"Waldo has been somewhat depressed since his loss several weeks ago in the Monday Madness Battle Royal match and the way Jessie Diaz treated him. He's been quiet and keeping a low profile until the XWF had received a mobile upload from his iphone.

Waldo is sitting in his normal clothes, laying on a bed in a hotel room with Doritos chip crumbs everywhere. He's a whimpering a little and talking to himself. He tried to text Stevie Tyler to hang out, but he never actually sent it. Instead of sending the text, he hit the video record button.

"Her eyes looked so pretty on the pictures, but when I got to see her in person, I was couldn't move. I was in such a moment of awe. She was beautiful. The way the lights hit her air. The way her body moved with each punch and kick. The way her lips would move when she yelled. We had a moment and she killed it.

I should be upset, but I love her. I know I do.

Come on, Waldo! You have to pick yourself back up and move on without her. She doesn't like you. I don't know what to do.

"Waldo's phone alerts him the battery is dying and he must plug it up. He reaches halfheartedly for it and realizes a video is being uploaded.

"Damn. I'm gonna be the laughing stock of the XWF now.

Pffffffffffff HAHAHA!!! Jessie Diaz?! WHY? We have much more beautiful women here, and you pick Jessie Diaz!

Radio...be nice. One cannot control the affairs of the heart. I think it's cute that you have a crush on Jessie, Waldo. :)

"She's not interested in me. I just want to go on a date with someone. They'd like me! They really would.

I'm sure they would but you need to ask them. That includes Jessie.

"What about you? Would you like to go out?

OOC: Saw that one coming a mile away xD

Waldo, it sounds like fun but I'm a little caught up in something at the moment. I'm sure there is one woman here who is free that would like to spend an evening with you.

ooc: Shut up...I'm only trying to be nice.

This guy! I like this one! He's amusing, only because he's one desperate motherfucker!

"You're just like everyone else, Mr. Radio. You talk a big game, but that's where it ends.

Sitting in a corner, far removed from where the general population of the room where this exchange is happening, Jessie hides her face behind the cover of her hair. She's slumped over, writing in a notepad and not paying attention to the argument in any way, whatsoever.