A transformed locker room.
Chapter 1- He came.
"So… Mr.… Wit… Witwicky? Is that right?"
"Mr. McMahon, you can just call me Sam"
"Sam, good idea. I know the boys in the back would have too much fun with this name. So are you certain you want to do your intern ship here at the WWE?"
Vince McMahon sat before a youth who was determined to make up for some apparent lost time in school. He was going to take an internship in broadcasting, free labor in Vince's mind. "Sir, I am willing to do just about anything, on one condition. I use my own car. No rental cars or anything, oh… and don't have the wrestlers go near it"
This took back Mr. McMahon in an instant, never had he come across someone so possessed by their car, not unless they were in character of course. "Uh, that you would have to take up with the locker room. And I must warn you, if you do tell the Locker room of this… condition. I warn you, some take it as a challenge and invite to do something you won't like."
Sam only smiled. "Oh I am not worried about my car sir… it's them!" he stated bluntly.
Sam rose from his chair as he shook Vince's hand and left the room. Vince was rather taken back to what the young man said to him, he's more worried about the locker room than his car? What the hell does that suppose to mean?
Meanwhile.
"Look at that boys, it's she a beaut!"
"Nice paint, no scratches, no rust. Nothing, pristine!"
"It's a he"
Randy Orton and Legacy were outside admiring the car in the back parking lot. Their attention turned to the owner who announced the car was a he, not a she. "Don't mean to be technical or anything, you know…"
"No, totally understandable. How about letting me take it for a spin?" Orton asked.
Sam's face cringed, as he gently turned down the legend killer. He tried to pawn off that his car was very temperamental and doesn't allow just anyone to get behind the wheel. Orton on the other hand was thinking. 'It's a goddamn Camaro! Not a state of the art, one of a kind car.' If it were a chrome hummer, he would understand. But it was a damn Camaro!
He watched bitterly as Sam drove away, Orton was quickly joined by the likes of the Undertaker and the hardy boys.
"What the hell is your problem?" Taker demanded of the legend killer.
"The punk ass kid wouldn't let me try out his car! It's a Camaro! Nothing important about it." He stated.
Taker however looked to Orton with an unimpressed look. "Are you really surprised the kid wouldn't let you drive his car? Orton, with your track record!" the Deadman announced.
"Yeah, remember what happened the last time…" Jeff announced.
Orton however was quick to silence Jeff Hardy. "I think the kid is stuck up"
"Then what the hell are you going to do about it?" questioned the Deadman.
"Well, you could have him do what you made Jeff and I do when we first came to the WWE" Matt announced. All eyes turned to Matt as he explained the little 'test' that the Undertaker and JBL put them through. One was to chuck a beer at a speed sign. Yet when they failed to do such a thing, their second task was to stick tooth picks into the keyholes of a guy no one liked in the locker room. "But I think Rhodes and DiBiase are the ones to do that!" Matt added.
There was a smile on the face of Orton as he turned to his two friends, both men looked pale as Taker rolled his eyes. "I'll get the toothpicks," he muttered. On the inside though, Taker was smiling.
