The camera fades into the backstage area, following the toned, leather-pants wearing back of the returning superstar, Seraph. He wore no top, allowing his sculpted back exposed to the camera. The wide corridor, lined with equipment boxes and dressing room doors, allowed the camera to pan around to move in front of him as he walked, rather quickly. Suddenly, out of one of the open doors of the dressing rooms, emerged a blurred figure, dressed in black. The figure pounced on Seraph, causing him to stumble, his back connecting with the wall. The figure was of Gwenivere Jordan. She had pounced on him, wrapping her legs around his waist and arms around his neck.

Gwenivere Jordan: I fucking knew it was you! You bastard! Why didn’t you tell me?! No, why didn’t Reno tell me?

Seraph: Just lucky, I guess.

She glared at him, as though angry, though by the look in her eyes, the anger was false. A somewhat evil grin crossed Seraph’s lips, hands curling around her rump to hold her up. Gwen smirked a bit, eyebrow raised.

Gwenivere Jordan: Trying to kop-a-feel?

Seraph smirked a bit, giving her rear a bit of a pull. Gwen licked her lips a bit, smacking them together.

Gwenivere Jordan: I missed ya. Let’s fuck.

Seraph: Your place or mine?

Before she could reply, Reno Frost comes out of the dressing room, eyes wide, grin big.

Reno Frost: Can I join?

Seraph and Gwenivere Jordan: No!

Reno Frost: Aww man! I always miss the fun. You guys suck.

The scene fades away to Seraph carrying Gwenivere into the dressing room and locking Reno Frost out. The sound of something slamming against the door ensued.

Seraph: (from inside) Frost Inc. is back in action!

Gwenivere Jordan: (from inside) Ooooh... I'll say!

Reno frowns slightly, putting his ear to the door. He stoops there, pouting, listening to the two inside. The screen goes black.