The scene fades into the back lockers rooms: the Frost Inc. locker room to be specific. The camera pans around until it drops its view onto Gwenivere Jordan. She was sitting in silence, staring at the wall, hands folded in her lap. It was a half hour or so before her match with Sebastian Boch and Joey Jackson. But for obvious reasons, she just couldn’t get hyped about going out into the ring. Her mind was completely focused on her father. She looked up at the door as her new partner, Demonica, came strolling in. Gwen’s brow rose softly.

Gwenivere Jordan: What do you want?

Demonica's black lips smile as she walks up to Gwen.

Demonica: Came to check on you. How is my new friend doing?

Gwenivere shrugged a bit, cracking her knuckles. She slouched down into the sofa a bit more, letting her head sink into the back of the couch.

Gwenivere: Shit-tacular. And yourself? You seem to be peachy.
Demonica slightly shrugs at the comment.

Demonica: Aren't I always?

Quietly Demonica sits down on the sofa and looks at Gwen for a long moment.

Demonica: I just thought I'd bring you a gift of sorts.

Gwenivere frowned a bit, turning his head to the side to look at her friend curiously. She smiled faintly, rubbing the back of her neck nervously.

Gwenivere: What kind of gift?

Demonica chuckled at the question with a strange look in her eye and stood up.

Demonica: Oh I think you'll like it.

After leaving the room Demonica came back in with a girl who looked to be in her early twenties. She looked “goth” and rebellious. Probably a fan of Gwen's.

Demonica: This is...well her name doesn't really matter does it. She's a fan.

The girl seemed nervous and not upset by the comment. Gwenivere smirked a little bit, brow raised slightly. Slowly, Gwen got to her feet, idly rubbing her index finger across her own bottom lip.

Gwenivere: Aww, Demmy… you shouldn’t have…

Demonica: What can I say, I'm a giver.

Gwenivere moved over to the girl, gently running a hand through her hair before digging her nails into the back of the girl’s neck and dragging her into the room a bit further, kicking the door shut with a strategic movement of her foot. The camera catches one glimpse of the Frost Inc. sign on the door.