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Late February 2015

"…With everything that's gone on these past couple of weeks, Steph and I really think its imperative that we team you up with a manager. We need someone who can handle your busy schedule and who would have your best interests at heart, of course." Hunter said. His tone was even as he looked over to his wife, who smiled on proudly at her plan coming to fruition.

"A manager…you're giving me a damn manager? You hear me on the mic, I don't need a manager doing my bidding; I can handle it, Hunter!" Seth shouted and slammed his fist on the table, which earned a glare from the woman across the table. He didn't need some suit speaking for him; he could very well do it on his own.

"Who do you think you're talking to like that?" Stephanie scolded, perched up in her seat out of motherly instinct. "It's what's best for business, Seth. After all, that championship opportunity is going to expire pretty soon, and quite frankly, you're more trouble than you're worth sometimes." She said pointedly, watching as the dark haired man sunk back in his seat.

Almost as if a switch turned on, she flashed a smile and continued her husband's sentence. "So, we're putting you in great hands, Seth. It's someone who has a great eye for this business and is a certified winner."

"So you're putting me with Heyman?" The young man offered with a raise of his brow.

Stephanie gave a simple shake of her head. "They put Heyman to shame, Seth, but you're on the right track…Its Kari." She said with a cock of her head.

"…Kari? That old hag?! If I didn't know any better, I would say you were trying to sabotage me!" He huffed.

"…Well, shit, Seth, I'm only, what, 5 years older than you? I hardly qualify as an old hag, but thanks for the warm welcome." As if on cue, veteran Kari Beade strutted into the room and sat next to her new client.

It was obvious to anyone in the business that Divas didn't have long shelf lives. Most of them would stay about four or five years, then opt to go and start a family, or quite frankly, go do something easier than throwing another person across a ring. However, Kari was the exception. Pride, though she wouldn't admit it outright, kept her in the WWE for ten years, and the wrestling business in general for about double that amount of time.

Her wrestling track record spoke for itself. Born in Southside Jamaica, Queens, she had begun her training in her neighbor's gym at fifteen; though, if anyone asked back then, she was eighteen. As soon as she finished high school; her promise to her mother in exchange to pursue 'the wrestling thing', she shipped off to Chicago, training and working at any independent promotion that would take her. After making a few well known friends, she made her way back to the mid-Atlantic, this time in Ring of Honor, where she had solidified her name, Dagger, with championships on championships from other promotions; wearing them like a badge of honor at television tapings and house shows.

Then 2005 hit, and so did an offer from the end all, be all (at least in her eyes at the time) company, with her best friend, with whom she shared a love for the business and a rather, well, less than pleasant attitude. Six title reigns and two undiagnosed concussions later, Kari had hit a wall. Her body, while still in shape, needed a break. However, she needed to stay relevant. So, after studying, learning and pestering, in 2012, she became a manager. This proved to be a goldmine, almost quite literally. Her quick witted tongue and observant nature led seven men to the top of the mountain, including her best friend and confidant, CM Punk. Though, years had passed between then, and her last client was less than successful, to say the least. Bitterness seeped deeper and deeper into her pores as the men and women she worked with, whether she liked them or not, began to move on from the company, her best friend's abrupt departure being the straw that broke the camel's back. Kari was determined to get back into the spotlight and back to her glory days, even if that meant having to deal with 'the powers that be.'

Seth's cold and calculating eyes followed the woman, the has-been, as he had referred to her in his head, to the seat next to him. Yeah, she used to be great and all, and he'd admit, he used to be a fan of hers, but he was the future, damn it, and he didn't need the past holding him back.

"Kari, it's a pleasure as always. I apologize for the decorum of your client here, but I'm sure it's not the worst thing you've heard." Stephanie quipped with a chuckle, earning an eye roll from the auburn haired woman. "Seth is our biggest investment, we know how good you are, and Hunter, well, he seems to trust you a lot despite your indiscretions in choices of social circles. You need to make sure that Seth becomes champion by any means necessary."

Kari looked between Seth and Stephanie. She very well knew that it would be a challenge, given Seth's recent track record and Stephanie's stellar enthusiasm toward her appointment as manager. However, true to her character, she'd make it work to her benefit.

"It's my specialty. You have my word, before June, he'll have the gold." She smirked and looked around the table to find eyebrows peaked and scowls from all but Hunter, who carried a knowing look on his face.

With a pat of her new, reluctant client's shoulder, she chuckled. "We've got a lot of work to do, Rollins."