"Willow c'mere I got something for you." JBL says walking in the Cabinet's dressing room. Orlando rolls his eyes, disgusted with John's infatuation. She comes out of the bathroom, a towel around her head dressed in just a pair of black pants and a black sports bra. "Yes John?" she asks. With a weird look he takes the towel from her. "BLACK? U dyed your hair black?" he asks. She just shrugs. "Needed a change." "Anyway…" he says looking her in the face. He pulls a box from his pocket and hands it to her. A golden crucifix inlaid with diamonds lay inside. "Like it?" he asks. She's not much on gold but why start trouble? "It's beautiful. I love it." She lies. He takes it from the box and clasps it around her neck for her.
"Glad you like it." He says. She half smiles. "Well I guess you'll want to finish getting ready now." He says. "Yea, I'll be done in a few." John watches her as she walks back to the bathroom. "I think she's warming up to me." He says. Orlando sucks his teeth. "If you say so man. I think you've found the one thing you can't have." John glares at him. "I can have anything I want thank you. Money can buy anything."
In the bathroom she stares at herself in the mirror and the crucifix around her neck. Slowly she removes it, methodically as if she'd catch his attitude from the necklace he'd just touched. She places it back in it's box and plugs in the hair dryer. As she dries and combs her hair her thoughts center on him, Taker that is. She's so confused, caught between what she's feeling now and not knowing what had happened. She couldn't even remember the accident that took her memory, much less her life before it. And now she has John to deal with on top of it all. She buttons up her white blouse and lays the tie she's going to wear around her neck loosely. She takes the necklace from her pocket and places it around her neck, the symbol of the only one who she felt she could trust right now. She tucks the black and silver Undertaker symbol beneath her shirt, hiding it from John's prying eyes, and tying the tie over her shirt.
"Ready?" John asks standing in the doorway in his wrestling trunks, boots, and black hat. She couldn't help but laugh. "What?" he asks. "Dude you seriously need to trash the trunks and get some long pants to compete in."