(11-23-2020, 11:47 AM)Jim "the Jim" Jimson Said: We see Jim Jimson with a pen and quill, writing a letter

Dearest Charile Nickle, son of the Inventor of the Nickle, Michael Nickle

I regret to inform you that I do not own a cellular device, as they are a tool used for the continuance of the dolphin domination over the civilised world, but I still use the well reliable tactic of trained message-eagle deliverer's. Yes you had noticed, I was unable to train for my upcoming professional wrestling bout, as a request for my help, was given out, by the XWF, so it had become clear that focusing on this particular request had been more of an important matter than focusing on my respective opponents, Lil' Fuckboi numero uno and Lil' Bitchboi numero dos. I believe that you're educated guess about the championship bout allocation of the man they call loverboy, Vincent Lane, may be quite correct as the current state of the tag team division is more dead than Peter Gilmour's chances of being a hetrosexual male, by the simple process of elimination it is clear to the common eye that, DDS are the most obvious choice for a tag team title match. I wish you the best of luck in your title retain formality against Johnny Legend.

From, the ultra-sex magnet, Jim Jimson

Jim passes the letter to an eagle next to the window and it flies out to deliver Jim's letter to Charlie and the entirety of the XWF for some reason.

The eagle bursts through Charlie's slightly open window as he's dropping a massive deuce. He reads the letter, scanning it closely for any hints of dolphin manipulation or intervention. Charlie nods as he verifies the authenticity of the communication. He sends a text back out to the group message.

"idk boutphones my phone dnt wrk unrwter so idk if dolphqueens cumtrol thm. btw i signed us up for a tag mtc on savage! btw did u c that photo of Ash'z azz? lol pastee n flabby!!!!"