Chapter 2: Building Tension
The locker room echoed with the residual swagger of the WWE universe, its vibrant colors dulled in the shadow-soft light that strained to penetrate the dingy room through the opaque, scum-dapped windows. Greasy patches of sweat caked the cracked tiles underfoot as discarded outfits lay sprawled across the floor in a labyrinthine network of clutter, undeniable proof of the male camaraderie and competition so desperately seeking to burst back into existence.