[center][color=wheat][h1]Gethin Rhys[/h1][/color]
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Turning on his heel, Gethin needed to find the king, the man, the boss, Roddy Quinn. The Welshman was trying to wrap his head around his boss’s decision. Drayden had been the top guy for years and he held the respect of all the boys in the locker room. From a booking stand point it would’ve made sense for the strap to be put on someone like Caiden Winters or even Zachary Wake. They were established guys in the AWE Universe, the fans knew and cared for them. Gethin Rhys hadn’t been on the scene that long. Sure he was a huge name in Japan and when he was signed there was a fair bit of fanfare but even still, he had yet to truly make his mark in the AWE but there it was in black and white on the locker room wall; he was going to be the next AWE Champion.

The early contract negotiations came out of nowhere really. Gethin was having a great run in AJBW over in Tokyo. He was the top gaijin wrestler in the company with his violent style matches and refusal to cut a promo in Japanese (even though he is fluent) he had developed quite the cult following. His stripped down, back to basics prize fighter character had connected with the audience on a different level and his choice of an 80’s style synth song as his entrance theme compared to every other generic rock song was unique enough to make him stand out amongst the crowd. Gethin Rhys was the American Psycho…except you know, he was Welsh. He wasn’t sure exactly who facilitated the deal or whom recommended him but one evening Gethin got the call from Roddy Quinn to ask about maybe defecting to AWE. He had a good thing going in AJBW but the money and the notoriety was in the states; it was an offer he couldn’t really refuse.

As he wandered backstage, Gethin passed by Kevin with a courteous nod. The writer was heading towards the women’s locker room. Kevin had been key to tweaking the “Brutal Artist” character for an American audience. The rules over here were very different to the ones over there, it was a different style, a different demographic and it was difficult to adjust. Of course there was Roger the Sound Guy working on something, God that guy was creepy. CBL for sure. Making his way to where Roddy had settled his office for the night, there was a cue a mile long.

[color=wheat]”Fuck”[/color]

Hopefully, he’d be able to catch the big man soon. As time passed and wrestlers, stage crew et al had been in to the see the king, a slight tingle of nerves ran through the master of the headbutt’s body. He realised that he didn’t know exactly what he wanted to say to the man but before he could think of something, he was called in. Entering into Roddy Quinn’s office and seeing him sitting there was like watching the ruler on the Iron Throne about to kill Sean Bean or something, it was a weird feeling.

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[color=wheat]”Mr Quinn. Thanks for seeing me”[/color][/center]