2-24-19 Men's Locker Room

Dalton Castle gave a wide grin as he entered the locker room for the first time. It was a brand new company, a brand new chance to show the world exactly how he was as a wrestler. With a wide grin, he opened his locker room to grab his gear.


"Bloody lout, didn't get enough of him in ROH apparently," Marty muttered so only Wade could hear him, fixing his hair in one of the many mirrors in the room. "Lads like him in the company, it's going to be easy to make a name for ourselves."

Dante sits alone in a corner of the room, carefully laying his gear out and watching the room shyly. He checks his phone, hoping his mentor will be arriving soon.

The door is pushed open carelessly as Jaxx enters with a bored look on his face, he eyes the other men before heading towards the farthest lockers from the group.

Just after Jaxx enters, the door is caught and pushed back open as Iokua enters. Though he works backstage, he too needs to change from his casual clothing.

He scans across the room before giving a polite "Evening," in greeting to the room.

Dalton beamed as he made his way over to Dante, a wide grin on his face. "You. Boy. You're Dante Westmore, the new one in the World Class Division, right? Well aren't you just a vision."

Marty regarded Jax, a smirk on his face. The Heathens star was new and would certainly be a good ally for Jekyll & Hyde down the road. "Well look at you, all surly and what not."

Wade rolled his eyes at Iokua, "What an astounding observation. It is certainly evening. How long did it take you to realize that, hmm?"

Dante looks up shyly from his gear, giving a quickly. "Yes... Yes sir, I'm Dante Westmore." He remembers his manners and holds out his hand for a handshake.

Jaxx glances over to Marty, studying him quietly. "Your Marty Scrull, right?" The Welshman asks.