UNLOADED A FARMER’S MARKET
Although they are not scheduled to wrestle tonight, Fighting For Nora still has a private locker room tonight, part of an agreement Lindsay Troy and Shweta Kallemullah made early on in PRIME’s new tenure. The room has a desk where Shweta currently sits, thumping her fingers on the desk. Paxton Ray sits on top of the desk, looking at his fingernails.
Paxton Ray: I still don’t know why we’re here.
Shweta Kallemullah: Show nights are always one of the best nights for our foundation. A lot of tourists come to donate. It’s been…slower, lately, but we should still be here regardless. Plus, Jon said he had some business to take care of.
Paxton Ray: Be nice to know what that business is.
Almost on cue, the door opens and Jonathan Rhine slowly enters. He is covered completely with egg shells and yolk, the latter of which has formed his hair into an Alfalfa-esque point. He stares at his two awestruck teammates.
Paxton Ray: Your business is fucking weird.
Shweta Kallemullah: What happened to you?
Oddly, Jonathan Rhine smiles as he walks over and sits on the edge of the desk, an act that does not escape the notice of Shweta, who grimaces.
Jonathan Rhine: I got egged.
Paxton Ray: By who?
Both Rhine and Shweta stare at Paxton Ray.
Paxton Ray: Oh. Yeah, guess it’s pretty obvious. Good thing they ain’t called the Knife Bandits, at least.
Jonathan Rhine: Yeah, good thing.
Shweta Kallemullah: Why are you smiling?
When reminded that he is smiling, The New Life smiles wider as he flicks yolk out of his eyes.
Jonathan Rhine: Right before…all of this, I talked to Jared. And things are good now. It feels really good. I feel…at peace.
Paxton Ray stands up.
Paxton Ray: That’s nice ‘n all, but I ain’t feelin’ no peace knowin’ that a couple’a clowns just unloaded a farmer’s market on my boy. You can sit there feelin’ peace, I’ma go feel some fat fuck with my fist.
Shweta Kallemullah: That sounded strangely erotic.
Jonathan Rhine: Yeah, might want to work on that.
Paxton Ray: Oh I’ll work on somethin’.
With that, Paxton leaves the locker room, and Rhine and Shweta look at each other.
Shweta Kallemullah: You sure you’re okay?
Jonathan Rhine: I’ve never been better, Shway. I promise.
He reaches out to touch her hand, but she quickly retracts it. After a moment, she smiles weakly.
Shweta Kallemullah: To be clear, my hesitance to touch you is solely because you are covered in egg right now.
Jonathan Rhine: I get it.
And we get out.