@Stella:  The soggy victim's eyes stare wide at the ceiling for a moment, and she finally blinks, not even mouthing her relief.  Neither of them do.  Even having faced certain death inside you, when she finally looks up at you, it's with admiration.  "You really did earn that belt." She sighs.  "I wish I could wear it, but I guess I'm just not there yet..." The crowd was getting up to leave, the matches were over.  You were the main attraction, after all.<br/><br/>@Santi:  Tim watches out the rainy window as Sam disappears into the night to get some food.  Alone in the bathroom, the light over the sink, a curly power-saver fluorescent, flickers a bit with age, the mirror giving your good looks the softness they deserved in the low tone.  Tim out there would sigh loudly, and ruffle the sheets a bit.  Now the question of where next loomed dauntingly... running from people like that...<br/><br/>@Onyx and Baron:  The professor just shakes his head.  "If you're chickening out now..." He steps in.  "Feels solid to me.  Cable's a freight cable - this could take a six ton load." He shakes the car about.  "Somewhere on here would be the maximum load... it would say.  I don't think it would be a problem." He grinds his teeth a bit, his mind on not the yield of the cart but the end of its path...