[Fade up to the parking lot of the Dakota Dome at the University of South Dakota where a taxi has pulled up. A familiar blond Norseman climbs out of the back, throwing a dark blue backpack over his shoulder. He's already dressed for his Great Plains title match against Chris Wright, lacking only the heavy black lines around his eyes and the flaming red irises that center them. The look on his face could sour milk chocolate.] [Leaning against the wall by the door Loki is heading towards is a dark-haired man with green eyes, dressed in a green and black t-shirt and fading blue jeans. He's not quite as familiar as the Norseman. Towering over Loki, the muscular man grins rakishly.] [LOKI]: [scowling] What do you want, Orion? Here to tie my shoes? [ ORION]: Actually I was thinking just the opposite. Maybe you can carry my luggage for me. [PAGE]: Uh-oh! [LOKI]: What the hell are you talking about? [ORION]: I'm talking about you carrying my luggage for me. [LOKI]: [growling] Give me a break, you goon. You're not even fit to breath the same air as I do, what makes you think I should touch your crap? [ORION]: [smiling] Because I'm cleaner than Faith. [Loki grabs Orion by the front of his shirt and jerks him down so that the two men are eye level.] [LOKI]: You don't even know her. Leave her the hell out of this. I'd hate to have to make an example out of you. [ORION]: [laughing while holding his arms up] Mullrox knows her better than I do! Why don't you make an example out of him? [LOKI]: Because you're standing here and he's not. You've chosen to put your nose somewhere it doesn't belong. Somewhere I can break it. [Without warning, Orion beings his hands down and smacks them against Loki's ears.] [ORION]: I've chosen because I don't want to see you around here, go back to the IWA where you belong and take your whore with you. [Loki screams and sinks his teeth vampire-style into Orion's neck.] [PAGE]: Biting. That's unorthodox [ORION]: OW! You little bastard! [Orion attempts to pull away, trying to shove the smaller man away from him or at least pull Loki's teeth from his neck. He cries out in panic and begins to push more frantically at Loki. The blond man continues to gnaw on Jason's neck and begins to feed hard rib shots to the screaming Orion.] [ORION]: [screaming] Let go of me you freak! [Loki releases Orion's shirt and shoves the man againts the wall, wiping the blood from his lips as Orion uses the palm of his left hand to inspect the torn skin of his neck for the extent of the damage.] [LOKI]: You're a bastard, you know that? [ORION]: Better than what you are. [LOKI]: Yeah, you're spoiled anyway. Bitter blood from a bitter man. You're pissed off, you're jealous, you're bitter. You're jealous of me, of my success, that I have a title shot and all you have is door duty. You're jealous that I have a hot wife... [ORION]: Yeah, that's it, you freak. I'm jealous because I don't have a warm bitch I can curl up with every night. I'll take door duty over the ass-kicking you'll no doubt get from Chris Wright tonight. There's no way you can win that title. Run home to your wife while you can. Maybe she can protect you. [Jason adjusts his stance, preparing himself for the imminent attack. Loki lunges at Orion only to find himself on the receiving end of a surprisingly vicious rib kick. As sort of an eye-for-an-eye payback, the Norseman appears to go for a shot at Orion's lung, to avenge his own burning one, but pulls back just on time to fake out the big goon. Orion attempts another kick to Loki's ribs but too soon after Loki's fake to regain his full balance and is forced to catch himself. With Orion caught off-guard, Loki lunges again, going in with his hands flying, chopping away with blows that will almost certainly leave bruises. Orion lets out a grunt of pain and tries to turn away. Loki, however, has different plans and again grabs Orion by the front of his shirt and mutters something inaudible before driving his forehead into Orion's face. The sound of crushing cartilage can be heard mixed in with Orion's grunt of pain and surprise as blood washes from his nose like a burst dam. Taking advantage of Orion's shock, the Norseman clamps his teeth down over Orion's left eyebrow. The big man lets out a scream of pain when Loki, still viciously hanging on to Orion's face with his teeth, attempts to pry Orion's eyebrow off, using the man's chin for leverage.] [Three burly security guards, in their standard yellow windbreakers and black pants come dashing around the corner, alerted by Orion's screams.] [SECURITY GUARD]: Hey! Get off him! [Two grab ahold of Loki while the remaining one goes for Orion.] [McCOY]: [snidely] Someone's a little touchy today...
[PAGE]:Not sure if I agree with Loki's methods but I don't fault him for protecting his wife. And on that note we will be right back.