This...this isn't...can't...it's impossible for her to die. That Fallen Angel...that's it...the blades missed and hit her. Rico, Hass, Jericho, and Adam pull Shane off her and Mark's telling me to pick her up from the puddle. I carry her to her locker room as Shane sobs and Vic sorta stares at her. Rob runs ahead and opens her door as warm red and purple light drifts out. I lay her on the couch and I let a couple tears fall as I look at her T.V.
Boom, take that HHH. Shawn's waking up from a bad dream and yelling at me to stop playing his PS2 and I laugh. "Relax Shawn and watch this." I set up the match that's about to start, the tag match. Heh game never lies...Vic and Death win again.