¤ Comic relief is a must, and some are more than happy to play the part. It is unfortunate for them that others are so willing to hurt them. ¤

OK thanks.

Ichabod puts the phone down. The strangely familiar voice on the phone had told him no, the porsche wasn't ready yet. Ichabod wonders how long it takes for a nearly vacant garage to finish replacing a few minor damages. He reminded himself to choke his brother next time he saw him.

Ichabod pulls the piece of glass out of his pocket. He knows it is time to call. The last lead they had had was a rather minute one and they had still failed to find Pixie. Ichabod flips on the email.

Master Yiao

Hey man i got some rather distressing news. I'm holding the lens to what may be Inga's glasses. One of my contacts said he saw a 16 year old girl, a man in his late 20's and a woman who looked like Inga walking into the old boathouse down by the docks off 5th street. Her glasses fell off, and the man picked them up, but my contact was able to retrieve the lens. Tell me what you want to do about this.

Ichabod hits send on the email and leans back. He sighs deeply taking in the air. After Selena had unsuccessfully tried to burn his fireproofed condo down, he had decided the smell in the house was still too much, and moved into a hotel up here where Ti was looking for Inga. It would be better for the search effort.

Ichabod thought now about his match at Zero Hour. Professor Zandor was the new name of the man he would humiliate. Zandor was a large man indeed, but he lacked the qualities of a real superstar, and instead seemed to posess the qualities of such better known wrestlers as Gilberg, Brooklyn Brawler, and Kaientai. The WoW website had been awash lately with promos telling all the different men how each of them would fall while his opponent rose to glory. Or something like that. Frost this, Adam Lax that, Smoke Dawg hit me with a whiffle ball bat. Yeah, the guys lately sure had said a lot of hibitty jibitty. But what had Zandor to say? Nothing. Makes Ichabod wonder if Zandor was still hanging from that Skydome up in canada with the fans laughing at him hysterically.

Ichabod almost wishes Neo were still around so that the match would have some meaning. For now all it meant was that if Ichabod won, well he beat the man that most of the roster laughed at. Ichabod frowns.

Nonetheless, if there were anything Ichabod had learned it was not to underestimate any man no matter how great or small. He knows better than to go into any matchup with less than 110%. Not to mention he had a title to defend. Ichabod thinks about Zandor in the few matches he had seen him fight. He had done one thing Ichabod hadn't done here yet, and that is participate in a main event matchup. Ichabod decides that a little training in preparation for the match couldn't hurt, and might help. He gets up and heads to the local gym to see if he can get some locals to go a few rounds with him.