Post by amyzing on Oct 17, 2015 14:47:21 GMT -6
The mask of Danika Bayne, or at least a reasonable facsimile to the item, has been placed on a female mannequin that appears to be in someone’s home. The blinds are down and the shades are drawn. The mannequin is dressed in a t-shirt bearing the emblem of the Children of Nephilim.
The room seems oddly familiar, someone’s living room, but in the dim light, it is hard to tell. The mannequin is in the furthest part of the room away from anything breakable.
“You would think that I would have recognized that bear. You really would have thought that I’d have known that the teddy bear was Dahlia’s. Can’t tell you how many times I attended a tea party or a birthday for one of her toys. I knew the bear looked familiar, but I did not want to believe it was hers. I thought, how could he do something like this.”
The sound of metal sliding slowly over wood can be heard within the room. Suddenly, a blade drives through the mask, cracking it, and then out through the back of the mannequin’s head. The blade looks exactly like the blade Amy Zing carried to the ring at Monday Night Mayhem, and threatened The Children of Nephilim.
“And then, I remembered who I was talking about, and just how many times he failed her. I thought that in death, maybe, just maybe he’d get it right. But he didn’t.”
Amy Zing still has her hand on the jian’s hilt. Her eyes are focused on the mask, and the blade sticking out of it. The shirt she is wearing in an interesting choice; the charity Dahlia founded years ago to help abused and battered women. It is a charity that to this very day Amy Zing still makes appearances for.
“It was neither mercy nor was it kindness that stayed my hand on Monday Night Mayhem. It was not self-preservation that kept my blade at bay. No Michael, I would have done it. I really, really wanted to.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” removes her hand from the weapon, but does not look away. Her usually warm eyes are cold. There is something in her voice, something, rare, something that has not been heard in Amy’s voice for a long, long time; pure hate filled anger.
“It was the simple fact that if I did, then I would not be able to get Dahlia’s bear. And I want that bear, Michael. I am going to get that bear Michael, because I am going to pull it out of the ashes of the Children of Nephilim after I burn the entire thing down. Brick by brick, piece by piece, follower by follower, I will tear the Children of Nephilim apart until there is absolutely nothing left of this abomination, this slander, this mockery of everything you believe Dahlia would want you do to!”
“You claimed to have wanted to protect her, to keep her safe? Yet for as long as I have known you, you have failed her again and again and again. And now, for nearly two years, you have dragged her name, her legacy, and everything she believed in with the Children of Nephilim. Every single action, every word, everything about them, is an insult to Dahlia.”
“Do you remember the first time I ever met Dahlia?”
Amy’s voice loses that anger, the rage filled hard edge it has had since she started speaking. She smiles; glancing to the bookshelf she uses as a trophy case and walks to the pile of postcards. She digs through to the postcard until she finds one of the earlier ones, dating to September of 2010.
“The first match I had in some big company, I was teamed with Dahlia against Aphrodite and the Masked Woman. All I knew about Dahlia is that she was reputation, but we were still partners and I reached out to her, trying to be a friend.”
Amy smiles, clearly in a happy memory. As she speaks, her voice breaks, she tears up a little. Her eyes go to a picture of her posing with a girl dressed in PVC Goth-style clothing.
“She came up to me, at the show, with a half-eaten basket of cookies and a stuffed bear. And we were friends from that day on. Even after the ACW, we talked. I am glad for the time I got to call her friend. She was, one of the best people I have ever known. And I miss her so much. I visit her grave as often as I can, read to her, or bring a lap top and a movie if the day is nice enough but it’s not the same. I still miss her.”
Despite the tears, she smiles and giggles.
“It’s kind of funny, when I won the APW Television Championship, she was the first person I called…I was halfway from hitting send on my phone before I remembered she would never answer. I did visit her after. I can almost picture what she would have said when I told her. She would have probably jumped up and down, clapping, and cheering, and sent me cookies with some sort of stuffed animal.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” puts the postcards down. She wipes her eyes, but the anger comes back into her voice. The tears do not seem able to be stopped.
“Where were you when she ever needed you, Michael? Where were you?”
She steps away from the bookshelf.
“Where we you when she founded her charity? I have done my best to make it to every single event and fundraiser that her charity since the day it was started. I have never once seen you there, and do not tell me you were there on the days I missed, because we both know that is a complete load of bollix!”
“Dahlia and Sophie Hendrix, the Shattered Dolls, were the UWA Tag Team Champions when I signed my UWA contract. And how did you show your willingness to protect Dahlia? How did you defend her? You allowed yourself to get into some sort of issue with Snake, who then ordered Dahlia to betray Sophie and lose the titles to a team her selected. Did you offer any words of comfort? Did you beg forgiveness? No. You went on doing whatever it was that concerned you. I was the one that told her she did what she thought she had to do, and that if she explained, I was sure people would forgive her. You dragged her into Snake’s thing along with you and left her to the wolves.”
“When she beat the Masked Woman to become the UWA Women’s Champion, I don’t remember seeing you backstage to congratulate her. You were doing your own thing, yet again. You weren’t there when she lost the title to Aubrey Parker.”
“At Struggle for Supremacy, when she was about to lose her shot at becoming the UWA Women’s Champion for the second time, was it you out there calming her down? Was it you standing there, clapping for her when she won the title after a really bad year that you caused? No Michael, you were off doing whatever concerned you. I was there, in the ring with her, standing by her side as she won. I still have the stuffed cat from the cookie basket she sent me as a thank you.”
Amy Zing is not even trying to hold it back. “The Hong Kong Sensation”, the UWA Television Champion, a grown woman is crying. She is crying in anger and sorrow.
“Every time it mattered, every single time she needed you, every time you should have been there, you failed her. You spent your entire life failing the one person you claimed to have wanted to protect and to keep safe, when in reality she never needed you to keep you safe. She never needed you at all Michael. Dahlia was not a doll for you to keep safe. She was strong. She was stronger than you.”
“Dahlia was the bravest, strongest, kindest, nicest, most thoughtful person I have ever had the honor, the privilege to know. I am truly grateful to have been able to call her my friend. She was a better person, a more forgiving person, a kinder and nicer person, and a stronger person than I can ever hope to be.”
Amy wipes her eyes. She cannot help but giggle a bit.
“You know what the most screwed up part is Michael? She would have forgiven the guy who stabbed her. You and I know she would have. It’s for that reason, I forgave him. He killed her, and yet, I realize he had issues and for that, because she would, I forgive him.”
She wipes the tears from her eyes again.
“And she would have forgiven you for all of this. But I cannot forgive you. I will not forgive you. I will never forgive you.”
Her hand is visibly shaking in anger.
“You have failed her in life far, far greater than you ever failed her in life, and yours is a history of failing her.”
“You built the Children of Nephilim to do what? Protect the innocent? Defend the weak? Explain to me how anything they have done since the day they crawled out of wherever you found them has been anything that defended the weak or protected the innocent. Explain to me how any of it has been for Dahlia or for her memory.”
“Explain to me how stealing the UWA Championship protected the innocent or defended the weak. Explain to me how abducting and torturing Broderick Montgomery, emotionally devastating Jeszika Gautier is anything Dahlia would have done or honors her, or protects and defends anyone. Explain to me how anything Cole Hunter did to the Sin City Knights should be ignored in exchange for targeting someone like Silver Baron fits in with your ideals. Explain how beating the hell out of Silver Baron and threatening to use his skin to make a book is something Dahlia would have done. Explain to me how in the hell Danika Bayne holding Bethany in a choke hold while Ashley and her minion practically crippled Broderick Montgomery is protecting or defending the weak and innocent!”
“Did you even give a damn about her Michael, or was your claims to want to keep her safe just to hide the fact you are nothing more than a selfish, worthless, miserable, pathetic piece of human garbage?”
Amy rips the sword out of the mannequin with a scream, and then drives it back into the face of the mannequin, all the way to the hilt, shattering the mask on the impact. She stands there, glaring in at the mannequin, her face contorted in rage.
“Bele Elohim, Miako,I know Kyle Travis gave you the chance to run. I do no. I have never been this angry in my life, and I do not know what I am capable of, but I do know, whatever I do, I am not going to regret it. No oath, no code, no ideal or belief I hold to is going to save you, because this is a matter of honor. Not my honor; Dahlia’s, and for that, I will sacrifice my own. You have willingly followed Michael Rivers and Danika.”
“Danika Bayne, you can forget challenging Bethany Kenyon, not because Ashley Kenyon clearly will not allow anyone but her from challenging Bethany, but because I refuse to allow you do go anywhere near her because I have every intention of kicking your head so hard the mask is going to be the only thing holding your face in any recognizable shape. You cannot run away from this. I will not let you. You want to step into the ring with a champion? I am standing right here and I have a title bitch, so come on. You want to be at Michael’s side? He will fail you just like he did Dahlia, only this time, no one will care if he fails, because you are a tool. You are not worthy of touching whatever came off the bottom of Dahlia’s shoes, never mind her bear.”
“Michael Rivers, you are not a god. You are not a messiah. You are not a prophet. You are a sad, hypocritical, pathetic little man trying to deal with the guilt over constantly failing someone who never needed you to begin with and dragging her name, her legacy and her memory through the mud every single day of the last year. And I am coming to kick your head off. And I do not mean that as a euphemism. I want your head Michael. You know what they say about revenge; “when you go on a mission of revenge, dig two graves”. There is NOTHING I would not do for Dahlia, Michael, and every day you continue to allow the Children of Nephilim to exist is an insult to her. If I am going to go down in flames in this attempt, I am going to burn the Children of Nephilim down with me! For her, I will slay a god!”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” tries to calm herself. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She exhales slowly, trying to calm herself down. Her hand stops shaking.
“Sorry, I realize I have been ignoring my upcoming match with Angel, but this whole thing with the Children of Nephilim just has me so frustrated. I mean you think you know someone, and then they go and do something like this, and it just does not make any sense. I know he’s got his issues and such, but this is such a counter to everything the person he did it all for would go or say. And it just makes me so angry, so frustrated. Here is this guy, just dragging the memory of a very dear friend through the mud, and he has been doing it unchecked for over a year, and it’s just so, I don’t even have the words for it.”
Realizing that she is sort of rambling, and that her hand has started shaking again, Amy closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She tries to keep her hand from shaking.
“I suppose the polite thing to do would be to welcome you to the UWA, Angel, but to be honest I am not feeling particularly polite at the moment. Really not sure why the UWA decided I should be the first person you should face. I suppose they thought that maybe if I got all my anger out trying to beat the hell out of you, then maybe the Children of Nephilim would be safe.”
“They will not be.”
“To be honest, Angel, I am not in a good place right now mentally. I have tried running, meditation, Thai Chi, acupuncture, some charity work, and, selfish as it is, even tried a spa day. Nothing worked. Nothing seems to want to calm me down. Nothing seems to want to take the edge off. None of my usual methods work.”
“The only thing that seems to calm me down is when I am hitting something. It lets me get all my anger and aggression out. I think I read that method is not healthy, but it works, which is probably a bad thing, because it means I am going to hit you very hard at Monday Night Mayhem. It’s not personal, it is just I am not in a good place right now and you get to be the guy dealing with me dealing with all my issues with someone else’s issues.
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“And it is frustrating, because I know that despite his bold words, Michael Rivers will not be handling me himself. What he fails to realize is that unlike Kyle Travis, he cannot just sick on follower on me, and then allow that person to move on. I am coming for the head of every member of the Children of Nephilim. Unfortunately, this week I am not facing one of them, so all this anger, this rage, I have to take out on you Angel, and I am sorry for that. I really am.”
Amy rips the jian out of the mannequin’s head. She looks at the blade.
“I do not give up. I do not quit. I keep going until I have nothing left to give. Angel, at Monday Night Mayhem, I am going to do my best to try and kick your head off, and show you why I am simply Amy Zing.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” turns the blade in her hand. With one quick, fluid motion, she swings the blade up, across the mannequin. For a moment, nothing happens. Then the Children of Nephilim shirt splits along Amy’s cut, the bottom half of the cut shirt starts to slide down the mannequin body. The upper half of the torso slides off, the cut running along the same line, lands on the floor with a dull thud.
“And then, I go for the Children of Nephilim, and nothing is going to stop me.”
The scene fades out of the jian in Amy’s hand.
"IF YOU THINK ANY CODE OF HONOR OR COMPASSION OR SENSE OF DECENCY IS GOING TO SAVE YOU, THEN YOU ARE DAMN WRONG, BECAUSE I AM COMING FOR YOU!"
The scene fades to black.
The room seems oddly familiar, someone’s living room, but in the dim light, it is hard to tell. The mannequin is in the furthest part of the room away from anything breakable.
“You would think that I would have recognized that bear. You really would have thought that I’d have known that the teddy bear was Dahlia’s. Can’t tell you how many times I attended a tea party or a birthday for one of her toys. I knew the bear looked familiar, but I did not want to believe it was hers. I thought, how could he do something like this.”
The sound of metal sliding slowly over wood can be heard within the room. Suddenly, a blade drives through the mask, cracking it, and then out through the back of the mannequin’s head. The blade looks exactly like the blade Amy Zing carried to the ring at Monday Night Mayhem, and threatened The Children of Nephilim.
“And then, I remembered who I was talking about, and just how many times he failed her. I thought that in death, maybe, just maybe he’d get it right. But he didn’t.”
Amy Zing still has her hand on the jian’s hilt. Her eyes are focused on the mask, and the blade sticking out of it. The shirt she is wearing in an interesting choice; the charity Dahlia founded years ago to help abused and battered women. It is a charity that to this very day Amy Zing still makes appearances for.
“It was neither mercy nor was it kindness that stayed my hand on Monday Night Mayhem. It was not self-preservation that kept my blade at bay. No Michael, I would have done it. I really, really wanted to.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” removes her hand from the weapon, but does not look away. Her usually warm eyes are cold. There is something in her voice, something, rare, something that has not been heard in Amy’s voice for a long, long time; pure hate filled anger.
“It was the simple fact that if I did, then I would not be able to get Dahlia’s bear. And I want that bear, Michael. I am going to get that bear Michael, because I am going to pull it out of the ashes of the Children of Nephilim after I burn the entire thing down. Brick by brick, piece by piece, follower by follower, I will tear the Children of Nephilim apart until there is absolutely nothing left of this abomination, this slander, this mockery of everything you believe Dahlia would want you do to!”
“You claimed to have wanted to protect her, to keep her safe? Yet for as long as I have known you, you have failed her again and again and again. And now, for nearly two years, you have dragged her name, her legacy, and everything she believed in with the Children of Nephilim. Every single action, every word, everything about them, is an insult to Dahlia.”
“Do you remember the first time I ever met Dahlia?”
Amy’s voice loses that anger, the rage filled hard edge it has had since she started speaking. She smiles; glancing to the bookshelf she uses as a trophy case and walks to the pile of postcards. She digs through to the postcard until she finds one of the earlier ones, dating to September of 2010.
“The first match I had in some big company, I was teamed with Dahlia against Aphrodite and the Masked Woman. All I knew about Dahlia is that she was reputation, but we were still partners and I reached out to her, trying to be a friend.”
Amy smiles, clearly in a happy memory. As she speaks, her voice breaks, she tears up a little. Her eyes go to a picture of her posing with a girl dressed in PVC Goth-style clothing.
“She came up to me, at the show, with a half-eaten basket of cookies and a stuffed bear. And we were friends from that day on. Even after the ACW, we talked. I am glad for the time I got to call her friend. She was, one of the best people I have ever known. And I miss her so much. I visit her grave as often as I can, read to her, or bring a lap top and a movie if the day is nice enough but it’s not the same. I still miss her.”
Despite the tears, she smiles and giggles.
“It’s kind of funny, when I won the APW Television Championship, she was the first person I called…I was halfway from hitting send on my phone before I remembered she would never answer. I did visit her after. I can almost picture what she would have said when I told her. She would have probably jumped up and down, clapping, and cheering, and sent me cookies with some sort of stuffed animal.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” puts the postcards down. She wipes her eyes, but the anger comes back into her voice. The tears do not seem able to be stopped.
“Where were you when she ever needed you, Michael? Where were you?”
She steps away from the bookshelf.
“Where we you when she founded her charity? I have done my best to make it to every single event and fundraiser that her charity since the day it was started. I have never once seen you there, and do not tell me you were there on the days I missed, because we both know that is a complete load of bollix!”
“Dahlia and Sophie Hendrix, the Shattered Dolls, were the UWA Tag Team Champions when I signed my UWA contract. And how did you show your willingness to protect Dahlia? How did you defend her? You allowed yourself to get into some sort of issue with Snake, who then ordered Dahlia to betray Sophie and lose the titles to a team her selected. Did you offer any words of comfort? Did you beg forgiveness? No. You went on doing whatever it was that concerned you. I was the one that told her she did what she thought she had to do, and that if she explained, I was sure people would forgive her. You dragged her into Snake’s thing along with you and left her to the wolves.”
“When she beat the Masked Woman to become the UWA Women’s Champion, I don’t remember seeing you backstage to congratulate her. You were doing your own thing, yet again. You weren’t there when she lost the title to Aubrey Parker.”
“At Struggle for Supremacy, when she was about to lose her shot at becoming the UWA Women’s Champion for the second time, was it you out there calming her down? Was it you standing there, clapping for her when she won the title after a really bad year that you caused? No Michael, you were off doing whatever concerned you. I was there, in the ring with her, standing by her side as she won. I still have the stuffed cat from the cookie basket she sent me as a thank you.”
Amy Zing is not even trying to hold it back. “The Hong Kong Sensation”, the UWA Television Champion, a grown woman is crying. She is crying in anger and sorrow.
“Every time it mattered, every single time she needed you, every time you should have been there, you failed her. You spent your entire life failing the one person you claimed to have wanted to protect and to keep safe, when in reality she never needed you to keep you safe. She never needed you at all Michael. Dahlia was not a doll for you to keep safe. She was strong. She was stronger than you.”
“Dahlia was the bravest, strongest, kindest, nicest, most thoughtful person I have ever had the honor, the privilege to know. I am truly grateful to have been able to call her my friend. She was a better person, a more forgiving person, a kinder and nicer person, and a stronger person than I can ever hope to be.”
Amy wipes her eyes. She cannot help but giggle a bit.
“You know what the most screwed up part is Michael? She would have forgiven the guy who stabbed her. You and I know she would have. It’s for that reason, I forgave him. He killed her, and yet, I realize he had issues and for that, because she would, I forgive him.”
She wipes the tears from her eyes again.
“And she would have forgiven you for all of this. But I cannot forgive you. I will not forgive you. I will never forgive you.”
Her hand is visibly shaking in anger.
“You have failed her in life far, far greater than you ever failed her in life, and yours is a history of failing her.”
“You built the Children of Nephilim to do what? Protect the innocent? Defend the weak? Explain to me how anything they have done since the day they crawled out of wherever you found them has been anything that defended the weak or protected the innocent. Explain to me how any of it has been for Dahlia or for her memory.”
“Explain to me how stealing the UWA Championship protected the innocent or defended the weak. Explain to me how abducting and torturing Broderick Montgomery, emotionally devastating Jeszika Gautier is anything Dahlia would have done or honors her, or protects and defends anyone. Explain to me how anything Cole Hunter did to the Sin City Knights should be ignored in exchange for targeting someone like Silver Baron fits in with your ideals. Explain how beating the hell out of Silver Baron and threatening to use his skin to make a book is something Dahlia would have done. Explain to me how in the hell Danika Bayne holding Bethany in a choke hold while Ashley and her minion practically crippled Broderick Montgomery is protecting or defending the weak and innocent!”
“Did you even give a damn about her Michael, or was your claims to want to keep her safe just to hide the fact you are nothing more than a selfish, worthless, miserable, pathetic piece of human garbage?”
Amy rips the sword out of the mannequin with a scream, and then drives it back into the face of the mannequin, all the way to the hilt, shattering the mask on the impact. She stands there, glaring in at the mannequin, her face contorted in rage.
“Bele Elohim, Miako,I know Kyle Travis gave you the chance to run. I do no. I have never been this angry in my life, and I do not know what I am capable of, but I do know, whatever I do, I am not going to regret it. No oath, no code, no ideal or belief I hold to is going to save you, because this is a matter of honor. Not my honor; Dahlia’s, and for that, I will sacrifice my own. You have willingly followed Michael Rivers and Danika.”
“Danika Bayne, you can forget challenging Bethany Kenyon, not because Ashley Kenyon clearly will not allow anyone but her from challenging Bethany, but because I refuse to allow you do go anywhere near her because I have every intention of kicking your head so hard the mask is going to be the only thing holding your face in any recognizable shape. You cannot run away from this. I will not let you. You want to step into the ring with a champion? I am standing right here and I have a title bitch, so come on. You want to be at Michael’s side? He will fail you just like he did Dahlia, only this time, no one will care if he fails, because you are a tool. You are not worthy of touching whatever came off the bottom of Dahlia’s shoes, never mind her bear.”
“Michael Rivers, you are not a god. You are not a messiah. You are not a prophet. You are a sad, hypocritical, pathetic little man trying to deal with the guilt over constantly failing someone who never needed you to begin with and dragging her name, her legacy and her memory through the mud every single day of the last year. And I am coming to kick your head off. And I do not mean that as a euphemism. I want your head Michael. You know what they say about revenge; “when you go on a mission of revenge, dig two graves”. There is NOTHING I would not do for Dahlia, Michael, and every day you continue to allow the Children of Nephilim to exist is an insult to her. If I am going to go down in flames in this attempt, I am going to burn the Children of Nephilim down with me! For her, I will slay a god!”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” tries to calm herself. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She exhales slowly, trying to calm herself down. Her hand stops shaking.
“Sorry, I realize I have been ignoring my upcoming match with Angel, but this whole thing with the Children of Nephilim just has me so frustrated. I mean you think you know someone, and then they go and do something like this, and it just does not make any sense. I know he’s got his issues and such, but this is such a counter to everything the person he did it all for would go or say. And it just makes me so angry, so frustrated. Here is this guy, just dragging the memory of a very dear friend through the mud, and he has been doing it unchecked for over a year, and it’s just so, I don’t even have the words for it.”
Realizing that she is sort of rambling, and that her hand has started shaking again, Amy closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She tries to keep her hand from shaking.
“I suppose the polite thing to do would be to welcome you to the UWA, Angel, but to be honest I am not feeling particularly polite at the moment. Really not sure why the UWA decided I should be the first person you should face. I suppose they thought that maybe if I got all my anger out trying to beat the hell out of you, then maybe the Children of Nephilim would be safe.”
“They will not be.”
“To be honest, Angel, I am not in a good place right now mentally. I have tried running, meditation, Thai Chi, acupuncture, some charity work, and, selfish as it is, even tried a spa day. Nothing worked. Nothing seems to want to calm me down. Nothing seems to want to take the edge off. None of my usual methods work.”
“The only thing that seems to calm me down is when I am hitting something. It lets me get all my anger and aggression out. I think I read that method is not healthy, but it works, which is probably a bad thing, because it means I am going to hit you very hard at Monday Night Mayhem. It’s not personal, it is just I am not in a good place right now and you get to be the guy dealing with me dealing with all my issues with someone else’s issues.
"
“And it is frustrating, because I know that despite his bold words, Michael Rivers will not be handling me himself. What he fails to realize is that unlike Kyle Travis, he cannot just sick on follower on me, and then allow that person to move on. I am coming for the head of every member of the Children of Nephilim. Unfortunately, this week I am not facing one of them, so all this anger, this rage, I have to take out on you Angel, and I am sorry for that. I really am.”
Amy rips the jian out of the mannequin’s head. She looks at the blade.
“I do not give up. I do not quit. I keep going until I have nothing left to give. Angel, at Monday Night Mayhem, I am going to do my best to try and kick your head off, and show you why I am simply Amy Zing.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” turns the blade in her hand. With one quick, fluid motion, she swings the blade up, across the mannequin. For a moment, nothing happens. Then the Children of Nephilim shirt splits along Amy’s cut, the bottom half of the cut shirt starts to slide down the mannequin body. The upper half of the torso slides off, the cut running along the same line, lands on the floor with a dull thud.
“And then, I go for the Children of Nephilim, and nothing is going to stop me.”
The scene fades out of the jian in Amy’s hand.
"IF YOU THINK ANY CODE OF HONOR OR COMPASSION OR SENSE OF DECENCY IS GOING TO SAVE YOU, THEN YOU ARE DAMN WRONG, BECAUSE I AM COMING FOR YOU!"
The scene fades to black.