The Reevolution heads toward their seperate vehicles, waving to eachother and lifting up the 'Wolfpac' sign. Tony speeds off on his motorcycle, Kid Kool and Christina Nash load up and drive off in their hot pink convertible. Ophelia and Ann slide into their raven black hearse, Ophelia gripping the IC title in his clutches, gazing gleefully at its golden plate, with only one thing missing-- his nameplate.

Ann: We REALLY need to get a bus for the lot of us. ...Ophie? Ya listening to me or what?

Ann glares at Ophelia, who seems to be entranced with the championship. She snaps her fingers right before his eyes, cutting him loose from his day dream.

Ann: Hey, I know you're enamored with that thing, but you need to get a damned hold of yourself. Don't let it go to your head. Don't let your first taste of gold overtake you.... you're still a rook, and they'll eat you alive if you let them.

Ophelia: Ann... [Ophelia gazes ar his girl] ...this title is the first champonship I've ever earned... This has got to be the first time I've truly smiled in some time...... I'm beaming. I can now call myself champion. It's the second most important thing in this world to me, next to you.

Ann: And you better keep it that way.

Ophelia: I know... [Ophelia casts his gaze back at the belt] ...but it's just so brilliant. I'm FINALLY on the right track. I mean, sure, I've got a few losses... but my win/loss ratio is better than our leader's... that's gotta stand for SOMETHING right?

Ann: Already letting the prestige go to your head. Ophie... Drive.

Ophelia: ...good song.

Ann looks at Ophelia... she smiles.

Ann: Let's roll.
Ophelia: Let's.


"Whatever tomorrow brings, we'll be there."
~ Brandon Boyd, slightly modified