The camera enters a long corridor, into which it leads to the dressing room. The door of Jason Nigh slowly opens to reveal him slouched over in a large sofa with his head slung in his hands. The camera then enters the room and pans to the left side of Mister Nigh. The camera zooms to a close up of his face in complete silence. Just then, a faint sound is heard. Not strong enough to be threatening, but strong enough to catch the attention of both the camera man and Jason Nigh.

Voice: [outside] ‘Ey! Open up the damned door!

The words are followed by a few choice curses that were muttered in French.

Jason Nigh: Hmm?

Voice: [outside, louder] I said open up the God damned door!

Jason Nigh: Alright, alright. Hold on. I'm getting there.

Jason presses his hands against his thighs for momentum to get up. He approaches the door, and the camera proceeds to follow. The door swings open and there stands Gwenivere Jordan, in the flesh. Her duffle bag hangs from her shoulder, her left hand clutching a paper bag from Burger King and the other holding a cardboard cup holder with two drinks in it. A broad grin plasters itself on her face, her shoulder pressed against the door frame. She holds up the bag and sodas.

Gwenivere Jordan: I’m not really a Get-Well-Soon card kinda gal.

Jason Nigh: Well, I'm not really the eat Burger King with Gwenivere Jordan kind of guy.

He tries to close the door, but Gwen already has her steel-toed boots in the way. She mock-winced.

Gwenivere Jordan: Oh, Jason… arrow through my heart. I bought a big ol’ Whopper for ya. A large… heh… fries.

She grinned still, not about to take no for an answer. Jason has a sarcastically sceptical look on his face.

Jason Nigh: Well, I guess I'm at least worth a burger and fries to you. Oooh, and a cold beverage! Pepsi or Coke?

Gwenivere Jordan: [rolling her eyes] Ouch, cold. It’s Pepsi.

She said the name of the beverage in a sort of singsong voice, gently leaning against the door so he would open it a bit further. Jason nervously shakes his head from left to right before stepping a bit to the side to open the door for her.

Jason Nigh: Alright, come in. Please, make yourself comfortable.

Gwenivere Jordan: That’s more like it.

She stepped inside and moved to the sofa, putting the food on the coffee table. She grasped one of the sodas and sat back, grinning, watching Jason move to sit beside her.

Gwenivere Jordan: I woulda come visited you in the hospital, but I didn’t know what happened in N.E.W. after I left until I got here this morning and found out you got drafted.

Jason lowers his head, most likely not wanting to talk about that time in his life. Gwen’s brow rises lightly in response, moving slightly to give him full attention.

Jason Nigh: Yeah, well, you know what happened. My bike was rigged to explode, and, well, it did. With me on it. Went into a comatose state, and just recently came out. Everyone thought I was dead. It takes a lot to survive an event like that.

He lowers his head, almost looking like he might burst out in tears. Gwenivere’s hand lifts lightly, gently rubbing his shoulder blade tenderly in a soothing manner.

Gwenivere Jordan: It really does, chéri. It takes a lot of… hmm… vigour to survive something like that. I’m gonna go out on a limb and say… White Phoenix was playing with explosives?

Her free hand clenched a bit against her leg. She never really liked anyone from New Era Wrestling. They were all a bunch of… elitists. He reaches for a burger that Gwen had laid on the table in front of the couch.

Jason Nigh: Yeah, White Phoenix. I don't want to talk about that. It was a harsh time in my life and it'd just make me more upset to talk about it. I'm trying to get back into the swing of things, slowly, but surely.

His head lowers a bit further as he unwraps the now lukewarm Whopper. Gwen sits in silence, thinking, sipping her soda slowly, her mind already conspiring plots.

Jason Nigh: What d'we got here? Pickles? Onions?

Gwenivere Jordan: On a sesame seed bun. [She frowns a bit.] Wrong food chain.

She grinned wide, trying to lighten the mood at least a little bit. Nigh begins to laugh. It seems Gwen made a nice impression on him. Gwen chuckles lightly as well.

Jason Nigh: Well, thanks a lot Gwen. I know it's only a burger and fries but I can't thank you enough. You'd be surprised, but this means a lot to me.

Gwenivere Jordan: It’s no problem, chéri.

Jason wolfs down the burger in no time, followed by a short stint with the fries. Just as he finishes packing in the burger, Gwen reaches for her own. He wipes up with the napkins. Gwen must've taken about four handfuls of them.

Jason Nigh: Ya know, we should do this more often.

Gwenivere Jordan: [smiling.] Yeah, we should. Too bad the company sucks.

She laughed, obviously showing that she was only teasing. She gently pat his shoulder before opening the burger paper and taking her first bite. The scene fades out as the camera man backs out of the dressing room, the last shot being of the “Jason Nigh” sticker on the door.

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