Isaac sat in his room on his bed for a few minutes before Vincent asks, [i]Well? How long are ya gonna sit there?[/i] Isaac looks up from his hands, clasped together in front of him, and says, "I'll get going, now. I've given her enough time, I should be able to follow her without her noticing." That said, he stands and walks over to the door. Grasping the doorknob, the markings on his arm begin to glow faintly as he concentrates, moving the different parts of the lock until his ears are met with a satisfying click just before the doors open. Now free, he leaves the apartment and follows the faint sounds of Hayley's receding footsteps.

Back in the ring, the man who would be Hayley's opponent looks around, taking satisfaction in how everyone gave him his space. Even without his reputation in the ring, his hulking, muscle-bound, nearly seven-foot frame would be enough to intimidate anyone. As he looks around, he finally spots his opponent, a seemingly tiny blonde woman. Walking up to he, he says, "Hey, little miss. I wouldn't blame you if you backed out now before things got ugly. After all, I'd hate to punch in that pretty face of yours."