Friendship. For the most part, everyone will make at least one friend in their life. It is human nature derived from the earliest of animals to seek the support and safety in numbers that companionship brings with it. Of all the friendships two people can make, there will always be that one special friendship. The acquaintance that survives the test of time and the ups and downs that such a combining of two souls will always bring with it. The two components of this unbreakable friendship will always have each other�s back, always be there for one another when they are feeling low or when they are in trouble, or always be ready to share in the good times and forever make memories together. One would hope these good memories will always outweigh the bad memories. Even the most obscure of people will find friendship in someone, or something, somewhere. And lord have mercy on those who don�t. The scene slowly begins to piece itself together from different parts of the screen. A most unusual visage, it seems the top portion of our scene is in fact down in the right hand corner of our screen. This leaves the right hand corner to be, in fact, scattered somewhere along the bottom left. The bottom left, then, is in the top right corner, forcing, this corner to shove the middle up to the top to take its place in the middle of the screen. Undoubtedly, any and all who would see this on their television screen would immediately start adjusting their sets; if not, they would be pounding the side with a fierce fist. The pieces seem to be consisting of black, suits by the look of it, and bits of white shirt can be seen in these same jigsaw sections. There is a gaping mouth there, looking either shocked or terrified, of that we cannot yet be sure. The little bits of scenery we can make out look obscure, mostly dull grays or reds, some water is also evident. One torn triangle appears to be filled with blue tartan. We can just make out one word in blue sprawled on black on one of the pieces; it reads �MOOCH!� Slowly these peculiar jigsaw pieces begin moving around our screen to fit into their correct locations, making up the whole scene. The scene, any regular Headstrong Wrestling viewer would realize, is exactly where it was left off just days before Friday Night Shocker, in which the tag team of Fusion defeated The Controlling Factor before engaging in a war-like battle with Jonny Kae and his partner in crime Kris CarMicheal. The self same Shocker that saw HSW World Champion The Mainstreamer pull out a victory over Junior Heavyweight Champion Carlo Sarento, as Miguel Diaz, Hoju and his personal bodyguard assisted him. The scene that we were mysteriously left with before Shocker was that of one-half of the Tag Team Title number one contenders, The Jackrabbit, being surrounded unexpectedly by a number of guns. These guns each held by a smartly suited but dripping wet man, each sodden barrel just inches from The Jackrabbit�s head. Never one for staying out of trouble, we remember that our Friendly Neighborhood Jackrabbit had caused a little inadvertent mischief on the canals of Venice in Italy, causing the sinking of a particularly expensive gondola. It would seem that a certain number of this gun-toting individuals might have owned the aforementioned gondola. The give-away? Well, this: SUITED MAN: �You no be laughing long, freak. That my crigiola you sinking. Now you-a pay for that. Dite le vostre preghiere; say your prayers, Americano!� Doesn�t really take a genius to understand that this possibly isn�t the best situation a certain Unorthodox One has found himself in. We have to wonder how in the blazes he made it to last Friday�s Shocker event in one piece. THE JACKRABBIT: �Um Um Um� now now dudes and dudettes.. oh, I see you�re all dudes, that�s fine too! I�m sure we can work this out! It was a very nice ship.. uhm, boat. Very purrty. Well not now, obviously, �cos it�s on the bottom of the canal� oh, I mean, sorry �bout that!�� The guns each click in turn, the chambers loading. THE JACKRABBIT: �Okay okay, I�ll admit it! It was me! But � uhm� Krispy Carmaker made me do it! He said, he did, �Sink that pretty boat or I�ll pick on you and bully you and steal your dinner money!� So y�see, I had no choice.� The spokesman of the group of suited individuals, his hair splattered in irregular directions on his head due to the water he was forced to swim through, does not look impressed with this �explanation.� He raises the gun directly to The Jackrabbit�s quivering forehead. SUITED MAN: �Enough talk, Americano. Sparilo!� The Italian command leaves the mans lips, but no bullets are fired. Instead, he falls face first to the ground, unmoving. His acquaintances spin around to see the cause of their leaders apparent downfall. A huge black cowl of leather flares toward two of the men, and a single piece of unforgiving lead crash around their skulls. They too hit the concrete. The two remaining men gasp and fire off a round of bullets, which miss their swiftly moving target just narrowly. The crowds on the side of the canal scream and begin to flee, into buildings or gondolas. Talon grabs both men by the sides of the heads and brings them together, causing them to stagger backwards groggily. The Enigma retrieves his lead piping from his belt and drives it, end-first, into the forehead of one of the men; he drops like a sack of potatoes. The final man looks horrified, hastily reloading his gun and pointing it at the 6�8�� figure stood towering before him. He backs up slowly, trying to steady his aim. Suddenly he hears a voice scream �HIIIIII-YAH!� and two fingers pinch the pressure point on his neck from behind. The final suited figure drops to the ground, rolling up like a sleeping baby. The Jackrabbit grins across at Talon. THE JACKRABBIT: �Learnt that one over in Japan, hehe!� TALON: �Indeed. Jay, as I have mentioned before, show some care for your actions. I am sure that five guns would have the capability to blow even your brain out. And the Hunter cannot always act as guardian angel.� The Jackrabbit looks at his friend, stood there arms folded, long brown hair rolling down his face, a barely noticeable T-shirt beneath his cowl depicting a golden eagle perched on a single-colored yinyan. Talon wraps the cowl around himself a little further, but as he does The Jackrabbit pounces on him giving him a frighteningly tight man-hug. THE JACKRABBIT: �Awww thankoo Tal, you�re my bestest buddy. Who else would beat up nasty little gun mens for me? You�re the greatest!� Muttering to himself, Talon forces his amicable ally off him, dusting his cowl off as though The Jackrabbit had something contagious. THE JACKRABBIT: �T�is just like that time when you saved me from Jonny Que and Krispy Carmaker! They was gonna use Itchy Pod�s finisher on me and then you, Talon� that�s you!� came in and boom boom boom, snap crackle pop, you pwned them with a big ol� chair! T�was great!� Talon frowns slightly, turning his back and walking down a nearby alley from The Jackrabbit in search of a gondola for their transportation. TALON: �Perhaps it is just like that time. Unlikely however, as I doubt these men will bother us again, with their small-minded pathetic agenda, born of greed. However, I am sure Mr. Kae and Mr. CarMicheal will not let it lie with this victory against them, and will attempt some painfully and woefully ill-conceived attack in the near future.� The Jackrabbit nods, as if he understands, and hurries along after his friend down the alley alongside the canal of Venice. The scene slowly fades to� blue? We reopen our scene in the present time, the hopes being that the flashback to Venice will have explained the conclusion of The Jackrabbit�s encounter with some unsavory types in Italy. His friendship with Talon was the cause of his safety, their alliance aiding The Jackrabbit in a sticky situation that he, once again, got himself into. The new scene is a more urban one that that of Venice; flowing canals are replaced with trodden concrete, floating gondolas replaced with humming automobiles. From the sudden darkening in the skies we can be sure it is no longer the same day we were witnessing moments ago, and can also be certain that our current scene is in the late evening. The scene is not poorly lit, however, as artificial lighting from street lamps and torches hung from restaurant windows and the lighting inside them is keeping the scene visible. The camera pans along the restaurants, and from the Spanish emblazoned on the banners of most, it is evident we have left the arty Italian scene for an equally visual Mexican panorama. The bells attached to the door do not clatter as the camera performs an impossible trick and zooms straight through the door of the nearest restaurant. The camera now roams, unfazed by its unorthodox fluidity, around the restaurant. Every table around us is bathed in a white sheet, every chair beneath them made of fine woodcraft. A huge tapestry hangs on the wall, cascades of red paint smearing a yellow-painted canvas. A small canary cage, black metal, hangs to the camera�s left; bird-less, however. A waterfall sits to the camera�s right, a white rim, marble by its look, arcing around in a smooth semi-circle off the wall, a series of yellow and red or yellow and blue sombrero hats laid down along its length. In the center of this semi-circle lies the waterfall, a large, brown Mexican jug pouring water into its pool. The camera zooms now, glancing momentarily at the tiny chandelier arranged on the ceiling above a table, past this, to a two-person table that hosts a single guest. The guest in question is an unusual looking character, with long blonde hair unkempt and refused of a ponytail on this occasion. His facial hair is equally uncared for, and silver chains hang loose around his neck on top of a black T-shirt, an official Headstrong Wrestling Global Domination promotional garb. More unusual still, are the sunshades the man wears, having neglected the usual custom of removing them when indoors. The character sits calmly at the table, awaiting his order. Moments later, a tanned waiter arrives, placing down the man�s order. The plates are all brightly colored, an after-effect of the Mexican cuisine consisting largely of vegetables and different meats. WAITER: �Su orden, se�or.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Gesundheit!� The waiter looks perplexed, but says no more, walking quietly back to the kitchen, leaving his unusual guest, HSW�s own The Jackrabbit, to sit and admire his brightly colored meal consisting of different dishes such as enchilada, pico de gallo, guacamole and an over abundance of different tacos and tortillas. The Jackrabbit furrows his brow, looking almost as baffled as his waiter did moments ago. THE JACKRABBIT: �I coulda sweared I ordered a cheeseburger. Hm.� Shrugging it off, our Unorthodox One munches on a taco, nodding approval to himself. He then tries his hand at tortillas. He spits them out, muttering �Doritos� under his breath, and scoops up some rajas con crema, stuffing it down his throat and licking his lips. As he does this, he seems to notice the camera on him for the first time and quickly turns to face it, staring through his sunshades at the lens. THE JACKRABBIT: �OOOOOhhh, hey-a �Rabbit Fans worldwide and everywhere else in between! How�s it going? I�m fine thank you. Not a big fan of Mexican cheeseburgers though. No matter, y�see, �cos The Jackrabbit World Tour of Global Denomination Official Representeration continues! Once again, everybody here speaks in funny words I don�t understand, and once again I have to keep hopping onto horrible aeroplanes and going reaaaallly way too high up in the sky. Which I doesn�t like, due to the nasty, nasty things that Talon done to me a long time ago. There was a tall building involved, and after all was said and done on that day, I took a long fall and Talon didn�t and there was much hullabaloo and The Jackrabbit was born! It�s a long story, maybe one day I�ll �splain it. Howeverer, that�s all in the past now; well, it�s not gonna be in the present or the future is it, you silly mooses? Well the fact of the story is that the true end of this story is truly a factual ending. Y�see, this story has a happy finish. The Jackrabbit� that�s me!� and Talon� that�s not me!� we�re best buddies again now, just like back in the good old days. We fight together, we work together, we team together, we hang together. There�s nothing and nobody and nowhere and nohow that can split us up or get between me and Tal� especially not Jonny Vee, Krispy Carmaker, Constantine or Amphalongwordthatmakesnosense. I know what you�re thinking� you�re thinking, �what a rag-tag bunch of individuals!� And you�re spot on. Now don�t get me wrong, �cos I�m always right, not wrong� The Jackrabbit has no problemo with Constantine and his little girly partner. See, one of them is a demon-fighting savior of all mankind, and the other is� just some chick. That�s cool, but what�s really cool about these dudes and dudettes is that they�re being babysitters for Fusion. Well, technically I spose they�re being goldsitters.. beltsitters� titlesitters. One or the other or the other after that, anywho. Goldbelttitlesitters, even. A little while back at Atrociousnessity, Constantine and Amphalongwordthatmakesnosense managed to win themselves the HS-Dub World Tag Team Championships. How in the blue sky did they manage that, I hear you ask! Well, they managed it because Fusion wasn�t in the match, I reply. But why why, oh why for the love of ice-cream why, was Fusion not in the match, I hear you ask in reply to my reply. Because The Jackrabbit� that�s me!� was off flying aboot promotioning Global Denomination, that�s why, I reply in reply to your question in reply to my reply to your question about my statement. So whilst that was all going on� Constantine and Amphalongwordthatmakesnosense come along and win the Tag Team golds off two screwballs who weren�t even worthy of being in that gosh-darned match. Well now, everybody who�s anybody who�s part of being everybody knows that Fusion are the real World Tag Team champions. T�is obvious. Not like The Difference is obvious, but like the Fusion is obvious. That type of obviousness. Constantine and the girly are just looking after them belts to keep them warm while we keep killing Kiddy Suicide and Chester Cash a bazillion times over. Now I suppose everyone wants to wonder, and wonder they will, why and what The Jackrabbit wants to win the gold for? Well it�s quite simple, ain�t it? Talon and The Jackrabbit� that�s Fusion� we came here for one sole purpose. And it wasn�t to be chased around backstage by Jonny Kay and Krispy Carmaker. Nor was it to drop a bazillion gallons of fizzy pop on them� though that was quite fun actually! But no, it wasn�t any of those things. We came here to prove to everyone in the wrestling world that in all actual fact, we�re friends again. See, wrestling fans, they watched GWO; they saw me beat Talon from pillow to postcard and they saw Talon do the same right back to me. They saw Talon become the dreadbeast Talanacao. Then they saw GWO fold. Like origami! Then the wrestling fans, they saw ICWF, and they saw me and Talon form Fusion. They saw us working together as a team, but we never quite proved that we were a strong unit and that our past was behind us. They saw The Brethren form with Mistah Odjie, but ICWF became origami just like GWO before they could see it take off. Then came HS-Dub many years later, cue evil laugh, mwuahahahahahahhaahahaha!� By this time, The Jackrabbit has finished a considerable amount of his Mexican food and his evil laughing has attracted the momentary attention of many customers. A waiter is about to approach him about it, when he is told to �leave it� in thick Spanish by his boss. THE JACKRABBIT: �Here in HS-Dub, this is where we excel. Here in HS-Dub, this is where Fusion prove to the world that bygones are gone by, as the word does imply. Here in HS-Dub is where Talon and The Jackrabbit take what was ours from the moment we came here; the HS-Dub World Tag Team Championships! YAY!!! So Constantine, Amphalongwordthatmakesnosense� be prepared. Be ready. Be steady. Be teddy. Cos Ready Or Not � Here Comes Fusion!!� And with that, The Jackrabbit tips back his head and begins laughing at the very top of his voice, his high-pitched cackle echoing around the Mexican restaurant. Again, the Mexican waiter attempts to go over to tell the unorthodox American guest to shut his mouth, but again his boss reprimands him about this. The waiter looks less than pleased, but goes back to serving another table, his eyes constantly hovering on The Jackrabbit. The Jackrabbit stops his laughter, content with having gotten the last laugh for the moment, and returns to his slowly shrinking meal. He notices a fajita wrap, and happily picks it up and munches it. His eyes suddenly go wide as the jalapeno pepper rolls down his suddenly gaping mouth, the extra-hot sauce pattering from the fajita to his plate. With a pained grimace, the 260 pounder leaps to his feet, and rushes for the kitchen. Unfortunately, his legs wrap in the white table cloth and he inadvertently pulls the entire contents of the table to the floor. Plates smash, Mexican food lays waste on the ground, cutlery tinkles noisily, and The Jackrabbit hits the ground with a gasp. Leaping to his feet like a jack-in-the-box though, he continues his path, accidentally elbowing a customer around the back of the head on his sprint. THE JACKRABBIT: �Water! Water! Water! Hot hot hot hot hot!!!� The waiter, having seen enough, runs to intercept the crazy wrestler charging his way to the kitchen like a bull in a china-shop. However, the waiter, a small man in comparison to The Jackrabbit, finds himself knocked aside by the HSW superstar�s bulk. The waiter seems to soar cleanly through the air, finally coming to �rest� with a crash on top of a neighboring table. Plates break, ladies scream, the waiter becomes covered in vegetables, meat, and sauces. The usual. The Jackrabbit, meanwhile, has entered the �personal solamente� kitchen, and begins swigging water from a pan that was moments ago on cooking hob. Luckily for our hapless halfwit, the water appears to have only just been put on (as it does not scold the skin from his lips and tongue.) The chef looks on in complete horror at the unusually dressed and unusually large American swigging down the pan of water he had planned to boil eggs in. Finally satisfied that the hot properties of the jalapeno fajita are gone, The Jackrabbit returns the pan to the oven�s hob, accidentally knocking a wine bottle from the counter onto the floor with the pan�s handle. The bottle smashes and the red substance splatters the lino. THE JACKRABBIT: �Whoopsy�� The Jackrabbit turns around in time to see the waiter, his white clothing now smattered in colorful Mexican sauces, glaring at him with a look of burning hatred and anger. The Jackrabbit simply grins sheepishly. The waiter begins shouting, taking upon himself an authority that truly isn�t his by position, his outstretched arm pointing to the exit. ANGRY WAITER: ��Usted tonto est�pido! �Usted pagar� su alimento y el da�o! �Entonces usted ir�! �Y usted nunca volver�!� The Jackrabbit nods slowly, eyeing the waiter through his sunshades. THE JACKRABBIT: �I agree one hundred and two percent. I shouldn�t pay a penny for such nasty hot foods. Okie dokie, see ya �round Mexican dudey.� He begins to walk casually towards the door. He stops beside the waiter and looks at the mess all over his clothing, pointing at it exaggeratedly. THE JACKRABBIT: �You�ve got a little bit of�� WAITER: ��cFuera DE!� Without understanding a word being said, The Jackrabbit does understand the high tone in the waiter�s voice and he yelps, running from the building like a panicked animal. The scene follows him until he disappears through the door, the camera simply focusing on the swinging door to the kitchen. We catch up with The Jackrabbit moments later, as he walks casually along the long street of Mexican restaurants just outside the one he caused chaos in. He appears to be completely merry as though forgetting the madness of moments ago, now whistling the tune of �Singing In The Rain� despite the flawlessly clear skies above him. He then stops his tune, and begins chatting amicably into the camera in his usual high-pitched fast-paced pattern of speech. THE JACKRABBIT: �Well wasn�t that different? Remind me never to eat Mexican foods again? Specially not in Mexican? Find a nice McDonald�s, methinks. Anywho, where was I before I was rudely interrupted by spicy foods? Ah yes, this match on Shocker. Well now, if I understand this right, our match is actually two matches? First time I read the card, I thought I was in two matches� against Constantine and Amphalongwordthatmakesnosense, and against Jonny Why and Krispy Carmaker. But apparently that�s not the truth. Thanks to Mr. I-Pod and the Equilib-majig, JonJon and Krispy are actually fighting with each other. But the greedy screwballs have decided they gotta wrestle each other at the same time what me and Tal be winning our titles! Well if you ask me that�s real greedy. But not much ya can do �bout that. Tal said it�s something about payback� I think it means we�ve gotta give them some money or something. I don�t really mind, got lotsa money from wrestling and stuff, but I never known having to pay to have two dudes wrestle at the same time as you�re wrestling. Must be a HS-Dub thing.� He shrugs nonchalantly. �Jonny Zedd, Krispy Carmaker� you�re bullies. Big, bad, bullies. But everybody who is anybody knows that bullies are cowards. And you two cowards had better stick to your cowardly ways and stay outta Fusion�s big title main event match. Boss One and Boss Two put us in this main event �cos we earned it, �cos everyone wants to see Fusion become the official HS-Dub World Tag Team Champinos! You�re only in this Sims match so the millions of �Rabbit Fans in attendance can keep their eyes on you, you big bullies. You want peoples� lunch-money.. but Fusion�s lunch money is the Tag Team gold; and you ain�t having it. You�ve learnt it twice now, you chickens� keep out of our match and you won�t gotta learn it a third time. What be I talking about? Why, learning the hard way that one way or another Fusion comes out on top; and one way or a different one� The Jackrabbit always gets The Last Laugh!� The Jackrabbit starts laughing outrageously in the middle of this Monterrey street, only hours from his main event Shocker match-up with the HSW World Tag Team Champions, Konstance and Amphetamine in a simulmatch which will also Jonny Kae vs. his partner Kris CarMicheal in a separate ring entirely. His inexplicable laughter echoes around the street that was previously quieting with the night. A bell rings and the waiter, still covered in sauces and food, appears in the doorway and begins shouting the odds at The Jackrabbit. ANGRY WAITER: ��Dije que usted debe ser ido!� Yelping like a scolded puppy, The Jackrabbit begins sprinting down the road away from the restaurant and the infuriated waiter. The camera slowly turns and begins zooming in on the waiter, still shouting in thick Spanish, and the zoom on the lens moves in so far that it is swallowed into the darkness of the waiter�s shouting mouth. Static.