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[right][i]Sometime before Shock N AWE Sacramento...[/i][/right]

[indent]The booking lads of the AWE always seemed to take the place over whenever they went to a hotel room. The bed was moved out of their way, and a whiteboard was hung on the wall, scribbled on by all three whenever they had a thought to add. Notepads and binders were strewn about the mattress, containing all their notes and plans for every member of the roster.

The coffee table was covered in empty pizza boxes. and empty cans of Red Bull. As far as the team was concerned, this was the sign of a night that went well. The hotel room they were in now was just a quickly converted ‘office,’ and as soon as they were truly done for the night, they’d disperse off to their own rooms.

There was one piece of pizza left, and Kevin wanted it. After all, he’d paid this time. Leaning forward, the head of the writing team picked up the final slice of pizza (meat lover’s, of course). He chomped down on it in the silence of the room, the first bout of silence they’d had all night. As Kevin chewed on the pizza, the group maintained their quiet composure, and when he took the last bite, and swallowed down the last chunk of crust, Kevin looked up at the ceiling and finally spoke.

[color=408c0b][b]“Dude this guy is like impossible to find. I don’t know how he managed to be at the arena the whole fucking time and we didn’t see him ONCE. Caiden Winters is a goddamn master of espionage. So here’s the plan: we’re going to each get to the arena for next week’s Shock N AWE, like a few hours early, and camp out at the entrances. He doesn’t get in, without one of us catching him. Got it? JP, that means you can’t go hunting for Morgana so you can stare at her. This is important! The dude is legit getting upset because he thinks we don’t have any direction for him… [i]Because he’s never around for us to tell him the plan![/i]”[/b][/color]

Gary nodded, a can of iced espresso in the caffeine fiend’s hand, but then a thought came to him. [b][color=ff751a]"Wait, how much earlier?”[/color][/b] he asked.

[b][color=olive]"I don’t go actively looking for her!”[/color][/b] JP protested before downing the last red bull and throwing it with Michael Jordan-esc precision into the trash. [b][color=olive]“If I just so happen to find her and look at her longingly and with love I can’t exactly help that can I? The heart wants what the heart wants...oh someone write that shit down, we could use that for any future romance angles...where’s my damn pen?!”[/color][/b] Leaning back, he almost took a tumble trying to find his lost pen. Grabbing it from the floor, he quickly scribbled in his notepad before looking at the other two. [b][color=olive]"What were we talking about?...oh right yeah, sure I agree. Get Caiden before he gets in the building. I’m on board with that.”[/color][/b]

[color=408c0b][b]“Focus, JP, FOCUS. Gary, I’m talkin’ like at least two hours before the show starts. It’s important we talk to him before we relive the Twitter incident of last year, followed by the Caiden and Roddy screaming match. Look, Caiden’s great, but we gotta help him realize that he’s not gonna get wasted by us… the last writing squad really fucked him.”[/b][/color] Kevin explained, looking between both of his friends, [color=408c0b][b]“this is do or die, lads.”[/b][/color]

[b][color=ff751a]"Sure, Two hours is fine. So when we meet him, do we all meet up, or does whoever meet him explain the plan? I feel like it should be the former,"[/color][/b] Gary mused, finishing his coffee and grabbing another red bull.

JP moved forward on the bed, scribbling a couple of more notes. [b][color=olive]"We get it, Kev. We don’t do this we lose Caiden back to Japan. I’m calling it, the book for Caiden Winters is closed and locked. We have a plan for him, we stick with it, we give this bubba a world title and the Wrestling Journal calls us mother chucking geniuses and the heroes of the new era of pro wrestling.”[/color][/b] Glancing at his watch, the adorkable one decided to close up his notes and start grabbing up all of his stuff. [b][color=olive]"Right, we should get going. Early start tomorrow if we’re going to beat CW to the arena.”[/color][/b]

[color=408c0b][b]“And maybe, JUST MAYBE, Danny Church will stop demanding we burn at the stake. Alright, I will see you guys at the arena. In the morning.”[/b][/color] Kevin pushed his chair back away from the table, and stood up. Heading toward the door, he added. [color=408c0b][b]“hey, if this works, I’ll have Claire put in a good word with Morgana for you, JP. Get it in, brother.”[/b][/color] Kevin winked at his friend, but was out the door too fast for JP to reply.[/indent] 
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[right][i]The next day, at the Golden 1 Center...[/i][/right]

[indent]Caiden Everett was surrounded by three people who were out of their goddamn minds. Who taught these men to speak like this? Did they know how to take turns? From what he’d gathered from their rambling, they actually had a plan for him, which was surprising to begin with… even more surprising? He was going fucking over. That was the only thing he’d gotten out of them, but no clarity.

Because they didn’t talk one at a time.

[color=0f4891][b]“SHUT UP. One at time! Go in a circle, fucking hell. How am I supposed to understand what you’re saying if you guys talk over each other endlessly!? Christ, it’s like talking to a bunch of children.”[/b][/color]

JP leaned back in his chair and threw the empty breakfast bar wrapper into the nearby trash can before returning his attention to the mega star that sat opposite him and his good brothers. Swallowing down the last of his mid day snack, he began. [b][color=olive]"We get it, Caiden, you’re pissed because you think we haven’t been doing anything with you. Did you not hesitate to think maybe that was by design? A ploy by us to get you good and mad?”[/color][/b] The adorkable one glanced over at his colleagues before carrying on. [b][color=olive]"I’ll put it bluntly; we have a plan for you my friend, a damn good one if I do say so myself. You are going over, CW. Not only that, by the end of this, you’re gonna be champ and you’re gonna have the best match in AWE history.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=ff751a]"Of course, we could have told you this a lot earlier if you hadn’t gone into hiding since two weeks ago…”[/color][/b] muttered Gary, who was stationed besides the door because Caiden admittedly made him nervous.

[color=408c0b][b]“Look, man. You drive things with your emotions, right? Well, we want this to be as real as possible. So channel how you felt about the company up till this point into your promos, your ring work. Make it seem real. Be passionate. That segment with Joy on Aftershock? That’s what we want. Don’t worry about what goes on outside of the company, we’ll handle blurring the lines as far as everything in the real world goes. People need to get worked by this — and they will. By the end of it, they’ll be wondering… is he really going to leave with the title? Did he go into business for himself? Gonna be great. Now, for the love of God… please [i]don’t[/i] avoid us in the future, man.”[/b][/color] Kevin suggested, dropping back the rest of a can of Red Bull as Caiden leaned back in the chair and looked up at the ceiling, lips slowly curling into a smile.

[color=0f4891][b]“Alright. Let’s see what I can do here. You’re giving me the opportunity I’ve been waiting my whole tenure here for, and I’d be stupid if I didn’t grab what’s being laid out for me, and made the most of it. I give you my word, this will be the best angle in the history of professional wrestling, not just the AWE.”[/b][/color]

[color=408c0b][b]“Cheers.”[/b][/color][/indent]