The scene opens to the scene of a city. The camera moves around the city, zooming in onto every tall building in view. The camera quickly skips to a higher building than the last, and this process continues until it finally lands on the highest building in the small section of the city. Standing on the top of the building is a man, sat on a stool. The camera moves in on the figure. He has medium-length, blonde hair down to his shoulders, and dark shades over his eyes. He is also wearing a black T-Shirt with a sadistic, red-eyed rabbit on it. He is also wearing red tartan shorts and tall, black, leather boots. The unrecognisable man is the same that attacked NaTas and rose The Commander�s arm in victory at Saturday Anarchy a few fays ago. He is The Jackrabbit!! The Jackrabbit is holding a PWO microphone in his hand. He stares at the camera for several moments, before bursting into hysterical laughter. After several moments, The Jackrabbit calms down again, and speaks slowly and clearly into the microphone: �Why? Who are you? What do you want in PWO? Why? Who are you? What do you want with the PWO? Damn it, what�s with all the questions? Well, I guess The Jackrabbit made an impact. Cause that�s what I want! That�s all I want! It seems lately that everywhere I go, everybody wants to ask me why. And what? And how? And who? Last Friday, I could walk around the towns and the cities and the supermarkets and nobody� not one person would even give me a glance� Well, except that kid who asked me how I got so big� but except that, nobody gave a damn about The Jackrabbit. Back then I was plain, old � wait, that would be telling�. But now I�m The Jackrabbit!� The Jackrabbit again enters a hysterical state of laughter, before raising the microphone again: �But I guess� I guess its time that I answering all those damn annoying questions. Who are you? Who am I? I�m The Jackrabbit� I�m the guy who is going to over-run� no� take over, the Pro Wrestling Organization. I�m the guy who last Saturday night raised Commander�s arm in victory, and kicked the living sh*t outta NaTas. You can all call me future Champ, cause if it ain�t the World Championship, it�ll be the U.S Championship. And if it ain�t the U.S Championship it�ll be the N.A Championship or the Xtreme Championship. So you see, The Jackrabbit is the future champion, and when I�ve taken care of my business with Mr. M times 4, then I�ll be after the first piece of gold that I can see. Once again, hysterical laughter erupts from The Jackrabbit. �Anyway, next question� Why? Why NaTas, and why Commander? Well, why did I help Commander and raise his at in victory at Anarchy? Well the answer is simple. I dunno. Ah, ha ha ha ha ha ha! I just really don�t know why I helped Commander! I guess, I just wanted to tear into NaTas so badly, that I decided to add insult to his injury by raising Commander as the official winner and Xtreme Champion, to show NaTas what a loser he really is and was that night at Anarchy. Why did I want to see NaTas beaten down so badly? Well I�ve been watching that joke for a while, just watching his actions in the PWO without making any physical retaliation. I knew that Commissioner Damien was planning on kicking NaTas� scrawny punk ass, and I wanted to be up close and in person to witness that beating. And I must apologise, cause it seems I just simply could not stop myself from kicking NaTas myself!� More hysterical laughter, as Jackrabbit almost falls off his stool! �So there�s it is� my explanation for Saturday Anarchy�. But the biggest question of them all still remains unanswered. Why did The Jackrabbit come to the PWO? Damn, that�s simple. The Pro Wrestling Organization needs a roster. It needs some of the toughest competitors that pro wrestling has to offer, and that is where The Jackrabbit comes in. You see, I joined the world of wrestling for reasons of my own� reasons that I ain�t willing to reveal to you lot� I�m sorry� but I chose the PWO simply because I just can�t wait to get my hands on some of this roster. There�s NaTas of course, then there�s others like Commander, Donnie Cicero, Havoc, and of course, Mikey McMichaelMan. Or more fondly known as 4M. Now this guy� this guy with just too many damn Ms in his name� he is getting me just a little worked up� this guy is a Standing Joke. And good Ole Billy sets me in a match with this punkass? Damn it man, I don�t need no jobber as my first match, you can start me wrestling properly without testing me first! I�m The Jackrabbit for f*ck�s sake!� Once again, Jackrabbit can�t contain himself, and to fall all over the stool in hysterical laughter. He slaps he leg and breaths heavily to calm down. �But seriously� err�. Well, anyway, 4M is all confident against �Living Legend�s and �Havoc�s, but he shouldn�t be so confident when he�s playing the real game, The Jackrabbit. Man, I am the deal! I am the ace, the hotshot, The Jackrabbit. And PWO wannabes�. Champion-wannabes, such as Mr. M times 4 better just hold onto their damn horses, cause the basic facts are that The Jackrabbit is here, The Jackrabbit means business, and The Jackrabbit ain�t going nowhere! It don�t matter how many Ms, Ps or Qs you have in your damn name, it won�t help you none when you�ve got me to contend with�. You know what�d make me smile� no� laugh. You know what�d make me laugh? How bout if that good Prez of ours makes this match a Number One Contender�s match? I don�t care what the hell for, but I wanna see something on the line here. I wanna get my blood boiling and Mikey�s blood running, if you know what I mean!� For yet another time, Jackrabbit gives in to an outburst of hysterical laughter. By now, the cameraman is probably getting bored of these laughter outbursts! �Hell, it�s up to Milly, but I think we could have a real barn bur� err, ass-whooping if we put some gold on the stake. But hey, if The Jackrabbit�s in the house the ratings are gonna be high no matter what the match! Ha Haa! Eminemineminem, you see it, you�re in my domain right now� The Jackrabbit�s domain� the domain you so fondly call the PWO. Well this Rabbit ain�t here to be beaten down by some dumb jobber. I�m here to grind your ass into the mat and pick up my first win in the PWO. Just remember boy, The Jackrabbit always gets The Last Laugh!� And with that, the camera zooms out, leaving The Jackrabbit as just a black speck on the tall building, just a part of the massive city that lay around it.