Disclaimer: Sigh, I completely forgot to do this. Anyway, I don't own anyone in this story except Danielle. Even then at times I think she owns me. I am not making any money off of this - I wish I was...but I'm not. The rating T? Yeah...that's just in case I make a mistake somewhere and it becomes less of a kiddie story. Just want to make sure a five year old doesn't read this and go, "Mommy, what is a - whatever." And if you are a five year old reading this, go to a good school and become a doctor or lawyer or anything that pays well. The writing business doesn't work too good until you're dead.
That's all.
Oh and I don't mean this as to intentionally make fun of the wrestlers. Ah hell, I do. They make millions - they can take some making fun of.
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"I hope this isn't too inconvenient Mr. McMahon. We just want to make sure that your wrestlers haven't suffered much in their mental health. Being on the road all year can make that happen to people," Danielle Harris said as she walked with Mr. McMahon towards the back of the stadium.
Mr. McMahon who was doing his typical walk flashed his typical up to no good smile and replied, "No problem at all. I know it can be hard on these guys and we always want to make sure we don't have any problems with them."
"Then we are on the same page."
They arrived at a door to which Mr. McMahon opened it for Miss Harris. "This is where you can talk to each of them by themselves."
"Thank you."
"Oh and Miss Harris?"
"Call me Danielle."
"Danielle, if you could find out anything about DX and see if they are perhaps in need of a vacation make sure to tell me about it. There might be something extra for you."
Danielle nodded. She was used to this kind of thing from employers. They always had one or two they wanted to get rid of and used the psychological evaluation to get rid of them. Now all she had to figure out was who DX was.