Johnny Cage, you beloved husband. But oh my lord was he a handful... the way he constantly came home late at night with new bruises which other says were replaced by bite marks by other women. Could you really complain though? He was loyal to only you, not letting anyone else get that far into it all.

He had a new thing, fighting in the alley for money. Boxing. Tonight, he left without telling you where he was going... You knew though.

When he came home he was laughing loudly, hollering as he opened the door and waved off to the car he came home in. He walked into the open living room with his arms out. He wore a purple jacket with fur around the neck and a pair of sunglasses. "Honey, I'm home!" He laughed again, his nose bloody and very obviously broken.