Oh dear god...Vic, Death, my god. I've never seen Vic run so fast before. Look at all the shock...she's so young. Barely 21...their belts are on the side forgotten. She's not choking anymore. I grab Stacy and push into the ring. I tear the apron and wipe the blood, Stacy covering the wound. Good-bye Death.
"Ammmy!" "Uhn? Jeff DON'T drag my name out you suicidal moron. Who's match is on?" "Vic and D.S." "..........Anything happen?" "Not yet...Amy you ok?" "...Yea Matt Just thinking about the landmaking." I smile...this is Victoria and Death, their strong enough to stop all our bad feelings.