During Alias's time near the area entrance way, he walks in through the doors and he see's the ring crew doing there thing. Then once he came some dap to some of them, he heads off into his totally spacious locker room to un pack his stuff, then suddenly a fan suddenly bumps into him out of nowhere.

"AHH OMG ITS ALIAS!! AHHH!! CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH!!"

Alias, not knowing what to do, just simply signs the sheet of paper with the fans marker, and the fan trails off as Alias was left alone. As soon he was unpacking his stuff, blood starts to fall from a bucket onto him. As he fails on the floor with the blood on him, JB then shows up to look at Alias.

"Damn son, looks like Aunt Flo came knockin at cho door before the show. I mean, you should have looked up, but you didn't.. maybe it's that bitch Quinn's time of the month or somethin... whatever it is, all I can say is... watch your back, kid."

JB simply walks away from the mess, but due to him knowing the rules, he goes back to him and he grabs the large towels places it on him, as the blood seeps through JB was horrified of how much it soaked up.

"No wonder why James Smith told Naomi he got towels... here goes nothin."

JB then grabs his bag, and places it on top him for the pin...

1...

2...

While JB is pinning Alias, a yellow liquid begins to fall from a other bucket above them, splattering onto JB whose pin attempt inadvertently shields Alias. A little bit gets into JB's mouth.

"Oh shit, is that... is that piss?"

The repulsion JB experiences gives Alias the opportunity to kick out. He scrambles to his feet afterwards, covered in blood.

"Thanks for taking that one for the team, man. It would have been so embarrassing for me to get covered in blood AND piss."

"Whose piss is that? Is it yours?"

Alias shrugs.

"Found it in the street."

Grumbling in disgust, JB leaves Alias in his 'totally spacious locker room' which is really just an empty level of a parking building because that's a lot more like where the character would actually be and also explains the presence of a fan. He looks down at the blood-soaked bag.

"Whose bag even is this?"

He shrugs again and skips off, content that even though the T.H.U.G.s are still on his trail, Reggie Estrada at least wasn't involved this time.

"He's learning..."