Outside of Alia's quarters, Drew Stevenson can be seen with a bouquet of roses and some chocolates. He held them both behind his back as he leaned forward and knocked on the closed door, only to have Alia open it. With a smile she greeted him as Drew returned a warm smile back.

Drew Stevenson: Hey Alia, I just wanted to drop by and see how you were doing before my match.

Alia Star: I'm doing good Drew, just a bit uneasy about a few things.. Other than that I'm good.

Drew Stevenson: Well, I just wanted to give you someth-

Before Drew could finish, a hand ripped away the bouquet of roses and when Drew turned around; the man jammed it over Drew's head, which slid down Drew's face. The thorns from the roses ripped at Drew's flesh and took him down in an instant as the camera pulled back.. Showing it to be The Prodigal Son. Throwing the roses down on Drew who held his face in his hands, Jake kneeled down besides Drew's bloody body and chuckled.

Jacob Mitchell: Looks like I won't need you to cripple two kids afterall, huh?

The chuckle evolved into a full blown laugh that was heavily laced with sarcasm as Alia stepped back with a hand over her mouth as that wasn't really expected. Jake pushed himself up and saw the box of heart-shaped box laying near Drew's leg. Purposely stepping on it and crushing it beneath the weight of his legs, Jake moved his right foot off of it and picked up the smashed goods and looked over towards Alia.

Jacob Mitchell: This is just a hunch.. But I think this belongs -- Or well, belonged to you.

Taking a glance at it, Jake shook his head.

Jacob Mitchell: -Too bad your boyfriend has cheap taste. Well.. Looking at you..

Jake gave Alia a quick head to toe scan and shrugged.

Jacob Mitchell: You're probably not worth all that much anyway. Can't slam that too hard.. Your spine might crack.

He threw - Not tossed the smashed box of chocolates at Alia and just for good measure plus to rub salt in the wound, Jake stomped at Drew's slight moving body, connecting on Drew's bloody forehead. Drew's head snapped back and bounced off of the thinly padded floor causing Jake to smile.

Jacob Mitchell: Grandma Goose.. I've got a favor to ask from you. One; Tell your new boyfriend to stay as far from the ring as humanly possible tonight or his newest..

Jake paused and rolled his fingers in the air while letting his eyes wander; A trait he picked up from Hunter S. Thompson when he couldn't quite find the right word he was looking for.

Jacob Mitchell: "Relationship interest" - Which is you.. Just to clarify -- Is going to probably get a visit from real crack-pipe hitting fellows that'd do a lot for twenty bucks a pop, got me? That and.. If you speak to your ex-husband, make sure you tell him to stay as far as humanly possible from my ring because times changed and people no-longer buy the hype that he lives off of.

With a nod Jake turned around and started to walk off.. But stopped and turned around slightly.

Jacob Mitchell: Oh.. And I think this belonged to you too..

In his big right hand, a black jewelry box stood. Jake popped the top open and instead of it was a 14karat gold rope chain.. Thin, but something that a female could sport and look good in. Ripping it out of the box, Jake held it in the light, evaluating it and shook his head.

Jacob Mitchell: Not princess cut? Damn.. You really ain't worth nothing aren't you?

Snapping the gold chain in half, he tossed it over his shoulder and launched the heavy black box Drew's way and watched it land on his chest and take a light bounce to hit his nose. Jake laughed lightly before moving forward and disappeared out of sight.. Leaving Alia to look down at her bloody valentine.. Maybe for the last time?