Don't worry, the exciting part is coming. In the mean time, enjoy a casual transition chapter with some back story.


Thar's ticket was included with a plane ticket to Charlotte, North Carolina, where the next Monday Night RAW was being aired. The airport in Orlando was packed, which was typical for a vacation hotspot. He arrived early to the terminal, spending whatever spare time he had reading comic books and listening to heavy metal music. Occasionally he would leave his seat to buy a snack from one of the stalls, which he would later stuff into his bag when the plane began to board.

The ticket gave him a first-class seat, which he accepted with no sign of joy or excitement. He foresaw this opportunity to be a superstar coming from a mile away. It was too easy, and he had nothing to lose. After losing his job, he had no money to support himself and his car. He was forced to sell it back to the dealer that he bought it from for a rip-off price, but it was enough to scrape off for the plane ride to Orlando when his parents kicked him out of the house. In that moment, Lothar was at rock bottom, and nothing could be done but dive in the darkness that is the WWE training camp for a chance to climb back up and beyond.

If Lothar felt anything, it was satisfaction; the satisfaction of finally taking out is pent-up frustration on someone. For too long he held back his violent personality since he was a child. Back then he would not hesitate to hurt anyone who messed with him. The trouble he got into was more under the threat of his parents beating him than the teachers suspending him. He couldn't have cared less about losing a few days of school for getting his revenge on people who bullied him, regardless of what people are supposed to do, and that's reporting to a trusting adult. Back then, Lothar didn't trust adults, let alone ANYONE. He refused to make friends with his peers, and he shook off any loving feelings for girls. Lothar was a lone wolf who didn't work well with others. It's been this way since he went through child therapy a few years later.

The present returned to him as he woke up with music blaring from his ear buds. The plane was lit, and people were departing. Lothar paused whatever music was playing, winding up his buds and putting them in his bag and his phone in his front jean pocket. He stood up, rubbing his left buttock to get feeling back to it after his wallet blocked the nerves that went into it. He pondered whether or not to put it in his bag, but he found an opening in the line along the bypass and filled it, inching his way off the plane and finding himself in the Charlotte airport.


Lothar had to waste no time finding a means of transportation, for there was someone waiting for him at the terminal with his name on a white piece of paper.

"Wow, a personal driver," Lothar said to himself, "They certainly don't want me getting lost." He approached the driver, revealing his ticket which was the driver's queue to introduce himself as Bruno.

"Bruno, huh?" Lothar replied, "That's funny. I faced a guy named Bruno in the ring once. I kicked his ass." Bruno laughed, but Lothar could sense that he was faking it. He acknowledged the gesture regardless, following him to a black Chrysler Sebring parked just along the curb in front of the terminal entrance. His mom drove one of these, which gave him a feeling of nostalgia when he seated himself in the passenger seat. Bruno sat in the driver's seat and buckled up, Lothar soon following his example. Before he knew it, the car was in motion enroute to the Bank of America Stadium.


Bruno dropped Lothar off at a Hotel just blocks away from the Stadium. He wasted no time in checking in, unpacking, and settling down. It was dark out, and the show was tomorrow evening. He took this time to pull out his phone and fire up Hulu under the Wi-Fi connection of the Hotel. If he was gonna attend RAW, he needed to see what he missed last week due to priority training.

Supposedly, Randy Orton was still the holder of two titles, and he has yet ANOTHER rematch against Cena for both of them. Lothar sighed, but he looked on the bright side: Batista has returned, and Brock Lesnar is now a full-timer. Things weren't as bad as they were a year ago.

After a few hours of staring at his phone, he fell asleep from the boredom that was the WWE today, looking forward to seeing it all in person as if it were to make a difference.

"Learn from the best, he said," Lothar sighed, "They should learn from ME. I'm gonna give them the best show they've ever seen." With that in mind, Lothar's mind drifted into slumber.