[The scene opens into a dressing room, where Loki, dressed and ready for war in his typical ring gear, is stand by the counter, trying to fix the black feathers in the huge pair of wings attached to his back. Faith, his fianc�e, is sitting in a chair, tearing a piece of paper to shreds and continually pulling at the bottom of her red Ferrari t-shirt, a shirt that makes her preganancy glaringly obvious. The expression on her face could curdle milk chocolate.]
[LOKI]: For the love of Thor, would you stop that?
[FAITH]: What else am I going to do? Go confront Mullroix myself?
[LOKI]: Wh-- what? Is that still bugging you?
[FAITH]: Still bugging me? Were you even listening to what he said about me?
[LOKI]: Of course--
[FAITH]: And it doesn't bother you when he suggests to the nation that I've been sleeping with him?
[LOKI]: [frowing at the interruption] Of course--
[FAITH]: How about when he says that this baby is actually his?
[LOKI]: [raising his voice] Of course--
[FAITH]: So by that reasoning, shouldn't you be a little angier?
[LOKI]: You'd think I would be, wouldn't I? I know Mullroix is full of ****. Don't let him get to you.
[FAITH]: You love me, don't you?
[LOKI]: [carried away with himself, shouting] Of course--
[FAITH]: So you realise that Mullroix is making YOU look bad through me.
[LOKI]: [screaming] OF COURSE--
[FAITH]: [screaming back] WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!?! GET OUT THERE AND KICK MULLROIX'S ASS!!!
[LOKI]: [throwing his head back, he lets out a primal scream of pure rage] REEEEEEEEEEEEEVENGE!!!!
[FAITH]: [smiling brightly and rubbing Loki's arm] That's my big angry Viking!