No one is immortal, and eventually even the strongest will fall dead. In our lifetimes the only chance any have of immortality is to stay remembered, to have our names recorded in some way that will make it known long after our deaths, surviving the test of time. But for the most of us, we will live and we will die, and will become nothing more than the dead. The scene opens. The camera is pointed, angled slightly, at what appears to be a building carved entirely of stone, lying very low and inset into dark earth. The sky was dark, clearly night, making the surroundings and location of this structure impossible to determine. Leading into the stone building is a large set of similar colored steps; these lead to a heavy stone door with a handle of wrought iron. Framing these steps are two eagles, carved of solid stone, sitting on a globe. There is a rustling from behind the camera and two dark silhouettes enter its sight, standing now at the top of these large stairs. The larger figure, clad in a leather trench coat to his ankles and bearing long brown hair over his shoulders and face, turns now to the slightly smaller, a man with long blonde hair, wearing sunshades, a black T-shirt and blue denim jeans. TALON: �And here we arrive at the crypt. The crypt that has the family deceased, the dead contained. Perhaps you shall learn something; perhaps ancient knowledge shall be passed to you. Yet at the least, you will be... entertained� while I dwell alone...� THE JACKRABBIT: �Going in this super creepy place will make me able to win this tournament thing-a-majig at the Papa View, Tal? Will it will it? �Cos my opponents is like lotsa people� not just one or two, but there�s lots. First I gotta beat this returning El Thingador who doesn�t barely even know that I am The Jackrabbit, Television Champion, and bestest person ever�. See, he�s all so wrapped up in everythin� with Sully and Odjie and some chappy in a suit� he looks really silly, donchya think Tal, all dressed up in a silly suit and tie and looking all posh like he�s going to some really fancy party where everyone goes �how d�you do?� and you go �hihi!� and they look at you all funny, donchya think?� TALON: �Farewell, Jay�� THE JACKRABBIT: �Oh! Oh, right�� The Jackrabbit nods hastily and turns towards the entrance, hop-skipping down the steps one by one. He looks back over his shoulder, but Talon gives him a cold and near-on expressionless glare, which causes The Jackrabbit simply to bite his bottom lip and continue into the crypts. Naturally inside the tomb it is dark, and when the huge stone door slammed shut behind The Jackrabbit it became even darker. The place is dimly lit by flaming torches hung on the falls, allowing The Jackrabbit and his camera crew to see the walls and floors of solid stone, marked with runes in some places, cobwebs hanging down from others and a bat or two making a creepy squawking noise from somewhere above. THE JACKRABBIT: �Uhhh�. Okay, this is stereotypically creepy! I don�t think I wanna be here no more, actually, lemme out lemme out! Oh� well� I suppose I should just keep on walking and talking, or talking and walking, I can never work out which. Yup, that�s it, I can be all distracted by my �insane wamblings� about this and that, that and this, him and her without the her. Eeny meeny miney mo, catch a Zimmy by the toe, the big bad Odjie says it is not you�. Okies, Pete Parker. Okay, this one I is actually a little worried about. Let me list the reasons. Spider sense. Sticky hands. Web shooters. Spider strength. Spider agility. If Parker beats Sully, and when I beat El Thingador, I could be going head-to-head, ears-to-ears and fist-to-palm with Spiderman, and that is kinda scary. Spidey may be good though, but I think with some� uhh� detonation and� slimeena� yeh, I can beat him. He may be Spiderman but I be Jackrabbitman, haha!, and everyone knows rabbits are bigger and betterer than spiders �cos rabbits can just tread on spiders and make them go squish just like if Parker gets in the ring with me, he too will go squish. Hehe.� The Jackrabbit turns a corner and instantly lets out a blood curdling scream. He leaps a mile, only to find that he is staring, eye-to-eye, at a statue and screaming bloody murder at the inanimate object. The statue, like most of this creepy crypt, is made of stone and rises up, a granite figure of an eagle, its beak pointed to the darkness above. The Jackrabbit deeps breaths and, quite typically, breaks into a fit of laughing at himself. THE JACKRABBIT: �Hehehehe! Oh my, oh dear, that was almost almost almost as bad when Jack Sully beat me in the ring, six-seven-eight�. Uh, one-two-three� and then that dude in the suit shouts �And here be your winner� JACK SULLYVAN!� That was nasty. But won�t be letting it happen again, ohhhhh no. Let�s pretend Sully beats Spidey for a minute now. Heh. And I beat Thingador, of course, it�ll be Jackrabbit and Jack Sully in God� uhh, I mean, Mistah Odjie� knows what kinda match. Well that would be interesting indeedy �cos it�d be like the rematch of the century! Or summat. Arghahaha! Well Jack, this Jack is the better Jack now, see. Sully just got lucky, oh yes, won�t be getting lucky this time. Unless Spidey beats him, that�s probably lucky �cos it means I won�t get to show him what it means to hold a win over me me me, The Jackrabbit� that�s me!!� Again The Jackrabbit turns the corner but this time he does not find himself facing a completely unfrightening and yet scream-worthy statue, but instead he finds the center of the tomb. Around the tomb, equally set, are a pile of ashes, with a skull on top of each. From each there are lines going towards the next but one skull, making a big five pointed star, focusing infernal energies. Slowly the camera zooms into the tomb itself, and there upon it is the symbol of a beautifully ornate cross, yet this is burnt almost beyond recognition, and around it grows strangling plants, such brambles and vines. On it there is nothing. The Jackrabbit blinks and the camera visibly shakes in fear. THE JACKRABBIT: �Hmm� I don�t like it here. Oh dear, ick, oh no I don�t like it. But but� I �spose I should just hold my breath, count to ten and be brave. �Cos we all gotta do things we don�t like and stuff, just like I�m not gonna like facing Zimderella all over again. After all, I did beat him already, with ladders too!, and I did become the ICWF Telly Champion offa him. He must be at home cwying and cwying over the loss, �cos I bets it hurts, I wouldn�t know �cos I never lost a title belt in my entire life, hehehe! But seemin�ly like everyone else, Zimderelly is busy with his own little problems to ever realize he�s got big big matches coming up. Tal keeps on saying �you�re unprepared, Jay (wish he�d stop calling me that, already!), you don�t think about your match enough, Jay (and again!)� But does it look like I�m unprepared? Nope nope, I�m prepared but Zimderella and Dracy don�t seem like it. Oh wells, I beaten both of them Sentinels of somethingorother already in the past before now and after before then, and I will do it again if I have to. Time will tell� never heard time tell before. I mean, once, I sat in front of a clock and spoke to it. All day! And it still didn�t say nothing. Tried different ways of getting it to talk, tried being nice like Sharky, tried being mean like Dracy, tried speaking like one person like me, and tried speaking like a bazillion people like Angel, I tried blackmailing, bribing and threatening but still the time didn�t tell me nothing�� The Jackrabbit gives a small sigh when suddenly he feels an icy cold hand grip his shoulder. With a shriek he spins around and there, stood before him, is a ghost! The ghost has a long white body, with two eyeholes cut into the bed sheet, glaring at him. GHOST: �Uhh�� whooooooooohhhhhhoooohhhhh!� THE JACKRABBIT: �Uhh�. ARGHHHH!� The Jackrabbit runs hurriedly back the way he came, sweating profusely and screaming his lungs off, at the top of his voice, panting. Whether the ghost chased him or not he had no idea, but he knew he must keep running if he valued his life. That said, he hit the floor with a loud thump, having tripped over something lying on the damp stone floor. The Jackrabbit looks down and feels something caught around his leg but he ignores it, hopping to his feet and hurrying back towards the entrance, his hands waving above his head a bellow coming from his lips. Arriving at the heavy stone door exit, The Jackrabbit looks over his shoulder and realizes the evil ghost has stopped following. THE JACKRABBIT: �Oh good! I�m safe! Safe at last! Owwie, think I hurt my knees and hands when I feel over then. I�ll see if Tal can gimme a plaster with one of them dinosauruses on. I love them. This one time, I used a whole packet and I looked like a mummy of dinosaur land. Hehe. But don�t worry loyal �Rabbit Fans and unloyal �Rabbit Fans alike, this little boo-boo is nothing compared to the nasty boo-boos El Thingador will be getting at the Papa View, Mottum Five. You see, El Thingador may be the only one even clever enough to realize that The Jackrabbit is fighting at the tourney thingy, since everyone else fails to even mention me me me, their mistake methinks, but El Thingador and his �how d�you do� chap don�t. Oh no, they got files and files on me which methinks is kinda scary but no matter, this coming Papa View, Masters of the Mat apparently, the sickos are going to realize whoopsydaisy that they got given The Jackrabbit� that�s me!� as the first round dude. Ready Or Not, screwballs, Here Comes The Jackrabbit! Hehehe! The returning El Thingy may be preparing himself to be swept aside by the almighty almightiness of the great rabbit, thinking he�s a tortoise without realizing that this hare isn�t a hare, this hare is a rabbit, a jackrabbit, and jackrabbits don�t take rests on the road. Nu-uh, Thingador, when you race this rabbit, this rabbit gets to the end leaving little tortoise to toddle along. You got yourself a deal, Arghahaha, you can be the tortoise, I�ll be The Jackrabbit. Good luck, shell-boy. But whilst Shell-boy is preparing, the others aren�t. Angel, all focused on his belt, not realizing that Street Shark is just one big guy to leap over. What about The Jackrabbit, Angel? Dracy is so confused in his own little world and so caught up in �ohmigollygollygosh, I�m fighting a sentinel� that he�s forgetting everybody else� �specially me, The Unorthodox One.. never knew what that meant, but it sounds pretty� took me seven days to learn to say, was very proud of myself� uhh� where was I? And oh yes, Street Shark hasn�t said nothing prolly �cos he�s busy training, as if he isn�t big enough? Hehe. See, I know who I are fighting� Tal helped me learn. He told me everyone, and he told me that through one way or another I could end up any of the peoples entered in this tourney. I shrugged, I did, I told him I don�t care. I told him I�ll fight anyone, �cos it�s up to Mistah Odjie who I fight and methinks Mistah Odjie knows what he�s doing. That�s why he�s the boss here, see. Mistah Odjie knows he can trust The Jackrabbit to take good care of the Telly Title, that�s why he gived me the match with Zimderella, and Mistah Odjie knows that The Jackrabbit will do his very bestest in the Masters of the Mat. In fact, Mistah Odjie knows that come the Papa View, be it El Thingador, be it Sully or Spiderman, be it Angel or Street Sharky, or Dracy or Zimderella� Mistah Odjie knows that over all... The Jackrabbit will get The Last Laugh!!!� Naturally, The Jackrabbit bursts into fits of laughter which are abruptly cut short when he realizes the object wrapped around his ankle, seemingly whatever it was that tripped him earlier remains there. The Jackrabbit bends over and picks the item up, rolling it over in his palm. It is an amulet of solid silver, with runic symbols carved on the back and a clear gem inset on the front. The Jackrabbit�s eyes grow wide and he hurries up the stairs, tugging the heavy stone door open and exiting the crypts to show Talon his astonishing finding.