'Whenever, wherever,
We're meant to be together,
I'll be there and you'll be near,
And that's the deal my dear.' – Whenever, Wherever, Shakira
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Chapter Three
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The First Assignment
After all the paperwork was done with and her contract had been signed, Vince had Dawn begin work immediately. What was her first assignment? The Hurri-shirt! Vince had given her the room number and she was currently standing in front of the door, rapping on it – Loudly.
"Hold on a second! Who is it?" his muffled voice shouted. Was the a southern accent she heard?
"One of your crazed female fans here to stalk you," she answered evenly.
"Ooo… kay."
She chuckled at that, wondering how uncertain he was of now opening the door. And she was right, he did have a southern drawl, just like Matt and Jeff did she now realized. She wasn't one to be talking about accents though. Her accent was what you could a call a 'big city' accent, but nothing like a New York one. It was a lazy drawl with a hard edge.
The door opened and The Hurricane peered out of the door, looking straight ahead and seeing no one. Dawn cleared her throat and he looked down to her level, she was 5'5" so that made this guy a whole 7 inches taller then her. He gave her a funny look when he saw a perfectly balanced notebook on her head and a pencil behind her ear. She didn't look like a fan.
"You are?"
"And they say news travels fast," she huffed and let herself into the room. "I'm Dawn, the new designer girl. Nice to meet you too, Shane."
Dawn knew all of the wrestlers real names, she had done that research long ago. She took a seat on the couch and flipped the notebook into her hands.
"Got anything specific you want on a Hurricane shirt?"
"You get right to the point, don't you?" Shane pointed out as a question and he took a seat in a chair across from her, still trying to recover from Dawn's attitude. Direct was all he could come up with.
She simply nodded.
"Let's see what you can come up with."
That sounded like a challenge to her. She opened her notebook and her pencil was soon going this way and that across the paper. Shane watched, rather impressed at the speed she could draw. Less then a minute later she held up her quick sketch for Superhero Hurricane to see. According to the drawing, 'the' would be written very, very small on the top left part of Hurricane. Which would be written in green bubble letters and silver would outline it. On the back it was to say 'Believe in the Hurri-powers' that would supposedly have his cape below it as an underline. He smiled. At least it was creative.
"What else can you come up with?"
"You don't like it?" she frowned.
"I didn't mean for me, I meant for everyone else." Everyone?
"Gimme a name." At least this would save time when she had to actually create something for whichever superstar.
"Mighty Molly."
So Dawn drew up something for Mighty Molly, then Tajiri, followed by Kane, Booker T, Edge, Test, even Vince. They had moved down onto the floor so that they could both use the notebook and she had let Shane have his hand at coming up with something. A giant ass is what he handed back to her.
"Rakishi? His ass isn't that big!" she screeched.
"Well excuse me, Citizen Dawn, unlike you the Hurricane does not possess Hurri-art skills."
Dawn slapped a hand to their forehead. She'd discovered the motto of the wrestlers. When all else fails, revert to your character. But if it was joke shirts he wanted, mock shirts he would get.
There was a knock at the door and Shane got up to answer it, leaving Dawn to her 'designing'.
"Hey guys!" Shane greeted warmly.
"Hey, Shane."
She looked up to see Matt and Jeff and smiled warmly at them. Dawn tore out the piece of paper she had been doodling on before and closed her notebook.
"Vince wants us to introduce you to everyone, Dawn," Matt said.
"You mean wake everyone up and have an excuse for it," Jeff piped in and they all laughed. Dawn shrugged and stood up with her notebook. She handed the paper to Shane before the Hardy's escorted her out.
'Poon-Tang For The Soul'.
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A little over two hours later Dawn stretched out her arms, she'd met all the wrestlers in the hotel. All of them. She was surprised it hadn't taken longer then that, after all, the WWF roster was pretty big. And shaking hands with each and every one of them really killed her arm. Poor arm. Not to mention the small talk, the chitchat… One by one she just grinned and bared it.
"Wait up!"
Amy ran up alongside them since both Matt and Jeff had an arm wrapped around Dawn's shoulders and she was scrunched between them.
"Vince wanted me to give you this."
Huh? Amy handed her the envelope and she opened it carelessly. A plane ticket.
"Memphis, Tennessee?"
"That's where we're going tomorrow. I guess Vince wants to get you used to the road," said Jeff.
"Riiight," Dawn mumbled.
"Oh, Jeff, do you mind if Matt stays with me tonight?"
"As long as I don't have to hear what you two are doing, fine by me."
"Hey!" Amy slapped him in the arm playfully. Though it wasn't even 1 in the afternoon yet, Amy dragged Matt off with a grin and the younger brother sighed.
"Jealous?" Dawn teased. Jeff glared at her, but she just glared right back until they both smiled.
"Are you offering me something? Because you are a bit young…" he trailed off with that, smirking. This earned Jeff an elbow to the ribs and she snatched away the hat on his head for good measure, putting it on her head.
"You got a small head, Skittles."
"And you got a big mouth, Sunset," he shot right back at her.
"Sunset, eh?" she smiled as he wrapped an arm around her waist in a friendly gesture.
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A/N – Shabang! ::checks reviews:: Two. Yes!!! ::giggles:: Anywho, this chappy is a bit shorter then the rest, I know. Sowry 'bout that. I just got another cool idea for a story, so if I could write better I could make the idea just as cool. ::sighs:: Oh well. Happy reviewing!
Teaser – What's this? A teaser as to what's coming up in the next chapter? Sure! What the heck, what the hey. Closer and closer they become. Who? :;shrugs:: I don't know! Yes I know I'm the author. That doesn't mean I'm supposed to know. I have 'til tomorrow to figure it out. ::grins proudly::
Addition A/N – Heh, sorry 'bout this one. But it's really bugging me. I've got this question that's been bugging me forever. If you'd be so kind to check my profile, it's right there under Question which is nice and bold for ya. ; ) T'anks, all!
