Grudges. The term used for a deep hatred from one person to another. A true feeling of disrespect and loathing. Where one individual hates another to the extent that they hope that he who he has grudge towards would simply roll over and die. The feeling where you just cannot help yourself from wanting to beat the life from he who you grudge. Grudge, something that nobody can control, and something that everybody feels. The scene opens up in a small, secluded area. There is no room to move amongst heaps and heaps of junk. Rotting wooden planks, rusted steel bars, decaying spray paint cans, and tearing, twisted barbed wire. A broken baseball bat, a corroded shovel and scattered thumbtacks. The walls are panelled wooden planks, and the ceiling is also wooden and meets in the centre with a rickety wooden plank nailed on with rusted nails. The floor is bare concrete, with a footprint in the centre, obviously printed there before the concrete set. But amongst all this peculiar scenery, sat on a creaking wooden stool with only three legs, is a figure. A figure with medium length blonde hair, and dark shades covering his eyes. A figure dressed in red, tartan long-shorts, and a black T-shirt with a red-eyed, long eared, sharp toothed, crazed rabbit emblazoned on the front. And over this man�s shoulder is a colourful, leather-strapped title belt. The TAW Canadian Championship, and the figure on the stool is its holder, The Jackrabbit of Total Anarchy Wrestling. The Jackrabbit stares at the camera through his shades, and then he lets out an ear-piercing laugh, which does not end for several moments. Eventually, the mirth ends, and The Jackrabbit begins to speak out in his usual, light-hearted voice. �Hey-a, �Rabbit Fans! And Heeeeeeeeeeello Canada! It�s your favourite jackrabbit of all jackrabbits here, The Jackrabbit; that�s me! And you are now beholding my shed of madness. Some of my favourite ever toys are stored in this cupboard. For example, he is the spray paint can that I used to defeat Royce Mathers some weeks back. And here is the steel chair that I used to put that same Royce Mathers through some extreme pain. But I think the real question now is, which of my precious little playthings am I going to use to obliterate Shawn Boyd this Sunday at Sacrifice. Man, I love that word: obliterate. Obliterate. Obliterate. Kinda rolls off the tongue, don�t it? Obliterate is the perfect word to describe what I am planning to do to Shawn Boyd this week, in our precious little �grudge� match. What should it be? My steel pole? Nah! My baseball bat? Nah! The thumbtacks? Err�. maybe. Or the spray-paint again? That was great last time. Oh well, I�ll decide on the night. I really ain�t sure right now. But whatever I choose, you know I�ll have it hidden away somewhere, just ready for the perfect time. You know, just in case. Just in case the match gets boring that is. Not boring for the millions of �Rabbit Fans, because they will be happy just to see their Canadian champion wrestling in that ring. Oh no, I mean in case the match gets boring for me. In case I get tired of beating Shawn Boyd to a living grass heap, and I need to entertain myself. And when I entertain myself, you know I�ll be entertaining all the millions. But I think the real question in all of this, is who exactly made this match a �grudge match?� Just �cause I whooped Boyd�s ass two weeks ago and successfully defended my Canadian title against him, doesn�t mean I hate him, does it? No, it just proves that Shawn Boyd ain�t in my league. But don�t take that personally, Shawn, �cause not many guys are in my league. You could almost say I�m in a league of my own! But then again, maybe Shawn Boyd hates me! But why? Is it because I humiliated him in front of millions upon thousands of viewers? Or is it because he really wanted my Canadian title, and I didn�t let him have it? Or is Boyd jealous that I have this beautiful Canadian Title and he has that ugly, meaningless Loserweight title? I dunno, and I wonder if even Shawn Boyd knows. But then there�s the other question. What in the name of Standing Jokes is a �grudge match?� What are the stipulations? What are the rules? Is it falls count anywhere? Is it hardcore rules? Is it a mixture between a First Blood, TLC and daisy picking matches? Well, it doesn�t really matter what the stipulations, I will still walk away from this so-called �grudge� as the better guy, and I will still leave Boyd in the ring wondering if that finishing bell marked the end of our match or if the bell-keeper just had a nervous twitch. It�ll be over that fast! Just like before. And this time, to my utter surprise, my title ain�t up for grabs! Even Prez One and Prez Two have worked out that Boyd ain�t worth the Canadian Title which I have held for so long, and remain undefeated for. The first and last Canadian Champion in the history of TAW will be my title. Just remember, Boyd� Ready Or Not, Here I Come!� The scene begins to fade to black, as the camera zooms in on the maddened and crazed rabbit emblazoned on The Jackrabbit�s T-shirt. Suddenly� �No, No! Wait! I ain�t finished yet! There�s one more guy I wanna speak about! And that guy, that twisted cheese-ball is �Mortal Torment� Marc Neilson! Neilson, at the Pay-Per-View, at Masters Of The Ring, you beat me. You took me out of the World Title tournament in the first round! And I haven�t forgotten that, �Mortal Termite!� You must�ve heard the saying, �The Jackrabbit never forgets!� Well, I haven�t forgotten what you did me to all those weeks ago. And what I also haven�t forgotten is the open challenge you made two weeks ago to �any man with the guts.� Well Neilson, The Jackrabbit has �the guts.� In fact, The Jackrabbit has more guts than you. Ner-Ner-Ner-Ner-Na! Beat that, Mort! Hahahaha! Well Torment, I accept your Open Challenge, and I propose that at the next event, after I beat the stuffing out of Shawn Boyd, I will grant a Canadian Title shot in a one-on-one match-up! And then, I will prove that I can beat �Mortal Termite� Marc Neilson, and that I am the true, undisputed, one-and-only Canadian Champion of the TAW. And I will prove that� The Jackrabbit always gets The Last Laugh!� And on that, The Jackrabbit begins to laugh out loud in a hysterical manner, his mouth wide open and his polished, white teeth showing. And the camera now zooms in on the image of the crazed and maddened rabbit, emblazoned on The Jackrabbit�s T-shirt. The camera falls into its deep, red eye, before fading to black.