Meanwhile Jazz was still anxious about his brother. He asked Rush:
“Have you seen a... well, rather dumb-looking red bunny somewhere? He’s my brother.”
“A dumb-looking red bunny?” Rush repeated the question “Yeah, I think I have.”
“Really?” Lori and Jazz both asked in relief “Where did he go?”
“I saw him running to the spectators’ entrance. He should be among the stands in the final round arena by now.” Rush stroked his chin, then suddenly his eyes opened widely. “Hey, it’s him!”

Jazz and Lori immediately turned to the direction Rush was pointing at. There was a screen with a big VS between two images, one of which was Spaz’s face! But below it was the words “Jazz Jackrabbit”.

“Dang it! Why now!?” Jazz exclaimed bewilderedly.
“Hey, isn’t it your name? Why is your brother’s face in place of yours?” Rush asked.
“Let’s say that he participate on behalf of me, and vice versa” Jazz replied in a hurry, then turned to Lori “We have to get him here at once!”
“But how? How are we going to find him and then bring him back here in just a matter of seconds?”
“Jazz Jackrabbit, please get on the ring immediately. I repeat, Jazz Jackrabbit get on the ring immediately. If you don’t show up after thirty seconds, then we’ll have to disqualify you.”
“This is crazy. Come on Lori, think!” Jazz grabbed Lori’s shoulders.
“Don’t push her. She cannot think clearly if you keep pestering her.”

Rush interrupted Jazz, an act that Lori would really like to thank him for, but she was busy thinking. Lori was also confused because of the situation, but it didn’t prevent her bright mind from noticing things around her. “Wait, why do I hear cheerings?”
“Because the fights here are being televised on the screens out there, and the sound of the crowd’s cheers is transmitted back to this area” Rush explained. “They say it’s to increase the morale of participants.”
“That means if Spaz’s out there then he will see us!” Lori finally found out.
“Let’s call him!” Jazz then turned to one of the cameras and shouted loudly. “HEY SPAZ, COME HERE!!!”

Ten seconds passed. Spaz didn’t show up.
“I don’t think that works.” Rush said.
“Grrr...” Jazz grunted “SPAZ, COME BACK IF YOU DON’T WANT TO BE DISQUALIFIED!!!”
Jazz was getting himself out of control. Lori on the other hand remained calm, she looked around to see if there’s an option. And there it was! A rabbit was pushing a trolley full of delicious carrots along a corridor outside one of the area’s entrances. Lori quickly dashed to the trolley and snatched the handles off the rabbit’s hands much to his fright. “I’ll buy all these!” she said, then she turned the trolley around and drove it to the ring where Spaz’s fight would take place. The people all jumped back to make way for Lori because they knew it wouldn’t be nice to be hit by a cart running at such speed. As soon as the trolley hit the platform, Lori lifted the handles up, thus dumped the whole carrot pile on the ring. While the ref and the other participant were completely surprised, Lori took a deep breath and then shouted, even louder than Jazz:
“HEY SPAAAZ, IT’S MEAAAALTIIIIIIME!!!”

Almost everyone was startled, they turned to see who could have let out such a mighty cry and it completely stupefied them when they noticed she was just a frail-looking yellow rabbit. Lori knew it would greatly embarass her if she stared back at those wide-opened eyes, so she kept her stance still like a statue. Fortunate for her, the crowd’s attention were drawn to an explosion on the wall which occured less than three seconds after her scream. A big hole was blown on the ceramic surface, and from the other side came in Spaz with his blaster full of TNT. His red fur was fairly burnt from being too close to the blast, but he seemed to not care the least about it. Instead, Spaz launched himself toward the carrot filled ring with the speed of an arrow; his eyes were so protruded that many wonder how they could still be stuck in his skull, and his drool was spilling rearward from the corner of his big mouth. He took a high leap and dove into the yummy carrot heap, then he started stuffing himself. Spaz’s opponent was rendered speechless before his feats, but the ref’s voice awakened him:
“Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Jazz Jackrabbit. The battle will now... BEGIN!”

The ref then took a few steps back, while the other competitor drew his gun. Spaz didn’t care about what’s happening anymore since he had lost himself into eating. His opponent already saw numerous openings, however he still acted cautiously because he believed this was the outstanding Jazz Jackrabbit. He’s probably pretending to let his guard down, but as soon as I come close enough he’ll send me flying with a kick or freeze me with his blaster. I won’t fall for that trick! He slowly advanced around Spaz, his gun kept pointing at the target. Spaz was still eating, and he didn’t seem to have slowed down yet. Ten seconds, then twenty seconds passed. Spaz’s opponent began to doubt his own thoughts... Maybe he’s really unguarded? I’m standing behind him, and he didn’t even look back. Hmm... I get it. He’s underestimating me. That’s why he can act so carelessly. ...And then became angry... How arrogant. You need a serious lesson, Jazz Jackrabbit! Feeling his self-confidence at its peak, he lifted his gun up and pulled the trigger, releasing a freezer bullet at Spaz’s head. Spaz suddenly turned aside to pick up another carrot, and that action saved him, because it was the carrot, not his head was hit by the freezer bullet. It was immediately crystallized and crumbled in Spaz’s hand. Spaz stared at his empty hand, his enemy also stood still. It didn’t took too long for him to realize how big a mistake he made, because Spaz turned at him with a berserk face. He spoke through his clenched teeth:
“You... ANNOYING.”

Spaz jumped out of the carrots, then charged straight at his opponent. Spaz’s enemy didn’t even have time to react when he received an uppercut in the lower jaw and then a powerful side kick which sent him flying about five meters before falling on the ground below the ring. It all happened so fast that the all the spectators could do was astonish in silence. The applause and cheerings rose up only after Spaz reverted to his normal dimwitted state and jumped back to his feast. The ref announced:
“Winner... Jazz Jackrabbit!”

A few moments later, the carrot heap was moved from the ring to a corner with Spaz still eating on it. Next to it was Spaz’s siblings and their new friend Rush. Jazz murmured “I don’t know how far he can ruin my reputation more.”
“Come on Jazz, he did well.” Lori remarked. “At least he managed to defeat his opponent.”
“In a way that not many people are capable of.” Rush supplemented.
“I’m not talking about his techniques. I’m talking about his behaviour. He’s going to need a serious lesson about it.” Jazz turned to Spaz with the intention to pull him out.
“Um... You can leave it to me, because you’re going to be busy for a while.” Lori pointed at the direction behind Jazz.

Jazz turned his head around to see what his sister meant, and saw his image on one of the screens other than the screen which showed Spaz’s. Knowing it’s his turn, Jazz quickly sprinted to the ring, not forgetting to shout to Spaz: “We’ll talk about this later!” Upon midway to the destination, he copied his brother and took a high jump, spinning a few revs then used his trademark move Copter Ears to land neatly on the stage. He looked at his opponent. It was a lizard wearing military uniform. Having fought many lizards before, this is indeed an easy duel for Jazz. He stood firmly and smiled at his seemingly nervous enemy, until the ref said:
“We’ll begin when you’re done showing off and step into your position, Mr. Spaz Jackrabbit.”
Jazz was at once snapped out of his delusion. He looked on his feet and realized he was three steps away from the “X” marking start positions. He hurried to the spot after laughing off his hilarious mistake.
“Please remember, if you keep trifling around I’ll have to disqualify you.” The ref continued.
This is what I’d call BIASED. Jazz glared at the ref when he’s not looking.
“So that’s the brother of the famous Jazz Jackrabbit?” From behind Jazz a voice rose up.
“This’ll be a tough fight for our Trecko.” Another voice answered.
“Not sure about that. I heard this Spaz guy ate the dopefish, so he’s very stupid.”
“Really? He doesn’t look so stupid to me.”
“Of course, because I AM Jazz Jackrabbit, you tards!” Jazz suddenly turned around and shouted at the crowd.
“Ahem!” The ref cleared his throat, and Jazz immediately returned to his position facing his opponent with a wince on his expression.
“I take back what I said.” That voice spoke again. “He’s not just stupid. He’s totally lost it.”
“Argh...!” Jazz grunted. “Just wait till I finish with this guy...”
Jazz became furious, but it was unknown if his fighting abilities would be amplified or reduced. What was known was, as soon as the ref lifted up his hand and declared “Begin!”, Jazz launched himself toward his opponent with a striking speed...