The last performance. You have to pull it off, you have to stay alive. You know how this works, losing opponent dies. You've sang your way up the scoreboard, but it's getting tiring. So tiring. You pick up the mic, just for it to be set back down, vision blurring. You look over, and your opponent (whom you've known since childhood) throws his mic down. He walks towards you and kisses you. You pull away for a moment and he grabs your neck and kisses you again. Without you realizing your opponent has lost, blood drips out of his mouth, with the most calm face seen. He let's go as he's shot again, and falls to the ground.