*Falco rolled out of the ring emotionless. What happened? Why had Falco done this? What lies ahead? None of these questions ran through his head. Nothing mattered. He had done what he had done for his own reasons. Falco made his way up the ramp as a shower of nachos and sodas rained down on him. He paused at the top of the ramp. Had things finally caught up? He turned only his head, whispered something to no one. Falco had done what needed to be done. The future was now. He walked off into the back*