The scene opens up. The camera is in the middle of a large urban scene, blocks of flats rising up from the ground, all at least three or four storeys high. There are smaller buildings around the area but they are less common, dwarfed and overshadowed by the taller buildings around them. The camera pans down the side of one of the buildings and follows now across a long road down, which a variety of cars are moving. The busy road would imply the location to be inner city, though exactly which city cannot be told. The movement of the scene picks up pace as the camera is hurried down a back-alley between beside one of the tallest blocks of flats. The camera tilts. Its view is moved slowly up the building, allowing the viewer to behold the full of its height. Just as it sees the top of the building, the camera drops swiftly, or rather its view does, back on to a level sight, looking out along the road. A voice though, catches it�s attention and it stops panning. THE JACKRABBIT: �Hey-aaaaaa!� The camera spins on a pivot to face the source of the voice and it lands on none other than ICWF�s own, The Jackrabbit! His untidy blonde hair is let freely down his neck and shoulders, and his goatee is as poorly kept as ever. Eyes stare, it can be assumed, from behind dark shades and his grin is awesome. The black T-shirt he wears depicts the image of a rabbit; a rabbit laughing maniacally, with glowing red eyes, spiky gray fur and long buck teeth. He wears below this interesting image a pair of tattered looking blue, denim jeans. THE JACKRABBIT: �Come �ere often do ya? Or looking for me, me, me!? Well The Jackrabbit� that�s me, donchya know?� comes here often. This place is� different to me. Different like how it isn�t to you. See why� The Jackrabbit came from here. Nah silly fools, I wasn�t born �ere� but up there�� He points up the tall building, then makes a falling motion with his fingers �And down here� see, �Rabbit Fans and �Rabbit Fans alike� This is where I fell fell fell� I hates it, I really do� see, Talon pushed me. He pushed me and I fell and� well that is how Jay was gone and I was me, and that is all that is all� I doesn�t like heights� nu-uh, not one teensy weensy little bit. Well, t�isn�t the heights that is the problem really� t�is the fallin� offa �em! I tried an� tried an� tried to conquer �em� but how do you conquer summat you can�t Last Laugh? That�s my philo� philo.. philosofa? Don�t really matters though� nu-uh, not really. �Cos at the Papa-View this week� uhm� Insane Massacre, at that The Jackrabbit doesn�t gotta go up high. Nopes� The Jackrabbit has gotta stay in the ring, nice and low, and beats a bunch of peoples�� For a moment, The Jackrabbit could have sworn he heard a noise somewhere near by. His shaded eyes dart around expectantly, towards an area of shadows at the end of the alley. He narrows his eyes, but sees nothing. Furrowing his brow and shrugging his shoulders, The Jackrabbit turns back to the camera with a grin. THE JACKRABBIT: ��where was I? Uhm uhm� right yeah, the Papa View� well actually, that�s a funny story! See� this DeMarko Freezey wanted to play games with The Jackrabbit for some reason� and Sharky, he wanted to fight The Jackrabbit� that�s me, �case you forgot!.. well, I wanted to face Sharky too� I means, all this time researching fishies and sharks� and then I fights some Elimymajig? Knowin� stuffs bout fishes and all that ain�t gonna help nobody �gainst Elimymajig, but it will help against a real Sharky. Street Shark� well, hah!� you finally gonna get what�s bin comin� to ya alla last week� cos at the Papa View, we will meet� Odjie done us a favor, Sharky� he gives me to you and you to me (in a totally non-Zimmy kinda way, course!) Remember all them promises I made to you, Sharky� remember �em proper. �Cos Ready or Not, Here Comes The Jackrabbit!� The Jackrabbit now lets his eyes drift back up the building and he frowns to himself, before taking a deep breath and crossing himself (although he does miss his left shoulder and poke himself in the top of the ribs.) �Well �ere it goes� going up!� And on that note, The Jackrabbit heads into the tall set of flats through a rusted side door that clearly hasn�t had maintenance for years by the squeak it makes on use. The Jackrabbit however fails to notice the dark figure that follows him through the door. As its focus disappears from view, the camera suddenly takes a physically impossible leap up the side of the building, scaling the side of it until it reaches the side over which it hovers, panning in just in time to watch The Jackrabbit emerging from a door onto the roof. The camera becomes stationary now as The Jackrabbit moves slowly, purposefully towards it but he has seemingly lost the spring in his step. As he reaches the camera, he lifts his sunshades onto the top of his head, cocks his head on a side and narrows piercing blue eyes. THE JACKRABBIT: �This is where it happened! This! Right here! He threw me� his best friend. You know what it�s like to fall? You know! You have no idea! You falls outta bed, or off a wall or outta a tree� nothing compared to where The Jackrabbit fell. Rabbits hop� they don�t fly. They can�t fly. Fall fall faaaall! Well they�ll fall on Sunday, they�ll fall at four-four-four, truuuuust The Jackrabbit when he speaks �cos he is known for his common sense� Arghahah!� Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past Bringing back these memories I wish I didn't have THE JACKRABBIT: �No matter no matter! The past is history and history is past.. The Jackrabbit got his revenge on Talon for what he did waaaaaaaahahahay back! This is this, now is now. You see� and now is Street Sharky and Mr. Freeze. Oh yeeeah! Odjie gimme that girlie, and Odjie gimme that Elimimajig dude� but this is different. This is a Papa View, this is biiig and this is a triangle match�. Ever seen a triangle match? I haven�t� they�re usually just straight. I mean, if it was a triangle, where would the little red bit go that you make go all flamey? Uhh�.. anywho as I was saying before, this is all about an imaginary ladder� climb climb climb, till you get at the top where Kal---� He is interrupted suddenly. VOICE BEHIND HIM: �Turn around and put your f*ckin� hands up, weirdo!� The Jackrabbit slowly turns around from the camera to see a man dressed all in black save a red bandana around his head staring at him. The man has an unshaved, stubble look to his face and dark threatening eyes. Something glistens in the man�s hand� it is a knife and he holds it out, ready to use it on The Jackrabbit should the need take him. MAN: �That�s it! Just empty out your pockets� come on, all the money you got! Hurry up!� THE JACKRABBIT: �What you want my money for?� MAN: �What? Just shut the f*ck up, man, and empty out your f*cking pockets!� THE JACKRABBIT: �I was just wonderin�, that�s all!� MAN: �I ain�t gunna tell you again, weirdo! And the camera, too, gimme that!� THE JACKRABBIT: �But I need that to finish talkin� to all my �Rabbit Fans� I mean, sure they booed me at Inferno but they didn�t mean it� I think they just got confused with the difference between cheering and booing� I done that before, it�s a really confu---� MAN: �What the f*ck are you on, man?! Gimme your f*cking money or I�ll stick this f*cking thing in ya!� THE JACKRABBIT: �What�s that mean? That word you keep using� f*ck?!� MAN: �You�re p*ssing me about now, man! I�ve had enough of your f*cking sh*t already!� True to his word, the armed thug on the rooftop with The Jackrabbit took a charge at him, his blade brandished. Clearly he wanted whatever money he thought his �prey� had. The Jackrabbit�s jaw dropped just a little and, with split seconds to spare, he took a swift sidestep with the agility he had gained from his years in pro-wrestling. The effect was unintended; the thug tripped past The Jackrabbit and was sent instantly over the side of the building, screaming. The Jackrabbit though didn�t even bother turning to look, instead his eyes widening at the sound to meet his eyes. A wave of horror hit him. Wounds so deep they never show they never go away Like moving pictures in my head for years and years they've played His body soared over the side of the building, everything suddenly seeming like slow motion. His eyes widened, a cry slipping past his lips. He could see the man who had tossed him over the side at the top, on safe ground� much like the ground so many feet below him rushing up to meet him. His body would hit it and all would go black. All would be gone. And nothing he knew could save him from the seemingly slow-motion fall down. Down. Down. Down. The Jackrabbit didn�t waste another second� instantly he fled the top of the building, not wanting or daring to know what had become of the thug. The images flashed through his mind, reminding him painfully of the memories� almost seven years ago� There had been no Last Laughs to have�..