Making an impression

Rayner strutted through the backstage area with a smirk on his face. He made it. He finally made it into the WWE. Years of training had finally payed off for the 35 year old man as he watched the backstage crew scurry around.

Raking painted black finger nails through his now short black hair Rayner sighed. After escaping from his home country he was ready to start a new life. Filled with new friends, enemies and lovers.

Lost in his thoughts, Rayner bumped into someone.
"Mein Gott, I'm so sorry" he said rubbing his shoulder.

(Anyone :3)

"It's alright," Evan smiled. "You new around here?"

"Ja, I've come from Germany to work in the WWE. I'm Rayner by the way" He smirked.

Evan smiled. "Well, welcome to the family man, I'm Matt, most people call me Evan."

"Well it is wonderful to meet your Mr Even. Maybe we might be on the same roster. I've been hired but I haven't been placed on a the main roster yet. Just working dark matches" Rayner chucked, scratching his head.

Evan chuckled. "I remember those days," Evan said.

"Ja, I just hope that I make the right immpression, and not come off as a complete ass" He laughed.