We see Pest walking through the corridors of a children's hospital, his crown removed, and a solemn look upon his face. There is a nurse standing at the nurse' station, and Pest slowly approaches her.

MR WGWF:Excuse me, Miss. But I believe Charles in room Six. I was showing him a bit of magic, and he started complaining about his stomach hurting.

Nurse:Ok, I'll go look at him.

She scurried off and Pest walked behind the desk and began to search through the patient roster. He sees a name that demands attention, "Amelia Jean". She's 14 and being treated for acute lymphoid leukemia. Pest decided to check up on her, off he went.

MR WGWF:Hello, Amelia. My name is David, and I've been going around trying to spread a little joy in this place. Would you like it if I sat and spoke to you for a while?

Amelia: *cough* Yes. I've been so lonely.

MR WGWF:Well, my dear, don't fret. David is here to speak to you. Why not tell me a little about yourself?

Amelia:Well, I'm Amelia Jean, and I'm a fan of wrestlin', but my mom doesn't like me watching it. She thinks it's too violent for me.

MR WGWF:Oh, who's your favorite wrestler?

Amelia:I like Frodo Smackins and his brother. Mom definitely doesn't like Frodo or his brother, Swagmire. She says he's too racist, and Frodo encourages lots of drug use.

MR WGWF:She is right, Swagmire is a horrible racist, but he's a good wrestler, and a former cop. Aside from using language people shouldn't, there isn't much negative to say about him. And Frodo, well, he's been through a lot, and he is on the Heyman Alliance. He's a tough competitor, and deserves to win.

Amelia:You really know your stuff, David. I Like you. *cough*

MR WGWF:Thank you, I have been known to pay attention to the XWF on occasion. Someone needs to monitor what you kids like. Make sure we're not subjecting you to some horrible violence, and adult content.

Amelia:You mean like Mr. WG.WF, right? He's so vulgar and dirty with his love of children.

MR WGWF:Yes, exactly like that pervert. He's dangerous to a young girl like you.

Amelia:He is. Can I tell you something, though?

MR WGWF:Absolutely.

Amelia:I kind of think that Pest guy is cute. I know I don't have long left in this world, and I'm curious what it'd be like to be intimate with someone. Boys my age think I'm gross. He wouldn't.

MR WGWF:That isn't something you should wonder, little one. You should be more concerned with getting better.

She just closes her eyes.

Amelia:I'm not getting better. I'm going to die here.

MR WGWF:You won't die here, Amelia. Why do you say that?

Amelia:Because my disease is terminal, and the doctor's don't have high hopes.

MR WGWF:I won't let you die here, I promise.'

Amelia:Thank you. But what can you do?

MR WGWF:This.

Pest picks her up and runs out of the hospital carrying this little girl. He runs passed security, who begin to chase him, but Pest is too clever. He hides them in a Janitor's closet until he's certain security has passed, and then they make their way to his car in the parking garage. He starts the engine, and they drive off together.

He takes her for Hot dogs, and they go play miniature golf. They tried to go swimming, but the pools were closed, so she just laid down on his front lawn and he sprayed her with his hose for 3 hours. She loved it, and so did he. He loved it a lot. After she got sprayed for a while, he let her use his shower to get clean, then he took her shopping for a whole new wardrobe. She thought nothing odd about this, why wouldn't a grown man take a dying teenage girl out shopping like this? He was the Make a Wish Foundation, but without Cena or Tebow. Tim Tebow and Cena aren't very good for sick kids, they just aren't.

Pest took her to the mall, and she got a bunch of new skirts, and leggings, yoga pants, and jeans. T-Shirts, and a bunch of pajamas and other assorted clothing for her to wear while she spends her last few days with Pest. Days that are spent with them having tickle fights, and pillow fights, and all kinds of wacky fun, fun that binds them as best friends. Best friends until one day she began to snoop through his things, and found his crown. She rushes to the kitchen where he is preparing dinner to question him on.

Amelia:What is this, David?


MR WGWF:It's my crown. Why do you ask, Amelia?

Amelia:Why do you have it? Are you Pest?

MR WGWF:Yes. Yes, I am. Are you shocked?

Amelia:Yes! You treated me so well, and didn't attempt to seduce me.

Pest moves away from the stove and sits down at the kitchen table. It's oak, and well made, quite a lovely table.

MR WGWF:No, I did not. I treated you as a friend, and not some object, because truly, you are not just some object to ogle. You are a human being, and a glorious one at that. Now, I am sorry I kept my identity a secret from you, but you must understand that after what you you told me in the hospital I couldn't. How could I? I wanted to do good in the world, and help make your time joyful, and you expressed a desire to taint it with such filth. Amelia, you're so much better than that. Had I actually done what you requested, you'd end up being just another nameless girl on my list. Now you have meaning, you have a place in my heart. The girl I loved, but never touched. Truly loved, Amelia. And you are oh, so beautiful.

Amelia:Kiss me.

MR WGWF:You want me to kiss you? Are you being sincere right now?

Amelia:Yes. I want you to be my first kiss.

Without saying a word, Pest pulled her in for a kiss, and it was the kiss that all romantic movies and stories elude to. The kiss to end all other kisses. For Pest, no other lips shall bring the same joy that Amelia's did, and for Amelia the world would never be as happy as it was with her lips entangled with his. His tongue slowly danced its way into the back of her throat, and hers had welcomed his into its home with no objections. She separated their lips, and pulled him to the living room with her, where she shoved him gently on the sofa, and sat upon his lap. Her hands ran through his hair, something she had longed to do quite some time, and his hands danced around her waist, while their lips met once more. This scene of teenage lust continued for quite some time, until Amelia grew sleepy and tried to pull Pest to bed with her.

MR WGWF:I cannot do that, Amelia. It will just ruin what we have. Go to bed, and we'll speak in the morning.

He sat on the sofa and watched old Western movies, while she went to bed and slept well. But morning never came for Amelia Jean.