Dorian moved away from the door as they threw two more people into the cage with him and Tomi.
"Who are they?" he asked.
The larger guy laughed, "Jobbers. No one important."
"Reid and Tomi need medication. They're sick. They won't last long like this."
The smaller one looked over at the big guy. "We can't let them die. It will ruin everything. I'll get my med kit." The smaller one ran upstairs.
"Okay. You two. The sick ones. Go to the ring. We will treat you there. We will bring you all food later. The rest, get ready for the tag team match tonight. Michael and Wraith versus Dorian and this jobber here. Matty, I think, is his name. He's good and was headed to IWX. Well, not now. The girl is Beth." The guy laughed.
Wraith paced the floor like a wild dog. He had already tried to rip the cage apart several times.