Angel? Hi..it's Joe...not sure exactly how to say this but I think it's obvious we need to talk as soon as possible. Ok...bye..

Joe hangs up and goes back to his chair. He places a tape inside of his match with Rocket and Enigma from ICW New Year's Tragedy, Joe grabs Rocket and slams him with the Solitaire Unraveling. Joe chuckles to himself and turns off the tape. He tries the phone again. No response. But no sooner does he hang it up does it ring. He picks it up.

Hello?

Joe, this is Mandy. I wanted to let you know that I'm coming by to pick up my things. I have right to them. I don't plan on taking any of your things, I just want to get my own. I still have the key so you can't keep me out.

Fine...don't expect me to be here.

Joe loudly hangs up the phone, grabs his jacket and goes outside. He climbs into his Dodge Ram, and peels out of his driveway before crusing out into the road and taking off. A short time later he is at ICW HQ, parked outside. He walks inside, not expecting anyone to be in, as early as it is. He goes to his office, hangs his jacket up and looks over at the wall. A fist-sized hole, with traces of blood is still there. He glances downward at his hand, and notices the bandages need changing. He neglects his own wounds. He sits down and the same vision re-plays. He tries calling again. No dice. No voicemail from Joe this time either. Dazed and confused, Joe turns on the small TV he has to catch any promos that may be important. He sees one from ICW's World Champion. Bob Rocket. The name makes him slam his fist on the desk and wince as sharp pain shoots through his hand.

FUCK! I know that it's broken, why do I do that? I need to see a doctor.

He continues watching and sees Rocket ending his promo by racing off to talk with Angel. He pulls the TV cord from the wall and throws it at the door. It is a small portable one so it does more damage to the TV itself than the door. Joe curses loudly again, but hears voices outside so quickly goes to grab his jacket and leave before he has to talk with anyone. It's just two custodians chatting. They point at Joe and begin mentioning what was caught on tape and shown to the world. Joe curses again and leaves the building. He seems to be talking to himself more so than normal now.

Well Joe, where to now? Your house has been invaded, your company stirs up memories...maybe the park..even better..I'll run some laps at the Grand Prix track. Shut up Joe, people are staring.

Joe nods his head towards a man and realizes he's drunk so he doesn't bother to make any more acknowledgement towards him. He climbs back into his Ram and speeds off. He passes the park and sees a blond-haired woman, with long legs sitting in a swing, and slows down, thinking it may be Angel, but dismisses the thought.

Why would she be in a swing at the park? Jeez Joe, get a grip. You've gotta clear your head.

Joe looks out his rearview mirror and sees she has a shirt on, which is blue with an angel on it, and he thinks that it cannot be a coincidence, he slams on the breaks and parks his Dodge Ram, then runs over to see Angel completely passed out. He lifts her head up and she's still unconscious, so he looks over at the cameraman, who is just staring.

What the fuck happened?

She exhausted herself from training...told me to fuck off..stupid bi....

Joe punches him in the face and then cries out realizing it was his broken hand...he tries to shake away the pain and picks up Angel, and carries her over to a park bench and lays her down. He sprinkles water on her face and she slowly wakes up.

Where am I?? Joe? What are you doing here?

That's not important..are you ok? You were passed out in a swing. I brought you over here because I was worried.

Angel slowly moves her head over and sees the cameraman sprawled out on the ground.

What about him?

He..er..he passed out too. Are you feeling all right?

Angel looks over at Joe and shakes her head.

No. I'm anything but alright. I feel sick and�and�.I don't know how to describe it. Maybe I should just disappear. Go away where no one can find me. Maybe that would be better for everyone.

Better for whom? Not me, not your fans, not the people in the lockerroom who do care.

Joe helps her sit up and he sits next to her.

I've been meaning to talk to you, and I'm personally glad I found you, I was afraid you were hurt.

Hurt?? How could I not be hurt? You are the only one besides Bob that cares for me. Not my fans, not the other people in the locker room, not even my damn cameraman. No one would miss me if I left. And the more I think about it, the more the idea is appealing.

Angel, don't even think that. Those fans do care. If they didn't care, they wouldn't blow the roof off of the place when you enter. I saw some with tears in their eyes when they saw how happy you were winning the TV title for crying out loud! And as far as others in the lockerroom...I happen to go to that lockerroom, and I'd care very much if you disappeared, and no, not because you make ICW money, because I care for you as a person.

Angel's eyes water up and a couple of tears fall down her face.

You make things so complicated.

Yeah I get that a lot.

Angel smiles and continues.

I care about you too. I hated Mandy for what she did to you. I hate it that you are upset over her. She doesn't deserve you. She most certainly doesn't deserve you hurting yourself over her. Just look at your hand. It's all bloody and bleeding again. You've really got to learn to take care of yourself Joe.

Well, my hand is the least of my worries as of late.

She begins to question, but then realizes what he means and nods in acknowledgement.

I know it is. But still. You have to take care of your hand. I don't want to see you hurt anymore than you already are.

Well, that's very nice of you..but..why is it that within the past two days we started out with me wondering about you and ending up with you wondering about me? It scared me when you were passed out like that.

Joe unwraps his own hand, and wraps it tighter, wincing a bit, but ignoring the pain before speaking again.

If you must know, my hand was hurt again twice, thanks to that cameraman and...someone else.

Someone else?? Who on Earth could have upset you that much that you forgot about you hurt hand?

Joe thinks for a moment, considering if he should tell her or not, but realizes he should.

ICW's World Champion, Bob Rocket.

Angel looks at him, shocked.

From the looks of his promo, he's mad about..what happened..and he's looking for you right now. He just pisses me off, mainly because of the way he's treated you lately.

Angel sits and is completely shocked. No trace of any emotion can really be seen in her face or her eyes. She starts to rock herself a little back and forth before groaning.

Oh, I think I'm gonna be sick.

Angel drops down to her knees on the ground and holds her head in her hands, trying to control her body. Joe looks concerned, he places an arm on her and stands up to leave.

Obviously I'm causing more problems. I mean, the whole reason Rocket may be mad at you, would be my fault. The reason you're sick right now, my fault. You know Angel, if anyone should disappear, it's me. I'll leave you now..

Angel reaches out and stops him. She looks up at him, her face twisted with pain that goes beyond the physical.

It's not you that's the problem Joe. And I don't want you to leave. I'm scared Joe. I don't know what's happening to me. On top of all that I don't know where Bob is.

Joe hugs her and lets go...and then starts to speak again.

This may shock you a bit, but, that memory of us kissing has replayed in my mind several times...I shouldn't have done that I think, in fact, I'm just as scared as you.

Joe chuckles a little bit to himself.

And I call myself The Man Without Fear..scared of my own feelings.

You aren't the only one. I am too. In some ways I feel like that's all I feel lately, is fear. Not fear of my opponents, but fear of myself, my body, my feelings, my thoughts.

Joe frowns before getting an idea.

Listen, I don't want to just leave you here obviously, and I don't want to take you the hospital, because I think what you need is just a lot of rest. Would you like to stay in the guest room at my house? I promise you'll have all privacy and everything, I just want to make sure you are better before you go out and do anything.

What about Bob?? What if he comes to your house in a rage?? What about that? I appreciate your off Joe, I really do, but I don't want to cause you trouble. Your offer means a lot to me, but maybe you should just leave me here.

Nonsense...I'm still your friend, Angel. It's no trouble at all.

Angel tries to stand but her knees get weak and she stumbles before Joe catches her.

Now there's no doubt about it. I'm NOT leaving you here, you can't even walk!

Just leave me. I can stay here. I'm not going to bring you any extra heat.

I've had worse problems than Rocket, Angel. Now, as your boss, and more importantly, as your friend, I have to do this..

Joe scoops up Angel and walks her over to his Ram, helping her into the passenger side. He does notice she's not exactly fighting..she seems really weak and tired. He climbs into the driver's side.

I'm taking you somewhere...you have a choice, go to a hospital where you'll be poked and prodded at by strangers, or stay at my house, in the guest room, so you can get some much needed rest.

Angel lolls her head against the back of the seat, looking more and more groggy and not all here. She groans, knowing she has no choice.

Fine, you win. I'll stay at your guest room.

Joe puts the RAM into drive and pulls out from his impromptu parking spot, he frowns noticing he has a ticket, but drives away nonetheless, heading to his house so Angel can rest. The scene fades out with the RAM driving away.