Blue Haired Woman

[JFS]

"I don't know about this, Saidie. I feel like a dork."

Jordan Sharpe sighs as he sits on his couch, looking around nervously. His niece Saidie sits opposite of him in an armchair.

"Don't be an idiot, Jordo. It's time you got a manager, you know? Someone to be in your corner. Back you up and shit."

He sighs again.

"You don't wanna be in my corner?"

She furrows her brow, visibly annoyed.

"I'm going to be a WRESTLER. Don't step on my dreams, old man."

She is trying to trick us, I fucking know it. She's set us up for something. Do not trust the wicked little girl.

"And where did you say you found this chick?"

Saidie grabs Jordan's phone off the table, going into his apps.

"I found her on this app, MANAGR, that's specifically for pro wrestlers to find a manager. It's incredibly specific. All you have to do is put in your stats and like what companies you've worked for and stuff and pics of yourself and then a manager can look through the profiles and swipe on any wrestler they like. It's pretty rad. So this chick already likes you!! She picked your profile!! Don't be so god damn weird for once."

He narrows his eyes at her, and finally stands. 

"WELL WHATEVER, SAIDIE! I'M ONTO YOU!"

She had to have photoshopped our photo or something ... We don't trust the little brat ... 

Soon, Jordan is driving across town to a small cafe, shitting bricks, and as he makes his way to a table in the corner he's greeted by a gorgeous blue haired woman. She is Carley California, and she shakes his hand as they sit down.

"Uhhh .. so I gotta ask, why did you wanna manage me?"

Carley takes a drink of her water, and smirks.

"Sharpe, you're a former Indy Champion. In, ya know, EWC? The biggest wrestling company on the ENTIRE PLANET? You're actually a pretty good get for me. I've wanted to be in EWC for a while now, and you're my meal ticket. I know you've had some great title runs, I've seen your matches, but I wanna see you get more. I wanna help you get what you want. What is it you want, Jordan?"

She leans in.

"If you could have anything you want right now."

Jordan gulps to himself.

We still think this is a trap. Who cares, just go with it.

"Well. There's this whole thing with a Crazy Train. And my Championship. I need it back."

Carley has that cocky smirk again, something Jordan figured he would have to get used to. 

"I think I can help you with that."

FIN