Careers� an interesting concept to grasp. In that, careers have two major purposes. The first is the physical aspect. The money, the cash, involved. �Most everyone has a career to earn themselves the small and inanimate, yet so important and respected money. The physical form that keeps them alive. And the other aspect, this time more mental and from the heart, is the enjoyment� the pleasure. The psychological joy that some people find through performing the career that provides them with their living. And yet these same people can throw this all away in a hasty moment, as though their career means nothing to them. The scene fades in to a dark, dingy room. The walls are bare and unpainted, the floor is hard, cold, uncarpeted concrete, and the roof is no more than bare plaster, crumbling in places. A single, low-voltage light hanging from the ceiling, with no lampshade, lights the unwelcoming room. In the corner of the room is a small desk, made from fading wood, stained with different substances over the ages. On this desk sits a small cordless radio, and beside it a plate with the remains of several chicken legs. The flesh has been mostly torn away from the bones, leaving meatless remains on the plate. In the centre of the room, however, is a stool. A wooden stool, half eaten by termites, and with one leg missing. The stool creaks noisily from the strain of the figure sat upon it. A figure with long blonde hair, and dark tainted glass. A figure wearing silver necklaces, blue, tartan long-shorts and a black T-shirt. On the T-shirt, a picture of a crazed rabbit, buck-toothed, long eared and red eyed, can be noticed. Over the figure�s shoulder is a colourful, plated, title belt. The TAW Canadian Championship belt. And the figure is none other than the TAW Canadian Champion, The Jackrabbit! �Hey-a �Rabbit Fans. And a big warm welcome to all you Canadians out there. But I am not sitting here for petty-talk. I am sitting here because my opponent, �Mortal Termite� Marc Neilson, has opened his great big mouth. Which makes a change, because he�s kept me waiting all week. Mind you, a good commander always keeps opponent waiting. You know, keeps them on the hook. However, the thing is, I�ve been waiting all week to hear Mort speak, and when he finally does, it is a Standing Joke. For laughing out loud, all Neilson did in his interview was shout, scream, cry and moan. Neilson, you need an attitude adjustment. You need to clam ya�self down, and relax. What you need is a good long dosage of The Last Laugh. You honestly want me to forfeit the match to you, Mort? But that would totally ruin the event, wouldn�t it? I mean, tonight is the Pay-Per-View, Neilson. You can�t just have people forfeiting here there and everywhere. �Cause if everyone did that, then there wouldn�t be an event at all! And my loyal �Rabbit Fans would be so disappointed if they didn�t get to see their Canadian Champion, The Jackrabbit� that�s me� fight at Retribution. You wanna feed on my despair, and you wanna feel my torment? What type of a weirdo are ya? You seem to planning to do some sick things to me tonight, Neilson. In fact, if you ever manage to pin me, that could be the scariest experience of my career�. Or life. Man, feel my Torment? That is disgusting! Torment, I can step up to the mark as good as any man. You may be the only man to ever have beaten The Jackrabbit, but tonight at Retribution, I will get my retribution, and I will even that score by defeating you one� two� three in that ring and walk away from that Paper Pay-Per-View with my Canadian Championship still over my shoulder, like it has been since the TAW first began. But Torment, it seems that you like high stakes. You put your career on the line in our match-up, when The Jackrabbit wins, Marc Neilson leaves the TAW forever. Well Torment, I like steaks too. They are moist, and tasty, and filling. And this Sunday, I am going to add more steaks to this event. Not only will the Total Anarchy Wrestling Canadian Title be on the line� but if you can beat you, I will leave Total Anarchy Wrestling. No wait� I said that wrong, didn�t I? Wait�. Err�. What I meant to say was this, I think. If on Sunday night, tonight, you can get yet another fluke win over me, then The Jackrabbit will not only hand his Canadian Title over, but I will leave Total Anarchy Wrestling in that arena on that very night, with my music, whatever it is, playing over the PA system and the �Rabbit Fans chanting my name for the very last time. So Termite, hear me out. This Sunday it will be a Career vs. Career, Canadian Championship match: �Mortal Termite� Marc Neilson vs. �The Unorthodox One� The Jackrabbit! But don�t get too excited just yet Mort, cause at Retribution, win or lose, eventually I will get retribution on one man� or the other. And tonight, undoubtedly, The Jackrabbit will end your career, and� The Jackrabbit will get The Last Laugh!� The Jackrabbit tips back his head, and lets out a loud hysterical laugh, which carries on and on. Then the camera zooms in on the red eye of the rabbit on the T-shirt, as The Jackrabbit himself silences, stares into the camera, and raises his sunshades onto his head. Fade.