Pacing and Talking

[We find The Lost Soul pacing in the private lounge at an airport. Seated around a small table are the Four Druids.]

Soul: You all understand that you are simply there to prevent outside interference?

[The Four men nod in unison.]

Soul: This is one more step towards gaining the IWA title. Lance, you WILL NOT, stand in my way. Blaze, you have that belt... for now. One way or another I will be the IWA Champion, so I'm going to say this once... STAY OUT OF MY WAY!!!

[Soul resumes pacing, the druids all lower their heads.]

Soul: I came into the IWA over 10 years ago. I was in a position to get that belt and then the company went under. This is an opportunity that I will not pass up. Unfortunately for you Lance, you're in my way and I intend to run you over. 

[Soul grabs his phone and punches in a number. He waits...]

Soul: Mr. Dewy, I haven't seen the paperwork... No I WANT both Pendragon and Ranger to sign off, I will not be held responsible for any permanent injury to Lance... And make sure they cover all of the Kid's medical expenses.

{long pause}

Soul: SCREW THAT! I've been on the injured side of things, I will not be responsible for ruining that Kid's life. DO IT!

[Soul flips the phone shut.]

Soul: Well Lance, never let it be said that I don't look out for the welfare of the next generation.

{there is a garbled announcement and the four Druids raise their heads.]

Soul: Lets go boys, it's time to do some damage.

[The camera watches as the five men exit the lounge.
FTB]