Kip O'Gara

Manson is sat at home cleaning his title belt. He is also humming one of his alter ego's rock songs, and looks at a photo on the wall with his family on it.
O'Gara: Oh how proud you would be if you were still alive...

there is a knock on the door. O'Gara walks over and lets in the guest.

guest: is this the house that Manson O'Gara lives at?

the guest is small, and fairly scrawny. He has short blonde hair and is carrying a few drum sticks.

O'Gara: it is... can I help you at all? I'm currently not auditioning people for a band if that was what you are here for...

guest: do you not recognise me? I'm your baby brother! It's me...Kip!

Manson: I don't recall having a brother, are you sure you have the right place?

Kip: I'm sure. I say I'm your brother, I'm more your half brother...

Manson: I would have to see the proof...

Kip runs to his car and grabs a sleeping bag.

Kip: I thought I could stay with you! I'm a wrestler like yourself! Maybe you could teach me a thing or two!

before Manson can say no, Kip has already set himself up on the sofa. Manson notices he has a fair few cans of cider in his bag, so without much thought decides to let him stay.

Manson: OK, but you're paying half the rent!