The New Guy (Open)

[Dave]

With a duffel bag over his shoulder, Kai Shepard stepped off the bus into the arena parking lot. The lot was deserted, save for a few production vehicles, but the hustle and bustle for Carnage had not yet begun. Kai looked around, spotted the entrance, and set off. The arena was bigger than he thought it’d be. Everything he’d read about WWG suddenly seemed a little understated.

A lone security guard sat at the side door, with a few technical staff coming in and out with various pieces of equipment. As Kai approached, the guard raised his hand and Kai stopped.

“No fans, come back later with a ticket.”

Kai smiled. “I’m not a fan. I’m the new guy. Hired me last week. Thought I’d come along and see what they had for me.”

“You’re not getting in without a pass.”

Kai frowned. The door behind the security guard opened again, and another came out. He handed the first guard a cup of coffee, and sipped from his own, and glanced over at Kai. His eyes widened for a minute.

“****, Kai, didn’t realise you’d be here tonight.” He put out his hand. Kai shook it with another smile.

“Hey, Eric. Thought I’d come see what the fuss was all about.”

“Let him through, Tim,” said Eric, and the first security guard stepped aside. Kai nodded his thanks, and stepped through the door, as Eric turned and followed. “They haven’t got a room set up for you, we didn’t think you’d be here tonight. I can check your bag, though, and let you explore some. I think the ring crew are almost done if you want to check it out there. ****, man, it’s good to see you here. You’re really going places, huh?”

“That’s what they’re telling me. There was some crazy money on that contract. Lots of stipulations, though. Best I get off to a running start.”

“I’ll leave you be, then. Catering’s around back, then there’s the rooms, and just past that it’s the curtain, if it’s up yet. See you around.”

”Cheers.”

Kai shook Eric’s hand again and started off, leaving his bag with the security guard. He walked past catering and took only a passing glance at the assorted foods on display. Nothing looked particularly appetising, so he continued on into a hallway with closed doors on all sides, numbers and names hanging from signs. They didn’t mean anything to him yet, so he passed them by as well, and found the curtain. A couple of stage hands were hoisting it into position. He stepped around it and out onto the stage, and stared down at the ring. It was empty. The arena was not. Ushers and other stage hands were busy lining up chairs, checking off reserved areas, and making sure the place was tidy.

A steel cage was hanging over the ring. Reminders of big falls and hard landings shot through Kai’s mind. His left knee suddenly itched. He ignored it, and walked down to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. The arena looked smaller inside, but there was still thousands of seats. A few areas were roped off, but it looked like the company expected the rest to be filled. It wouldn’t be the biggest crowd Kai had ever appeared in front of, but it was respectable.

He looked around for another moment, and then turned back to the ramp to leave, but someone else was heading down to the ring, and he decided to stay put for the moment.

[Cartel Sinaloa]

Standing on the ramp is Cartel Sinaloa.

Cartel Sinaloa - My name is Cartel Sinaloa and I am the manager for Vengenza. I don't know who you are and I don't care. Let this be the one and only warning you'll receive. Stay away from Vengenza or suffer his wraith. 

[Guano Loco]

Guano Loco stumbled out onto the stage and looked around for a moment, confused.

"They told me this was catering..."

[Dave]

"Oh look. That's new. Insults straight through the door. Not even five minutes and both sides of lucha libre are out here. Come on, Cartel. You're the guy that likes lucha talent right? But only those grim dark ones. Something appealing to the inner thirteen year old, is it? Man, you're in your sixties and you just refuse to grow up."

[JerseyBoys]

Guiseppe Stasi was the kind of guy that couldn’t sit still. So, when he and Salvatore Santaniello had gotten to talking about their plans for the next carnage in the locker room it had turned into a leisurely stroll through the center.

They’d wandered through the large hallway just outside of the main area where the vendors would set up for the show, but now there were only vacant booths. As the tag team passed by the mouth of one of the exitways that led to seating Giuseppe elbowed Sal in the ribs.

It never really got old (at least not yet, so Joey just assumed it never got old) even if it was more than likely empty.

Joey:
”BAAAALTIMO-!!” wait a second. ”Whoa. What tha heck is goin’ on down there?”

Sal:
“Looks like a meeting...”

Joey:
”HEY! NACHO LIBRE! YOUS GUYS THROWIN’ A HALLOWEEN PARTY OR SOMETHIN’!?”  he looked to Kai and continued to shout...because moving closer and talking like a normal human being was ludicrous. Obviously. ”WHERE”S YOUR COSTUME?!”

Sal:
“I think they’re harassin’ him.”

Joey:
“THEY HARASSIN’ YOU?!”

[Guano Loco]

Guano Loco looked up at the two shouting from the cheap seats.  He ran over and jumped up on the security railing.

"Only harassing going on here is when I find the sammiches!"

[Dave]

Kai looked up at the guys shouting from the seats. Through their accents, he couldn't understand a single word. He just smiled and waved.

[Brad]

Sitting backstage watching this all on a monitor is Frederick Kavanagh. A unknown man standing behind him.

What kind of place your running around here?

Kavanagh
I dont even know....

Kavanagh puts his head in his hands.

[The Losers]

Tony Man and Kid Genius had been sitting on top of the titan tron their legs dangling over the screen. They had been trying to see who could spit the farthest but after realizing that was pretty gross they had just kinda been chilling. Tony had a six pack next to him and as well as Kid Genius, though his was of Mountain Dew not alcohol. They hadn't been really saying much until they saw a man they did not recognize walking down to the ring. He was staring at the cag and just generally sruveying the arena. KG knew the look instantly as a man who was new to the wrestling world. Most likely a new hire as the roster had kinda exploded over the last couple of weeks and he was carrying a gym bag.

Then just below them an old man in a suit was standing there and he shouted something to the young man. It was the basic "fee fi foo fum" stuff that all the old guys did when someone new came sniffing around the same tree they wanted to **** on. Tony nudged KG in the ribs and Kid smiled. then a strange man in a mask came up on the stage and said something about catering. Tony Man pointed up at the nosebleeds but KG had heard the voices of the Jersey Shore types before he had saw them. The whole thing was a weird collection of humanity.

Tony: Do a barrel roll!

Tony shouted from the titan-tron. Kid Genius laughed and drank his soda. He caught eyes and tipped his can to the new guy with the gym bag.

KG: Welcome to WWG dude. It's pretty much like this all the time.

[Derrick Trotter]

Suddenly Derrick Trotter rolled out on to the stage and see's the Losers sitting on the edge of the stage, He walks up behind them and is holding a six pack of beers. Derrick sits down next to Tony and offers them both a beer.

Derrick Trotter: All right then me old muckers, What's going on here, You guys want a beer or what?

Derrick cracks open a can of beer and starts drinking and looking down towards the ring.

[The Losers]

Tony Mann and KG look at Derrick Trotter who seemed to have misjudged their positioning and was talking to them like they were on the stage when they were actually high above it on top of the titan tron. The Losers felt the slight tug of the forth wall as it threatened to break but they managed to stay where they were and simply yelled down at the man.

KG: we're up here dude

Tony: I have already have beer. But if you're giving out more i am not gonna turn you down bro.

He put his hands out as if to catch the beer Trotter had in his hands.

Tony: I got it!

KG pushed Tony's hands down.

KG: None of us have enough to fix this screen if you chuck a full beer through it and i am NOT gonna explain to the boss why we broke his toy. How about you just come up here. Besides we were watching old man skelletor talk to the new guy. So far it's been pretty fun.

[JerseyBoys]

Joey:
”WRONG PLACE FOR THAT, BRO! IT’S BACK BY T-””

Giuseppe was cut short when Sal pushed him from behind, sending him scrambling forward, before ( a little overdramatically ) grabbing onto the railing that ran down the center for balance.

Sal:
”Just go down there.”

Joey:
“Gee-zuzs, man! I saw my friggin’ life flash before my eyes! Use your words next time- you ain’t a caveman.”

Salvatore just rolled his eyes, bowing low and holding an arm out.

Sal:
“Proceed, Princess.”

Joey:
“That’s more like it.”

He started a quick hustle down the steps. Then paused. Did Sal just call him a princess? That is just uncalled for.

Giuseppe had told Salvatore before: “Whatever goes down in my bestfriend's bedroom is none-a my business.” They pretty much had a common understanding on that level.

….But if he were ever to indulge in roleplay Giuseppe Stasi would NOT be a princess...and not with a dude.

Kai smiled and waved. Giuseppe just cocked his head to the side, his unstyled mohawk just flipping over to one side of his head. The idea that his accent was hard to understand completely escaped him and so he found himself concuding: Maybe this guy is one a the slow ones…

He stepped up to where Loco had been standing on the security rail.

Joey:
“Only sandwiches you’ll find here are the knuckle kind, bro. Whoever sent ya out here for food was messin’ with you.”

Santaneillo stepped up as well, pointing up to where “The Losers” sat ontop of the Tron.

Sal:
“ ‘Less you on a liquid diet.”

[Guano Loco]

"Knuckle sandwiches?  Gross dude, those are nasty.  Yuck."

Guano Loco shook his head and turned, heading backstage again to try and find catering again.