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"I have to do what?!" the young woman cried, the outrage in her voice clear as day.
"You heard me, Dawn..." Paul Heyman said, a smug grin plastered on his fat, unattractive face. And who was she kidding? Dawn Marie knew she was being generous in thinking him only unattractive. The former ECW owner/boss, who was, ironically, now her boss once again, was hideous.
"Well, I don't want to do that!" the brunette exclaimed angrily. "I haven't been training with Trish Stratus and Victoria for nothing! If I do that, I'll be losing any credibility I could get as a serious wrestler!"
"Get this and get it good, Dawnie..." Paul snarled, and as the diva stared at him with contempt, the portly man stepped closer to her. To her shock and dismay, he reached out and touched a lock of her chestnut curls.
As she recoiled back, nearly slapping Heyman's meaty hand away, the new General Manager continued. "...you work for me...Just like you worked for me once upon a time for a little company called ECW..." He moved his face closer to hers, and Dawn made a face as she caught a whiff of his foul breath. "I don't care what you want to do or what you don't want to do...I am the boss, and don't ever forget it..."
The brunette was seething inside as she glared at Heyman. She'd never been so sickened in all her life. The only thing that would make things worse for her would be if the asshole tried to blackmail her into sleeping with him. He'd never gone that far, but damn if the mere thought didn't make her want to gag.
Dawn Marie hated herself for the fact that her eyes were beginning to well up with tears. Damn it... She would not cry in front of this poor excuse, pig of a man! She vowed it.
Without another word, she turned and marched out of the office, and the moment she was out in the hall, she heard it...
...Heyman's sickening, sadistic, joyful laughter.
She hated him. She wanted to march right back into the room and bash his smug, fat, ugly face in. But she didn't... Instead, she rushed down the hallway and back to the women's locker room. That was where her cell phone was, and the sooner she retrieved it, the sooner she could cry to one of her fellow diva friends. They were sympathetic and knew first-hand what she was going through.
Dawn Marie felt a tear slip down her cheek as she entered the locker room, and she was grateful that none of the other SmackDown divas was present. Quickly retrieving her cell phone from her bag, she dialed a number.
"Hello?"
The voice of the woman on the other end was enough to get her sobbing. She couldn't even speak for a good minute or so.
"Dawn Marie...?"
"Y-yeah...Lita, I need to talk to you - and badly..."