After an hour of talking with Mr. McMahon and Paul, the new addition was finally a member of the WWE roster. He stood 6 feet tall, weighed 220 pounds, medium frame, long silky light brown hair, soft lips, and baby blue eyes. The Samoa native shook the hands of his bosses and exited the room.
He walked down the hallway, getting looks from current members on the roster. The divas giggle and wave, the superstars hiss and growl. The new superstar keeps his head low, avoiding eye contact. He makes it to the main locker room and stops. He releases a low sigh and slowly walks in.
The men inside are chattering when they hear the creak of the door. The superstar walks inside, head still low, as he feels everyone staring at him. He stops when he sees two feet in front of him.
"State your name!", a familiar, yet sinister voice commands. The young superstar looks up, making eye contact. "My name is Max.. I-I'm the new superstar, Mr. Orton.", his voice cracks as he stares into the devilish eyes of Orton.
Randy always had a thing for picking on the new superstars, but this one was different. He stares into Max's eyes, secretly admiring the color. Orton glances at his long hair, his lips, and gets drawn back to his eyes. Every other superstar just stood in silence, waiting for Orton to do something drastic. Randy just stands in front of him, arms crossed, staring into his eyes.
Max stares back at Orton, slightly confused, mostly intimidated. Sure, he knew Orton was no joke, but the stare off was giving the kid chills. He looks down, giving in to whatever Randy was doing.
"Ran, I think he's had enough. The kid's shaking, cut him some slack.", John calls out from a distance. Orton glances back at John. "Fine, I'll let the kid go." Randy steps to the side, allowing the youngster to pass by. John smiles at Randy, but he doesn't notice. He's still eyeing Max from over his shoulder.
Max walks over to his locker, sitting his bag down. He begins to take off his street clothes and starts to put on his ring gear. Randy kept his eye on the kid, noticing he had a hard time pulling his trunks up in the back. Orton chuckles to himself. 'The kid must have a lot of junk in that trunk.'
Max slips on his knee pads and puts on his kickpads. Once he's dressed, he exits the locker room and sits in the hall on the floor. The chatter grows once more and Orton manages to slip out of the locker room, looking for the new kid. Orton looks left, then right, deciding to turn left. He immediately trips over something. Orton looks down, fury in his eyes.
Max looks up at Orton, who just tripped over his leg. He takes off his headphones. "I'm truly sorry Mr. Orton! Truly, truly sorry! It'll never ever happen again, I promise!" Max looks sincere as he apologizes to the man who can easily break his neck.
Orton once again gets pulled in by those big blue eyes. All the anger he was feeling somehow disappeared. Randy stands over Max, frown still on his face, although he wasn't upset. "Make sure it doesn't happen again! Understand?! Why in the hell would you sit on the floor, next to an active room in the first place?! Are you fucking stupid?!" Randy didn't want to yell at the kid, but he had a reputation to keep up. People couldn't know that Orton had a soft spot.
Max looked down at the floor, soaking in the harsh, but truthful words. He had a problem in the past with getting scolded at, he naturally flinched, fearing that Orton would strike him.
Randy stared at Max's face, seeing the fear grow in his eyes. He truly felt bad for the kid, but he couldn't show any sympathetic emotions. He wanted to say sorry, but he couldn't. Instead, Randy stayed stern. "You're pointless.. Won't last a week here." Randy shook his head and walked off, feeling like a complete asshole.
Max lowered his head and soaked in the words. He listened to Randy and got off the floor. He walked down the hall, in the opposite direction of that jerk. He puts his headphones back on and went to catering, sitting at the far table in the back of the lounge. He put his head on the table and sobbed quietly to himself.