Once upon a time, nobody let me on the commentary desk. In GWO, I was called a rookie. In ICWF, an idiot. In HSW, a lunatic. Come to think of it, they called me lunatic in NLW and OWF too. Was there something wrong with how I spoke!? Hahahahahaaaaaaa. But I did things differently in those days. A different time, a different Jackrabbit. In this new dung heap of Sully�s, I don�t ask permission. I take what I want. Like I took the commentary seat and like I took Draco�s championship. My championship. I did that washed-up AA meeting regular a favor when I took that belt. I saved him from weeks of torment watching me snatch this tournament from under him, week after week after week. So he beat Nick Perry, young innocent Little Nicky, and he saved himself in the Round Robin. A reprieve for the Formerly-Hellacious One. You�re one-and-one now Dracey. Choke on it. That�s all the good it will do you, a swift mercy killing, because you won�t get past The Enigma this week like you didn�t get past his greater partner. Me. Enjoy retirement at the bottom of the pecking order, Draco, because like everyone else in this rotten husk of a company, you will discover that this pecking order is MY pecking order. But it�s not just about wins and losses for you anymore, is it Dracey? My my, have you grown a conscience in your old age? You are looking out for Young Nicholas, Sweet Innocent Nicholas. Haven�t you read the never-ending story of his previous guardians? If you had, you would know that no amount of Jesse Williams or Greg Jacksons could save Nicholas from himself. Nick Perry is a walking time bomb, a whirlwind of self-destruction. Perhaps it�s in his genes, ahaaaaaahahhahahaaaaa! The only person who can save Nick Perry is the person who broke Nick Perry. Your friendly neighborhood� me. You�re in over your head here, Dracey. So take your foot out of this quagmire, lest you sink. Glug glug glug! This doesn�t involve you but I will involve myself in involving you if you involve yourself any longer, aaaahahahaha! I have been patient, but time is running out and so is that patience. I am one week removed from my destiny, from the redemption that I deserve- the redemption that I demand! I am one week from the Enigma. Talon. All roads lead to Fusion vs Fusion one last time, old friend. Put old yeller out of his misery this week so that we might stare at one another across that ring, 2 and 2, winner take all. Because I will. I will take all. I will take and dissolve the NLW Championship. I will drown NLW in its own tears, and I will take everything from YOU! You took my life, you took my family, you took victories in GWO and OWF. You made a mockery of me in the original NLW. But Talon, this time it is my turn. This time the Jackrabbit finishes what Jay Ethelon never could. Finally the six-foot deep hole I have been digging for fifteen years will have a carcass to fill it. It is your turn to fall, my friend, and nobody is coming back from the dead this time. But as you collide with your road block in Draco, I too have a barrier. A speed bump. A dead skunk in the road. Sirius Esteban Del Norte. The man with more names than talent. Greetings. I have just one name, and you will soon be familiar with it. Jackrabbit. Pleased to make your acquaintance! Aaaahahahahahahaha! Sirius, I�m going to be very clear with you. Not because I respect you, not because I care for you. But because I am getting tired of repeating myself to all the wannabes on this roster. So listen closely� The last road block that NLW brass put in front of me was Nikita. Where is Nikita now? Gone. I killed Nikita�s NLW career, Sirius. And Nikita hadn�t claimed as you have� to be a �match for me.� Hahahahahahahahahahahaa. I�m sorry, I shouldn�t laugh, it�s out of character for me, but you amuse me, Siri. You parade around with your obese washed-up uncle, and why? Sympathy? Pity? Commitment? No, it�s something else, isn�t it? I see what�s rattling around in your mind, Sirius, I see what you won�t admit to yourself. Your uncle is a reflection of you, a mirror image of your own crude manner and abusive lifestyle once Old Father Time has played his hand. You are more alike than you�d admit, but I know your fate, and in the pit of your stomach you know it too. Sirius is Darodine and Darodine is Sirius. But what you don�t know is that you are stepping forward this week into a vortex of time, because I will take years from you, I will be the catalyst of your transformation into the man you will be. You will look back just years from now, and your own nephew will look you in the eyes, and he�ll ask with that little look of innocence: �Uncle Siri, how did you get this way?� �Well,� you will reply, �It all began with that ill-fated Jackrabbit match�� Aahaahah! Like Caelan Tyler and Nikita before you, you will say that the unchained Jackrabbit was the final chapter, the exclamation point, the hardback cover slammed shut. I will pull your life line and when you step away from NLW, just another maggot plucked from this rotting corpse by The Unorthodox One, you will begin the new career that is laid out for you. Selling autographs at a dollar-fifty a piece, right alongside Uncle Darodine. Aaaaahahahahahahahahahaaaa! It�s nothing personal, Siri. Blame Jack Sullivan for putting you in front of me just one week from my destiny. Because at Stillbirth 5, you will be my Talon dummy. And that way I get to beat The Enigma twice in two weeks. Sorry dummy, you�re �no match for me.� Your fate� is mine�. to break. Aaaaaaaahahahahahahahaaaahahaaaaa!