Discovery; finding out or ascertaining something previously unknown or unrecognized. Sometimes we know what we seek to discover, heading towards it be it a feeling or emotion, a person or a physical item; sometimes in hope of discovering it before someone else or sometimes before time runs out. Other times we discover merely be chance, by accident, an unintended discovery, sometimes of relevance and other times not, sometimes at the expense of those seeking to discover. THE JACKRABBIT: �Talon! Talon!� The scene opens. A figure darts past the camera, giving it just enough time to notice the black T-shirt it wears, the blue denim jeans, long blonde hair and a pair of sunshades pushed up onto its head, as well as the leather, plated belt over his shoulder. The figure is also, apparently, male. The scene itself, the camera focuses to notice, is a corridor, made entirely of a dull stone, with portraits of various things, some being images of people, others of birds of prey; hawks, eagles, and falcons in particular. There is also the odd landscape hung up, though the scenes portrayed look unearthly, or semi-earthly at best. The figure, clearly ICWF�s Television Champion, The Jackrabbit , is hurriedly making his way down this corridor, a silver amulet gripped in his hands. With a thud, the wrestler hits another, larger man. A man in a black, leather trench coat and torn jeans. Talon. Talon arced a brow, slowly lowering his gaze to look at The Jackrabbit who lay now on the floor. TALON: �Why are you running through my halls screaming blue murder, Jay?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Uhh� Uhh�. I found something in that creepy place of yours!� Talon gave the silver amulet a small glance and then nodded his head, over which fell long brown hair. TALON: �Come.� Talon made his way up the set of spiraling stairs that the corridor ended at, and The Jackrabbit hopped to his feet and hastily followed. Talon pushed open a large, hard and worn oaken door and entered a room of his Dark Tower, followed closely by his friend and tag-team partner, The Jackrabbit. The door collides on its hinges with the stonewall, which stretches around, almost completely undecorated save for a bookcase holding innumerable books. The main contents of this room are two large, overstuffed chairs resting on a lush, thick rug. Besides one of the chairs is a small chess table, it�s corners curling up into four separate eagle statuettes. To the right of the room, against a bare wall, is an open fire, the sole source of both heat and light. Talon gestures The Jackrabbit into a seat, then takes the amulet from him looking it over, muttering as he does. TALON: �Did you learn anything to aid you in your match, Jay?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Uhhhhhhm�.. nope! But I did get scared out of my wits, screamed for my mummy and found that there funny silver thingy. But you know what, Tal? Do ya do ya? I don�t need to learn nothing �cos I�m A-okay super-duper ready for this Masters of the Mat stuff. Peoples are starting to pay attention to me, now, Tal, but it�s all too late really. No matter, the �Rabbit Fans, all the bazillions of them, along with the Odjiefans..� To this Talon rolls his eyes and bites his lip; an internal struggle to not point out to him that there are no fans of ODJ in ICWF audiences. ��they all knows that The Jackrabbit� that�s me!� is gonna get the Last Laugh over some of the screwballs in this tourney. Me old mate Dracy has remembered that he could end up facing The Jackrabbit at the Papa View, buts he said some cruel cruel things. Dracy thinks The Jackrabbit is fodder!? How dare he!? Well, actually, I dunno what fodder means but it sounds icky. Dracy forgets methinks that it was me me me that took the TAW Canadian Title from his grasp. Dracy forgets that it was me me me that eliminated him from the GWO Gauntlet thingamajig. Well maybe maybe Dracy will get a reminder in the tourney on the weekend. Maybe Dracy will feel that silly tingly feeling in his neck when me drives him into the squared circle� still don�t get what�s with that. Is it a square, or is it a circle? Hum..� TALON: �This amulet�� THE JACKRABBIT: �Oh oh! Hush! Lemme guess! It�s�. it�s a magical necklace from ancient mystic times that will glow when I get near the buried lost treasure of Never Never Land, and now we must gone a long, long adventure that will take several weeks of promos, to retrieve the treasure before the Dark Bandits of Reaping Death gets it first?� TALON: �No, Jay, it is junk. You may get two dollars for it at a pawnbroker�s.� The Jackrabbit blinks. Talon tosses the silver amulet back onto his friend�s lap. THE JACKRABBIT: �Nonsense, silly! This... uhh... thingy will actually lead me to a magical treasure that will gimme the powers to defeat all my opponents! Oh my golly gosh that�s right, incredible Tal! I could be the greatest wrestler in ICWF history all �cos of this magical lost treasure of the Lord� uhh.. Lord Bob! Not even Sully has this kinda power, Tal! Sully may think he be all betterer than everybody �cos he�s pinned most peoples, but does he really really have the power of Lord Bob? Nu-uh, nope, he don�t! Well Sully, even without the power of Lord Bob, you�re in for a SURPRISE, bozo! The Jackrabbit, see, he don�t like peoples beating him and he �specially don�t like peoples thinking it makes �em all greatness. Me hopes you get me in the ring, Sully, so we can rock and roll and rumble and� uhh� rumpelstiltskin together! And when we does, Sullyboy, you won�t be getting no last laughs. Nu-uh, remember something Sully! The dude who laughs last is the dude what laughs loudest, and eeeeverybody who is eeeeeeeverybody who is aaaaanybody knows that The Jackrabbit can laugh loudest. Arghhahahaha! Sully, knock some sense sense sense into your pal Spidey�s head �cos he keeps thinking Thingador be in the next round. Nu-uh. See Spidey, Thingador�s got The Jackrabbit in round one two three� uh, one� and that means Thingador isn�t actually getting to play with his other liddle friends �cos he�s going down down down. No amount of funny chaps in funny suits is gunna fix that. �Cos you got men in suits, El Thingy, but I gots Talon, and Talon is betterer than men in suits. Talon is gunna beat some kid to get him a title so then me and him both gots titles� SNAP! Hehehe.� The Jackrabbit grins across at Talon and hops up out of the seat, hurrying out of the study room. Clutching one hand around the silver amulet, and another flat on his Television title, The Jackrabbit scurries down the stairs and back along the corridor headed for the exit. The scene closes and reopens as The Jackrabbit is seen inside the hut that was established as his home in his first week in the ICWF, but has remained unseen on Insane Television since. The hut is made solely of half rotted wood, as usual, and is typically littered with hardcore items, ranging from trash cans, steel chairs and 2x4s to barbed wire, thumb tacks and, The Jackrabbit�s favorite hardcore weapon, spray paint cans. Amidst the mess lie two title belts, tossed uncaringly down, one bearing the Canadian flag and the other with the words �Wellfy Communa� felt-tipped on the front. The camera is roaming over what the self-proclaimed Unorthodox One had once called his Junkyard of Hardcoreness, and so is a piece of memorable or unmemorable Jackrabbit history. The Television Champion himself is seen sitting amongst this hardcore mess, packing belongings into a child�s rucksack of the colors red, green, yellow and blue. In goes stacks of maps, countless bars of chocolate and candy, a flask of Ribena, (from past mistakes he has learnt to put the lid on this time), a compass that is clearly made of cardboard held together with sticky tape, and, into the top, a teddy bear. THE JACKRABBIT: �Okay, okay, this right �ere is all the stuffs I am taking on my journey to find the secret powers of Lord Bill. This stuff has taken me through fat and slim� no, tall and short� uh... this stuff is great. But before I can get down to my amulet followings, I gotta worry about this Papa View coming up. First round, El Thingador. Well, from what I bin hearing offa Tal and the tele, me being Tele Champ and all that, is that Thingador is actually some legend in his own right and stuffs. No matter though, �cos I am legend amongst loyal �Rabbit Fans and it doesn�t really matter if he�s a legend or no �cos Tal says I have the �stanima and techniculty� to outlast Thingador. Tal says he�s super fast and lightweight, and I gotsa make sure he stays lying on the floor. I saids to Tal that I could just jump up and down on him like a pesky ant, but Tal just shook his head. Dunno what that means. Mistah Odjie�s bin telling me that when I beats Thingador� and I has to beat him �so he won�t move never ever again� cos Mistah Odjie really hates his guts� then after that, I gotta face those �beeping FTFs�� Odjie didn�t say beeping, but the word did begin with the letter B� hehehe. I said for him not to worry though; I told him his Friendly Neighborhood Jackrabbit isn�t frightened of Spiderman and his lozza lozza women� and I certainly ain�t scared of no Sully, he�s gunna get what�s coming to him. Mistah Odjie knows I ain�t gonna let them FTF get away with saying swear words at the �Rabbit Fans worldwide and everywhere else too. I beat Street Shark before; nothing left to say on the matter. I researched him inside out and outside in, he�s big but he falls �cos of it. Angel is a ikkle more confuzzling, �cos of all the heads inside his head� don�t make sense to me �cos methought peoples only had one head �cept for nasty monsters off the Tele. No matter, Angel thinks he can be just like me by speaking all silly, well Angel be wrong. Only one Jackrabbit here, always is, always was, always will be, and always is. As for the one chappy I ain�t mentioned; well guess that�s Zimderella. Not �cos I don�t think Zimderella is a challenge, it�s just �cos I don�t really think Zimderella is a challenge. Hehehehe. I beat ya already Zimmy, mehopes I don�t gotta do it all over again. That�s like watching Teletubbies; everything is always the same! Let�s hope we ain�t playing reruns on this tele, hm Zimmy? Would be like standing in the way of someone throwing bricks, trying to stop �em with your head�. I tried it, and lemme tell ya �Rabbit Fans� it does NOT work. Only at Masters of the Mat, screwballs will be trying to stop rabbits instead of bricks. But when is said, and when all is done, and all is said and done and said, The Jackrabbit will get the Last Laugh� once� twice� three times over! Heheheheh!� And with the catchphrase rolling seamlessly off his tongue, The Jackrabbit tips back his head and laughs wildly, swinging his multi-colored backpack onto his back and hurrying out of his home into the vast greens that isolate it from most of society.