Sat upon the Iron Throne, a fierce aura radiating from his very presence. His attire, a meticulous blend of medieval elegance and warrior brutality, transformed him into a character that could seamlessly belong to the annals of Westerosi legend.

Draped in a dark, leather-bound doublet adorned with intricate patterns of gold and crimson thread, he exuded an air of authority and regality. His broad shoulders were encased in a fur-lined cloak, the rich sable fur contrasting starkly with the polished steel of his armour. Every inch of metal gleamed ominously, each plate and rivet a testament to battles fought and won, reflecting the dim torchlight like a thousand tiny suns.

His HWA Championship title sat proudly over his shoulder, glinting with a regal defiance. The belt, more resplendent than any crown, bore the scars of countless contests, its golden faceplate shining brilliantly. It was not just a symbol of victory, but of the relentless journey he had undertaken to claim it.

Stu-E's eyes, cold and piercing as the northern ice, surveyed the room with a calculating gaze, much like a king surveying his court. His hair, a cascade of dark waves, framed his chiselled face, the strong jawline and the slight smirk playing on his lips hinting at a readiness for any challenge that dared approach.

The Iron Throne, a mass of jagged swords and unforgiving steel, seemed almost to mould itself around him, recognizing the true ruler who now sat upon it. Stu-E’s presence turned the already formidable seat of power into a true throne of legends, the whispers of the past and the roars of his victories intertwining in a symphony of triumph.

In this moment, Price was not merely a champion; he was a sovereign of strength, a king of combat, the iron-fisted ruler of an unyielding domain.

"Check you out, one proper World title and you think you’re the King of the Seven Kingdoms!"

His head snapped up, eyes narrowing as he searched for the source of the interruption. There, standing in stark contrast to his medieval regalia, were two figures from his past: Lee F'N Todd and Tumbler, the Todd brothers. Their attire was a jarring reminder of reality – casual jeans, graphic tees, and leather jackets, embodying the modern era with a rebellious flair.

Lee F'N Todd, with his characteristic smirk, crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Tumbler, ever the trickster, mirrored his brother’s stance, though his grin was wider, more playful. The brothers exuded an aura of laid-back confidence, their very presence a testament to the history and camaraderie they shared with Stu-E.

Price's stern expression softened slightly as he regarded his old friends. The juxtaposition of his imposing medieval attire and their casual modern outfits was almost surreal, yet it highlighted the timeless bond between them.

“I’ve been filming a bloody advert, Lee,” Stu-E responded, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. His voice, though laced with the gravity of a king, carried an undercurrent of genuine warmth for his comrades.

Lee chuckled, shaking his head. “Always the showman, huh? Guess some things never change.”

Tumbler stepped closer, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Yeah, but you’re missing the point, brother. It’s not about the throne, it’s about the journey to get there.”

Stu-E nodded slowly, the weight of their words grounding him. The Iron Throne, the armour, the title – they were symbols, powerful and significant, but they paled in comparison to the shared history and the battles fought alongside friends. The Todd brothers, in their modern attire, were a reminder that true power lay not in the trappings of royalty, but in the connections forged along the way.

With a deep breath, Stu-E rose from the Iron Throne, the clinking of his armour a sharp contrast to the easy camaraderie of the moment. He adjusted the HWA Championship on his shoulder, its gleam a testament to his achievements.

With a deep breath, Stu-E adjusted the HWA Championship on his shoulder, its gleam a testament to his achievements. “Alright, you’ve had your fun,” he said, his voice carrying a mix of authority and affection. “So, why have you decided to visit? What brings you two to my throne room?”

Lee exchanged a glance with Tumbler, the mischief in their eyes shifting to a more serious tone. “We heard about your latest victory and wanted to congratulate you in person,” Lee said. “And… there’s something we need to discuss. Something important.”

Tumbler nodded, his playful demeanour giving way to a rare seriousness. “Yeah, Stu. Being Champion makes you a target. You know that as well as anyone. And now, with the whole world finding out Laney knows some wrestling moves, it could get dangerous for her too.”

Stu-E’s expression darkened slightly at the mention of Laney. The thought of her being in any kind of danger because of his championship sent a chill down his spine.

Lee stepped forward, his voice steady and sincere. “We’re here to offer our services. You stood by us when we were World Champions. Now it’s our turn to stand by you. We can help watch your back, and Laney’s too.”

Tumbler added, “We know what it’s like to have that target on our backs. And we know how important it is to have people you can trust. We’re here for you, brother.”

Stu-E looked at his old friends, the weight of their offer sinking in. He knew they were right. Being Champion was as dangerous as it was glorious, and having allies he could rely on was invaluable. But before he could respond, a sudden flurry of movement erupted from behind him. The door burst open with a dramatic swing, and Laney stormed in, clad in a dark, hooded cloak and wielding a sword – albeit a prop sword – she launched herself into action with a fierce determination.

“Hold it right there!” Laney shouted, her voice filled with a blend of defiance and urgency. Her sword gleamed as she swung it through the air, not to strike but to assert her presence.

Lee and Tumbler barely had time to react before Laney tackled them, catching them off guard. The two brothers stumbled backward; their laughter replaced by surprised exclamations as Laney pinned them to the ground.

“You think you need to protect me?” Laney said, her voice firm and unwavering.

Stu-E, momentarily stunned by the sudden turn of events, quickly moved to help disentangle Laney and the Todd brothers. He placed a steadying hand on Laney’s shoulder, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of concern and admiration.

“Laney, this isn’t part of the advert,” he said gently, looking at his friends.

“Oh, sorry! I really got into the character,” Laney interrupted, rising from the brothers and offering a hand to help them up. “Nice to see you, Adam and Lee.”

Lee and Tumbler, dusting themselves off, exchanged glances and then nodded, their expressions shifting from surprise to respect. “Laney,” Lee said, holding up his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Well done, you really surprised us, we were just saying to your dad now he has that title belt things are different.”

Tumbler added with a grin, “There’s going to be more on you two than ever before, we’re just here to say if you need us, we can be here.”

Stu-E wrapped an arm around Laney, pulling her close in a gesture of support. “We’ll manage. Thanks for offering, but we’ll be good for now.”

Together, they left the throne room, Laney’s fierce independence and the brothers’ unwavering support blending seamlessly into a new chapter of their shared journey. The Iron Throne remained a symbol of power and legacy, but it was the strength and unity of their bond that would truly guide them through the challenges ahead.