The Ice Man's head feels heavy.
Various images race through his mind as he struggles to
open his eyes. His hands and feet tied to a bed, a woman on
top of him, heavy breathing. None of it makes any sense.
The last thing he remembers is Matt and James leaving. The
nurse, what did she say? She acted like she knew him.
Slowly the blurry images began to come together into one
clear memory. She had locked the door and put something in
his IV. She acted like she knew him, but he couldn't
remember her. He had passed out, and she had taken
advantage of the situation. Ice finally pries his eyes open
and sees the nurse, pulling her underwear back on under her
skirt. Ice tries to get up only to find that he is still
tied to the bed. He also notices that the door is still
locked, as there are people pounding on the other side of
it.

Ice: You bitch! What the fuck did you
do? What the fuck did I do to deserve this?

The woman smiles and looks at The Ice Man as she reaches
into her pocket. She pulls out a hundred dollar bill and
drops it on his chest.

Nurse: You really are a son of a
bitch, you know that. You didn't even recognize me when you
got here, it was like you had never seen me before. Of
course that's just like you. You walk into your bar with
your money, and you take home any woman you want. You spend
the whole time making her feel special and treating her
nice, until the next morning. Once you have gotten what you
want you kick her to the curb and find a new toy the next
night.

As the pounding on the door continues she moves in close to
The Ice Man, making sure he pays close attention to what
she is saying.

Nurse: I didn't know that at first.
So I tried to call a couple times, but of course I got no
response. No answer, no return call. So then I decided to
go by that bar and see if I could find you. Of course I
did, only you were busy entertaining some other bimbo. So
then I decided to start following you. Every night you took
another one home, and every morning you left and they had
to take a cab home. Just like me. Eventually I got fed up,
I decided you needed a lesson. I hope you liked the changes
I made to your living room, and the little present I left
in your milk. Oh wait, thats what got you here in the first
place.

Ice: You fucking bitch. You're crazy.
Let me out of this fucking bed. I swear to god lady you
will pay for this, for all of it. You are going to rot in
prison for this shit you crazy fucking bitch.

Nurse: Now now, if I really am that
crazy do you think I'll spend so much as a day in prison?
Hell, even if I do I think it's worth it. After what I have
done to you, I hope you feel just like all those women once
they realized they had simply been used by your good for
nothing ass. And all it took was a little drug cocktail to
get things working just right while you stayed passed out.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have some errands to run.

The words sting the Ice Man as they leave her lips. He had
said them so many times over the past month. Leaving the
women in his bed with money for a cab and false hope that
he would answer their calls. Now here he was, left with a
hundred dollars and hope that justice would be served as
the woman in front of him calmly unlocks the door and it
bursts open. Security officers immediately grab her and the
doctor rushes into the room followed shortly by James and
Matt. All three of them begin asking what happened but Ice
finds himself speechless as tears begin streaming down his
face as the reality began to set in.

On the way home The Ice Man made a stop at the hardware
store. The nurse had been arrested but that didn't matter.
Ice grabbed one of each type of lock off the shelf. When he
got home the first thing he did was test them all out. Then
retested them, and tested them again. Then he slept, or
rather, he tried to sleep. Every time he began to doze off
he saw her face. Once it was obvious he would not be
getting any sleep Ice took a shower, trying to scrub off
the smell of her. It had been three days, but he could
still smell her on his skin. After trying for an hour he
finally gave up and laid back in his bed, unable to sleep
he simply curled up under as many blankets as he could find
and wept.

Matt: Ice come on. You have to get
out of this bed. You have a match to get ready for.

Ice: ...

Matt: You can't stay here forever,
you have to get back to your life. Put this all behind you.

Ice: ...

That was easy for Matt to say. He hadn't been through it.
He had no idea how it felt. In the two days since he had
returned home Ice had managed to get a total of three hours
of sleep, and each time he was awoken by the same
nightmare. Her labored breathing as she forced herself upon
his unconscious form. How was Ice supposed to concentrate
on anything else, let alone a stupid tag match, when every
moment of his life was filled with her image. He had been
violated and there was no way to put that behind him.

Matt: She is in jail now Ice. She'll
never be able to do anything to you again. Now get your ass
out of bed and come watch these tapes.

Ice: ...

Matt: Fine, just lay there. But don't
even think about blaming me when High Impact, or Fusion or
even those other two assholes kick your ass around the
ring.

The Ice Man doesn't even bother trying to move. He feels
Matt stand up off of the edge of the bed and hears him
leave, closing the door behind him. After a few moments he
hears the door slowly open and close once more. He hears
light footsteps approaching the bed and feels the bed shift
as somebody sits down on the edge. Figuring it is Matt
again Ice stays buried underneath the blanket. Suddenly a
hand is laid upon his should over the blanket but whoever
it is says nothing but nonetheless the hand feels oddly
comforting. After a few minutes the tears slow and finally
stop. Eventually his curiosity gets to him and he lifts the
blanket off of his head, revealing his ex-girlfriend Jenny.
Ice pauses for a moment and looks into her eyes before
throwing both hands around her and holding her tight. As
she wraps her arms around him he buries his head into her
shoulder and once again lets the tears come.