1:35 P.M.
Baltimore Arena Meet & Greet

After a few drinks and more than a few breast signings, Barry Stevens contently put his hands above his head and rested his feet on that table in front of him. He had not been booked for a match so he relished the opportunity to throw himself and his Phoenix Rise title all over the meet and greet floor. It would have taken an army to remove him from his opportunity at meeting new girls. 

After a while of this, a girl that looked very familiar to him approached Barry at his table. She wore a PS3 shirt but under his drunken state, did not recognize her. Her physique made Barry's head spin almost as much as the drinks and without realizing, he stared at her for nearly a full minute without a single word spoken between them. The girl decided to make the first move and Barry braced himself for a possible one night stand.

"Excuse me, Barry, your phone has been ringing the entire time I've been here. You might wanna pick it up or something."

Barry's smile turned upside down, his opportunity at scoring with this bodacious girl was slipping away. But he knew he wouldn't be able to make a move on her until he answered the phone so he did.

"Barry The Big Shot Stevens Here, how may I be of service?" He answered with the usual Barry Stevens confidence.

"Hi, this is the token Hollywood hospital and we have called to regretfully inform you that your grandfather, Sherman Stevens, has passed away. We tried our very best but his heart couldn't handle it anymore. My condolences to you and your family, Mr. Stevens."

A thousand yard stare immediately erupted onto the face of Barry Stevens as he hung up the phone and slid it into his pants pocket. The girl, who still stood beside the table, stayed there throughout the call and heard what had been said. Being a man who rarely cries, he just continued to retain that stare while the girl began to get misty eyed from the situation. Soon, tears began to flow from here face and Barry looked at her with abrupt surprise.

"I'm sorry, I've never been good with deaths; especially family related ones." She said in an attempt to stop her flowing tears. "If theres anything I could do to help you through this, please don't hesitate to say!"

Then, almost as if a bulb went off above the cranium of Barry Stevens, an idea arose. 

"Well, when I have company after a death, I found it to be much easier to get my mind off it. But I'm all alone tonight in my limousine full of champagne..."

To make a long story short, the two returned to Barry's first class hotel room on the top floor with their champagne and all. And Barry took out all his frustration from the death on the girl during sex, who had to nearly teach herself how to walk the following day.