She's beautiful, isn't she? Lying there on my bed, so perfect, so pristine. Fresh, young, virginal. I run my hands down her sleek body and relish the feel under my skin. I shudder as I feel her move under my touch, knowing that she is now my instrument, my tool. She is under my command, doing nothing more or nothing less than I want. She is mine. No one else has ever laid a hand on her, used her for any carnal purpose, as I intend to do. I smile, knowing what is yet to come. She knows nothing. She is clueless. She is perfect. I pull her from the bed and slowly walk out the door. I think it's time she met a few of my friends.

We get into the car and drive to the arena. The fans are waiting there, watching my every move. I open the door and she's in my arms. I can see the jealousy in their eyes. They know that nothing compares to her beauty, and the longing in their eyes makes me smile. She's mine…all mine. And she wouldn't have it any other way. As I enter the arena with her in my arms, I know that I am on top of the world.

I see Kurt and I walk toward him, her in my arms. He turns and looks at me, and I see something in his eyes. Is it jealousy? Respect? As he turns and runs away, I think for a brief moment that it might have been fear. I cause that reaction in people, you know. I am the Game…I am that damn good. Looking at her, I know that she knows this as well as I do.

Venturing farther into the backstage area, I see the Hurricane. I call to him. He turns and sees her and his mouth drops open. I approach him with every intention of greeting him, as one would do with a friend they haven't seen in a while. He has other ideas, it seems, as he walks away quickly. Perhaps his Hurrisenses detect her perfection. She would make anyone feel inadequate. I understand his need to get away. Sometimes her beauty makes me feel powerless as well.

Jay is leaning against the wall, talking on the phone as I approach. He is distracted, so I stand in front of him, waiting for him to notice me…her. He looks up and his conversation stops. His eyes widen and I know that he is in awe of her beauty. He is speechless. He is trembling, such is the force of her presence. He bows down before her and I walk away, smiling.

There's Billy & Chuck. I wonder what they'll say about her. When they see me walking towards them, they turn and run. They are intimidated, because they know that even they can't compare to her beauty.

D-Von and the Deacon are next. They will recognize her heavenly beauty. They will testify. They will admire her, worship her, and preach to the world about her grace. They turn when I call to them and back away slowly. Guess they are immune to her feminine wiles. Men of God - don't understand them at all. She is a goddess…don't they see that?

I have exhausted all possibilities. None of my friends have stuck around to admire her. I think she's disappointed. I reassure her, tell her that I love her more than anything. I tell her that she can go to the ring with me, that the public will see her and cheer her, praise her, and worship her the way that I do. Taker is in the ring now, talking about how he's going to kick my ass. She doesn't like this. I can tell she's itching to get ahold of him, and I agree with her 100%. We make our way to the ring and he turns to watch. Did he just laugh at her? I can't believe the man that bores us on a weekly basis about respect would be so disrespectful of her. She can't believe it either. Maybe that's why she's twitching in my arms. Maybe that's why she's rising up, aiming for his head. And I smile as she hits her target, the vibrations shooting through her body straight into my hands. And as I watch him hit the mat, I fall in love with her all over again. Turning away from the ring, I sling her over my shoulder and make my way up the ramp.

When I reach my dressing room, I lay her on the bench and go take my shower. I can't wait to get back to her. Even these few minutes away make my heart ache. She is the epitome of beauty. I love her. I miss her. I wrap the towel around my waist and go to her. Wait! Where is she? She was right here, and now…now, she's gone! Someone has taken my lady love. I pull on my pants and rush out the door, screaming for her, looking in every room, around every corner.

I stop everyone and ask if they've seen her. Kurt shakes his head. Olympic hero, my ass. Hurricane says he'll use his superpowers to help me. I thank him and continue my search. Jay isn't there. Billy & Chuck said they thought they saw her leave with Taker. D-Von and the Deacon confirm that suspicion. I run outside and see him…that big, ugly bastard has her over his shoulder. He throws her on the ground and pours something on her. What's that in his hand? Matches??? NO!!!!!!!

I rush to her, trying to save her from this inferno, but I am too late. I sink to my knees and sob. Does he realize what he's done? Does he know what he's taken from me? How will I ever find one as beautiful as her? How could he be so cruel? I stand and turn to face him, his laughter echoing across the empty parking lot. He asks what I plan on doing to him now, without her by my side. I tell him I am nothing without her. He says I am nothing with her. I punch him and again, he laughs. He hits me in the head, hard. I fall to the ground, lying next to her charred remains. I look up at him and ask why, why he took her from me, why he was torturing me like this. He kicked me in the ribs, then said the cruelest, most inhumane thing one human being could say to another: "get over it, man. It was just a fuckin' sledgehammer!"