The sun was coming up over the hills. It was chilly like an early fall afternoon. Three limos pulled up. Two white, one black. The pattern having the black limo in the middle. The limos pull into an open parking lot. They all stop in line, a small flag flying from each hood. The colors of royal blue and yellow are seen blowing in the wind as the first limo turns off, followed by the second and then the third. The doors open in both white limos. Drivers and attendants coming out. From the back limo two men walk together carrying a rolled up black rug. They uroll it infront of the door of the middle limo. Another set of attendants run to the arena entrance and stand by the doors of the arena, waitting to open them. Ten more attendants get out of the white limos and line themselves along the carpet, their backs facing the carpets. Five on each side standing tall and protective. Finally, one more attendant walks to the door of the sleek black limo and opens it. A pair of legs slides out of the limo. The expensive high heels on her feet touch the black carpet, as she stands up and out of the car. She takes a few steps forward as her door is closed. She contiues to walk down the carpet, looking around as she takes her cautious steps. As she walks, the carpet is rolled up behind her, the security moving with her. She reaches the doors as they are opened by the two gents. She batts her eyelashes as She steps into the bright, new smelling arena. She tilts her head from side to side, looking over the feautures of the place. She snaps her fingers as she begins to walk down the hall, her attendants carrying her bags behind her as she looks for a room with her name on it.