We all need a job at some point in our life, no matter how hard we can try to avoid employment, eventually the wants and needs that drive human beings will become too great for us and we will have to seek employment to pay our debts. Even those lacking money are often found in situations, trying desperately to scrape money from those with employment, those with a job, those earning a living. The scene opens up on what can only be described as a typical street scene, naturally packed with busy civilians getting about whatever business their business might be this day. The sun is shining brightly on a blue sky, yet this seems barely to bother those on the streets as their mind is set on their purposes right now. Like any other street, there is a road and on this road there are cars; four wheels and a motor to make the daily happenings of life take less time. And beside this there is a sidewalk, where those without a car for whatever reason now walk. There are shops on either side, both sides of course; a waste of space is such a� waste of space, and so no space is wasted, every bit taken up by yet another construction made to fill pockets. The camera spirals down, its focus lying for a few moments on a supermarket, customers moving in and out as is usual. Again the camera spins, focusing on just one of the masses, an average-sized man with an over-average build, his arms healthily muscled beneath a black T-shirt depicting the image of a crazed rabbit looking up in awe at a blazing eagle. The camera moves lower still. The man is wearing a pair of blue tartan shorts and black boots. His hair is long and blonde, flowing free, his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunshades, and over his shoulder lays a thick leather belt stamped with three gold-colored plastic plates. Of course, this figure is The Jackrabbit of ICWF wrestling fame. THE JACKRABBIT: �Hey-a �Rabbit Fans wooooooorldwide and in other various places too! You are watching The Jackrabbit part 53, titled �oh my golly gosh it�s The Jackrabbit again and oh my golly gosh he�s at a supermarket!� For short though, you can just call it Bob. Why why why? Well quite simple. I like Bob. Short, quick, fast and short� not to mention easy to say, easy to write, and you can�t get it wrong even if you accidentally spell it backwards! I suppose you�re all thinking, �The Jackrabbit has battled Sully and he�s still here!� Well of course I am, sillies! The ICWF keeps on going and it just gets betterer and betterer. �Least, I think that�s how Mistah Odjie put it� Anywho, next round, Tag-Team. Now this is funny see, The Jackrabbit� that�s me!� hasn�t actually been in too many of these type matches so I don�t really know how they work. I asked Tal, and he said a bunch of mumbo-jumbo �bout �ow two thingies combine and havoc and things� I wasn�t really payin� attention and it didn�t make sense so I went �n� asked Odjie instead and �e said summat like� �It�s simple, Jackrabbit. You wrestle, and when you get tired or hurt, you hit Talon and then he wrestles. When Talon hits you, you wrestle some more.� Well this didn�t make much sense, �cos I don�t like hitting Talon anymore. We�s friends now, and you�re not �sposed to hit your friends. And anyway, I don�t get tired and hurt I just keep wrestling �till I gets bored. I wonder if I can hit Talon when I get bored? Hmm� I�ll ask Odjie. Well I�m gunna �splain why I�m here now, since all you eager �Rabbit Fans are bouncin� up and down and down and up and up and down up down down up with excitement� see, we got these guys called �Hop� at Inferno, which is all well and yayful and things, but I don�t see any gold �round Hop�s waists or shoulders� but The Jackrabbit, that�s me by the way, does have gold. I am the ICWF Jobber Champion Arghahaha! What that means is I am the champion of all the jobbers, everywhere, all over the place. And eeeeeveryone has a job, so that means I am eeeeeeveryone�s champion. To prove this to Hop, I am going to go meet some of my loyal� uhh� jobbers and so they gets to meet their champion. Cool huh?� True to his word, The Jackrabbit hops straight into the supermarket, his shaded eyes scanning the store. Just like any other supermarket, there are rows and rows of shelves, each one stacked with another food product of different types, shapes and sizes. Customers fill the aisles with their trolleys, and shop assistants serve at the checkouts, scanning each item in turn to determine the prices the customers need to pay. Wasting no time, The Jackrabbit gets straight in on the excitement, rushing over to one of the staff members stacking shelves with tins of different fruits, ranging between tinned oranges and apple slices, to rhubarb and watermelon chunks. The shop attendant turns a wary eye on The Jackrabbit as he speaks in his usual high-pitched tone. THE JACKRABBIT: �Hidey-hi �Rabbit Fan and jobber alike!� SHELF-STACKER: �Hello sir, how may I help you?� THE JACKRABBIT: �My name�s not sir, silly. I�m The Jackrabbit, you know, your Jobber Champion?� The man gives The Jackrabbit a bewildered look, which is seemingly ignored. THE JACKRABBIT: �This is your job, right?� SHELF-STACKER: �Well, yes� it�s my job to, uhh� refill the stocks as they run out. Why do you ask, sir?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Stop callin� me that! My name�s The Jackrabbit and I, as you know, am your Jobber Champion�� SHELF-STACKER: �Uhm, excuse me?� THE JACKRABBIT: �I want to do your job for a minute. To show Hop and the loyal �Rabbit Fans at home that I really am the ICWF Jobber Champion and I am betterer than Hop.� The shop assistant glances now to the camera, a look seemingly of understanding crossing his face, as he realizes he is on television. SHELF-STACKER: �Oh.. oh! Yes, of course Mr. Jackrabbit. Just� uhm, just take the tins from the box and line them up on the shelf above their labels.� The Jackrabbit grins at the man, reaching into the brown cardboard box without question and pulling out two tins of fruit. He then turns around, stacking them both on the shelf. The shop assistant frowns slightly, casually pushing the cans along the shelf to rest above the correct labels. The Jackrabbit repeats the motion; and so does the shop assistant. This time The Jackrabbit goes to put some tins on the shelf, giving the camera a proud grin in doing so, he finds that the shelf is full and he cannot fit the next two cans on. SHELF-STACKER: �Just pile it up on top, Mr. Jackrabbit� like a pyramid.� THE JACKRABBIT: �I know what to do, I�m the Jobber Champion! Uhh� say that again.� SHELF-STACKER: �Just pile them up, sir.� The Jackrabbit gives a nod, biting his lip and furrowing his brow in sincere concentration, reaching up and placing the cans on top of the others, silently wondering to himself what type of person would commit themselves to such a difficult job. He reaches into the box again, annoyed to see that it looks almost as full as when he began, and places the next two cans onto the stacking mount. He struggles to reach though, standing on tiptoes. The sales assistant leans in quickly to help out, but just a moment too late as the entire stack of fruit cans comes crashing down onto their feet. Both men yelp in pain before letting their eyes drift down to the cans on the floor. The Jackrabbit gives them a shocked look, and the sales assistant looks up at him with widened eyes and a gaping jaw. Not standing around seems a good option, and The Jackrabbit sprints from the aisle with hare-like agility, an unusual spring in his step. He literally skids to a halt at the end of four aisles away. THE JACKRABBIT: �Stupid job anyway, and I nearly did it perfect! Not bad for a beginner, methinks. But now to prove to you all, and to Hopetty-Hop-Hop that I am a better jobber than they could ever dream of being� so I�ll do one of these sitty-down jobs� The Jackrabbit hops off towards the checkouts where a small women, at least in her late fifties sits, scanning item after item as it passes along the conveyor belt. The Jackrabbit chuckles softly and taps her on the shoulder. CHECKOUT LADY: �Hello there� can I do something for you?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Yup yup! I�m The Jackrabbit, your favorite friendly neighborhood Jackrabbit of course, and I would like to do your job for just like a whole bunch of minutes so I can show the �Rabbit Fans what a great champion I are, �kay?� Like the shop assistant, the checkout lady takes one glance to the camera and instantly assumes she is on some documentary program. Nodding to The Jackrabbit, she vacates her seat and allows him to bounce into it. For many a moment The Jackrabbit enjoys the swivel feature on the chair, spinning himself around and around and in doing so putting a confused and unamused look on the woman�s face� �must be a children�s documentary� she silently assumes. CHECKOUT LADY: �Alright, sir. This is the conveyor, where the items will come down. All you have to do is scan the barcode on the item, then leave it at the end of the belt for the customer to bag up. The computer will do the calculating for you, which I find very helpful as I don�t like numbers much.� She gives a chuckle but apparently the humor is lost on The Jackrabbit as he picks up the barcode reader, glaring into the red light with a beaming grin on his face. The first customer arrives at the checkout, loading her items onto the conveyor belt, seemingly without having yet noticed the peculiar attendant or the camera watching her load her shopping from the trolley. The first item to pass under The Jackrabbit�s shaded eyes makes him drop the barcode reader and grin hysterically. THE JACKRABBIT: �Ice-cream!!!!� Much to the surprise of the checkout lady and customer, The Jackrabbit snatches up the ice-cream, pulling off the lid and shoveling the contents hungrily into his mouth. THE JACKRABBIT: �Oh oh oh! You�re sooooo kind!� However, the ice-cream seems to have distracted The Jackrabbit to the point that the items the customer had placed on the conveyor now began to pass him by, piling up at the end of the checkout desk and falling over the sides onto the floor as more and more was pushed down by the conveyor belt. The customer, seeing everything she had chosen to purchase falling on the floor (and seemingly being eaten by the checkout attendant) decides she has had enough and walks briskly away. The checkout lady also seems unimpressed, snatching the ice cream from The Jackrabbit�s hands and shooing him off her desk. The Jackrabbit glares at her for a moment, then shrugs, laughs and skips away, licking ice-cream from his lips and fingers. THE JACKRABBIT: �Well that was very rude! First she gives me ice-cream, then she takes it away. Well no matter matter not, The Jackrabbit� that�s me!� just proved to all the watchers that I truly am The Jobber Champion and that nobody can job like me. That�s exactly what Hop are going to find out at Inferno, see. �Cos for the firstest time ever, The Jackrabbit� that�s me!� and Talon� that�s not me!� team up together. And for the first time, we are going to beat Hop and win this match. Why why oh for the love of ice-cream why? Well because we need to beat them to fight someone else, �pparently. Don�t see why, but fighting is fun so it makes sense to win methinks. And besides that� what type of name is �Hop� anyway? That�s like summat rabbits do� jackrabbits, even. Well Hop, The Jackrabbit can hop betterer than either one of you or both of yous put together. Why? Well it�s really oh so very simple donchya know? Because The Jackrabbit always gets The Last Laugh! Arghahahahahahahahah!� The Jackrabbit laughs madly, his head tipped back for a long moment before he jerks his head down, his long blonde hair falling over his face and he stares at the camera through it. Reaching up, he pushes his sunglasses up a little and gives the camera a big wink, sticking out his tongue at the same time, before turning and skipping towards the supermarket�s exit, completely oblivious of the three security guards on his tail.