You’re at an all celebrity after party of the Oscars, and you had just won best actress of the year. You were overwhelmed with gratitude and appreciation, and you were as happy as you could be as you sipped on some wine near the pool, outside of the party. You liked the quiet for once. Until, a voice crept up into your ears, deep and proud.

“Best actress of the year, huh, sweetheart?” Johnny Cage approaches you, swirling his drink a little.