The scene is in the training facility where we usually find Arctic Fox doing push ups to his hearts content to no avail and the General nursing and crying about his wounds. THe lights are all out, and near the desk where the Fox Computer is sitting, a great swivel chair is facing the window. A figure is staring out the window at the sky. A flick of flint and a scent of butane in the air, and the slight crisp of a Newport being consumed fills the room. THe chair slowly swivels around. As the figure draws in the end of the cigarrette grows brighter, and the face of Ichabod comes to light.

Ichabod stands up and walks over to the desk where he picks up a manila folder. It is the same folder that was stolen from Zill Towers early this morning. He opens it and goes back to the chair. He flips through the pages and laughs a little. Ichabod puts his cigarette out on the arm of the expensive chair.

I'm sorry Arctic Fox. My comments to you thus far were out of place and uncalled for. YOu see, I thought i was dealing with a professional here. THen when i looked through your file, i found something very interesting. One for instance was the conviently listed location of Fox Facilities. But the other piece of information i found was quite thrilling: This is your first wrestling job. I myself have been through thirteen so far. I'm sorry, I didnt know i was dealing with a real rookie.

Well Fox. Welcome to the world of wrestling. There are many things you still have to learn. Inside and outside the ring. Well I think i have just enough time to give you a few lessons here.

Creativity. Fox, your interviews are all the same. You start out with a few words of, shall i say wisdom or rambling? You continue as General, who i might point out was beaten and put out of commision by a girl and her boyfriend/cousin, comes in and gets on the Fox Computer. He tells you about a certain wrestler, usually me, and you proceed to spout childish insults and prophecies about whoever he may have mentioned. THen the interview is over. Come on, Fox, you can do better than that. Hell, Ti Konflict is a new guy, and his interviews are very interesting. He has action, plot, good dialogue, and most importantly, an unspoken respect for his opponent.

That brings me to my next lesson. Respect. Fox, you have this habit of sitting in this room away from danger and pointing a finger at the faults of the other men in this federation. THese men work hard to put forth a show for their fans, recognize the other men's work, and say something worth hearing. You possess none of these qualities. Take it from Konflict, who has probably learned this lesson, having no respect for an unknown enemy can be deadly.

The next lesson is a lesson of defense. And that lesson is going to be the hardest one of all for you to learn. Why? Plain and simple, Fox, its because you are stupid. You should never, ever, attack a man as accomplished as I am without knowing anything about him. I've seen referees better than you in my time. I am a seasoned wrestler, and you are still wet behind the ears. Bottom line, you should not f'ck with people you do not understand! Get a grip Arctic, or you are going to wind up just another greasy stain on that ring mat.

The final lesson i must teach you has no words. It is the lesson of how it feels to be in the ring with a true wrestler. A man who knows the ropes. On tournation, you have right around nothing going for you, Fox. I might be stepping into unknown ground in a WOW ring, but you are stepping in the way of an unknown force each and everytime you speak ill of me, each and everytime you attack me, and definitely when you step into that ring. My debut match will not be one of defeat. No my friend, i do not underestimate you. You know this place, and you probably know many things I don't.But when it comes down to who this match is more important to, that person is me. Prepare for the end ya f'ckin choad.

Ichabod stands up again and pops out his Revelation zippo. He lights the file on fire. It is consumed in flames, symbolizing the result of the Fox/Ichabod battle. He tosses it into a trash can and lets it catch the other papers. Ichabod watches in satisfaction as the yellow and blue flames dance out of the can, leaving a smudge black smoke stain on the wall and ceiling above it. He exits through the front door and leaves the mess burning.