Comebacks. Just when you think everything is finished, when the dead are dead and the gone are gone� just when you expect never to see that some one or that some thing again; it comes back. Why? Is there a reason, a purpose? Or is there simply no method to the madness. The scene opens up. Not through a normal clean cut, but rather from a vague blur. Nothing is clear and nothing can be made out until all of a sudden everything comes into focus from the blur. And the scene is inside a tiny little room. From the daylight pouring in through a broken windowpane, and the wooden door creaking on rusted hinges it is apparent that the room is in fact an outdoor shed, made from top to bottom of rotting wood, affected from the exterior by days and nights of harsh wind and rain. The camera now pans slowly around the shed floor; the floor is uncarpeted, but the concrete can barely be seen beneath all the junk that litters it. The floor appears almost a junkyard of broken, sharp, shiny or just plain anarchic items� or rather to the world of hardcore; weapons. Broken bottles and baseball bats, dented steel chairs and thumbtacks, sheets of glass and trashcan lids, barbed wire sticks and spray-paint cans� and even amongst the clutter of random items there lie two title belts; both flashing golden from the glimmer of light trickling into the strange shed. �ARRRRGHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!� The manic laughter echoed around the shed, rebounding even off the wooden sides. The camera spins quickly but the cause of the noise cannot be found, almost as if it is avoiding being seen by the lens. And then it finds him; a man perched atop a three-legged stool, his knees up under his chin. The camera moves in closer to get a look at the man. Long blonde hair falling down his shoulders and a pair of shade conceal his eyes. The camera moves. He wears a black T-shirt, two sizes too long so that is reaches way past his hips, and emblazoned on the T-shirt is four letters; meaningless individually but of such important together: ICWF THE JACKRABBIT: �Heya �Rabbit Fans!� And instantly it is him. Whether the memories from the Golden Wrestling Organisation come back or not� every face watching the scene would recognize the figure as The Jackrabbit; the mysterious figure that appeared on Inferno to save ODJ from DeMarko Frost. THE JACKRABBIT: �Suuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrpppppppppppppppppprrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisssssssssssseeeeeeeeeee!� And with that, The Jackrabbit instantly bursts into fits of hysterical laughter, throwing back his head to let the sound lift into the air, his hair falling down his back and his sunshades almost falling off his face. The odd character regains himself hastily, looking back into the camera as he straightens the shades on his nose. THE JACKRABBIT: �I know, I know! Hey �Rabbit, what the heck you doing in ICWF? Heard it, heard it! Hey �Rabbit, whatchya doin� kicking Frost�s ass? Yeah, Yeah, heard it all! Fun an� all, but gimme a break!� He rolls his head on his shoulders. �I got bored, alright? Sitting around, eating ice-cream, playing games� Battleships is a great game! Ever played Battleships!? I have! I been playing it for like� a year, since when GWO went Ka-ka-ka-boom!!!� and I haven�t lost a single match! I know! I really can�t wait to play with another person though� the game does get tiresome when you play it on your own all the time.� He shrugs his shoulders. �No matter! I�m back onto the whole wrestling thing now anyways. Kinda missed beating people up just for laughs. Hah! Get it!? Laughs! Been a while, ain�t it �Rabbit Fans? So how comes you booed The Jackrabbit� that�s me!� outta the arena when I saved Mistah Odjie from Freeze? That was good�. That was cool, �Rabbit Fans! No no, really! Don�t boo me or I will scream, and I can scream real loud! I did Mistah Odjie a biiiiiiiiiig favor! Odjie is great! He gave me a job, and he�ll take care of me if I look after him. We�re gunna be big, �Rabbit Fans! Mistah Odjie is the boss of ICWF� you know what that means?! It means he�s the boss! Just like Maggie was in GWO, Odjie is in ICWF. Cool, huh? And he�s The Jackrabbit�s friend! Again The Jackrabbit bursts into fits of crazed laughter, which he quickly calms to an annoying sniggering before continuing on with his high-pitched, high-paced rambling. THE JACKRABBIT: �You remember me in TAW? I was like the Canadian Champ! Champion of all Canadia! And then in GWO I came and I saw and I� wrestled! I found Talon there, remember? Damn Saul didn�t see it comin� but I got him� I got my revenge. And then, and then I went along and I beat that crackpot Silvio Syn� and I won the Wealthy Commoner title!� He makes a vague gesture to the GWO Commonwealth Title belt lying abandoned under a heap of kendo sticks. I was like the bestest there! �cept the World Champion, �course. World Champions is always the bestest� like that Kali Killer� never really unnerstood what a Kali is, so I never really unnerstood how you could kill one�. But this dude has so that makes him�. Uhm� Kali Killer! Anyways! He shakes his head in a vague attempt to undistract himself. I got given some girlie this week! ARGHAHAHAHAH!! So funny! So funny! This is Mistah Odjie�s idea of a Standing Joke! Really honestly really! I mean, what in the blue sky is The Jackrabbit� that�s me!� doing in a match with a girlie? Jadina Kade� wait!� Kadini Jade� something that sounds like sardines, last I remember� well anywho, it doesn�t really matter anyways� see, thing is� I�m gunna get to wrestle again on Inferno! I am! Me! The Jackrabbit! Wrestling! Again! And when I do, I won�t be walking in the park� nope, I�ll be wrestling in a ring. With a girlie! The inevitable laughter that had been building is finally released, and The Jackrabbit takes more than a moment to regain his posture. See, what the sardine girl doesn�t seem to realize, is that once I get in the ring, once I start wrestling all over again, it won�t be no laughing matter. �Cept for me. �Cos see, when The Jackrabbit gets in the ring� well� The Jackrabbit always gets The Last Laugh!� For the final time, the unorthodox one tips back his head and lets his hysterical laughter sound around his shed; his so-called Junkyard of Hardcore. This time he does not regain himself, and he does not stop his laughing. He instead lets the camera fading to a blur and then to white cut him off.