Post by Jesse Jamester on Sept 22, 2021 15:06:16 GMT -5
Following the Rumble Reactions from the Syndicate; around an hour after, we see the steam of the shower fogging up the mirrors of the bathroom facilities. Draped over a ceramic tile is a white towel, as humming is heard over the music "Life's been Good" by Joe Walsh playing from a nearby radio.
The shower turns off, and we hear the humming more loudly, as the towel is tugged off the ledge.
Walking out, towel around his waist, was Jesse Jamester. In his right hand, the briefcase full of cash. Setting it down on the bench next to him as he grabs another towel and outstretches his arm to the shower entrance. Snagged by a hand, it disappears.
Out walks the red headed interviewer who was grilling Eric Dane and the Syndicate members earlier. The towel just barely covers what it needs to, as the busty woman sports a smile and picks up her clothes from the floor.
Redhead: You performed better than I expected, especially after that performance in the rumble.
Glaring a look up to her from the bench he sat on, Jesse smirked.
Jesse Jamester: There are no accidents honey, everything went according to plan.
Tapping the briefcase next to him, that smirk grew into a smile.
Jesse Jamester: I may have gone out early, but we made our move, and put the locker room on notice. There is no Northern Pro without a Syndicate, there's only a bunch of wannabes trying to get a spotlight. Damn did we give it to them tonight.
Redhead: But you didn't win? Eric is walking around with the gold, you're his bag handler (nodding at the suitcase)
Jesse Jamester: Bag handler? Ha! I saved the Only Star from being eliminated and put myself in a spot to be; that doesn't go unappreciated honey. As a matter a fact, it's why myself and Steel are going to team up. We are going to take all the gold in Northern Pro Wrestling and any Network that dares come to our home! XHF, J-ROK, Dylan Black - we don't give a damn what you say, come to N-P-W and prove it! Just wait honey, this group, it's going straight to the moon!
Grabbing his pants from a bag under the bench, Jesse begins to slip them on and drop the towel. The redhead gets her skirt and blouse on.
Redhead: Here's my number, call me when I can do that exclusive.
Jesse Jamester: You already got your exclusive in the shower hun- don't push it, it wasn't that good.
Gasping, the redhead throws her number in his face and walks out of the locker room in disgust.
Jesse Jamester: I'm not running a charity over here, sheesh aye.
Sliding on a t-shirt showing a pair of potatoes riding lightning bolts throwing an unknown wrestler over the top rope into the front row.
The shower turns off, and we hear the humming more loudly, as the towel is tugged off the ledge.
Walking out, towel around his waist, was Jesse Jamester. In his right hand, the briefcase full of cash. Setting it down on the bench next to him as he grabs another towel and outstretches his arm to the shower entrance. Snagged by a hand, it disappears.
Out walks the red headed interviewer who was grilling Eric Dane and the Syndicate members earlier. The towel just barely covers what it needs to, as the busty woman sports a smile and picks up her clothes from the floor.
Redhead: You performed better than I expected, especially after that performance in the rumble.
Glaring a look up to her from the bench he sat on, Jesse smirked.
Jesse Jamester: There are no accidents honey, everything went according to plan.
Tapping the briefcase next to him, that smirk grew into a smile.
Jesse Jamester: I may have gone out early, but we made our move, and put the locker room on notice. There is no Northern Pro without a Syndicate, there's only a bunch of wannabes trying to get a spotlight. Damn did we give it to them tonight.
Redhead: But you didn't win? Eric is walking around with the gold, you're his bag handler (nodding at the suitcase)
Jesse Jamester: Bag handler? Ha! I saved the Only Star from being eliminated and put myself in a spot to be; that doesn't go unappreciated honey. As a matter a fact, it's why myself and Steel are going to team up. We are going to take all the gold in Northern Pro Wrestling and any Network that dares come to our home! XHF, J-ROK, Dylan Black - we don't give a damn what you say, come to N-P-W and prove it! Just wait honey, this group, it's going straight to the moon!
Grabbing his pants from a bag under the bench, Jesse begins to slip them on and drop the towel. The redhead gets her skirt and blouse on.
Redhead: Here's my number, call me when I can do that exclusive.
Jesse Jamester: You already got your exclusive in the shower hun- don't push it, it wasn't that good.
Gasping, the redhead throws her number in his face and walks out of the locker room in disgust.
Jesse Jamester: I'm not running a charity over here, sheesh aye.
Sliding on a t-shirt showing a pair of potatoes riding lightning bolts throwing an unknown wrestler over the top rope into the front row.
