At this point, one of the referees came in and interrupted. ‘Mr. McMahon? Sorry to disturb you sir, but we’ve got a situation outside. JBL has got...en into an altercation with another fan.’ ‘Damn it!’ Vince McMahon swore and slapped a hand loudly against his leg. ‘Why do I always have to have problems with that man? Remind me to fire his ass!’ ‘Miss Shoufler, I’m sorry, but I really must see to this. Batista, would you mind showing her around and introducing her to the rest of the superstars?’ . He looked at me wide-eyed, "But they were the best of Hubert's men, and you have beaten them?" He asked amazed.I laughed, "Swords are no match for shotguns brother, and Genius is very good when she has a sword." I told him as we left the tent and he took in the sight of the fallen men."But what of the demon sword? Where is that?" He asked.I tapped the scabbard by my side, "I couldn't leave it for others to find, and wherever it's left it would be found." I said.He went pale, "I beseech you,. . hmmm," he replied."And don't you think they'll target the one with the big mouth?" Uh-uh," he said with a smile. "They're gonna think twice about focusing on a poor token colored player like me. They hardly even saw me when we were going past them. Besides, we all look alike to crackers like those guys. But you..." He grinned, and nodded at me with satisfaction. "You, they'll recognize. And focus." Focus," I repeated disgustedly. "What a pal. Just what I need, a little focus." You're. Why don't you mingle with the other guests before we start with a game to get to know one another." Molly reached back and grabbed my hand, showing me the way into the home behind Noah's lead. "Forgive me, but I have some setting up to do. Feel free to start a conversation with anyone. We are all very accommodating here," Noah explained as he began making his way down a long hallway. "Let's get a drink," said Molly. I followed her into a kitchen where there seemed to be about a dozen people.