Friendships made with the aim of companionship, made with those of like mind. The more time is spent, the closer and closer these friends can become, the stronger and stronger the friendship grows. And should there come a point when the friendship is broken, the effects can be devastating on one or both of the party. What affect, long or short in term, this might have is� anybody�s guess. The scene opens. The camera has been traveling a long and fatiguing distance, as is somewhat evident by the wearied shaking of the scene. As before, a misty fog covers the area around, making the two figures that walk ahead difficult to distinguish, silhouetting their large forms. A rolling of thunder sounds, lightning giving a brief enlightened glimpse of all around. Vastness, empty� note the lack of anything here, for there is no inhabitation. No life, no structure to this unusual scene. There appears no floor at times, a solid ground flickering beneath the lens of the camera, sometimes there and sometimes not. There is some sort of chanting, by whom or what is yet to be determined. The camera moves closer� there is so little to see but these two figures, walking deeper and deeper into nothing. The smaller of the figures, it can be seen, wears upon his upper torso a black T-shirt, freeing his muscled arms to the cold winds that blow his loose blonde hair around his shoulders, over which a gold plastic-plated belt is draped. The figure walks beside him, both his arms folded behind his back, a leather trench coat clinging loosely to his form, blowing at his back in the breeze, his long brown hair also lifted by these winds. They walk beside one another, the former skipping joyfully whilst the latter walks at a haste-filled pace, ICWF�s The Jackrabbit and Talon, seemingly from the scene in which they were left. THE JACKRABBIT: �Hey Tal, where d�ya say we�re goin� again? Oh tell me tell me tell me pleeeeease!� TALON: �There is much you yet do not know, that which you fail to see. With hope, your eyes will change that for you.� THE JACKRABBIT: ��course my eyes change what I sees, eyes do aaaall the seeing, screwball!� This response is warranted with a shake of Talon�s head. TALON: �You are traveling to that which should never be remembered and even less forgotten. The Mists of the Past do not forget, Jay, as you or I might.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Ohhh I see�. Serious stuff yup, but does it have cake and ice-cream there, that�s the real question ain�t it Tal?� Again this remark, or question, is not met by a response from Talon, continuing to walk with The Jackrabbit following behind, playing a hopping game with himself; to try to meet every three of Talon�s steps with one hop, whilst avoiding on treading on mist. Naturally, he finds this task just slightly difficult, as the �white cloudy stuff� is omnipresent. With a thump, The Jackrabbit collides into Talon�s back, the larger wrestler having stopped moving. Sitting now on the featureless ground, The Jackrabbit looks up, his bright blue eyes following Talon�s outstretched arm and pointing finger. TALON: �Behold, my friend.� The camera uses a zoom feature to follow the direction of Talon�s gesture, and it sets upon another figure now in the misty distance. This figure, as the screen gets closer it can be seen, his hunched up on the floor. Beneath the muddied knees of his denim jeans lies dead leaves, and around him trees that rise up, their tops hidden above the mists. The figure, his long brown hair rain-soaked and hanging down his back and over his face sits with his head down, almost touching the ground, his arms hugged around his head. He wears a T-shirt, black and torn badly from one thing or another, blood in various places where it has ripped by blade or other means. The Jackrabbit just stands now, his head slightly cocked onto one side, a couple of uncharacteristic steps being taken towards the figure. THE JACKRABBIT: �Saul�?� TALON: �BEHOLD BUT DO NOT INTERFERE.� Roughly Talon pulls The Jackrabbit back away from the hunched figure. The camera turns back to him, Saul, in time to see him lift his head, his back going straight as he does, a bellowing cry leaving his lips, drowning out the faint chanting heard from nowhere. The camera now beholds the face, dark brown eyes beneath wet hair, tonsils and tongue red and sore from such screams of anguish� of pain, and of loss. The figure, it is seen, is Talon. A Talon of years gone by, perhaps. Thunder rolls and lightning strikes as though on cue, the mists swirling dangerously around the figure. Slowly the trees begin to fade from around this ethereal figure, and the leaves beneath him with them vanish. There is nothing left, nothing but the figure, a second cry leaving him, a screech in fact akin to that of a bird of prey, a hunter of the skies. Tears spring free of the eyes of Talon, the younger Talon, the torn and bloody Talon. The Jackrabbit leaps forward, an arm outstretched to comfort him, to comfort the grieving soul. But the present Talon does not allow it, pulling The Jackrabbit back, but failing to silence his words. THE JACKRABBIT: �It�s okay, it�s okay Saul! Don�t cry! It�s not that bad, it�s okay really really! Stand up and we can go and play something� games, we can play games! Ice-cream, I�ll give you ice-cream! Yus! Come on, get up Saul� your knees are all dirty and your T-shirt is icky and ripped� get up! Umff-mfmf-mfmf--� Talon�s palm silences The Jackrabbit as the image fails, fading and vanishing, a single tear wetting the misted floor. The Jackrabbit growls against the hand and, with the ethereality now gone, leaving behind it nothing but an emptiness, Talon releases The Jackrabbit, speaking quickly before the whining can begin. TALON: �You see what I felt when it was done, Jay. I thought I had been the cause of the demise of my friend. There was pain, Jay. Torment. Anger. Hate.� The Jackrabbit�s reaction is unexpected, even by Talon, as he turns around and starts thumping on the larger man�s chest with clenched fists, hitting him weakly as though to punish him. THE JACKRABBIT: �You bad bad bad man! You shouldn�t show them things, they�re not funny! I want to watch fun things like Ghostbusters and the Magic Roundabout, not things like that! Why did you show me that, Tal?� TALON: �For now you have seen the deep rent that your loss created, the pain the flowed forth. I have shown you the truth, Jay, more than you have believed. Yet that is the past, and is done. History does repeat itself, pain is cycle. Will that cycle come around on Jack Sullivan? Can you make him scream and weep, can you make him feel a physical pain to match the mental that once I felt?� The Jackrabbit�s fists fall limp, his entire attitude changing almost with the click of his fingers at the challenge laid down before him. All evidence of the images from the past just presented to him is gone, and a hysterical laugh leaves his throat, echoing around the wilderness. He walks now, pacing in a circle, chattering and mumbling as Talon stands, arms folded. THE JACKRABBIT: �Ready? Ready ready ready? Ready or Not, Tal, Here Comes The Jackrabbit! I don�t just say it, I means it too donchya know? If Sully reaaally needs to get hurt at Inferno, Tal, then I will hurt him? Why why oh for the love of ice-cream why, you ask? I�ll tell you why, basically �cos I said it and really it�s my job to! I�ll hurt Sully cos Saul screamed all loud and stuffs. Saul was upset just like Sully will be. �Cos Sully will be all crying and like �ooooooooooh dear, I lost to The Jackrabbit� but that�s okay, �cos only babies cry. But�. Oh my dear gosh wait�. That means Sully�s a baby! Arghahahahahha! I knew it!� TALON: �He claimed though that he would show you the meaning of pain, old friend.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Ooooooooooooooooooooooooh that�s poor� rich� poor�. Which one is it, Tal? Ah-ah, no matter! I already know the meaning of pain, Sully! It�s when you prick your finger and say �OWWWWW!� That�s pain, Sully. That�s real pain. But I been hurt before, Sully. You know why I been hurt? �Cos I�m a wrestler and that�s what wrestlers do! But you forget, Sully� I�m also the Jobber Champion! That means I�m the best jobber in the entire company, Sully! That means there is no jobber that is more of a jobber than The Jackrabbit� that�s me!� and that means that I am more of a jobber than you, Sully� �cos I am the champion of all jobbers! Says it right here!� The Jackrabbit taps the spoof Jobber Title belt on his shoulder, whilst Talon shakes his head and decides to say nothing. �You haven�t got a comeback for that, Sully! Oh come back! Hehehehe! See what I done there? See it, Tal? Come� back� Arghahahah! He hasn�t got a comeback �cos there isn�t one! Hardcore champion�. Pffffft, that�s nothing compared to being the First-ever ICWF Jobber Champion, hand-picked� or finger-picked, even!� by Mistah Odjie himself! Arghahahaha! Sully� you think you can win this by just giving me a Gameboy? You think that�s how you�re going to win this do you?! Well I�ll have you know, Sully� bribery isn�t going to win you this match on Saturday! Only wrestling will do that. But it won�t. But it can. I mean though, that it can but it won�t. Not it will. Ohhhhh no! Like that doggy on TV� ooooooh yes. Only ooooooooooh no! See, slightly different�� TALON: �Are you done�?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Oooooooooooooooh yes!� Talon simply rolls his eyes, grabbing Jackrabbit by the collar and dragging away from the camera, seemingly aggravated by his friend�s antics. The Jackrabbit tries to call something at the camera about �getting the Last Laugh� but it is muffled by the grip Talon has on his collar. The fog swirls around the two as they leave the mists of the past behind.