The scene opens in the parking garage where Sophia can be seen making an exit from Terminal 5. With her duffel bag in tow, she makes her way through the parking garage out to the pickup area. Sophia takes out her phone and begins to scroll down her contacts list, stopping once she reaches Willow's name. She taps the screen once and puts the phone to her ear, listening on as the line rings to Willow’s cell.

Sophia: Come on Willow, pick up the phone.

The voicemail greeting plays followed by the beep.

Sophia: Hey Willow it's Sophia… figured since I don't have a match tonight I’d leave a bit early and come over to check on you. I know you've got a lot on your mind and just wanna to make sure you were ok after what your dad and Casey did to you on Riot… haven't heard from you. Guess I'll see you in a few then... heading out to my ride now.

Sophia ends the call and begins to text to find out the whereabouts of her ride. As she texts away, she hears a multitude of heavy footsteps behind her, quickening their pace. Before she has any time to turn around she feels a sudden sickening blow to her back side, knocking her to the ground. Her phone flies out of her hand, crashing to the ground- shattered pieces skid across the pavement.

After a moment, Sophia gathers her senses enough to sit up and figure out what happened. Still in a bit of daze, she observes the four shadowy figures, with white outlines. As she allows her vision to readjust, she realizes that it's Sugar Skull standing a few feet away, along with Skulls 1, 2, & 3 standing behind her.

Sophia: You?? YOU!! AGAIN?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?! SHOW YOURSELVES!!

The three Skulls & Sugar Skull ignore Sophia's demands and stand there just a while longer staring her down, before turning to walk away. The four leave Sophia behind, walking off as a group. Each of the Skulls get into their 1959 black Cadillac hearse and quickly drive away, the screeching tires echoing throughout the garage.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Those skull kids make me so mad.
	I hope Sophia is alright.

	Someone needs to put them in their place.
	I don't think you want to mess with them Randy.

	...
	B-17 is in action next as he must take on the convoy all by himself.

(Handicap Tag)

B-17

vs

The Convoy

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Glorious!
	He was victorious here tonight.

Loki had been victorious in his return match. But he certainly didn’t seem successful out there. As a matter of fact if that rookie hadn’t been preoccupied by his desperate need to work that crowd at unnecessary times things might have been different. So during his return to the back it was not surprising that most gave him a wide berth and curious glances. Not that they hadn’t before, but before it was more anger and disgust. Now it seemed to be mild contempt with a hint of intrigue. He stumbled into the locker room, because that’s where he dressed before. The fact that it said Jacob Trance was a minor hiccup. He couldn't quite remember but he could have swore he had his own locker room at one point.

Jacob Trance: That looked horrible! You looked horrible!

Loki: I know, right? Trance...are you sure this is my attire? I mean...It doesn’t feel very me. Are you sure it’s me? Like why do I have two random lions on my tights? And this face paint! It took two hours with that chubby lady to apply it!

Jacob Trance: That’s what you’ve been wearing all this time I’m afraid… I mean, you look like you fell out of a backyard show having bought your gear off of e-bay but… That’s your look.

Loki: What’s Ebay?

Trance: You serious?

Loki: It doesn’t matter! This isn’t right. This isn’t me!

Trance: So what are you going go do.

Loki: I must find me!

Trance:...Marketing is going to hate us…. Even I hate us…

Loki jumps up onto the table, pumping a fist into the air, promptly disclosing a curling tile which falls in pieces around him.

Loki: Snow is chill! Onward noble steed!

At this, Loki jumps off of the table and charges out the door leaving Trance to survey the damage. He draws his hand down his face slowly and mouths; “For f-bleep- sake

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Put him back on his leash Jacob.
	They are quite the odd couple but I like it.

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