Standing outside of a nice looking building the camera showed the outskirts of it before the man walked up the stairs, nothing that was shown told them, the viewers, where exactly they were. The building looked absolutely outstanding. Nice size, garage behind it, perfect light shaded blue color, there was nothing wrong with it, it looked like the perfect home really, a very big home that was. Step by step the camera moved closer to the black framed glass door that was ahead of him. When he got to the door a man in a black suit opened it up and let him inside. When you first entered it looked like a waiting area, chairs of a very comfortable sort were all about. There was a podium with a book on it and the camera man stepped closer to it before focusing on the book and what was written on it. 

It was a sign in book…but no names but Kelsia’s were signed into the book. At least that meant Kelsia Vector was in the building somewhere. There was a pile of cards on the side of the book… the camera man picked one up before laying it on the book and focusing in on it so the viewers could read what it said.

FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND

Over all my burdens, and through all my fears… Jesus carries me.
Through all my trials, and through all my tears… Jesus carries me.


One night a man had a dream.
He dreamt he was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: 
one belonging to him, and the other to the LORD.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the footprints in the sand.

He noticed that many times along the path of
his life there was only one set of footprints.

He also noticed that it happened at the very
lowest and saddest times in his life.

This really bothered him and he
questioned the LORD about it:

"LORD, you said that once I decided to follow
you, you'd walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most
troublesome times in my life,
there is only one set of footprints.
I don't understand why when
I needed you most you would leave me."

The LORD replied:

"Oh my precious. precious child,
I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints,
I didn’t leave you, it was then that I carried you."

Over all my burdens, and through all my fears… Jesus carries me.
Through all my triumphs, and through all my tears… Jesus carries me.

Oh he carries me across the burning sand, over water deep and wide
he gently takes me by the hand and carries me to the other side.
Oh my Jesus carries me.


Once the camera man was done reading the front he turned the card over before capturing the back and what that read.

In Loving Memory of 
Aurora ‘Ghost’ Jansen
April 25, 1985
April 19, 2009


By now it was obvious where the camera man was, he was at the funeral pallor and he did not like it too much. He shook his head causing the camera to shake back and forth for a moment before he moved it again as he moved through to the next room and he stood there in shock himself as he seen an open casket with none other then Aurora within it. Of course it was not the real Aurora, as it was just a wax figure of her but it was so life like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. 

He looked around the room and sitting in a chair right up front was none other then the one who asked him to come, Kelsia Vector. He cleared his throat and that caused Kelsia to turn around looking right at him. She nodded as if thanking him for coming before going and standing up at the podium that was within the room, by the casket and she smoothed her long black dress out before speaking to everyone...though from the looks of it, no one was there.

”I want to thank you all for coming here today to remember a Wrestler who we lost all too soon in this business. I have a small poem to recite for the deceased. She looked over towards the casket before looking down to the podium once more.

“I have passed a mountain peak and my soul is soaring in the
Firmament of complete and unbound freedom;
I am far, far away, my companions, and the clouds are
Hiding the hills from my eyes.
The valleys are becoming flooded with an ocean of silence, and the
Hands of oblivion are engulfing the roads and the houses;
The prairies and fields are disappearing behind a white specter
That looks like the spring cloud, yellow as the candlelight
And red as the twilight.

The songs of the waves and the hymns of the streams
Are scattered, and the voices of the throngs reduced to silence;
And I can hear naught but the music of Eternity
In exact harmony with the spirit's desires.
I am cloaked in full whiteness;
I am in comfort; I am in peace.


She paused for a moment before speaking once more, this time with a smile on her face. She was addressing the room of ‘people’ this time when technically her words were all for the Ghost herself. “Aurora here was all talk. She spoke of taking me over the edge more then once, yet that never seemed to happen, she wore herself out trying and just came out failing. She thought that I was really listening and mentioned me then going on a wild tangent. Aurora, dear heart, I was listening to you, but it is clear that you don’t listen to me, well you do…but you take it as jokes. You said if I wanted to know anything then to just ask…” She turned to face the deceased Aurora. “…Tell me something Aurora, what will you do when you finally realize that the joke is on you? I know that is another question, but it does not need to be answered, you see, they are called rhetorical questions, they are just thrown out there, but the answer is not needed. So once more, you could have saved your breath if you thought before speaking. You see, though I could care less about you being happy with your win, I did care enough to make sure I had your number.” She looked to the top on the open casket and sure enough there was a number 13 in black right there where everyone could see it. 

“You see Aurora, you sent a gift to Cole, and it was for nothing, he can’t even be here today to celebrate your life. Cole is just one more person on the roster that is out of my way, you should feel the same way about that Ghost. For the record, if you ever would send me anything, I would return it so it would be a pointless task, unless of course that is the only way you receive mail, getting things returned to you.”

“As far as our encounter last week when I was going to see Charles, and happened to see you, lets just say, if security was not there this would have been done and over with last week, because you would not have even made it to Shockwave. Guess we will never really know what might have happened though, but it does not even matter anymore. I am focused on the present, and the future, not the past interactions. You want to contradict my words, fine, have your fun with that. Better Women, better Wrestler, it does not matter… either way it will be settled this coming Sunday in the ring.”

“You want to talk about Roric, and Ryan again, you have fun with that, I am done with them. I have nothing to say, all my words are for you dear heart, though Ryan calling you a home wrecker was quite funny. You see dear, it’s a term, it does not mean that you wreck houses…get that straight in your little head. I hope that you see how serious I am. As for you mentioning your little friend again, his name will be Casper, because he is not important enough to care to know anything about. So you just enjoy Casper and all he has to say to you.”

Kelsia moved from behind the podium and over towards the casket which was surrounded by flowers. Reaching to one of the arrangements she pulled out a lily holding that single flower in her hand by its stem. Standing in front of the casket she looked down at Aurora with a smile on her face. The camera man moved so his angle was coming from the side and he could see that smirk on her face.

“You see Aurora; wins are not everything to me. I could care less about the wins. My goal is to take out my opponents one at a time and it does not matter how long it might take it will happen. The wins only matter if I am going to be going against the next victim, and you changed places with my first seeing as you don’t want to just go away. You call it yourself, this Sunday; it will be the fight of your life. That is a truthful statement there, because if you don’t come out of this one on top, then you will be out. If you are not out…then you will be coming into your next match in ACW with plenty of injuries for your opponent to capitalize on. You see, there will be plenty of blood from both you and I this Sunday, because I plan on putting my body on the line to take you out. There will be no playing nice, playing fair…no this will not be about fun and games, it will be about taking on another to the extreme. I have all the faith in the world that I will be the last one standing in this coming bout.” 

Kelsia moved over laying the white Lily into the casket. Looking down at Aurora she shook her head. “Why you would sing a song that shows how beautiful you are in death I will never know. I guess you know yourself that you are done, and I will be coming out on top this week.” Kelsia moved her hands up to the top of the casket before slamming the lid down hard. “Rest well Aurora, God knows you will need it.” With that Kelsia turned and walked out of the room. The camera went to the closed casket once more before turning to a black screen with the ACW logo coming to show on it.