Death. The end of everything that we are, everything we were and everything we could have been. One way or the other all will face it and just like that nothing else matters. All we can hope is that we will be remembered when we are gone and that those we cared about go on happy without us� but what if we were faced with our own death, what if we could see it before us? Do we embrace or do we fight? The scene opens. The camera scans instantly almost as though its time is precious, every second counts. A thick fog clouds the area, a mist that hovers above the ground and rises further into the air than the eye can see. The ground is dry and cracked, lacking tarmac, unmarked and unwalked. A crackling of some sort can be heard off camera and slowly the view rotates to get the course of such a sound into the lens� view. The sight is magnificent, columns of a red and orange blaze; fire rising from houses. Not one of two houses, but a whole village of small stone houses, now fuelling the undying hunger of the flame. The stone houses look familiar to a regular viewer in this time slot� the wilderness? A bird-like screeching is heard, and the camera rises up to the sky� for a moment the flame seems to have followed, igniting the fog for just the blink of an eye, swirling around like a glowing cloud of ember, forming� suddenly the camera view switches to an extreme close up of the floor, clattering clumsily and a voice is heard off-screen� �Oops! Argh, what was that doin� there! I didn�t mean to� it was an accident I didn�t see it!!!� The camera adjusts itself slowly, looking back to the skies hastily but they are empty, a blanket of mist as before. Slowly, almost dejectedly the camera lowers itself, it�s view resting on a figure instead. The source of the voice heard seconds ago, a well-built man dressed in a pair of gray denim jeans and a black T-shirt depicting the image of a rabbit. This rabbit, white furred and red-eyed, is grinning crazily, showing the magnificence of its front teeth. The camera lifts� the man wears on his eyes a pair of sunshades, though why they are needed in such a fog-covered landscape is anyone�s guess, and has blonde hair pulled back over his shoulders. Over the man�s shoulder is a belt� leather strap and fake golden plates adorning it. Writing in thick black marking that none could miss are the words� �ICWF Jobber Champion�� of course, this man is self-proclaimed as that figure himself, The Jackrabbit. THE JACKRABBIT: �Hi-dey Hi Hi �Rabbit Fans and �Rabbit Fans alike! Been some time ain�t it!? No worries no worries, �cos ya got me now. Aaaaaall to yourselves. Oh oh, oh oh oh! Did you see me at the Papa-View!? I rocked didn�t I huh huh? First it was like� Sharky and Dr. Freeze� and everyone was thinkin� Sharky was big and gonna win �cos he was big and I was little but he was big. Silly peoples. �Cos guess what! Sharky didn�t win! Freezey did! Hah just kiddin! The Jackrabbit� that�s me!� won! That�s right, the winner was The Jackrabbit� that�s me, too! Here is your winner��. The Jackrabbit� that�s me as well, by the way. But just when everyone thought the night was finished. The Jackrabbit had beat Sharky and Freeze and they could go home and play� uhm, Battleships and eat nachos� The Jackrabbit comes out again! Why why why, you ask? Because he�d forgotten his wrestling boots in the ring? Nope! It was �cos The Jackrabbit� had another match! That�s right loyal Rabbit Fans, Mistah Odjie, the kind soul that he is let The Jackrabbit play in a� uhh�. Match where you throw each other around! He says to me� �Jackrabbit (that�s me!), I want you to go out there� and stay in the ring! And if one of those�� uhm� he said an f word� �throws you over the top, you hold on and stay in� you understand the rules of this match now?� And I nods my head and runs to the ring. Well I almost did what Odjie said�. �cept for Spiderman threw me out of the ring. That doesn�t matter though �cos I like Spiderman, he�s the bestest superhero. Never seen Superman sticking to anything! But! And there�s a but, oh yes, but! That doesn�t mean it�s A-OK for Spidey to toss The Jackrabbit out of the ring! Odjie told me to stay in and that�s what I was �sposed to do! So Spidey, if you�re listening� don�t think The Jackrabbit will take this one with a hop, skip, smile or laugh. Arhahahahahahahaha!� The Jackrabbit as he has spoken has managed to walk, or rather hop-skip, further and further from the burning buildings, now merely a faint crackling in the background. As more distance is put between The Jackrabbit and the fires, the area around him, the wilderness, slowly becomes darker and darker. Seemingly completely oblivious to this, The Jackrabbit continues on his way, mumbling and chatting to himself about sharks, spidermen and talons. Suddenly he trips right over something, doing an unintended somersault and landing flat on his back on the other side. The camera does an instant 180-degree spin, watching The Jackrabbit and he lies at the foot of a gravestones bedded firmly in the dry ground. Completely oblivious to the grave he lays on, The Jackrabbit just starts to giggle to himself about the fall. THE JACKRABBIT: �Oh dear dear dear! Fancy that, skipping along in the middle of nowhere, natter natter natter, when whoops! Who put that there! Ahahahaha, oh silly silly me, it�s just a gravestone, ahahah� uhh?� Realizing the words that just left his own lips, The Jackrabbit rolls over on the floor and stares, stunned at the gravestone. The camera zooms in, its built-in light clicking on to gives a clearly view through the blinding mist. Written on the gravestone is just a brief phrase of obituary. TO AN ACCIDENT. JAY. The Jackrabbit is seemingly in a rare state of stunned silence� pointing a finger slowly at himself, and then at the words on the grave, and then at himself again, he begins trying to put two and two together. Another rare occasion; he makes four. As though given an electric shock from a rigged ladder, The Jackrabbit leaps back from the gravestone, his sunshades falling from his face onto the soft mud and laying there neglected. THE JACKRABBIT: �I thought only dead people had graves? Well gee� I guess I�m dead! Like� oh my� like Casper! The Jackrabbit the Friendly Ghost� hm�. I prefer The Jackrabbit as a rabbit� wrestler-type rabbit�� Reaching down, The Jackrabbit gives his arm a sharp pinch� instantly responding with a high pitched squeal of pain. He then reaches up, and does it again. Owwwwwwwwww! He then reaches up, and starts tugging his ear� and his hair� seemingly, after much tugging and pinching of his own flesh, The Jackrabbit is satisfied. THE JACKRABBIT: �I don�t seem very dead� so why is this gravestone here..� �It would appear that you have come across the grave, Jay.� Both The Jackrabbit and the camera�s view spin around from the crouched position in front of the gravestone. Standing before him is a large figure, towering over him and almost silhouetted in the mist. Long brown hair flows out from under a black hood, which is part of a long black cloak wrapped around a leather jacket and dark jeans. The Jackrabbit seems almost fearful for all but a second, when it dawns on him who stands before him. THE JACKRABBIT: �Tal! Why am I sat on my grave, Tal?� TALON: �You are sat on a memorial of what was, Jay, of what should have been. A grave dug for what you were without knowing then of what you... are.� THE JACKRABBIT: �I�m The Jackrabbit� and I was comin� to see you you you!� TALON: �Indeed it seems you failed to heed my warning of never crossing this distance without my prior consent� why do you dare the wilderness, Jay, when before you faces the toughest match of your career in ICWF?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Mumbo jumbo jumbo mumbo, I wanted to come have biscuits and tea with you, silly! I know I gotsa face� uhh� that� uhh�� TALON: �Jack Sullivan.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Yup yup, that�s the chap! Sully, I know I am facing him at Inferno�. But that�s okay, �cos I�ll just go and beat him like what I done to Street Sharky and Dr. Freeze. I means, how hard can he be?� TALON: �He is the ICWF Hardcore Champion.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Arghahahahahahaha!!! Sooooooooooooooooooo what? I�m the Insane Championship Wrestling Federation Jobber Champion! He pats the belt on his shoulder with a very-mistaken pride. You know what that means, Tal? That means I�m better than Sully. Why why, why oh why? �Cos I am the champion of everyone with a job! Sully has a job, yes? Yes! I asked Mistah Odjie to make sure and he said �Yes!� So it figures right, that The Jackrabbit is better than Sully in each and every way! Mm-hm!� TALON: �Your logic is amusing at best, my old friend, though still you have a lot to learn. Come.� The Jackrabbit literally hops to his feet walking alongside Talon as he heads away from the gravestone bearing The Jackrabbit�s original name. THE JACKRABBIT: �Wait wait! Say it Tal, say it!� TALON: �Say what, my friend?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!� TALON: �Surely though you would prefer to say it yourself, Jay?� THE JACKRABBIT: �You know, you are sooooooooooo right! Ahaha! Sully� The Jackrabbit will get the Last Laugh!� The two friends reunited begin to walk further into the depths of the wilderness, the enigmatic Talon hanging behind The Jackrabbit, who skips ahead, before casting a final glance at the gravestone he once laid down for a lost friend.