Returns� always a way to capture the audiences� mind. Simply a single person persisting with an area they once loved visited and took a part in. Nothing more spectacular that a person taking their place where they rightfully used to be. Returning to a place that they once beheld. And yet, for no apparent reason, returns are beheld fondly by those who perceive them. Or are these perceivers merely fond of he who returns? The scene opens up in a breezy field. The field is green and lush on one side, yet withered and dying on the other. On the left side, no life grows and much of the withered grass has been trodden or ploughed away. And on the right side of the field the grass grows a pure emerald colour, tall and waving, flowers are blossoming and sheep graze on the higher slopes. The contrasting between the fields is split through the middle by a long fence, wooden, rotting on the left side and painted, polished and sturdy on the other. On this fence sits a figure. A figure with medium-length blonde hair. A figure with a multi-coloured, enamel belt lay across his shoulder. A figure wearing unrevealing shades, black boots, a Rolex watch, a black T-shirt, and long blue jeans. And on the black T-shirt is the emblem of a rabbit, with tall ears, long, pointed teeth, pale grey fur, and piercing, mad, red eyes. The rabbit looks crazed and sadistic at the same time. The camera zooms in on one of the rabbit�s intense eyes, and then the camera shot is showing the original image of the figure on the fence. The figure is now undoubtedly The Jackrabbit, the TAW Canadian Champion! The Total Anarchy Wrestling�s representation of Canada. And a man who has not once visited the state he stands for. A man who the world has not seen for several weeks. As if on cue, though he is not, The Jackrabbit tips back his head and laughs out loud. As the laughter is seemingly ending, it does not, and continues for several seconds more. At last his outburst is complete, and The Jackrabbit looks down, straight into the camera lens. He then opens his mouth as if to speak, but does not. He then replays this attempt, but this time the words flow out. THE JACKRABBIT: �Hey �Rabbit Fans! And a special �Hey� to all the Canadian Dudes, since I am �sposed to be representing them! Welcome back, Jackrabbit! Yeah, you ain�t seen me in a while have ya�? I been away doing my own stuff. Yeah, signing a few autographs, selling a few T-shirts, meeting a few �Rabbit Fans, making a few movies, you know, the normal stuff of someone of my status. Just me and the open road� And a couple of mates� And some movie guys� And a few T-shirts� And a ghetto blaster� And some cash� And a pen. But besides that, just me and the open road. Now I know what you are all thinking. And I�ve been hearing it out on the road. The Jackrabbit has abandoned his Fans for a wild life! Well don�t worry; The Jackrabbit is back in TAW, back as your Canadian Champion, and back to reclaim my position as the TAW main event! Fans are the most important things. Except titles. And except me. But apart from that, they are the most important things. Oh, and money. Don�t forget money. But apart from titles, money and me, fans are the most important things!� The Jackrabbit can not help himself, and he begins to laugh hysterically. In fact, he almost falls off the fence, but he keeps a grip, and eventually calms down. �Well, it�s a lot of things have happened since I�ve been away, ain�t they? I mean, we�ve had two World Chump Champs since then. There�s that freak of a Zero we now have the distasteful honour of calling �champ, � and that is Travisty. No, not Lavatory, I said Travisty! That guy somehow became the World Chump. And I�ll tell ya� why he got that title. The Jackrabbit was inactive. Yeah, as simple as that, I wasn�t around to take that title myself. Travisty got himself a nice simple match with some Lord-Of-Unoriginalness, err�. Darkness, I mean. Saraph. Sa-laugh more like it! Salaugh may have fluked his way to a World Title win at the Masters Of The Ring event, but Saraph�s so-called �title reign� was short lived! Hahaha! Saraph, even �Mortal Torment� has held a title longer than you held the World Title, and that is a joke from the start! Mind, speaking of the Masters Of The Ring, the last time I was seen on the so adored screens of millions of fans televisions, was at that very �Masters Of The Ring� Pay-Per-View. And I, The Jackrabbit, the first-ever TAW Canadian Champion, the Unorthodox One, was competing in the World Title Tournament against �Mortal Termite�� err, �Mortal Torment� Marc Neilson, I mean. Termite managed to defeat me, and yes, what an accomplishment that was for that man. He is the first man to ever defeat The Jackrabbit! Neilson, cherish that victory and hold it dear, because it is the only victory you will ever hold over my name. The most important match of my career was ruined, broken, by some low life jobber by the name of Mort Termite? Gimme a snap, bang, wallop! Torment, the next time you step into the ring with The Jackrabbit, you will not get so lucky. You will not be laughing in our next meeting, Torment, and you will be witnessed as The Standing Joke in the centre of that ring. You will be humiliated by the man the fans wanna see, and that� is� me! But anywho, now I�m back, and better than ever, the TAW Better Get Ready�. �Cause Here I Come! Yeah! The Jackrabbit is back in his federation, sporting his Canadian Championship, which I will defend magnificently. And The Jackrabbit, that�s me, is back to the position he so rightfully deserves to hold. Main Event! This Sunday at Sacrifice, I will do just that, as I enter the Main Event, and defend my Canadian Championship against some Loserweight punk, Shawn Boyd. Hey, I just noticed �summat. If you say that name over and over again it sounds like some noise from a bouncy-ball! Boyd! Boyd! Boyd! Hey, cool! Boyd! Boyd! Boyd! Okay, okay! Enough! This Sunday at Sacrifice there will be no time for fun and games� well, maybe a few fun and games, a laugh here, a joke or two there, and couple of practical tricks maybe�. I got a few planned, but the bottom line is, The Jackrabbit is ready and set for business. I ain�t wrestled in a while, and some ay I may have grown rusty. They are pessimistic fools, because I do not get �rusty.� The Jackrabbit is like Christmas cake. The longer you leave it alone, the better it is when you finally get at it. This Sunday, I will finally be opened up, and all the �cobwebs� which are rumoured to have built up, will spring out onto Shawn Boyd! Boyd has some cheap Cruiserweight title, which means nothing when placed next to my Canadian Title. In fact, I am going to make sure the referee does not let the two belts touch in our match this Sunday. Because I wouldn�t want any of that Loserweight stuff rubbing off onto my Canadian Title belt! But I guess Mr. Boyd has got it made for him. Cause not matter how hard I whoop him in that ring on Sunday; he will still walk out of that arena as the TAW Cruiserweight �Loserweight� Champion! Mind you, that piece of scrap gold won�t mean much to a man with a broken arm or a busted ribcage! Will it? Anyway, if Shawn �Boyo� Boyd thinks he is taking that Canadian Title belt off me at Sacrifice, and leaving me with that Loserweight scrap, a title I don�t even qualify for, he�s got another thing coming. A big surprise will collide with that kid this Sunday! A surprise by the name of The Standing Joke, by the name of The Last Laugh, and by the name of The Unorthodox One. Shawn Boyd, you are not in my league, kid. You are not �Main Event.� In fact, you don�t even deserve to be on the same event as me! But if this title vs. almost-title match must go on, then so be it. But I�m warning you little Shawnee, The Jackrabbit doesn�t like playing with toys that are ten years too young for him. And Shawn, you are fifteen too young! You keep your scrap-metal, and I will walk out with my perfect title reign as first-ever Total Anarchy Wrestling Canadian Champion! But now �Rabbit Fans, and to you especially Shawn Boyd, I have a little demonstration for you. It is called �The Wrath Of The Rabbit� demonstration. It requires one frisky jackrabbit, which, conveniently, I have right here�� The Jackrabbit leans over the fence, searching through the long, green grass. He searches a little longer, a confused look on his face. �Darn! I did put that guy here to �conveniently� stumble on. Here rabbit, rabbit, rabbit! Here, boy! Darn, well it seems he�s gotten away. So unfortunately you will not be seeing any demonstrations right now, but maybe another time. Err�. blast! Now I�m screwed! Err� Oh, and err�. don�t forget Boyd, Boyd, Boyd� The Jackrabbit always gets The Last Laugh!� And with that, The Jackrabbit begins to laugh hysterically, and this outburst causes him to fall off the fence, into the differing, paradoxical field. He has landed in the rotting and death ridden side. He continues to laugh, as the camera zooms in on the red, intimidating eye of the maddened, sadistic jackrabbit, emblazoned on The Jackrabbit�s top.