All The Way From Santa Claus, Indiana....

[Danny Sativa]

~ The scene begins to fade into the backstage of the HEW arena. Staff are running around as if they have no clue on what they are to be doing. Wrestlers are standing leaned against the wall talking as Danny Sativa is seen walking threw the hallway. His hair spiked in his normal style, his glasses on to cover his eyes. A tight V-neck t-shirt that way his pecks and abs can be seen, as he loves to show off. And his blue jeans loose with hoes ripped in them for style. Danny walks down the hallway with his bag over his shoulder as the wrestlers leaned against the wall eye him down as he is the new guy. Danny does not let it faze him as he walks down the hallway some more. That is when someone stops him and he turns and looks. ~

"May I help you?"

~ Danny says as he turns around to ____ standing there, Danny stands and awaits the reply. ~

TBCB: Anyone (No Attacks)

[coreycz]

"Who the wank do you think you are?" the man asks.

That person is none other than D.C. Wiland, the protectional kid of HEW's boss.

Wiland: " 'The Pretty Boy', huh? 30 years back, maybe, yeah, just maybe... not now. Not my level. Aside from showing off, can you actually wrestle or what?"

TBC by Danny