Just moments later…

The door opens into a room whose walls, window and door location resembles an exact mirror image to the one in which we were just in. The layout of furniture, and type of furniture present is completely different, but you can tell that the two rooms were in the same building. In fact, they’re right next to each other. One of the biggest differences between this room and Randy Webber’s however, is that for some reason there appears to be a narrow makeshift staircase, with very steep steps, leading down into the floor and to the room below. This can be accredited to the room originally belonging to Lee Stone alone, and being on the second floor of a small apartment building. The room below it once belonged to Mandy Freeman. Now however they share both apartments and seeing as how Lee is the owner of the entire building, it was easy enough to get permission to build the staircase.

”What did you mean when you told Randy that you might not be here in the morning? Are you leaving already?” asks Mandy Freeman, as her and Lee enter the room hand in hand, Lee kicking the door shut behind him.

”I’m a busy man, sweetheart,” he says, seemingly shrugging off the constant moving around that his life brings him. I guess you grow accustomed to it eventually. ”It’s all business leading up to this Last Breath Pay Per View. But pick out your best clothes. The ones that make you look the most ravishing.”

”Why?”

”Because you’re coming with me,” he replies with a smile and a wink.

”I am?” Mandy inquires.

”That’s what I said, ain’t it luv? A true king needs his queen to be by his side, especially when we’ve got events to attend.” Lee finishes what he says as he walks away from Mandy and into the kitchen where he fills up a glass with water and takes the first sip as Mandy replies.

”What events would those be?” she says, as she enters the kitchen herself and readies a glass of her own on the polished bench-top.

”Not really events, more like just a singular event. A party of sorts.” He drinks from his glass of water. “Probably not the rocking affair that I’d set up myself, but Dan Malcolm has specifically requested my presence.”

”Who is Dan Malcolm?” Mandy asks as she opens the door to the refrigerator and takes out a carton of orange juice. She begins pouring it into her cup as Lee responds.

”BoonDock Saint.”

”The guy that you…”

”Stomped the ass of at two consecutive Pay Per Views? Yeah, that’s the guy.” And as Mandy takes her first sip of juice, the rest of Lee’s water slides down his throat and the empty glass gets placed in the kitchen sink.

”What’s he having a party for and why has he asked for you to be there?” A just question. More juice is sipped from the glass.

”Apparently he won some title over in Blizzard’s fed. And Lord knows why he wants me there, probably because he knows that it ain’t a party without me being there.” Lee moves in closer to Mandy now and takes the glass of juice from her hand. He places it on the bench-top in a half-full state. Or is it half empty? His arms now wrap around Mandy’s shoulders and he looks directly into her eyes. ”Regardless of what his reasoning is, I’ve accepted his invitation because it gives me the chance to make everybody jealous by showing off the greatest prize on my trophy cabinet.”

”When you put it like that, how can I refuse?” Lee lightly pecks Mandy on the forehead before breaking away completely.

”Now I just need to find where I put that Universal Title.” His grin is concealed from Mandy as he faces in the other direction.

”Hey!” she exclaims, sending a clenched fist pounding against Lee’s back.

”I’m kidding,” he says, whirling back around and catching Mandy’s arm as it prepares to thump down again. ”I’ll take the title with me to America, but I’ll leave it off my waist. But for some reason I get the feeling you think that you deserve to be my prized possession.”

”What on Earth could give you that idea?” is Mandy’s sarcastic response.

”While you would make a fine addition to my collection, the logistics of me owning you are nonsensical. Because the truth is… you own me.” And he plants one right on her lips. And inside her mouth a little too if you catch my drift. There’s a fine line between love and soppy crap, and while this may be walking the tightrope along that line, it’s still awfully sweet. I guess all that’s left now is the promo…