The Newcomers

The sky looked bloody red, though it was said to have a bright blue sunny sky. Guess that didn't work out for the forecasters. I stared intently at the cute waitress serving the margaritas. Man, if only I wasn't here for business purposes. Then I would so get my ass over there and get her number. Unfortunately, the big man came right in the moment when the waitress turned towards me.

"So you're the new guy," the big man rumbled, his dark eyes darting dangerously around the cafe. He did not seem like a cooperating businessman. I stood up and put on a serious face, though it was hard not to laugh with his long hair blowing in the wind.

"Yeah. I'm Josh. Remember me? Vince tried to sign me to a contract with the WWE, but I refused because of the baseball contract. I think you were the grumpy, macho dude in the back. But I think you lost some weight." I sheepishly grinned, hoping that didn't anger the big man.

Surprisingly, he threw his head back and let out a roaring laugh. He smacked me on the back, his dark eyes twinkling in merry.

"So you're Josh, huh? I thought you had a brother? That's why we agreed to this, because we need more additions to the tag team division." He cleared his throat. "Well, where's the kid?"

I look around and there's Brian, calmly walking towards the big man. He acknowledged him and smiled. Then his face turned serious.

"I'm very sorry for making it late to this meeting," he apologized. "I was on my way when I had a car accident. Fortunately, no one was hurt. But it took a hell of crash." He smiled again and held out his hand.

The big man looked him over with a mean stare. My brother didn't even flinch. "Well, I want to sign you two to a very lucrative contract to work at the WWE, but I'm not quite sure if you can give the effort. You two used to belong with the Chicago Cubs, correct?"

We nodded earnestly. "Well, actually, I got offered a contract with the Giants because I was so good," I boasted.

The big man growled, a big threatening sound coming from his throat. "I'm Paul Levasque, and I'm the COO of the WWE. We're gonna make this short because I have an appointment I have to attend to. If you are what you say you are, you probably have no experience with wrestling. So, I want you two to attend this school to go over the basic techniques and procedures in professional wrestling. Is that clear?"

"Does this cost us any money?" Brian asked, a frown starting to appear on his face. "Because I don't want to pay a large amount of money to a lousy school."

Paul smiled kindly. "No, Brian. You don't have to. But we're going to train you guys and get you prepared for the WWE." He took out a very serious-looking suitcase and opened it. Inside were two contracts and a pen. He took them out and handed them to the two of us. "Sign it."

I looked it over carefully, making sure I didn't miss anything. Finally, I signed it and tossed the pen back into the suitcase. "When do we begin?"

Paul looked over the contracts and stuffed them into the case. He looked up with a dangerous grin. "You begin immediately."