Sitting around backstage Scott Hall and Shawn Michaels were talking about the Ironman match Shawn was going to be part of later that night, with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other the two friends were talking about how Shawn was going to win and become world champ. Over the other side of the arena a new face was moving about the locker room doing the right thing and introducing himself even though he was getting a lot of looks when he said his name Levesque was kinda a posh name but still it didn't need to be sniggered at. Then he goes to sit down he has said hello to everyone...

'Yo posh boy.'

'Mmm.'

'Why sitting down? You haven't finished. I know four people you have not said hello to.'

'Oh?'

Getting up he surveyed the room nobody left.

'Nah they don't hang in here, they like to keep themselves to themselves ain't that right Bret.'

'Thank fuck for that, leave the new boy. The three others yeah but Shawn come on guys get real.'

'Shawn?'

'Yeah he is sitting the other side of the arena with Scott big guy can't miss Scott go say hello to him.'

'Oh Ok.'

Walking out of the room Bret then glares over to Vicious.

'You know you should have kept your mouth shut, Shawn is the last guy he should say hello too.'

'I know.'

Levesque then bumps into Kevin and Kid.

'Hi I'm Paul Levesque, I'm new, well here anyway. Used to work in...'

'WCW yeah I saw you around Kid, what's it to us?'

'I was just introducing myself no excuse me I have to go find Shawn.'

Kid bursts into laughter.

'Look Kid those boys told you to huh?'

'Well yeah.'

'Listen Shawn? Shawn don't talk to anyone but us so go back in there will you.'

'But..'

'Kid it's for the best.'

'Stay away from Shawn.'

The two friends then leave, as Paul screws his face up ignoring their warning he goes in search of this Shawn guy.

Round the corner in their own room Kevin and Kid sit down to relax.

'You think he gonna listen Big Daddy?'

'Nah he won't which means we then have a hothead on our hands.'

'Big or small, I say two.'

'Very funny Kid.'

Over the other side of the arena Paul spots the two. Walking up to them Scott looks up in a who are you fashion, whilst Shawn looks pissed off.

'Hi I'm..'

'I don't give a damn shit who you are fuck off jobber.'

'Oh um.'

'Shawn chill, let him say who he is.'

'Urgh hello we were talking.'

'Kid what's your name.'

Shawn screws his face up deathly glaring at Paul.

'Um well my names Paul Levesque and I urm, I'm from WCW oh and um Terry said to urm hang with you? Oh and he said hi.'

'Terry? What think is Terry doing saying who to hang and who not to hang.'

'Shawn chill.'

'Kid fuck off okay we have matches now go be the little jobber you are and go back to the locker room...'

'Actually I have a match.'

'The fuck you interrupt me for?'

'Shawn.'

'Shut it, I ain't hanging with some low life jobber. Fuck Off.'

Before Paul could do anything Shawn get's up and storms off. As Paul looks from there to Scott.

'Didn't he just tell me to?'

'Leave it kid.'

Scott then goes in search of Shawn as Paul looks confused. That was one strange person.