You see a black barrel sitting in the middle of an empty parking lot. You see paper, clothes, stuffed animals, anything that can be burned is in that barrel. You see a girl in a black button down shirt and blue jeans. She dumps gasoliene all over the thing in the barrel and then she takes a match to it.
So....this tournament I'm in....hehehHAHAHAHAH! I can not wait for it. My first opponent goes by the name Freddie....
Nicoli takes off her shirt and she is now in a white tank top. She sticks her arm in the fire and laughs at the pain. She then sticks her arm in ice water and just grins.
Freddie....I have no soul. I feel nothing....not pain....not anger...nothing. I will win this match and move on to my next....victim. You better talk to that soul....you better keep your soul close Freddie....at the end of that match.....your soul will be mine......hehehehheh.....HAHAHAHAH!
As the camera fades, Marisol is seen taking a stapler to her arm to close the burn wound.
