"Who told you to get in my ring?" Kid K snaps at the new guy, Brad Barnes. Brad's face is expressionless as Karisma swaggers to the ring. He may well be stunned into silence. Like nobody since the salad days of Mikey Vee, Kid Karisma takes command of the BG East ring. It's his turf, and to see him occupy the ring center, shoulders thrust back and an indignant scowl on his face, you could almost believe he was born and raised here. Wrestlers who have faced him in the ring feel like they have just swan-dived into a pool of piranha by mistake. Karisma wears his opponents (some say "victims") down, pound by pound, and then uses them for lounge chairs and footstools as he imperially lords over the squared circle, his personal property by right of conquest. Nobody, with the exception of Jonny Firestorm and The Boss himself, is as territorial about "his" ring as is Kid K.