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Dawn approached the door to Roddy’s office, but hesitated. The last time she tried to suggest her own ideas to management was a long time ago, and it took months to clear the backstage heat.  Dawn was well-meaning, but when she thought she had a good idea, she became very stubborn. To this day, she believed that her being in a Royal Rumble would be a great idea. But this meeting wasn’t going to be about that. She knocked on the door.
 
The door wasn’t held closed for very long, Roderick never had much of an issue letting people into his office. In fact, he respected people who had the testicular fortitude to come and talk to him whenever they had a problem with the way things were going. Nowadays, most everything went through Kevin and his writing team, but Roddy still carried a lot of weight.
 
The door swung open and there he stood, smiling at Dawn. [color=c4be19][b]“Yes? Come in.”[/b][/color] He said, moving out of the way and gesturing for her to walk into the office. [color=c4be19][b]“What’s on your mind?”[/b][/color]
 
Dawn entered Roddy’s office a little sheepishly. It was telling of the true magnitude of Roddy’s aura of power that a woman who’s more muscular than not just most men, but a good deal of male indie wrestlers, served time in the army, and had taken a life, was still nervous in his presence. [color=00802b]“Hello, Roddy. I just had an idea I wanted to run by you. If there are no matches planned for me at Requiem, in Wembley, I’d like to open the show. I wouldn’t mind if it was off-camera. Just...being in such a venue, in my home country...it’s important to me.”[/color]
 
The boss had to think a moment, drawing on his memory of whatever writers had planned — it was weird to him that they planned that far ahead. Crazy, even. When Roddy had been in charge of the writing team and creative direction, they just planned the big shows about a month in advance — maybe. [color=c4be19][b]“I don’t think we have anything planned for you… that’d be fine.”[/b][/color] Roderick shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t personally see anything wrong with giving her some time on camera to talk up her home crowd. [color=c4be19][b]“We can give you ten minutes at the start of the show.”[/b][/color] An eternity, in wrestling time.
 
Dawn’s head was spinning. Not only was that easier than she thought, but ten whole minutes! She really had to get her promo game a lot better by then! She’d have a chance to practice what she’d learned so far interfering in Morgana’s promo later. This was the first feud where she’d really been given a story besides ‘Sydney is strong. Opponent outsmarts or outwrestles her. Sydney probably wins anyway’ and she wasn’t going to let this opportunity to show that she could be a major player in the women’s division go to waste.
 
[color=00802b]“Thank you, Roddy!”[/color] she replied, trying to hide her excitement and joy and stay professional.
 
The excitement may have been short lived, as Kevin Harrison, lead writer for AWE and really second only to Roddy himself in creative control, burst onto the scene. He paused for a moment when he saw Dawn standing there, letting out a breath. [color=408c0b][b]“Hey, Dawn, what’s up? Uh, boss man, you seen Caiden around anywhere? The one time we’re looking for him, he just disappears…”[/b][/color] Kevin looked hopefully over at Roddy, but Roddy ignored the question and instead spoke thusly:
 
[color=c4be19][b]“In October, at Requiem, we’re giving Sydney here ten minutes to open the show —”[/b][/color]
 
With balls of steel the writer cut Roderick off. [color=408c0b][b]“Now, whoa whoa whoa. That’s fine and all, but hey. What are you gonna do with ten minutes?”[/b][/color] He asked, and his voice was undeniably demanding. Hey, they were messing with his baby, and he had to be sure that everything planned fit in.
 
Dawn rubbed the back of her head and turned to Kevin. She unconsciously made this gensure because she was nervous and feeling a little apologetic, but in her tank top, her flexing muscles were very visible. She look far more intimidating than she felt, which may have been a factor in people agreeing with her.
 
[color=00802b]“Sorry, Kevin. We could sit down and come up with ideas of how to fill ten minutes. I’m new to long promos, so I’ll probably need your help. And...if it interferes with your timeslots, we could just put it before the actual show. Maybe keep it off the Pay-Per-View and release it online or something. I don’t know much about these things.”[/color]
 
[color=408c0b][b]“Alright, well… we’ll come up with something. It’s not a big deal. I just don’t like being blindsided like that…”[/b][/color] Kevin ran a hand through his hair and shook his head, before smiling warmly at Dawn. [color=408c0b][b]“It’s all good, we’ll work something out, alright? I’ll try to fit you in a match on the card too, gotta have the hometown heroes there.”[/b][/color]
 
[color=00802b]”We’ve got a month and a half to sort everything out between everyone. Anyway, I have a confrontational segment to get ready for, and then Aftershock, and I need to go and take care of the butterflies in my stomach. Thank you both for this! I will pay you back tenfold!”[/color] And with that, she left the office.
 
On her way to the the dressing room to be made up, or rather made down, she passed a mirror, which she stopped at, and stared at menacingly. She could stare well, She’d had plenty of practice, as most of her ‘promo work’ in the company thus far had been staring. She cleared her throat, looking nervous again for a few seconds, before resuming her tough exterior, and thinking back to boot camp.
 
[color=00802b]”What’s your name, soldier? Dawn Webster, huh? You don’t look very young. How old are you? Sixteen? So, you’re a dropout? Didn’t think you had a future without the army? Do you think you have a future in the army? Because you have to work for that! Can you work, Dawn? Because from what you’ve told me so far, I don’t think you can! How fit are you? Do you run? Cycle? Swim? No? Did you think this was going to be a walk in the park? DID YOU THINK THIS WAS GOING TO BE SUMMER CAMP? Get down give me twenty!”[/color]

She stopped, and shivered at the memories. She’d given herself goosebumps. Until she found her own voice and style, and developed her own skills, she should just channel her drill sergeant. That was actually a powerful speech worthy of a Women’s Champion. Pity it wasn’t about wrestling.
 
Dawn, face red from exertion, looked around. Several of the staff here staring at her. She blushed and quickly walked past them. [color=00802b]”Just...getting into the zone…”[/color] she muttered sheepishly.