The scene opens in the backstage area. The Wrestlution Axxess tour has been set up as usual and Valkyrie was asked to attend. She's now busy with a meet & greet session with her fans.

Kiddo: Valkyrie!

Valkyrie (Depressed): Yo yo that's me. How can I help you kiddo?

The kid walks around the table and gets closer to her. She looks concerned for a moment, as she doesn't seem to know what the fan was up to. He does not have bad intentions though.

Kiddo: I want to talk to you.

Valkyrie (Depressed): That's great to hear but unfortunately I don't have time to waste. Let me sign your shirt or whatever and get out of here.

Kiddo: Sarah… can I call you Sarah?

Valkyrie: Sure, whatever.

Kiddo: Me and my classmates are worried about you… Something has changed in the way you act. I can feel it. You are not the Valkyrie we all know and love. What happened to you?

Valkyrie facepalms and sighs.

Valkyrie: Look. I don't have time for this. I'll just make it short and sweet for you, kid. Fairy Tales don't necessarily have a Happy Ending. The world is not made of pixie dust. And unicorns do not exist.

Valkyrie: It took me a while to realize it but… I finally did. Everyone has to grow up at some point.

Kiddo: Shut up! Stop it!

The kid slaps her in the face. Valkyrie glares back at him with a shocked expression on her face, yet she doesn't raise her hands in self defense.

Kiddo: Tomorrow you have the biggest match of your career. A life defining moment. The chance to win the only thing that there is left for you to win in OCW. It's now or never.

Valkyrie: Uh uh… do you want to buy a t-shirt or… ?

Kiddo: Blaine beat you once already. One on one, on Riot. The regular Valkyrie couldn't do it. You are scared and afraid, there is nothing wrong with that. Everyone reacts differently to panic and fear…

Valkyrie: Uh uh…

Kiddo: But what about Sigrùn? The one who stood toe to toe against a Cheryl Stixx last year. The one who killed the demon Furiosa. You have to become Sigrùn. Come with me!

Valkyrie: Wait...where are we going?

The kid grabs her by her hand and she takes her through the hallways of the backstage area until they reach a poorly lit storage room. The kid opens the door and gets inside, as Valkyrie reluctantly follows him as well.

Kiddo: Here. Let me show you something. Do you remember this?

The kid shows her a mannequin who is wearing a slightly different version of her regular attire. It's made of gold and leather and it resembles a Valkyrie armour.

Kiddo: This attire is the one you used for the toughest matches of your career. It will help you do the unthinkable and defeat Blaine.

Kiddo: Tomorrow you won't be Sarah, you won't be this pathetic, rotten, shell of a human being. You will be a true Valkyrie. A true Hero. The undisputed Hero of this Fairy Tale.

Valkyrie: I… what… who… who are you?

Just as she turns around to talk to him, the kid disappears. She looks around the room but he is nowhere to be found, as if he had vanished in front of her very eyes.

The Sigrùn Armour though was still there, right in front of her.

Valkyrie: What the… am I hallucinating now?

The scene fades to black.

The Camera pans to the announce team!  

	What a victory!
	But at what cost?

The scene opens in a hallway in the backstage area, the staff buzzing in overdrive everywhere that the camera can see, each member of the staff assigned to a critical task that they need to perform to the utmost of their abilities in order for this weekend to go off without a hitch.

In the middle of this buzz, one man stands almost completely still, all but his arms moving around across his body and his face, trembling with fury as he works.

The Reigning Pride Champion, The One Man Revolution, The Self Proclaimed Ace of Wrestlelution Prime, Bobby Minio stands in the hallway as he slaters himself with sunscreen, muttering and cursing to himself with each passing grease of his body.

Bobby Minio: That son of a bitch is trying to kill me...

Something in his head happens that is visible to the naked eye, a physical ‘snap’ in his brain that wrenches his forehead and his shoulders forward. His lip curls up in frustration as he throws the sunscreen down onto the ground, before pivoting onto his heels and marching through the crowd toward something, smelling of coconut oil.

The camera fights to follow along through the traffic, losing him briefly before catching him with a producer hemmed up against a wall.

Bobby Minio: I want a microphone out there for my match. Do you understand me?

The producer looks puzzled, glancing over a sheet of paper in his hand before looking up at Minio, carefully searching for the words.

OCW Producer: Bobby you’re… you’re not even on the card tonight?

Bobby Minio: Excuse me?

The producer holds the sheet of paper up which appears to be tonight’s match order. Minio rips the sheet from his hand, studying it up close. He begins to speak, his voice low at first, almost barely audible over the background noise.

Bobby Minio: That motherfu…

Bobby Minio: THAT MOTHER… YOU KNOW WHAT?!

Minio crumples the paper in his hand, not into a full ball but just, one good squeeze into his fist before tossing it back at the producer who juggles it in his hands as Minio turns in a huff.

He begins walking away from the camera who again struggles to keep up, holding on Minio up ahead as he reaches into his pocket, bringing out a phone in his hand, ill intent can be seen on his face as he glances side to side over his shoulder. Suddenly, the phone shifts in Minio’s grip, the tropical sunscreen creating a lubricant in his palm and squeezing the phone out of his grip like a wet piece of soap.

Minio stops in his tracks, baubling the phone around before it drops face down on the concrete, the dreaded sound of glass shattering can be heard over the noise of the backstage area. Minio’s hands instantly fly up to his head, his hands gripping locks of his hair as he silently screams.

He drops to his knees over the still remains of his phone, his hands now reaching down toward it but his hair staying up, frozen in the now absent grip of his hair, the sunscreen holding its form.

Bobby Minio: Goddamn you too, Apple! GODDAMN YOU!

As if it were destined to happen, or, you know, maybe scripted to happen… a gap forms in the crowd moving through the backstage area, an open circuit between Minio and a nearby wall.

The serendipitous moment begs for Minio’s attention and it gets it, successfully. His head turns through the opening in the foot traffic, his eyes tracing the floor all the way to the wall, and then up the wall.

The moment freezes, it’s as if a spotlight centers on the poster on the wall, the Wrestlelution 13 poster. This is not the first time Minio has seen the poster, but in this moment, the poster, the absence of the Pride championship, it’s insult to injury. It’s the last straw.

Minio lunges to his feet, moving towards the poster with his left hand outstretched. He pulls the poster from the wall, his teeth grinding nearly to dust within his clenched jaw. He stops for a brief second to stare at the poster up close before he turns and vanishes into the sea of humanity moving through the hallways, the camera man making no attempt to follow.

The camera pans down to the shattered phone laying facedown on the ground and slowly zooms in and feet, oblivious to its presence, step near and on the phone. The scene cuts back to ringside.

The Camera pans to the announce team!  

	HOLY HELL SHE DID IT!
	YOU GOD DAM RIGHT SHE DID!