[Fade up to a shot of Loki barging through Jack Cross's locker room minutes before the upcoming CAL Title match]
[LOKI]: Man, I've been looking everywhere for you! [CROSS]: [In half sigh, half chuckle.] Failed to see the locker room with my name on it? [smiles] I asked Josh to remove the name tag, I thought for sure he was going to tell you. [LOKI]: I haven't seen him since this morning. He was looking for a... never mind, it's not important anyway. What is important is your match. That's why I'm here. [CROSS]: What about my match? [LOKI]: You gotta know Mace is going to have something up his sleeve. You need an infallible weapon. [CROSS]: I know something gonna happen, I can feel it, but... [trails off] [LOKI]: Name the Darkness as your weapon. [CROSS]: I can't do that. [LOKI]: Why the hell not? We're perfect! We're not bladed or anything. [CROSS]: I want to win this by my self [LOKI]: Fine time to get all noble on us. Come on... [CROSS]: Something is telling me right now that if I am going to win this, I am going to have to do it the proper way. [LOKI]: You think Mace isn't going to have his little Authority fools running around, looking out for him? [CROSS]: I think he wants to take me out with his own hands. [LOKI]: Then he's the fool and deserves to be taken out by the Darkness. [CROSS]: I don't want my conscience telling me that I didn't deserve this title though. [LOKI]: We're the Darkness. We don't need consciences. [CROSS]: [almost sounding angry.] Trust me on this one! I appreciate your offer and I'd take it on any other match, but this one. [LOKI]: [backing off a bit] Whoa, okay. You just had to say no. [CROSS]: [letting up a little, but still looking sorrowful.] I've been having a really rough time lately, you'll have to excuse me, if my attitude seems a little mixed. [LOKI]: Sure. But if you want us, we'll be close by... [CROSS]: If the Authority comes out, by all right's kill them. [Rising up to face Loki] Now if you'll excuse me, I need to be alone right now. [LOKI]: [raising his hands defensively] Okay man, just thought I'd bring it up. [Hits Jack good-naturedly in the shoulder] Good luck tonight. [CROSS]: You too man.
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[The shot cuts to a locker room. Standing in the centre of the room, wearing faded blue jeans, a black Authority T-shirt, and a jean jacket, his long, brown hair wet and hanging in his face, a three inch scar emblazoned on his forehead, is the CAL champion, Mace. The CAL belt lies not five meters away on one of the benches. Scattered around the room are various weapons of mass destruction. Bats, blunt objects, brass knuckles, and so much more.]
[Mace stares at the ground, rotationg in spot, trying to take in all the different possibilities. He picks up a set of brass knuckles and slips them on his hand. He opens and closes his fist, getting a feel for the metal against his skin. He shakes his head, before removing the knuckles and dropping them to the ground with a clang].
[Mace keeps looking, his eyes widen as he picks up a bat, but not just any bat. This one is wrapped in barbed wire. A smile crosses his face, strangely resembling Ripper's trademark shark grin. He twirls the bat in his hands, the grin on his face widening. Mace catches his reflection in the mirror, and it startles him. He drops the bat to the floor, and begins scanning for another item.]
[Finally Mace's eyes light up. He's found what it is he's looking for. It's time for destruction.]
[PAGE]: It looks like Mace has found his weapon. Mace, Cross, CAL title on the line, and it's next on End of Days!