Oscar, fresh from his match, gave Chris Dent a parting handshake. The young talent was leaving straight after the match to get some sleep, because there was an indie show tomorrow and he wanted to be well-rested. That, thought Oscar, was the hard-working and dedicated attitude that will see him go far in this industry. Oscar wouldn't be surprised if he got signed to AWE in a few years.

After getting changed in an empty changing room as nobody was on for a while and Gethin was currently being interviewed, Oscar left the locker room and started making his way through the corridors, like a sheriff patrolling his town. And it was true. With Will on the shelf, he was the de-facto leader of the locker room.


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Gary Palmer was sitting in a makeshift office with the door open, and his head in his hands, the caffeine buzz wearing off. If anybody wanted to chat, or talk booking, or writing, he was free. Right now, he was doing his head in trying to write a Thunderbird promo flexible enough to stand up to Sexton's tendency to go off the script. If Thunderbird had Sexton's talent for improvisation, the writing lads could leave them too it, but that wasn't an option. Trying to get Sexton to agree to perform a scripted promo wasn't an option either.

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Andrew Gosforth, the large, friendly Scot, was in the building for the first time in months. He'd spent the last fortnight training, and then he'd been on the road a day or two shooting with a crew of AWE personnel, which was currently being edited into a segment, which would be shown later tonight. He high-fived and hugged a few staff as he entered the building, but hadn't yet seen any of the actual performers. Still, it was good to be back in the machine.