The scene fades in to a foyer of a reasonably lavish home. The wooden door opens and in walks Justin Jehst.
Barry comes into frame from the left.
Barry: How did your match go?
Jehst: I wasn’t in the right headspace tonight considering what we went through last weekend, made too many mistakes. We lost.
Barry: Chin up, Justin, you’ll bounce back.
Jehst: Ya bet Cardi B’s sweet ass I will! I’m just thinking about what my mother is going to do next. It was a shock to see her alive let alone in charge of a bunch of thugs doing Bill Murray knows what.
Barry: It was all very odd, that’s for certain.
Jehst: And then that “thing” she set on us in the yard... What is she doing with all of this stuff? Thugs, kidnapping, super-humans? I’m afraid of what she’s planning and I can’t let her keep on keeping on with these shenanigans; we have to stop whatever it is she’s working on.
Barry: Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Master Jehst?
Jehst: TO THE JEHST CAVE!
Both men begin walking down a hallway before entering what can only be assumed as a study room. Jehst pulls a book which spine reads “TRAP DOORS FOR DUMMIES” which triggers a rotating bookshelf.
The two gents ride the merry-go-round of finance journals until it comes to a stop on the other side of the wall.
The area is almost pitch black until Barry pulls a cord and turns on a small light, illuminating a spiral staircase leading down to a room full of monitors, a control station, and host of other gear that could prove useful to someone who was attempting to become an agent or a spy.
Jehst: Sofia Vergara’s smile, look at this place, Barry! We’ll have everything we need to figure out how to take her, and whatever operation she’s running, out of commission. She belongs in an asylum.
Barry and Jehst survey the Jehst Cave as the camera fades to black.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Is this guy Batman?
No thats Paul Pugh, this guy is Nightwing!
Cozz vs C.J. O'Donnell
The camera pans to the announce team.
Showed us something tonight.
Yup something for the future.
Within the Showblitz locker room, the trio of feisty femme fatales and Danny Boyd had much to celebrate as of late.
Showblitz had Counter Culture on the ropes during their war, and Danny Boyd recently picked up a strong victory over one of Turmoil’s most promising upstarts, Thomas Archer.
Even though she would be competing soon, Cheryl did not hesitate to partake in a pre match glass of champagne.
As Danny Boyd was in the middle of giving a toast, there was a knock at the door. Danny rolled his eyes and took a sip, and the girls joined in.
Riley downed her glass and walked over to the door. Troy Smith was standing in the opened door way with a smile on his face.
Troy: Good evening! Is a Ms. Cheryl…
Troy looked down at the name written on the envelope in his hand.
Troy: Stixx? Is Cheryl Stixx here? Am I at the right dressing room?
Cheryl walked over to the door and pats Riley on the back. Riley nods and walks back to the group so Cheryl could speak to the man that came for her.
Troy: Are you -
Cheryl: Yeeeep!
Cheryl said with a buzzed grin.
Cheryl: What can I do for you? I don’t have a whole lot of time. I have a match soon.
Troy: I don’t wish to take up too much of your time. I’m hoping this can be quick and painless, for the both of us.
Troy handed Cheryl the envelope, and she opened it to look over the documents inside. There was also a check for an amount that the camera was unable to zoom in on.
Cheryl: I have a headache just looking at all of it. What is this supposed to be?
Troy: This would be an NDA.
Cheryl looked up at Troy, blinking.
Troy: Ah, apologies. A Non Disclosure Agreement.
Cheryl: Ummm.
Troy: By signing this document, you’re agreeing that you won’t speak of anything that may have been spoken or taken place on the evening of December 30, 2017.
Cheryl: I...see.
Troy: Given the current circumstances this would be our last meeting and it would behoove you to sign this as things have changed for the worst.
Cheryl: I see, well lets go I have a match coming up! *hic*
Troy: Once I have your signature I can I will generously compensate you for your time.
Troy reached into his pocket and handed Cheryl a pen.
Troy sighed in relief before pointing on the dotted line. As Cheryl signed the contract.
Cheryl glared at the man and closed the door in his face.
