Retribution. Getting revenge on someone or something that has caused grief, pain or anguish on one in the past. Getting your own back for something that has bothered you in the past. An art hated by some, and loved and desired by others. When on the mind, retribution is always a reminder of a hated past. The scene opens up in a long, quiet room. Not a sound can be heard to break the silence, except the occasional turning of the pages of a book. Unusually, the floor is carpeted in a lush green, and the walls are painted. The room is well lit. In the far corner by an open door is a desk, and behind it sits an old woman with long white hair and spectacles on her nose. The rest of the room is crammed full of long shelves, each one jam-packed with books and magazines of all shapes, sizes and varieties. A few people are wondering the numerous isles of volumes, but not one of them mutters a word. However, we now hear a faint mumbling from one corner of the room, and the camera view spins around and zooms into the corner. Sat at a desk, and leaning over a large, opened folder is a well-built figure. He has long blonde hair, tied back in a ponytail, and dark sunshades pulled up onto his head. Around his neck are silver chains, and he is wearing blue, denim jeans and a black T-shirt. On the T-shirt is a picture of a large grey rabbit, its long fore teeth bared, its tall ears stiffened, and its red eyes glimmering madly. The figure is unmistakably The Jackrabbit from the Total Anarchy Wrestling. Laid out flat on the table in front of him, is the colourfully presented TAW Canadian Championship belt. The light from a nearby window reflects off it, and The Jackrabbit winces as the sunlight hits his face. Nonetheless, he continues to flick through the sheets of paper attached to the clip-folder in front of him, mumbling under his breath as he does. �E� F�. G! Aha! G. Now�. Ga� Ge� Gh�. Gi�.� He flicks through several pages at once, until he reaches� �There it is, Go�. Now we�ve got, Goal Score Wrestling� No� God Power Wrestling... No� Gold Wrestling Limited� Erm�. Who have we here? ... No, that ain�t it�.� The Jackrabbit seems to be getting infuriated. He punches the table, and then looks into the camera. He begins to speak directly to it, as if noticing it for the first time. �Oh, Hi there �Rabbit Fans� and once again, I�d just like to say �Hi� to the fans over in Canada, since I am there one and only champion.� To demonstrate his point, The Jackrabbit lifts the Canadian Title belt up and holds it into the camera. He then drops it back down flat on the table. �As you can probably see, unless you�re blind and so of course you can�t see anything, including me, you will have guessed I am in a library. I think this place is special in the way that they got this here file of wrestling businesses. It includes information on each one, such as the titles, events, and most importantly, an up-to-date list of the rosters. Look, I�ll show ya��� Keeping his thumb on the page he is currently on, The Jackrabbit flicks through the pages, mumbling to himself. �S�. T! Now, Ta �. Te� Th�. To! There it is. Total Allied Wrestling, Total Attitude Wrestling League� No wait, I�ve gone too far�. There it is, Total Anarchy Wrestling�. Now, I�m on the TAW pages. See here� events: Sunday Sacrifice and monthly Pay-Per-Views. Next Pay-Per-View, Retribution. Titles: World Heavyweight Championship, Television Championship, Canadian Championship� Hey, that�s mine! And then there�s the roster: Travisty, Seth Price, Shawn Boyd, Melv Monroe, The Jackrabbit� Hey, that�s me! Haze, blah, blah, blah�. �Mortal Torment� Marc Neilson See there, that�s� the guy who is going to have his head handed to him on a silver platter courtesy of The Unorthodox One, The Jackrabbit, this Sunday at Retribution. �Mortal Termite� thinks he is so damn good, but that�s� just the joke of it all. The Standing Joke, in fact. �Termite� Neilson isn�t The Jackrabbit. �Termite� Neilson will never be The Jackrabbit, and to be truly honest, �Termite� Neilson can�t even compare to The Jackrabbit� that�s me! Marc Neilson, Ready Or Not, Here I Come� this Canadian title is staying right where it is�. Well, not literally, �cause it ain�t staying here on a table in the library, but what I mean is that the Canadian Title is staying with The Jackrabbit� aroundmy waist, over my shoulder. I�ll be true full with you, Mort, when I won this title I didn�t have a care in the world about it. A colourful title belt meant nothing to the great looks of The Jackrabbit, but now� now I�ve grown quite attached to it. Now I realise that I am the one and only true Canadian Champion of the TAW, and I am the first and last Canadian Champion, unbeaten for this belt, and no one, especially not �Mortal Termite� can take that away from me. But retribution is a thing that hangs commonly from my shoulders. I am being weighed down by my desire for retribution on you, Mort. This Sunday at the Paper Pay-Per-View, it won�t be about the Canadian Championship. My Canadian Championship. The Canadian Championship that I care so much for, and prize more than anything in the world. Because that title isn�t important to me� well, okay, it is slightly important to me. And, okay, this match at Sacrifice is kinda about the Canadian Championship. But that ain�t the point. The point, or should I say, the fact of the matter is that this Sunday I will get my retribution on you. My retribution that I have longed to get since you took me out of that World Title tournament at Masters Of The Ring. I have not, will not, cannot forget that, Mort. And you will not forget the beating I will give ya� this Sunday. Well, not for a long time, anyway. Well, not for at least a week. Why? Because I am The Unorthodox One, The Man Who Laughs Outloud� HAHAHA� The Jackrabbit. And nobody, nobody, beats The Jackrabbit fair and square and gets away with it. Err�. or by cheating either. Drat! I messed it up, again! Err� And�. I will get The Last Laugh!� �But speaking of retribution�.� The Jackrabbit flicks the pages back to the �Go� pages he was on earlier, and continues his search for whatever he may be searching for. He picks up the Canadian title, thrusting it onto his shoulder, as he reads aloud. �Golden Assault Wrestling� Err�. No� Golden Allied Federation�. Err� No� Golden Fighting Company� Err� No� Golden Superstar Wrestling�. Err� No� Golden Wrestling Mayhem�. Err�. No�. Golden Wr�.� The Jackrabbit smiles sadistically, and he looks up into the camera, his voice changing dramatically to a much deeper sound. �Yes! That�s it! I have found you now, and the retribution can finally begin!�