowds of people entering the Sydney Opera House and hums to himself. The tourists bustle and shove as they are akin to do, each one wanting to get their prominent position on the tour or the best seats for the upcoming performance. He then cups one hand around his mouth and points his other hand, finger outstretched, at the spray-painted words on the advertisement he wears as an outfit. THE JACKRABBIT: �IF ME COULD HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE! FOLKS, HEADSTRONG WRESTLIN� BE PUTTIN ON THIS THING CALLED GLOBAL DENOMINATION! FEATURING THE BEST THE WRESTLING WORLD HAS TO OFFER, LIKE ME AND TAL, AND THE STEAMER, AND ITCHY POD AND VAIN AND SUFFIX AND MORDOOR AND AL COPOP AND THAT RAPPER DUDE WITH THE BLING BLING. THAT�S RIGHT, GLOBAL DENOMINATION IS COMING TO A COUNTRY NEAR YOU!� The Jackrabbit looks up through his makeshift megaphone at the tourist crowds. Nothing. Barely a single person has removed themselves from their �important� task of prominent tourist positions to give the unusual American town-crier a glance. The Jackrabbit starts muttering and grumbling obscenities such as �muffin-heads� and �nincompoops.� He readjusts his title belt on his shoulder, then folds his arms. He begins to look up and around at the Sydney Opera House, an idea apparently formulating in his head. A worrying sight, indeed. The camera follows his line of sight, up the sheer wall of the Opera House, to the enormous spherical-sectioned shells of white granite atop the large structure. The camera now spins around to see the big white grin on the man�s face. Throwing down the wooden advertising suit to reveal his common garb of a black �Global Domination� T-shirt beneath the Tag Team title belt, and a pair of rugged and torn blue jeans, The Jackrabbit now hops out of the wood and begins bounding towards the wall. Taking a deep breath, he begins to scale the side of the building, a feat only once attempted before in history in 1997 by one Alain Robert. The camera slowly zooms out as The Jackrabbit takes the wall step by step. The picture fades to black. An image crosses our screens, a single word �LATER�� An animated rabbit hops onto the screen beside the word, and pushes it off the screen. The scene remains on the Sydney Opera House in Sydney, Australia. The camera�s view is pointed upwards at the large white shells atop the building. A dark figure appears to be perched atop the highest sail. Slowly, the camera begins to zoom in on this dark shape. This dark shape appears to be sat down in blue jeans and a black T-shirt. Sunshades hide beneath a blonde mop of hair, and a rough unkempt goatee boarders his mouth and chin. A leather championship belt adorns his waist proudly. The Jackrabbit has, somehow, reached the top of the Sydney Opera House and is now sat on the highest shell of the building�s structure! The Jackrabbit begins shouting in a high-pitched voice to combat the sound of the wind all around him. THE JACKRABBIT: �Apparently this Friday I�ve got a match-up with this guy Vain. His real name is Alan, which makes me wonder why he calls himself Vain. I mean, why can�t more people be like me and just use their real name in the wrestling ring? The mind boggles. Now, if I do be knowing my geometry, a vein is a thingy in your body and mine that takes blood around. So, Vain be taking blood around� well I don�t plan on bleedin� in our match, Alan, so be very prepared for The Jackrabbit busting you open. Unless you got a razor blade handy, then you can just use that. Hahaha! Now before you �Rabbit Fans go getting the wrong idea� does Your Friendly Neighborhood Jackrabbit be hating Mr. Vain. Well no, I doesn�t. In fact, methinks Vain is a very good wrestler and I even got this�� The Jackrabbit holds out his arm, revealing an official Vain wristwatch depicting Mr. Ego�s face in the center of it. �But don�t go thinking just �cos I be liking your wrestling and stuff that The Jackrabbit� that�s me!� will be going light on you or nothing. I�m in this HS-Dub place to fight. Me and Tal came here to prove to the world that we are the bestest of friends now, the past is behind us, and we�re on track to be the dominant duo in Headstrong history! Well dudes, tick that tick-box, �cos we done that. Fusion be the Tag Team Champinos of the World! So what�s next for Fusion? Well, there�s no more Tag Team Titles to be winning so we�ll just have to defend them against all comers who try to prove us wrong. And then, of course, is redeeming the loss Jonny Pee gave to me a couple weeks back. To prove to myself and my loyal �Rabbit Fans that The Jackrabbit can still hold his own in singles matches like I did back in TAW, GWO and ICWF. And what better way to do that than to beat , Mr. Ego. Himself, Mr. Vain One, Mr. Tournament-Finals, Mr. � well, Mr. Wallace. Keep all your attention on that World Title, Vain; and you won�t see me coming and I will steamroll you like a� steam...roller. Brrrrmm brmmm hiissssss. But don�t take it personally when I give this my best shot, Vainy. We could be buddies some time down the line, with your good looks and my intellect, we could take this world by storm. But right now, you�re on one side of the ring, and The Jackrabbit� that�s me!� is on the other. It�s The Vain One vs. The Unorthodox One, which means, methinks, you love yourself a real lot, and I� well, I don�t know what �unorthodox� means. But basically, you�ve got your mirrors and your little psychotic girlfriends, and I�ve got a 6-foot-8 enigma, his lead piping, the HS-Dub Global Denomination Representorness and the HS-Dub World Tag Team Championship on mine. Oh, and I�ve got that other little deciding factor too� that little one about The Jackrabbit� always getting The Last Laugh!!� The Jackrabbit breaks into his usual trademark laughter, the sound being dragged across the waters by the wind. Slowly he brings himself to a stop, a curious, almost lost, look crossing his face. He stretches. THE JACKRABBIT: �Now where was I? Oh yes� making an advertisement that nobody will be able to ignore. Making an advertisement so powerful that everyone in the whole of Australasia will be buying the Global Denomination Pay-Per-View!� Suddenly, The Jackrabbit pulls a blue spray-paint can from the back of his jeans and begins shaking it, the familiar rattle from inside greeting his ears. He grins right across his face, and immediately stands, beginning to spray enormous letters on the very surface of the highest granite shell of the Sydney Opera House, an illegal act almost mimicking the anti-war campaign staged here by David Burgess and Will Saunders in 2003. The camera suddenly zooms out to reveal the enormous blue graffiti reading: �H.S.DUB GLOBAL DENOMANASSION! SEPT. 3! TICKETS ON SALE NOW! PAPER-VIEW AVAILABLE ON LOCAL NETWORK! BYE IT NOW!� For his part in this criminal act, The Jackrabbit seems oblivious to the implications and is bouncing up and down on the roof of the famous Opera House, tainted now by his advertising work. Slowly The Unorthodox One repacks his spray-paint can and begins his descent from the building�s roof, unknowingly to the sound of helicopter blades in the distance. The camera fades out. However, this is not the end for us yet. Accompanied again by the word �LATER��, and a little rabbit to remove it, the scene remains the site of the Sydney Opera House. However, time has passed and this is evident by the darkening sky, the sun falling on the horizon and the waters looking a deep black around us now. Beautiful lights illuminate the Opera House, making the scene even more majestic than it had been previously. The camera pulls back from the awe-inspiring sight, to a somewhat less magical addition. A police squad boat has parked itself on the water�s edge, �AFP� for Australian Federal Police printed on its side. Stood on the deck of the boat and staring up at the roof of the Sydney Opera House is a police officer dressed in a standard AFP uniform; beside him another man, stood even more authoritatively than the officer with him, and clad in a very modern-looking suit, including sable black tie. A pair of sunshades that completely shade his eyes rest on the top of a thick nose, his fringe pushed back in a neat crop of black hair. His name is Leon Anders and he is in charge of federal and international police circumstances with the United States police force. He speaks to the Australian officer, his voice in a thick American accent. LEON ANDERS: ��and nobody came forward with details or a description?� AFP OFFICER: �Yair mate, nobody saw nothink.� LEON ANDERS: �We know who it was, we just need to find him and nail him. Once we�ve gathered the evidence, he�s ours. Get your men to wash this off, and then find me a flyer for this� this wrestling pay-per-view.� AFP OFFICER: �Global Domination, offo?� LEON ANDERS: �That�s right. I want the date, the time, the venue, the exact matches. The lot. Make it happen. Whether Headstrong are willing to give it me or not, I will find out his real name, and I will get my evidence, and there�ll be nowhere left to run for Mr. Jackrabbit.�