Ophelia is standing on the balcony outside Ann and his crappy, run-down apartment. He glares off into the distance at a palacial estate, owned by some random fat cat with moolah to spare. Ophelia snickers.

"One day... things will change. Our lives will change... I Believe."

Ann walks out upon the terrace, wrapping her arms around Ophelia's waist. She kisses him softly on the cheek, before speaking.

"Still thinking about your first championship?", she then glances over the balcony and finds the mansion in all its glory. "...or do you have your eyes set on another prize now?"

"I just can't allow myself to live like this anymore... I have a career, I have a title to my name... I deserve more...." He turns around, embracing Ann. "WE deserve more."

Ann responds in a manner unnatural for her... with empathy, and love. "We do indeed, darling. And one day, all we deserve will be ours."

"I know. One day."

They smile at one another, before sharing a passionate kiss... as the scene fades.

- - - - -

"Skiz, I don't know anything about you except for the fact that you're in more need of a mental ward than I was when I nearly killed myself. You're psycho, and while others would scoff at that as a cheap gimmick, I believe you. I lived that life, I walked that path, I felt crazy and nobody gave a damn about what horrors were going on inside my head and in my life.

"But then, she came... Alice McGee. The girl who stopped me from slicing myself into oblivion. I loved her as a sister, for she saved my life and my sanity... but I grew weak. I relied on her being there to lead a fulfilling life, when my focus should be on myself. You can't rely on anyone to save you from the mental hell you live in, Skiz... you have to save yourself.

"Alice was replaced by my gal, Ann-Thraxxx McVeigh, we have an insepperable bond... no breaking us. BUT... we're just as deadly and self-assured by ourselves. We may love eachother, but we don't depend on one another to survive, to live and to thrive. She's helped me stand on my own two feet, but now I hold within my hands all the reassurance I need--

"I AM The Intercontinental Champion... and this is only the beginning. See you at WarFare, Skizzoid. And by the way? Full Metal Mayhem is a match where we are surrounded by metal weapons like ladders, chairs, chains, thumbtacks, etc. And while we brawl, In This Moment's 'Sick Like Me' will play on the speakers. If you pin me before the song is over, and Frodo agrees to this, you will win the I.C. Title, HOW COOL IS THAT?! Again, seeya Wednesday, monkey boy."

--blessed be--