Some people on this Earth are conceited. Some people think only of themselves, as if they are better than everyone else. But these people are blinded by their ego. They do not realise that the world does not revolve around them. They have no proof to back up what they say. These people are foolish and blind, and their blindness will lead them to their downfall, their defeat. If only these people would not do this to themselves, and to those around them. Or better still, if only we could be rid of these people. But the majority can only wait, and watch as these conceited fools meet defeat. The scene opens up in a bustling street. People push and tug at one enough in an attempt to get on with their own lives, with no regard to the people around them. Selfish and conceited. Behind the vigorous crowds loom tall buildings; Shops, with their various brand names emblazoned proudly on the tops. The ground is grey, tarmac, and has visibly been used for many days. The camera shot then zooms in on a specific character standing in the middle of the crowds, apparently not having a care in the world for all the people bustling around him. In fact, he seems to be getting a few people angry with his lack of movement in such a busy crowd. The man is wearing a black T-shirt, with a maddened rabbit printed on the front, and blue, tartan long-shorts. He is also wearing black kneepads and white trainers. He has medium length blonde hair, and he is wearing black shades that are so tainted that his eyes cannot be seen through the lenses. Over his shoulder is something that no single person in the entire crowd has. A championship belt. This belt has a black leather strap, with red, white and blue enamel plates on it, in the pattern of the Canadian flag. This man is, of course, The Jackrabbit, the TAW Canadian Champion! The Jackrabbit stares past the people around him, eye to eye with the camera. He then takes slow, striding steps towards it. He begins to push the cameraman, his camera in hand, back out of the thick of the swarm. He then begins to speak into it, in his common, light-hearted voice: �You TAW cameramen never give me a break do you? I am planning on meeting an acquaintance of mine in less than twenty minutes. But I know why you are here. My opponent has spoken! Whoo! Whoop-de-do! Shall I throw a damn party for that slaphappy? He doesn�t deserve a party, especially not one on the scale that The Jackrabbit throws: that�s me by the way! You know what I find the most intriguing thing about what young Mothers said? He said that a jackrabbit is a weak, defenceless animal! I�m betting that guy has never seen a jackrabbit. �Cause if he had, he would know that a jackrabbit that has been messed with, will be more than happy to tear off your arm, or worse. And it�ll laugh afterwards. You know what�s more? A cornered jackrabbit� a threatened jackrabbit is faster than a jaguar, more cunning than a fox, and more dangerous than a tiger! I ain�t making this up Royce Mathers� this is true facts! And Ready Or Not, Here I Come this Sunday at Sacrifice. So I�m warning you kid, don�t corner The Jackrabbit, �cause I act similarly to a jackrabbit you�d find on the open road, but on a much bigger scale! But what have you ever seen a Royce do? Nothing. What have you ever seen a Mathers do� except rap, but apart from that� nothing! And what does a Royce Mathers do? Nothing! Royce, you ain�t got nothing on The Jackrabbit! And you certainly ain�t got and never will have the TAW Canadian Title! This little title is staying firmly over my shoulder. You call yourself �The Canadian Threat,� well I am looking forward to you threatening the Canadian Champion! Yeah, that�s me! But something I don�t understand, is you say you are a Canadian, right Mothers? And then you say you are the �Canadian Threat,� so that means you are a threat to Canadians? Man, what is with you? You threaten your home race?� The Jackrabbit begins to laugh hysterically as he pushes himself away from the eyes of staring passers-by. He then clams himself down, and looks back to the camera and begins to talk seriously again. �And you say I know nothing about Canada? Well Mothers, maybe you are right about one thing there. But I couldn�t care less about Canada, �cause all I need to know about that place is they got a red clover leaf on their flag, and I am their champion, and you never will be. I give you credit, Mothers, you are good. You can talk the talk better than anyone I�ve wrestled before, but what I wanna know is can you walk the walk this Sunday? Can you prove that you are better than The Jackrabbit? Just remember chum, to be the man, you gotta beat The Jackrabbit! But Royce, you will never beat The Jackrabbit. Simply because you just don�t have what it takes to be the TAW Canadian Champion, and you just don�t have what it takes to put me down for the one, two, three! But Mothers, Royce, I know what your problem is. I know why you are a nobody and why the fans and everybody else hates you. You wanna know the secret, Mothers? Because you plain and simply� don�t laugh! Didn�t expect that, huh? Well I noticed that when you gave that interview, you said that I am a schoolgirl. That I am �in touch with my feminine side� because I laugh aloud. Mothers, laughing isn�t a bad thing. Laughing shows strength and confidence. And Royce, I see that you have a problem with laughing. Letting it all go. So this Sunday I will give you a lesson in letting it all go, when I let it all go on your pathetic carcass, and perhaps even give the world a glimpse of The Last Laugh. But I guarantee you, Mothers, when The Jackrabbit has finished with you, you won�t be laughing then! Mathers, you underestimate me. You think for some reason that The Jackrabbit is a foolish name, and for that reason and that reason alone you expect me to be a whistle in the wind. But I am The Jackrabbit, first ever Total Anarchy Wrestling Canadian Champion, and future Total Anarchy Wrestling World Champion. I am the man who laughs the loudest, I am the man who makes Standing Jokes like Royce Mathers feel the defeat of defeat. Don�t underestimate me, Mothers, because that is the one thing that will end you this Sunday at Sacrifice. You are the sacrifice, Mathers. My sacrifice. Canadian Threat? The only thing you threaten is the chances of a decent match that entertains the fans.� [hysterical laughter] �I am main event status, Mothers. But I am not main event this week because I am defending my title against a conceited low-carder who wants to be in my league. But you aren�t. And in the end, The Jackrabbit will get The Last Laugh!� The Jackrabbit tips back his head and begins to laugh hysterically. Then he pushes his way through the bustling crowds, and makes his way into a KFC store. He walks up the stairs, checking his Rolex watch as he does so. Looking around at the top of the stairs, The Jackrabbit notices something, and walks hastily over to a table in the corner of the large room, against a window. Sat at the table is a small, skinny man wearing a suit, with his hair combed back. On the table rests two cages. One cage is wire mesh, but a cloth covers almost all of it. The other is more like a cat carrying box, with only a white door on hinges keeping whatever is inside, inside. Jackrabbit sits at the table. �Hello Tommy. You didn�t bring them then? Why not?� �Hey man, what are you on about? They are right here!� The man in the suit seems flustered as he motions towards the cages. �I know, Tommy. I�m teasin� ya.� �Oh. Right. Yeah. You want some Kentucky Fried Chicken?� �Err� No thanks, Tommy. Get out of here now.� The Jackrabbit takes a large bite out of one of Tommy�s chicken legs, and then shoves the food into his arms. �Go! Outta here, I say!� Tommy then leaves the restaurant, looking very displeased. The Jackrabbit simply grins and stares at the two cages on the table in front of him. �Royce Mothers. This is a little example I have prepared for you. In this first cage, with the cloth on, we have a very deadly, very hungry, poisonous rattlesnake! And in this second cage we have what you call �a cute harmless bunny,� which is in fact a jackrabbit! Now watch carefully Royce, as the jackrabbit is put into the cage with its predator, the rattlesnake!� The Canadian Champion then lifts an average sized, grey haired jackrabbit out of the cage, and then carefully drops it into the other cage, into which the camera gets a quick glance at a large, coiled up rattlesnake, it�s sharp teeth extracted. Upon noticing the jackrabbit, the rattlesnake begins to uncurl. The Canadian Champion smiles, as he drops the jackrabbit into the snake�s cage, and then folds the cloth back over it, so that the gruesome encounter cannot be seen. A loud rattling is heard, and then a hiss� but not a snake hiss, this is a jackrabbit hiss! The cage begins to shake. �AS you will soon witness, Mathers, when a jackrabbit is cornered�� And then, The Canadian Champion takes a peek under the cloth into the cage, but from behind so that the camera cannot see. He looks up, slightly horrified. �Err�.. yeah� damn! That wasn�t supposed to happen! Anyway� as I was saying�. Err�. This Sunday, The Jackrabbit will get The Last Laugh!� The Jackrabbit then erupts into a fit of hysterical laughter, which eventually slows down. As the camera fades to black, The Jackrabbit�s voice can be heard saying: �Damn It!�