Courage. Courage is shown in any different ways. Some fight people or beasts far stronger, wiser and superior than themselves. Some conquer there own fears in order so show that they can do things that there own subconscious forbids them do. Others show their piers and foes alike, that they have what it takes, that they can do things that those who look on could not do themselves. They prove themselves to the viewers. They prove themselves to the world. They prove themselves to them self. The scene opens up, but this scene is unlike others. This scene is of white and red and blue. Dark letters sprawling largely, centimetres from the camera lens. The camera view cannot move around this vague impression of colour and inscription. So instead, like a cornered animal, the camera backs away. The black, sprawling text; it reads �HEAVYWEIGHT WRESTLING CHAMPION.� And wait, as it moves out further, a deadly straight word catches the eye of the viewer, which changes it�s meaning completely. Degrades it, some may say, and yet others would beg to differ. The word now revealed reads boldly �CANADIAN.� The blur of reds and white now show to be the red clover, overwhelmed in white locale. It is a triangular representation of the Canadian flag, which we see. And only inches from the pallor of the flag are three letters, finished in a gold jacket. The letters are �TAW.� The camera takes a very swift zoom out, and it becomes apparent that the once outlandish image that was consuming the camera�s view is in fact the Total Anarchy Wrestling Canadian Title belt, in it�s full glory. The prestigious title belt of the TAW is resting limply on the shoulder of its one and only holder; a man with tartan long-shorts, and a black T-Shirt, a maddened rabbit emblazoned on its front. A man with medium-length blonde hair, and highly tainted sunglasses. A man that is known to all who know him as The Jackrabbit! The Jackrabbit is sat on a high, wooden stool, one leg of it taped to the base, a sign of abuse to the inanimate object once in its life. The room that the stool is in is dimly lit, but a poster featuring the same crazed rabbit from The Jackrabbit�s T-shirt is hung on the wall by only three corners. Also visible to the camera is a mirror, reflecting no light. And a cooling box, old and rusted, but none the less intact. The room itself has no wallpaper and no carpet, wooden-boarded walls and hard, concrete floor is shown to all who have given their presence to the room. Suddenly, a meaningful cough is heard from beside the camera�s current vision, and it swiftly jerks to the side to get a clear shot of The Jackrabbit, sat on his stool, his TAW Canadian Title over his shoulder. He begins to speak: �Ready Or Not, Here I Come! Yo it�s me, The Jackrabbit! Yeah, that�s right. Your TAW Canadian Champion. And a special �hi� to everyone in Canada right now, after all, I am supposed to be representing that country! Boy, did that place get lucky or what? They have their very own champion to support them, or more accurately, for them to support. But hey, who doesn�t support The Jackrabbit? Dusty Diamond sure didn�t on Sunday night! Did you lot see me on Sacrifice? Sure ya� did! I got that little interviewer, Happy I think his name was� or was it Simon� I forget, but I asked him real nice to come on down to my little hang out den, and have a chat with me. And would you believe, he didn�t say more than four damn words, and they were �can I go now?� Yeah. He let me do all the talking! But I suppose that�s okay, cause he didn�t have much to say anyway, and I had a major announcement. At Sacrifice, I announced that my match against Dusty Diamond would be a Canadian Title match! Yeah, did the fans love that? Sure they did. I showed courage in my way on Sunday night. I showed Mr. Diamond that I am a man who proves himself to the world, and the millions of �Rabbit Fans,� too! I proved that I did not and do not fear any opponent, especially not Deal-Dusty-Diamond. That guy gives himself a nickname, a gimmick, like �The Real F�n Deal� and then he doesn�t back it up. That�s bragging, my friend Dusty. �Cause the only �deal� we all saw on Sunday was the deal that The Jackrabbit took Diamond to the hutch, err�. cleaners, and he washed that boy up good and proper! Man, it only took a DDT to put that guy down for the count. But hey, why waste a move like The Last Laugh on a guy who hides his face away all week long. I wouldn�t wanna risk breaking the poor kid�s neck in a breeze of a match like that now, do I? I was promised a cage match for Sunday�s match against Dusty, but then Prez Maxo got on the phone to me and said �Hey man, I ain�t wasting no cage match on a low carder like Dusty Diamond, so you wanna make this a simple one-on-one?� �Hey Prez, I says, �no problem.� So no cage for the poor Jackrabbit, but what the hey, I won it anyway! And it sure was �no problem.� Dusty Diamond was and still is a nobody, especially when he�s standing in the ring with the first-ever TAW Canadian Champion, The Jackrabbit! But then, who wouldn�t look like a nobody beside The Jackrabbit!� The Jackrabbit has been finding the entire promo amusing at most points, this can be perceived from his commonly amused facial expressions, but now he cannot contain himself, and he enters a fit of hysterical laughter. Finally managing to contain himself by clutching the stool legs, The Jackrabbit continues to speak. �Yeah� yeah, well�. I�m bored of talking about �Not Quite Such A F�n Deal As I Once Thought� Dusty Diamond. I mean, it�ll be a super surprise if he�s still on the TAW roster this time next month! I mean, TAW ain�t taking no speech trash bags like Dusty Diamond. Like, Maxo made that example clear when he took it to Ol� Snace! That was the biggest barrel of laughs I�ve had in a long time! And I have laughed quite a lot of barrels full to the brim with laughs!� {laughter} �I mean it was like, Snace got his absolutely whooped by my leftovers, Draco, and he even got �The Hellacious!� And then Prezzy Maxo Action comes on out, and says all that �You�re fired� stuff, and that�s it, Snace is a goner! It was damn fun! I would have loved to have been there at the time. I coulda had some real fun games with Snace. Standing Joke here, Last Laugh there. You know, the usuals! Ahh, damn it! I�m talking about the past again! I should be talking about the future. About my future. About this!� The Jackrabbit clenches a fist and knocks it hard against the Canadian title belt on his shoulder. �I should be talking about the TAW Canadian Title, and about some hillbilly called Rolls� Err� Royce Mothers. Mathers! Damn, I meant Mathers! Royce Mathers. Yeah. This Mathers guy is my opponent on the next episode of Sunday Sacrifice. I mean �event,� not episode.� {laughter} �Now all I can remember about this Mathers guy is that he thinks he�s The Rock. If my memory serves well, The Rock was like a wrestler who got lucky, or did well, whatever the case may be, in that other fed, the WWF. Screwball, if you are really The Rock, why did you come here as �Sensational� Royce Mathers? Isn�t that just plain stupid? And wasn�t The Rock dark skinned? Ahh, you see, I know that you ain�t really The Rock. I foiled you plots to deceive us all! So now we know that you are really�. Doctor Dolittle! You know how I know you are Doctor Dolittle? Because in your promo, and in your matches, you do little! � {hysterical laughter} �I mean, how long did you spend trying to get into the building, to get into an event that you ain�t even scheduled for? Idiot! And now somehow you have drugged Prez Maxo�s coffee to get you a Canadian title shot against The Jackrabbit�that�s me!? What�s up with that? Cause I sure as cherry pies ain�t down with it! I wanna defend my title against somebodies. Not against screwball nobodies! People who think they are The Rock, spend hours getting into buildings for no reason, drug people�s coffees, and have names that are crossbreeds of a car and a female parent! Gimme a break! But wait, it gets better. This guy, this Royce Mothers, calls himself �Sensational!� Yeah. �Sensational� Royce Mothers! Ahh, this just gets funnier and funnier! Mothers, the last guy I defeated called himself �The Real F�n Deal� and he wasn�t a deal at all. So by the track record, you are completely �Unsensational!� And then you say you are �The Canadian Threat?� Ha! Well mate, I am The Canadian champion, which means a little bit more than anything you are. But if you really think you are a �threat� to the Canadian Champion, I�ll be happy, no, I�ll be more than happy to nail you with The Last Laugh or the Standing Joke. But man, I�m begging you. Prove me wrong. Show me the error of my ways. Prove to me, that you ain�t the jobber I take you for! Show to me that you are �The Real F�n Deal, The Real Sensational One�� show to me that you are The Rock!� With that, The Jackrabbit explodes into a fit of hysterical laughter, which clearly he has been containing. Eventually he stops laughing, and stares straight into the camera, an uncommon serious look on his face. �But Royce, never ever forget�. The Jackrabbit always gets The Last Laugh!� The Jackrabbit now begins to laugh calmly again, and then he holds the Canadian title belt just centimetres from the camera, and his voice can be heard saying �Come on, Royce, smell the title! Get it, smell!� He pulls the title out of the camera�s view, and then tips back his head and explodes into a mass of frenzied laughter, and then he falls off the stool backwards as the scene fades out to black.