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Chapter:
"Fan's want someone new, someone fresh," Vince leaned back in his chair looking at his Daughter and son-in-law.
"We're already going unscripted up till Wrestlemania" Stephanie stated looking desperate. Her eyes turned to Paul, the man was deep in thought.
"How about we find someone; who's already worked for us, but left years ago, never made it to WWE just an FCW kid"
Vince raised an eyebrow, "Do you have anyone like that?"
Paul smiled, "I know who to call"
The room exploded with noise, all eyes on the flat screen. The monday night raw match on display as it became apparent the plot was aiming for yet another, Ambrose and Rollins feud.
He exhaled vape smoke watching as his clients continued throwing a raging fit. This feud thing was starting to wear out, he paused as his phone rang and he stood managing to slip from the office out into fresh air to answer the call.
"DJ Klaxx"
"Edward?"
He took another hit off his vape. "speaking"
"This is Paul Levesque" Ed choked.
"Triple H?!"
He looked at his phone then towards the door before putting his phone to his ear. "I..uh, what can I do for you?"
"I remember you being a manager for a client in FCW at one point and I was wondering...you still in that business"
Ed chuckled, "is the great franchise in need of some fresh blood?"
"Vince wants fresh, I want experienced but can be remade"
Ed paused, "I have someone in mind, I'll send you their stuff, they used to be one of your kids actually"
"am I going to remember this one?"
Ed smirked to himself at Paul's tone of voice, "No one could easily forget this tag team champion"
"You have a champion's name under your belt"
"Do you remember Anubis?"
The cellphone was beginning to get annoying. She stuck her hand from under the duvet, hissing at the sudden cold of her room as she patted the table searching for her phone, brushing her knuckles with it she snatched it up taking it under the duvet and squinted at the name.
"This better be good, it's six am"
"its me DJ"
"Who?"
"Edward!"
She shifted yawning, "Ed? the hell man not only is it the crack of satans ass, we havent talked in years"
"Gurl I wouldn't call unless it's important"
"better start impressing me"
"I got a call today"
She huffed, "fascinating"
"From the man Triple H himself...girlie...they need someone, I'm pulling that favor, I need you in the ring again"