A one-way portal was their access, everything being laid bare to them while they veiled themselves behind it. His ills, his omens, as he sat alone, entirely unaware of their scrutiny. This was their means of observation, their method in their failing attempts to understand. Libor Radnik was his watcher now, monitoring his most minute movements and behaviours, recording a template from which to base the upcoming stimulations and provocations. It is with a contemplating sigh that Libor tucks the biro behind a wisp of greying hair above his ear, and turns to face the man before him. A man in a grey suit, with a yellow tie, and a misplaced baseball cap. STEVIE SOL: �So what�s the problem with him, Doctor?� The man in the white overcoat gives a condescending chuckle, and shakes his head. DR. RADNIK: �Mr. Sol, I think you don�t quite understand the position here now. The� preliminaries give us only a measure. Until we examine the patient, we cannot provide you or your company with analysis. You understand?� STEVIE SOL: �Yes, yes. Alright Doctor, do what you can� we need answers.� DR. RADNIK: �You will have answers, Mr. Sol. We begin the examination.� The camera fades to white, but shortly returns within that enclosed room which the observers observed. The mirror stands where once there was a window, the portal closed to the inhabitant of the whitewashed enclosure. The room is a living montage to symmetry, a barren duress of blank. And in the centre, on a chair, cuffed by one wrist only, is a man. The man, his blonde hair matted down his neck and shoulders, looks serene for one in his position. A wide small crosses his face, his eyes shielded by untelling shades, and he seems almost to be bouncing in his chair, oblivious to the one arm that moves less than the other. He is still clad in his tartan shorts and black T-shirt, proudly bearing the insignia of the New Legends of Wrestling promotion, and he appears to have been permitted to retain his World Tag Team championship belt. Of course, The Jackrabbit sits here alone. But with an odd air of knowing, he turns to face the camera. THE JACKRABBIT: �Howdy �Rabbit Fans and �Rabbit Fans alike! Welcome to the house of fun, hahahah! At least, you know, this is what I thinks this place could be. A nice happy holiday for Your Friendly Neighborhood Jackrabbit! Stevieo brought me here, and though I runned and runned, he catched me like the good little Stevieo he is. That�s the worst part about Hide n� Seek I find� when you get caught. Still, he did, and I did, and you did, and here we all are. They been asking me lots of questions, them doctors and nurses. I think they think I�m sick. But it�s possible that they think that I think they think I�m sick, so maybe they�re pretending. At least, I think they think that I think that they think I�m sick. Who knows? Hahahahah! As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, they asked me lots of questions. They asked where I come from, I told them wherever I�ve been before coming. They asked me what my name was, for official files of course, so I gave them my full name: The Unorthodox One En-El-Dub Tag Team Champeeno of the World Three-Eighths Of Fusion Jackrabbit. I reckon my fractions impressed �em. Then they asked me what I been thinking mostest about lately, and I told �em about Aphrothingamabob and The Felix. They asked what I meant, as if they didn�t already know haha, and I told them about Uprisening with the big match and I told them about the bit where I win. I told them about Aphypie and her troubles she�s been having with the nasty talking animals in the big chairs; I asked them if they could get hold of Dr. Dolittle for me, �cos them being doctors and all, �cos I figured Dr. Dolittle could help Aphywotsit out� he talks to the animals too, you know? Then I told �em about The Felix, and about all the problems he�s been having with his likkle cave and the polices and the monsters under his bed. He�s a bit afraidy of them. Aphykins told him all about the monsters she sits in chairs with, got ol� Felix a bit spooked. They asked me what could be done to help him, seeing as how I had the solutions to Aphydodahs problems. I told �em that if there�s something strange, in Felix�s neighborhood, who they gonna call? Ghostbusters! So I�m hoping they�ve relayed that advice to Felix. He�s got a big wedding and things to plan after all. See, now hopefully with all my help, Aphrowotsit and Felix can get past their issues and actually concentrate on our big match at Uprisening. Hahahahaha!� Somewhere, a tape recorder clicks. The Jackrabbit continues to laugh, head tipped back, maniacally, hysterically, as the reinforced steel doors swing open, permitting admission to one Dr. Libor Radnik. Radnik briskly approaches the table at which The Jackrabbit sits, his overcoat billowing around him, and places a handful of papers down on the table. The Jackrabbit seems to peak a look, but Libor Radnik doesn�t bother to cover them up from him. DR. RADNIK: �Good afternoon, Jay.� If Radnik could see through mirrored sunshades, he�d have noticed the glower. He seemed to register it somehow anyway. DR. RADNIK: �Jackrabbit. How are you being?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Coping thankee, Doc. I�ve been having these terrible coughs, you see, and I wondered if..-� Radnik cuts him off, choosing to ignore his patient�s game. DR. RADNIK: �I have more questions for you, Jackrabbit. You like questions, yes?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Oh yes, yes yes yes! Is they going to more exciting questions abouts Uprisening and En-El-Dub and Aphydiddums and The Felix?� DR. RADNIK: �Why? Are they important to you, Jackrabbit?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Oh yessum, very important. Without them, who would I have to beat at Uprisening. I guess there�s always them Sauces City people� again. But the �Rabbit Fans would probably get bored of seeing them lose every time they wrestled, so that wouldn�t be much fun. But I joke, I joke, Aphroman and Felix will do just fine. They�re both good competinators, and even though Aphydoodle went and joined the Sauces City, she�s still the baddest of the best bunch.. no, wait? Uhm� anyways, as I was saying, Felix is on a bit of a roll after his big win over Dracey� not that I�m making any �rolling jokes� about him being fat, you know I wouldn�t do a thing like that, Doc. I�m just not the joking type, y�know? The Jackrabbit has a reputation as the �straight man of Fusion� to uphold, hahah! But as much as I likes Aphydingdong and Felix, that won�t change what I get up to in the ring at Uprisening. It�s not really a ring, though, is it? It�s square, after all! That won�t change a thing either though, Doc, this match is no Plaque or Flamey, this match is a real test before the big tournie-thingy I get to play in. Unfortunately for Felix, he�s not the only one who eats rolls. I eat rolls too. Ice-cream rolls. And this Wednesunday, hehe, The Jackrabbit is gonna be rolling into Uprisening, rolling over Aphy and Felix, and rolling his way to another Last Laugh! Ahahahahahahahhaaaa!!! Did you want to add anything, Doc?� DR. RADNIK: �No no, I think� I think you covered everything, Jackrabbit. Your match is interesting, I�d say, but no, today, I�d like to talk about you.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Oooooh, I see! Okay.. well I�m a bit over six-foots, I have bootiful blonde hair and purrty eyes. I like to play games and have fun, and aside from wrestlin�, my main hobby is laughing-� Again Radnik ignores the idiocy, shuffling quickly through his notes. The Jackrabbit cuts off, seeing the passive expression on the doctor�s face. Patiently, he rocks side-to-side, giving his title belt a quick shine with his free hand. Eventually, Radnik looks back up. DR. RADNIK: �And can we talk about Talon some, perhaps?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Oh yes, yes. Talon is my bestest friend in the whole wide world, he is Tag Team Champeeno like me, and at Uprisening he�s gonna be beating up Jacko and some other guy to become another Champeeno of some sort or another. It�s very exciting, doc!� DR. RADNIK: �Very exciting, yes. But you weren�t always friends with Talon, were you Jackrabbit?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Uhm, yes..� �No.� �Yes.� �No.� �Yes.� DR. RADNIK: �We have done our research, Jay. I�ve seen tapes from TAW. I�ve seen tapes from GWO. There was tension in ICWF a bit. You can�t change the evidence, I�m afraid. You can�t change what thousands and thousands of people saw live on their TVs.� For the first time during the interview, The Jackrabbit looks a little unsettled. He fidgets in his chair, and also for the first time, displays awareness of the shackles on his wrist. Nonetheless, he remains calm. THE JACKRABBIT: �Methinks your research be wrong, Doc. Talon and me always been good chums, since we was kiddies y�know?� The camera is lost in a monochrome haze, the black and the white distorted by the colours. The buildings rise high, and somewhere in the mists there is a loud scream. The scream echoes, and reverberates, and a pair of isolated figures stagger down the sidewalk, their intoxicated retorts lost to the dynamic static of the landscape, moulding, shifting. From the mouth of just one of these men, a noise is heard; a throttled, but hysterical laugh, that fades seamlessly into the ever-present scream overhead. DR. RADNIK: �I know about your friendship as children, Jay. I know about it all. What I don�t know is why you refuse to admit it, Jay. I only want to help you.� For some reason it seems almost as though Libor Radnik is emphasising the word �Jay�, seemingly attempting to get a more expressive response from his patient. He gets nothing. Jackrabbit shrugs his shoulders, and adjusts his title belt on the one of them. THE JACKRABBIT: �Methinks you�re crazy.� DR. RADNIK: �Quite. This troubles me, truly. I�m afraid for now, you must stay. Perhaps we find out more over next few days, Jay? I cannot permit you to attend this� Uprising, over the weekend. There�ll be a few forms to-� But Libor is cut off as Jackrabbit leans across the table, his outstretched arm just inches from reaching the doctor. The wrestler growls angrily, hissing through gritted teeth, causing Libor Radnik to back up in his chair. THE JACKRABBIT: �No! No! I must go to Uprisening! I must face Aphy, I must face Felix, I must beat them and win and show them Sauces City and I must stay undefeated! You can�t, you can�t!� Again he lunges for the doctor, his sunglasses falling down to reveal desperate eyes. Radnik hastily pushes further away. �You can�t do this! Let me go to the show!!� And he falls back into his chair, looking almost pleadingly at the doctor. Radnik, for his part, takes the opportunity to grab his paperwork and rise from the table, backing up towards the door. His eyes are narrowed in contemplation. DR. RADNIK: �We�ll see� we�ll see.� Behind the mirror, a hand to his cap, Stevie Sol watches everything unfold. Libor Radnik looked flustered as he returned to the observation area, and Stevie Sol could see it. He was surprised. Had the doctor not expected an outburst, given the buttons he seemed willing to push? Adjusting his yellow tie to ease the tension forming around his own neck, Stevie Sol gave a playful smirk in the direction of the doctor. STEVIE SOL: �Get what ya� needed in there, Doctor?� DR. RADNIK: �Something curious, yes. You were right to bring him in, yes. But Mr. Sol, there is one thing unusual about him I wish to understand.� STEVIE SOL: �Just the one thing?� DR. RADNIK: �Yes, yes. The selective memory still I do not understand, but of more concern to me� how is a man who is so mentally unstable� how is he able to be so focused on his professional wrestling career?� STEVIE SOL: �Just one of the mysteries of The Jackrabbit, eh?� DR. RADNIK: �Perhaps. Mr. Sol, let him go to this Uprising. Let him wrestle this... He checks his notes. Aphrodisia Jordan and The Phoenix� if he is as focused as he seems to me, he will beat them, and then you will bring him back in. His next test shall be� how do you say� more intense?� STEVIE SOL: �I see how you�re thinking. I�ll have it arranged.�