-Reina-: Dios, honey, are you ready to go yet? The limo driver is waiting in the parking lot. He'll be driving us to Las Vegas for OWF's Clash of Champions Pay-Per-View.

-Dios-: Yeah, I'm pretty much ready...Just let me grab my suitcase real quick.

{I walk over to the small closet and turn the brass handle. Before I can bend down to pick up the suitcase, I feel a pair of moist lips pressing against an exposed patch of skin on my neck. It has certainly been a while since I've felt something like that.}

-Reina-: You did great out there, baby. You just wait until we check-in at the Las Vegas hotel...You're getting a training session that you will never forget!

{I like the sound of that! I turn around and plant a short, passionate kiss on her luscious lips before picking up my suitcase. Reina and I then make our way out of the locker room and towards the parking lot. Once there, I spot the sleek, black limo Gunthor had rented for us to use. A man in a navy-blue uniform stands at attention beside an open door in the back. I allow Reina to slide in first while I take off the Cruiserweight Title that is still around my waist. I climb inside and look around. Wow, this limo is HUGE! Now, where is the tequila? I find an unmarked bottle of something, which I guess is tequila.}

-Dios-: Tequila, my queen?

-Reina-: Of course, my love.

{I pour some of the unknown liquid into two small shot glasses. Reina and I click glasses before downing the shots in one gulp...DISGUSTING! There is no way that this is tequila! I lower the separator between us and the driver before beginning to speak to him.}

-Dios-: Excuse me, sir...

-Driver-: Yes, Mr. Dios?

-Dios-: This is not tequila, which my friend asked for specifically when he rented this limo...

-Driver-: Sorry, sir, this limo service does not serve alcoholic beverages before, during, or after a trip.

-Dios-: Well, what the hell is this then? This tastes like a lime took a shit in a lemon's mouth, which in turn threw it up.

-Driver-: Actually, sir, it is Sierra Mist.

-Dios-: Like I said...shit...Next time, tequila...And I don't care what your policy is...I'll pay extra for it. Now, drive monkey.

{I raise the separator back up before the driver can reply. Reina suddenly speaks up.}

-Reina-: Well...ummm...you know how I am always prepared? Well...

{I watch as Reina opens her purse and pulls out a large bottle of Jose Cuervo tequila. I smile very widely. She pours us a couple shots, which we down very quickly. Good night, brain...See you in the morning!}