(Gwenivere gets to her feet, wiping her forehead from the sweat. She circles around Ranma slowly once he’s on his feet, staring him in the eye. That twisted smirk crawls across her face, her chin lifting faintly. Her hand lifts slowly, moving in a slow ‘come hither’ motion. The camera zooms in on the two as she bites down on her bottom lip, taking a sly step forward.)

Seth Ericson: I know that look!

Dick Morosi: Don’t fall for it, Saotome!

(Ranma smirks victoriously, moving towards Gwenivere until he’s just within a hair’s distance. Gwen’s hand slides up his chest until her arm rests on his shoulder. She tilts her head up, unhurriedly drawing her tongue across her lips. Ranma leans down as the whole arena goes quiet.)

Dick Morosi: This is awful! Run away!

(Gwenivere’s fingers curl into Saotome’s hair. With a swift movement, she forces his head back, her knee coming up to hit him where it counts. He’s on his knees in seconds with Gwen still holding his hair. His own hands held his groin. She signalled for a microphone, moving over to the side of the ring, dragging him along by his hair. That warped grin returned in full force. She stared intently up the ramp, her breath coming in almost lustful breaths through the microphone.)

Gwenivere Jordan: Baby, darling, sweetie… come play…

(The microphone is dropped to the canvas as Ranma starts to come to. Gwen tosses him onto his back, kicking him swiftly in the side. At that time, “Rooftops” by Seven Channels blares through the speakers. Loud boos fill the Corel Centre. Out comes Seraph, calmly walking down the ramp with a chair in hand: the same chair Gwen had used a few weeks previous.)

Seth Ericson: I wish she’d talk to me like that.

Dick Morosi: What was that, Seth?

Seth Ericson: Oh… nothing.

(Calmly, Seraph strides into the ring, giving Gwenivere the chair. She makes a slight kissing-face at him before prowling around the edge of the ring. At once, the two converge on Ranma. Gwen lay shots with the already demented chair into Ranma’s back, as Seraph began to kick into Ranma’s side. The onslaught continues until Saotome is bleeding and partially blacked out. The E.M.S. services begin to circle the ring, but refuse to come in with the two, still-standing wrestlers. Gwenivere reached down, kissing her fingertips, than pressing her fingertips against the top of his head. She picks up the microphone in the same movement, pushing Ranma on his back. She straddles his stomach, leaning in so her face is just a few inches from his. She leans down and slowly licks up his cheek before speaking.)

Gwenivere Jordan: Welcome to New Era Wrestling…

(She stands and hands off the microphone to Seraph, running her hand down his stomach before sliding to stand behind him, fingers coiled into a fist against his side. His hand draped over his shoulders, grinning widely. The boos grow louder.)

Seraph: Compliments of Frost Inc.

(The microphone drops to the ground as “For Whom the Bell Tolls” begins. The ‘welcoming committee’ exit the ring, backing up the ramp as they watch the E.M.S. rush to Ranma’s sides. He pushes them away and just stares in disbelief at Gwenivere and Seraph, who are having a fit of the giggles just watching him bleed. The scene begins to fade out, showing Gwenivere holding the mangled chair above her head triumphantly.)