I C U/Poor Thing

[<~The Shooting Starr~>]

I watched her grow, from little sister to a butterfly
I seen her evolve from ring rat to champion
She was my precious thing
My one and only
She put up little fight, this feisty one she's become
It's a shame she had to go.
A shame she had to be taken
Oh how I longed for her company
Oh how she kicked and screamed
Her pain, my pleasure

Oh how you had two girls fight for you
Two girls who wanted your attention
In the end I win though.
I always win
Neither girl could have you
Yet I do!
I'm your one
I'm your only
I'm your man
I'm your captor

And you..
Your my little Shayne Pain

The lights flicker on from the black screen to show the lovely Shayne Pain tied to a chair, beaten, bloody and unconcious as the man behind the act tosses the letter he read aloud onto the ground at her feet and we fade back to black