Victory. Unarguably one of the most satisfying feelings in the world, knowing that all your efforts, all your struggles have paid off and that you came out on top. To achieve the goal that means the most to you, especially when at the expense of others. And after this victory, we must reset our challenges, or strive to maintain that which we achieved, for no victory is a victory if is undone. The scene opens. The camera sees only gray, dull, bland and unchanging and slightly damp to its texture. Apparently the camera has been pointed at stone, so close that stone is all it sees. And then the camera lifts, slowly and yet surely, making it aware that the stone is had laid upon was in fact the floor. Over the floor, in the dead center, there lies a rug, oval and blood red. The camera lifts, scanning purposefully along the walls and revealing to the viewer rows upon rows of mahogany figurines at about head height, all of them of different birds of prey in various different poses. The walls are of paneled wood and, as the camera rises, the viewer sees that the reason for the damp floors is a hole in the roof that fills that makes the ceiling over half the size it should be, the hole exposing the room to the elements around it. A faint giggling is heard off-screen and the camera rotates one hundred and eighty degrees, to reveal two figures, one sat on the floor and the other seated in a large throne, crafted skillfully from mahogany and inset with countless gems. The figure on the throne is Talon, dressed in his body-length leather trench coat and a black T-shirt sporting a bird of prey. The figure at his feet, giggling like there is nothing else to do, is his tag-team partner and long time friend The Jackrabbit. TALON: ��and so Harvey Danger shall meet his end.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Ohh fun fun! Methinks you should just go in there, whack-crack-smack him on the head� WHABAM!� and then pin him. One-two-threeee and here is your winner and the NEW thingamajig Champion� Talon! Hehehe!� TALON: �Not all things are that black and white, old friend. Just like the tournament you find yourself in at Masters of the Mat, to which I assume you have spent no thought?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Uhm�. Nope! Hehehe! Tal, I just won a title!! I beat Zimderelly, I am the ICWF Telly Champ, Tal! Nobody is better than me anymore, �cept the World Champ which �pparently isn�t Kali Killer no more.� The Jackrabbit pouts at Talon but nonetheless holds his newly won Television Champion belt up proudly, bouncing it on his shoulder. Talon rolls his eyes. TALON: �Your first round opponent is El Linchador, Jay. A figure most powerful within this business, a man whose efforts have warranted placement in the hall of fame.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Hall of Fame? Hall of Fame; Hall of Shame! Hahah! Big deal small deal it�s all the same, I would be in their too if I was as good as El Lin.. lin.. that guy, too! Uhh� hold your horsies, I mean, if I was� if I were� if I knew where it was. Yeah, that�s it! Where is this Hall of Fame anyway, and if El whatsisface is in there, how�s he �sposed to wrestle me? Mistah Odjie never mentioned me not being in the ring. No matter, this El chappy has been gone for like a bazillion years �cos Mistah Odjie got rid of his �punk ass� as he put it, and now the dude is back he gots beatened by Sully and so he�s probably all rusty and things like when I left my scooter in the rain. So all I gotsa do is CAAARACK! The rusty bits with a hammer, and just like my scooter, El Thingador will crumble to ickle pieces. Arghahahaha!!� The Jackrabbit hops up from his seat, apparently his attention span waning as Talon sat there, in his throne, examining his friend and absorbing every word, trying to decide things about his attitude, it seems, else lost in a world of his own. The Jackrabbit looked around for something to do and the only thing to meet his eyes were the bird figurines lining the walls. The Jackrabbit snatches up two birds into each hand, his title belt dangling over his shoulder. THE JACKRABBIT: �I�m birdy number one! And I�m birdy number two! Hehe! Sqwauk sqwauk! Creeeee! Sqwaaaaaauk!� The Jackrabbit flies the figurines through the air playfully, and Talon instantly leaps up out of his chair and sweeps over to his friend, making a grab for the figurines. TALON: �Return them to their place, Jay. They are ancient beyond imagining, not for your play.� THE JACKRABBIT: �No! No! Mine! Get your own!!� The Jackrabbit resists Talon, trying to get the figurines away from him but The Jackrabbit is having none of it. Only does the frantic struggle end when both birds fall to the floor, the stand breaking off one of them. Both of them freeze and Talon turns away, moving annoyedly to his chair. The Jackrabbit gasps and hops back onto the floor as far away from the figurines as possible. THE JACKRABBIT: �Oopsy! Uh� uh� yup, as I was saying.. heh� oh yes, this Linchymajig don�t bother me any. He�s just some old chap who�s a new chap all of a sudden and everyone is yay-yay-yay over him, but do you see him wearing any belts? Nope, I doesn�t either. That�s �cos he�s not the Telly champ, The Jackrabbit� that�s me!� is! Haha! Same goes for that Angel guy too. What does he think he is� like, an angel or something? He�s not an angel, �cos he don�t got wings or little yellow glowy things over his head, but he is a fruitcake �cos he talks to himself. That�s just silly, he needs common senseness like me and Tal. But not like Tal �cos Tal is too serious. Hehe. But what I is really worrying is that I might have to play with Zimderella or Sharky again, but that�s boring �cos I already beated them once and what if I has to beat them again? Yaaaaaawn! Hehehe! But it might be funny I �spose �cos I can say �hehe, I beat you twice! and not once but twice which is more than once.� Dunno why I�m in this tournament thingy though, Odjie says it�s �cos I�m the Telly Champ and I said �but Mistah Odjie, that means I should not be in �cos then I�ll beat everyone!� and he rolled his eyes and patted me on the back and said �that is the idea, yes� so I �spose I just gotta go and win or something.� TALON: �That easy, Jay?� THE JACKRABBIT: �What? Oh, yes! That easy, that easy, that easy, that easy, that easy, that easy!� In time to his singing, The Jackrabbit hops up and runs circles around the throne on which Talon sits. He doesn�t see the annoyed look on Talon�s face as his friend whizzes past him, skipping, once.. twice.. three times� four times� five� six� TALON: �Stop that, Jay.� But instead of ceasing his skipping around and around, The Jackrabbit simply switches his song from �that easy� to �stop that�, to which Talon groans softly before standing and shoving The Jackrabbit off his imaginary circular path. The Jackrabbit blinks through his sunshades at his friend looking down at him. TALON: �I have somewhere for you to play your� games. I would like you to take a walk through my family�s crypt, to test your nerves if you will.� The Jackrabbit smiles as if the offer were a pleasing one and nods his head, bouncing on the spot. THE JACKRABBIT: �Will it helps me be fasterer than El Thingydor? Will it helps me be bigger than Street Sharky? Will it helps me be scarier than Zimderella and weirder than Angel? Will it helps me be more hellaciousness than Draco? And how bouts making me more hardcore than Sully and more sticky than Pete Parker?� TALON: (arcing a brow in surprise) �More sticky than Pete Parker?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Yeah! You never watched Spiderman? Geez Tal, you really needs to watch more Fox Kids! So will it, hm, will this treat make me all of those things?!� TALON: �Perhaps it shall. Yet nevertheless, you will be away from this tower and I shall gain some peace from your infernal idiocy for a day�� Talon gives a small smirk and, seemingly oblivious to this, The Jackrabbit grins at him and, for no apparent reason but self amusement, hops up and down on one leg. THE JACKRABBIT: �Alrighty then! Lead on Tal-Tal��