Possibly the last page of the pro wrestling story. It's time to end this thing. After a match of getting thrown around, I think I'm about done. Blacking in and out, I noticed I'm laid out on the mat and I feel like I can't move. The crowd erupts meaning something big is about to happen. Since I'm on the mat, that means something is about to happen to me. I can see out the corner of my eye that Anthony Snow is making his way to the top rope. I don't blame him for taking things to such a high level with me after all the shenanigans I pulled during the match. I try to move but I think I might have to take this one.