Research. Studying something to a point of knowledge in a subject to become the master of it. Preparation done with the intent of success; for it is said that he who knows is the master over he who doesn�t. Never can one be surprised if they know all the answers and see all that is coming their way. The element of surprise can be the cause of defeat and so it is in interests of the wise to eliminate such a possibility by knowing the upcoming inside out. The scene opens up. It is a familiar scene to the regular viewer of the ICWF, though perhaps one unknown to many. The scene though will become familiar to all as time takes its course. The viewer has been taken back inside the rotting wooden shack stood somewhere in the middle of no one knows where, alone and isolated from society and having only the weather to affect it. As always has been the way, the shack is littered with the unattended and apparently decorative objects representing the world of hardcore wrestling. Steel chairs, thumbtacks, 2x4s, barbed wire, chains, trashcans, kendo sticks, and much more are all scattered across the uncarpeted shack floor. The camera spins. There in the center of the room is a small, wooden, three-legged stool. However, the stool is not in use. No figure sits perched on it now. The camera moves again, in an unorthodox spinning motion. It comes finally to rest on a small wooden desk over in the corner of the shack. Like the stool, the table has only three legs and the only thing keeping it from falling to the ground is the wooden wall onto which it leans. A figure is seen kneeling down in front of the table; anyone�s guess as to why he did not drag the stool over is a good one. The figure is almost instantly recognizable to loyal viewers, simply from the long blonde hair tied back down his neck, or from the blue tartan shorts he wears. A small logo reading �ICWF� emblazoned just below the collar of the man�s black T-shirt is also a dead give-away. The figure stooped before the table is none other than The Jackrabbit. His attention seems to diverted at something; something away from the camera�s watchful gaze. The camera pans slowly to the left to reveal a series of leaflets spread out, arranged in no order around a small, round, glass object on the desk. An object filled with water; a goldfish bowl. Out of nowhere, The Jackrabbit speaks, although he was aware of the camera the whole time without even giving it a glance. Still his face has not turned to the camera. THE JACKRABBIT: �Howdy �Rabbit Fans!! Come join your Friendly Neighborhood Jackrabbit why don�t you? We got some fun fun fun in store for us today!� As if in obligation, the camera begins to spiral around until The Jackrabbit�s face is in view. Sure enough, he is wearing the sunshades he is so accustomed to, and wears an official Insane Massacre IV T-shirt depicting the Pay-Per-View event�s banner. The Jackrabbit looks past the goldfish bowl to the camera as he addresses the viewers through it. THE JACKRABBIT: �I�m doing� research! See, I reckons if I put efforts into learning how sharks and fishes work then I should have no problem beating one at Inferno! Makes sense, don�t it!? Of course it does, The Jackrabbit� that�s me, by the way!� always makes sense! See now here�s the thingy� Friday Night Inferno is going to take place soon, on�. Uhm� is it Thursday? It�s around about Thursday, anyways. And Mistah Odjie has put me in the ring with this Sharky guy� well he�s big and tough and all, and he puts peoples through tables and cars and things.. mm-hm, sure� but not me! Why why why O� Jackrabbit why? Because, you see, that would be funny. Now, Sharky don�t get to do things funny �less The Jackrabbit does things funnier. Why why why? Cos The Jackrabbit, that�s me!, always gets the Last Laugh. See, t�is like a rule almost!� The Jackrabbit starts to laugh madly to himself as the camera again turns. Tilting, into view comes the leaflets scattering the table. THE JACKRABBIT: �The nasty peoples at the aquarium threw me out, see? They wouldn�t let me pin a shark. No matters though, I will be pinning a Shark at Inferno anywho. A Street Shark, even. But just before they threw me out, I did a clever thing donchya know! I grabbed a bunch of these �ere leaflets so I could look and find out all about sharks. They tell me things and it�ll make me betterer at beating Street Shark come Inferno, see? Now, let�s see�� He opens up the first leaflet, flicking instantly to the shark page. Sure enough, the page is almost filled with information on the great white shark, and it from this information that The Jackrabbit begins to read. THE JACKRABBIT: �There are around four hundred species of sharks in the world's oceans - one for every million years of their existence on this planet�. Hm, so I spose that means there is lots of sharks, eh? That�s worrying, �cos I thought having one Shark in ICWF was bad enough? But four hundred!? That�s lots too many methinks! But no worries �Rabbit Fans and �Rabbit Fans alike, because Ready Or Not, Here Comes The Jackrabbit! Uh-huh that�s right, no matter how many Sharks there are in ICWF, The Jackrabbit will be ready to beat �em all and get the pin� uhh, pins. And well� it says �ere them sharks been around a while, but I think it�s wrong. �Cos everyone is saying Sharky is a �rookie sensation� but� well, he ain�t so sensational. The Jackrabbit has pinned sensations before� sensations ain�t so sensational if you asks me. What does sensational mean though, that�s the real question. Well uhh anyways, the only rookie that is gonna make a splash here is The Jackrabbit� well actually no, sharks make more splashes cos they live in water. Rabbits don�t, I don�t think. But nonetheless, the Jackrabbit will definitely�. Uhm� definitely eat more carrots than Sharky! Arghhahahhahah!!� He continues to read on. �Sharks are a long-lived group of fish - yet far from being primitive living fossils, most of them are highly sophisticated animals, perfectly adapted for the huge variety of lifestyles they follow� well I dunno what that means but I thinks it�s saying sharks are the greatest. They mays have lots of lifestyles but really truly really you only needs one lifestyle. A one where you win. See, that�s what The Jackrabbit is gonna do at Inferno. Win win wiiiiin! Aahah! So Sharky can be all soapicated, but The Jackrabbit is a winner� and the difference is phen� phern� great!� Again he lowers his eyes, grinning from ear to ear, letting himself focus on the leaflets. He finds himself though having to stoop particularly close to read the words; this comes as a result of him not removing his sunshades to read; perhaps that would have been too sensible. THE JACKRABBIT: �Some, like the notorious Great White, are nomadic predators, apparently wandering the seven seas - wherever their food can be found�. Hm! Predators? That means they eat people. Well hah, no Shark is going to eat The Jackrabbit! Don�t sweat it �Rabbit Fans worldwide! I told ya once, twice, thrice and I�ll tell you fource and fifce too! Rabbits eat Sharkys. Well come Inferno they will eats Sharkys! Great big Street Sharks. And he will be all wondering what went wrong and everyone will tell him one thing went wrong; The Jackrabbit� that�s me! The Jackrabbit, they will say, hit the Last Laugh, they will say, and you were pinned, they will say, on the mat, so you lose, they will say! Arghahaha! Predators are one thing but Sharky ain�t gonna be predatorizing this week. Nu-uh, this week is The Jackrabbits week. Just like that girlie felt, and just like DeMarko Freezey felt� The Jackrabbit is the� uhh� �nomadic predator� in ICWF now� just you waits and see� where was I?� Looking down, The Jackrabbit inspects the rest of the paragraph on the leaflet. Frowning at the words �territorial� and �plankton� he shrugs and tosses it over his shoulder. His gaze slowly rises now; with a large grin on his lips� he stares at the goldfish swimming in the glass bowl. THE JACKRABBIT: �See, I also got me something else! They wouldn�t let me go to see the fishies, so I bought my own fishies. Now I can watch and watch and watch the fishies do the silly little stuff that Street Shark does and swim around and around and around until they get dizzier and dizzier and dizzier� just wasting their time, just like Sharky, with not a worry in the world �cos they just don�t know that The Jackrabbit is waiting with his bucks bared ready to GNASH!!! And with a chomp chomp chomp The Jackrabbit eats the sharky all up and moves on to the next opponent. You see� right� here!� He points frantically to the Insane Massacre IV T-shirt he wears. Slowly his gaze turns back to the goldfish, again watching them as they swim absently around their tiny bowl... just as he says; with not a care in the world and the memory to allow it. THE JACKRABBIT: �See, that screwball loser DeMarko Freezey calls The Jackrabbit a roadblock. Well I ain�t sitting in no road, cos like that would be silly cos I would get run over and a SPLATTED rabbit is a useless rabbit! But a block perhaps� The Jackrabbit blocks Sharky from swimming his way to the top of the ladder� now see, everyone talks about this freakin� ladder but I have never seen it. But nonetheless (great word methinks cos it�s like three words all stuck in one)� nonetheless The Jackrabbit will be going up this �maginary ladder and Sharky will be going down� cos sharks can�t climb ladders cos sharks don�t have hands or paws. They have fins that just flap and flap and flap! Hahahah! Well Freezey is always wrong about everything, he thinks The Jackrabbit is the savior of humanity but that�s not true� he really is screwed up in the head, methinks. He needs a right mind like mine, see! But he wasn�t wrong bout the roadblock thing� we�ll see who�s blocking who come Inferno. Sharky isn�t going nowhere� see when you take away the bowl and the water right here, all Sharky becomes is a fish out water with no place to go.� To demonstrate the point, The Jackrabbit lowers his hand slowly into the goldfish bowl, quickly scooping one of the goldfish into his hand. Lifting his hand off the table a short way, The Jackrabbit then releases it. The fish hits the table with a splash, and begins flapping around frantically on top of the leaflets. The Jackrabbit watches this with mild fascination, the death throes of the goldfish clearly amusing him. THE JACKRABBIT: �See! See!? There is a method to the madness� That right there is �sactly how Street Shark is gunna be at Inferno. Flapping �bout like a fish out of water� why why why? �Cos come Inferno, come rain or shine� The Jackrabbit will get The Last Laugh!� Tipping back his head, The Jackrabbit begins to laugh crazily, his shrill voice rebounding around his shack home and he falls back onto his ass, simply sitting now on the cold concrete and laughing. The camera moves in slowly, fading out on the image of the goldfish flapping to its death on the three-legged table.