(The New Era Wrestling logo flashes across the screen briefly before the camera pans into Reno Frost’s office. Gwenivere Jordan had pushed pretty much everything off his desk and was now lying rather comfortably upon it, stretched out on her back, smoking, of course. Seraph was at her feet, sitting, feet up on the desk, one leg crossed over the other at the ankle. Reno Frost sat behind his desk, just staring at Gwen and Seraph lounging so comfortably on his desk.)

Reno Frost: Y’know Gwen… if you wanted me that bad…

Gwenivere Jordan: Finish that sentence and you’ll lose your ability to reproduce.

(Seraph chuckled faintly as Gwen cast him a wide grin. She glared briefly at Reno before returning to her cigarette. She shifted slightly, sighing, humming, trying to pass the time.)

Gwenivere Jordan: Guuuuuuuys…. I’m fuckin’ boooooooooooooooooored….

Seraph: Fuck, Gwen. We just got here and you’re already acting like a kid. ‘Are we there yet, are we there yet’?

(She stuck her tongue out at him and pouted.)

Seraph: Awww. How about this. Daddy’s gonna take you out to play.

(Gwen sat up and grinned, butting out her cigarette.)

Gwenivere Jordan: Can I play with the boys? They have… hotrods…

(The scene fades out to the arena and the screaming fans.)