For fifteen years- a joke! For fifteen years- a reject! For fifteen years- a retard! For fifteen long years- sidekick, accomplice, footnote. Well I put my foot through that footnote. Rebirth rebirth rebirth. And wasn�t it? A rebirth for the Jackrabbit and a rebirth for NLW. Jack Sullivan can take his sales figures, print them all out, and frame them up on his study wall. He can frame them right next to Draco�s broken dreams and Caelan Tyler�s broken esophagus. Aaaahahaaa! NLW rebirth was a stillbirth for The Once-Hellacious One, looking to rekindle the old flames. Instead he was just kindling. That�s on lil� ol� me, sorry Dracey! But you have to understand, this wasn�t personal. You are just another puppet on Sullivan�s hand, thrust in front of me. You were supposed to put me down, Draco, didn�t you get the memo? Your stage was all set for the ultimate comeback, the once and future king, reigning NLW Champion returning after eight long years of cryogenic hibernation to defeat NLW�s punchbag and reclaim his rightful place at the top of the pack. But this is a new deck, Draco, and in this deck joker beats king. Hahahaaaa! And riddle me this, my forlorn friend. Who holds the NLW crown now?! Me. Once upon a time the Jackrabbit would have been beaten down in the middle of the ring and stripped of everything he was worth. First his lunch money, then his cell. His wallet, his jewelry, his clothes, his shoes, his honor, his passion, his respect, his damned DIGNITY! This is all hypothetical, of course. Once upon a time. But when NLW trumpeted its return on May 8th, I beat Draco down in the middle of the ring, I stripped him of his dignity, and I took what now belongs to me. Why why why? The NLW World Title stays with me because nobody else deserves it. Nobody else has bled like the Jackrabbit has bled, nobody else has endured what I endured. I have suffered humiliation after humiliation after embarrassment after embarrassment, and now you can all feel what I have felt. You people called me crazy! WHO�S CRAZY NOW!? Hahahahahaaaaaaaaaa! Besides, I beat the champ. So there. And so the NLW World Championship is the first part in the demise of NLW. I am coming for each and every New Legend one at a time, and I am undoing this dirty little fallacy of Mister Sully�s itsy bitsy mind. For every cheer the sycophants in the audiences make, I will hurt another of their idols. For every lie they tell about Fusion�s so-called greatness, another piece falls. Or rises. By the neck. Hahahaha. Consider Caelan Tyler a warning. Consider Draco a follow-through. And what does that make you, little Nicky Perry, the prodigal son? Nicky-boy, oh Nicky-boy. We meet again at last. How exciting! Hasn�t this been a little tour of reunions for ol� Jackrabbit? Tell me, Nicholas. Are you still so na�ve? Are you still as wet as the day your daddy plucked you from the womb to make you his underling? I was once like you, Nicky. Wet. Plucked from a womb. An underling. Hahaaa! I was all the things that you continue to be. Lost in your own body. Afraid of your own shadow. Vacant. You had your own Talons, didn�t you? You collected them by the handful. You didn�t care if it was Daddy Zack, Jesse, Moxie, Greg, doesn�t the list go on and on? People holding you down, people climbing up onto your shoulders and screaming �Walk, donkey, walk!� The good old days, right Nick? Even when you were Untamed, you had a passenger on your back as you dragged X-Terminator to a false victory and a paper championship. MY PAPER CHAMPIONSHIP! But they were all lies, weren�t they Little Nicky? Lies upon lies, no matter how you spin it, because Fusion was a lie. NLW was a lie. And that lie is being rectified at Rebirth the Second. I have been granted such an exciting opportunity to put right another of Jack Sullivan�s many wrongs, when I tear down the wide-eyed wunderkind of NLW, the golden boy of OWF. The golden boy that would not aid me when The Movement sunk their claws in. The golden boy who ignored the threat until it was too damn late. I noticed the threat, Nicholas. I noticed, and I fought, and where were you? You were too busy playing �champion� and I took the fall for you. Another fall. Always falling. Hahahahahaha. But I�m not one to hold a grudge now, am I? I understand you, Nicky Boy. You�ve come a long way since then, haven�t you? I recognize too well a man who is on the road I have travelled. A road they practically named after me. I�ve seen delusion like yours before. You may see me as a guiding light on Jackrabbit Road as thread by thread the reality becomes less tangible, the psychosis of the mind becoming more real than the real. From here, I promise you one thing. It only gets worse. After all, weren�t you wronged as I was wronged? But don�t mistake familiarity for empathy, I will take no qualms and all the pleasure in putting you beneath me. Are you ready for one more ride, donkey? Aaaaaaahahahahaah! Your fate is already made, Nicholas Perry. As it that of the NLW. This belt is my weapon, and Jack Sullivan�s round robin is my battleground. But this is no war, this is a reckoning. The Jackrabbit is taking over the Stillbirth Tour, shoveling the dirt on the Old Legends, and closing the casket on NLW for good. It�s all just a matter of time. And that� hahahahahaaaaaa� is no laughing matter.