Like a dark spire, the structure rises into the mists, a lone colossus in a desolate place. The fogs swirl around it, lifting the ashes of a thousand former embers into the thunderous night sky. Nothingness stretches for as far as the human eye might see, a vast void of black of ebony, a sea of whirling dust. At the very top of this tower, a dark figure emerges from the hidden confines, looking to the skies as an eagle, lost to the mist, caws eerily overhead. The figure screams loudly, his anger lost into the winds. The scene re-opens to a winding grey snake, forcing its concrete way through a flora of well-trimmed greenery. The path meets its end at the swinging doors of a clinical facility, its pristine exterior matching the immaculacy of the gardens laid before it. On this path, two figures walk, counterparts but so very different. Their incompatible lives having unwittingly combined within the last month. These two men, one in his long white overcoats and with his balding head, the other in a grey suit and yellow tie combo that has seemingly barely seen an ironing board, have been brought together for a single goal. Though their methods have previously been contradictory, each man has the same drive to uncover the mysteries of one man, the untold secrets of a person now known globally as New Legends of Wrestling Tag Team Champion, The Jackrabbit. Adjusting his cap atop his head to shield his eyes properly from the burning sun, Stevie Sol barely regards the much-older Libor Radnik as he speaks. The doctor, for his part, looks distracted also, and slightly agitated. STEVIE SOL: �So he�s going to show up, you reckon?� DR. RADNIK: �I�d honestly say, Mr. Sol� that I�m surprised he hasn�t already.� STEVIE SOL: �Well what do you plan to do about it, Doctor?� DR. RADNIK: �We have security in our labs for a reason, Mr. Sol. In an institute like ours, you have to expect attempts to break out� and attempts to break in.� STEVIE SOL: �Nothing to worry about, then. �You got any more ideas from the incident I caused back on Monday?� DR. RADNIK: �As I have already mentioned to you on the telephone, your actions pushed our research further faster than hoped. However, what you did caused the patient to react in a way, to a very specific stimuli, that we had not predicted� indeed, that even he could not have predicted.� STEVIE SOL: �So you�re basically saying that what I did triggered something� something even he doesn�t even know about?� DR. RADNIK: �Yes, Mr. Sol. I think so. Perhaps not something, though� Perhaps someone... The scene is morphed once more, to those same familiar colourless walls, that blank floor and ceiling, a complete contrast in purity to the gloom that surrounded the dark tower. Amidst his chaste surroundings, sits the recent inhabitant of this zone, clad still in his wrestling attire of blue longshorts, and sunshades, and wearing a black NLW t-shirt in place of his usual elbow and knee-pads. The Jackrabbit seems to have returned to his usual self after his latest outburst at the hands of Stevie Sol, and he is amicably bouncy in his chair as he sits at his small table inside his modest cell. However, something is out of place in this scene; The Jackrabbit displays a skill he has never before demonstrated. He is writing. Scribble after scribble appears on the page laid out before him, his handwriting scruffy and akin to a child�s, though he labours over it tirelessly. The camera zooms in, and gives a glimpse at The Jackrabbit�s attempt at writing laid out across the table. From the piece of paper of the jackrabbit One plus one is two 2day. the jackrabbit: Dear diary� can I help you, diary? I hasnt written 1 of you b4, but you nose I loves you, dont you? you can help put my life back 2geva, diary. you can teech me how 2 get out of this likkle mess, diary. You nose I loves you. Two plus two is four still 2day. the jackrabbit: Dear diary� what is a �bastard�, diary? Pizza Sfallover uses it sumtimes, but I dont nose what it means. Is it rel8ed to custard, diary? if it is, then it sounds yummy. they gives me ice cream here, but neva custard. I will ask the nice doctor for sum custard. As well as custard, Id like sumbody to talk to, diary. Pizza has sumbody to talk to. He�s lucky. Three plus three is eight. day after yesterday. the jackrabbit: Dear diary� you don�t unnerstand the pain im in, diary. I feel like a girl wearing foundation, sometimes. sept its cracked and stuck in sand. Pizza Sfallover is cracked 2, diary. he talks lots of nonsense. He talks bout custard and he cant even say �ship� propally. And he has a bad back which the jackrabbit� that�s me!� is going 2 punish lots and lots @ uprisening. I remember the last time we had coffee, diary. I dont like coffee like Pizza does so I will stick to my ribena, oki diary? I promise. Pizza Sfallover isn�t going to beat the jackrabbit at the event, diary. do you nose why that is? I�ll tell you what I think of Pizza Sfallover, diary. they�ll be my words and only mine, oki? I think he is an inconsissy journeyman with substanshul demons and a couple wins, or something to that effect. You see, diary� Pizza Sfallover thinks hes paintin pictures, which is very nice, but hes not painting pictures and the jackrabbit likes brushes and I like stroking but I isnt a brushstroke. Maybe with more training. Ill promise you 1 more thing diary. beating Pizza Sfallover and goin on in the gold russian tornie is gonna be my masterpiece. Sully will cry. Pizza�s mummy and daddy will cry. but I cant help it. Pizza is just another stepping stone. Thursday. Four plus four is 2 difficult to add up. 2morro the jackrabbit: Dear diary� I didnt ignore the footage of Pizzas high impact poorile offense. it was offensive. I was thinking of ways to counter it. there are no presents, diary. I like presents. but there is none. and there be none 4 Pizza at uprisening either. Its his own fault really. hes 2 busy living in the future, I�ve seen that film and it didnt work out well. As far as im concerned, it may as well already be February. You nose I loves you, diary. diary: I loves you 2 jackrabbit. The camera pulls out from the impromptu diary, spinning wildly around the stooped wrestler as he proudly puts a finish to his writing. He casually tosses the biro across the room, smiling with satisfaction and looking down on his work. Right on cue, the door behind him creaks and Libor Radnik enters the room, approaching the table. DR. RADNIK: �Did you enjoy your writing, Jackrabbit?� THE JACKRABBIT: �Oh yessum, Doc!� Radnik inspects the writing over his patient�s shoulder, giving an almost knowing smirk as he takes it up into his hand, with no actual intention of returning it to its author. DR. RADNIK: �I see you have been allowed to watch Mr. Svoboda�s wrestling promo�� THE JACKRABBIT: �Mmmhmm�. Dooooooc�?� The Jackrabbit�s voice comes with that trailing tone reminiscent of a child begging its parent for something. The doctor stops on his path to leave, and turns back to face the wrestler. DR. RADNIK: �Yes, Jackrabbit?� THE JACKRABBIT: �When do I get to have a straight-jacket, Doc?� DR. RADNIK: �Uhm, excuse me?� THE JACKRABBIT: �A straight-jacket, Doc� they always get to wear them in the movies�� Fortunately for Dr. Radnik, the door opens and Stevie Sol stands in the doorway, beckoning his contemporary out of the padded cell. STEVIE SOL: �Uhh� Doctor, you have a visitor�� With a parting nod to his mother, The Enigma crosses the hallway to the door which was indicated to him. He does not hesitate, or knock, as he pushes his way into the research office of Libor Radnik. The doctor is awaiting him, looking decisively flustered and making an attempt to look busy despite his anticipation of this intimidating arrival. Stevie Sol stands to the back of the office, leaning almost-casually against the far door, arms folded across his grey suit. DR. RADNIK: �Mr� uh.. Saul�� TALON: �My name, Libor, is Talon.� Libor Radnik looks ever more flustered by this opening comment, and his eyes cannot fail to notice the lead piping hanging loosely off the Hunter�s belt. Nervously, he shuffles some paperwork onto his desk. DR. RADNIK: �Ah yes, how.. how did you get past the security?� TALON: �It�s visiting hours, doctor.� DR. RADNIK: {hurriedly checking his wristwatch} �Oh, ah yes�� TALON: �Perhaps I was unaware how prison-like this facility truly was.� DR. RADNIK: �Well, no, I mean we keep a keen watch over our patients here, they need� need appropriate monitoring and..-� TALON: �And the meddling of a man pressing his desire onto another man�s mind, with little heed of the consequences.� Talon turns a brief glare onto Stevie Sol, before looking back to Radnik. Sol lowers his cap, and immediately avoids eye contact with The Enigma. DR. RADNIK: �Unfortunately, Mr.. Talon, your friend Jay is a very ill man, our goals are not as� dubious as you see fit to imply. We seek to help him, primarily.� TALON: �Indeed. Perhaps, Libor, I am a generous man. Perhaps I am even willing to assume that your ineptitude is born from a desire to help. Yet you touch things when you know not the consequences � and your path to hell is paved with your �good intentions�.� As he speaks, Talon edges closer to the door by which Stevie Sol stands. Sol shuffles uncomfortably on the spot, pretending to be preoccupied with finding something in his pocket that clearly isn�t there. Radnik, for his part, looks almost perplexed. DR. RADNIK: �We can only do what we can do, no more, no less. Equally, I cannot force you to trust us, what we are doing here. I ask only that you do not try to... try to interfere�� TALON: �You ask that I do not interfere? Perhaps that is a simple request, doctor. Yet twice now you have pushed Jay to the point of breaking. An act of negligence that few have equalled. How then may I trust you? How, doctor, can I � in good faith � leave my close companion in your careless care?� As the two engage in their battle of words, Talon has found his way closer to the end of the room, the only obstacle between him and the door being Stevie Sol, his arms once more folded tight across his chest. Through the one-way window to his side, Talon sees his long-time friend huddled in his cell, systematically dismantling a biro. TALON: �Look at him. He is caged like an animal. Barely human in his confinement, yet you cannot see that � either of you. Can you not see the loss of humanity as you examine him from places you cannot see, as you invade him in ways that he cannot imagine? You profess to treat him, yet to you it is evident he is little more than a laboratory animal.� DR. RADNIK: �No, no, he is important to ou-� Ignoring Radnik�s protest entirely, Talon squares up to Stevie Sol, who remains firm in blocking Talon�s path despite his obvious discomfort. STEVIE SOL: �You.. can�t go in there, Talon..� TALON: �You are wrong, Sol.� With a blindingly swift movement Talon slams his lead-piping into the wall beside Sol�s head. Stevie Sol visibly flinches, looking terrified out of his mind for a brief moment. TALON: �I believe I can go in there.� DR. RADNIK: {resignedly} �It is visiting hours, Mr. Sol�� Stevie Sol looks set to retort, but realises that Libor is correct, and that there is no saying �no� to Talon. Grudgingly, he steps aside enough to allow Talon to pass. THE JACKRABBIT: �Ooooooh, hey-a Tal!� The Jackrabbit leaps up out of his chair, looking to embrace his Fusion tag team partner in a warm hug, but Talon shrugs off the welcoming gesture and walks towards the chairs parked clumsily at the table. TALON: �Jay, my friend. It is good to see you. How fares your confinement?� THE JACKRABBIT: �It�s not confinerment, Tal, it�s ice cream..� And he gestures the empty bowls on the table beside his biro pieces. TALON: �It has been long without your company, Jay. I had forgotten. You are in a cell. You are imprisoned by men who buy your favour with treats, yet seek only to harm you. Seek only to drive us apart.� THE JACKRABBIT: �We�ll never be drivened apart, Tal. We�re bestest friends. Besides, I do like my treats�� TALON: {after a moments pause} �Yes, Jay. But these men advise you falsely, speak of fights and rifts between us that cannot have occurred. Be careful, my friend � for they distract you at a time when you must focus on your next bout. On this� Piter Svoboda.� THE JACKRABBIT: �Who? Oh, you means Pizza Sfallover? Don�tchya worry Tal, I ain�t forgot him. I been writing special things for him. Like I�m gonna have to write a special letter to Sully to apologimise for ruining his likkle �ringer� thing when I get rid of Pizza and his to-to-toppings. It�s okay, though, Tal, you know why? �Cos Sully won�t be all that mad� he only wants Pizza in there so�s that the Sauces City people don�t go winning any belts at the end of the Gold Russian tournie; but The Jackrabbit isn�t a Sauces City personip, you know that, Tal! We�re Fusion, remember, we�re the Tag Team Champeeeenos of the World, and at Uprisening we�re gonna show the whole entire world exactly just where Fusion�s loyalties really be. Ain�t that right, Tal? Pizza Sfallover shouldn�t have really come back to En-El-Dub. He�s all super-confident he�s gonna go winning the Gold Russian, he�s already planning his victory speeches and his celerybrations like what we had when we won our belts, Tal. But there ain�t gonna be no �We Are The Champions� playing for Pizza. No, sir-ee! Pizza can just toddle off back to Felix�s cave and stay there this time, �cos Sully won�t have no needs for him at all once this here Jackrabbit gets the Last Laugh! Ahahahahahahaaaaaa!� TALON: �For now, of course, your preparation knows no bounds. If there is nothing else that I might rely on, it is that you would be formidably prepared for you match. Your focus is unparalleled. Yet I fear a loss of that focus in this place. It cannot last much longer, through their incessant assaults on your psyche. Sadly, though, I go through troubled times of my own � and I cannot ensure your escape as easily as I might have done in the past. Fear not � although it is a fear you cannot feel � this place shall not be your tomb for much longer. Your escape is assured.� Fade to a colour of obscurity.