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Austin Anderson- Who was not related to Ken Anderson- Jogged down the halls of the Dallas Arena. She had signed on with the WWE not too long ago, and just last night she had gotten a call from someone working with the WWE. She had been hired… And was being sent to RAW.

Well, she was at RAW, but still…

Anyway- As she jogged, she noticed several strange things.

#1: Jack Swagger seemed to be obsessed with bagels, since he had been running by in the opposite direction while carrying a bag of them.

#2: The Big Red Machine was in the arena… And was wearing a lilac tuxedo. That freaked her out.

#3: Had she just seen Alex Shelley in the same place as the WWE?!

And #4: The Miz liked chocolate bars, for she had seen him with a giant pile of unopened chocolate bars around him as he ate one.

And then it hit her- Well, more of she ran into him.

"Oof!" She crashed into someone before falling to the floor, somehow managing not to hit her head. "Ouch." She groaned.

"You okay, iss?" She heard a man with a Southern ask as she opened her eyes, blinking several times before focusing on the man standing near her.

Shannon Moore? I thought the WWE let him go… She thought as she blinked again before smiling.

" 'M fine." She said, her Louisiana accent too strong for her own good. "Just a little sore."

He grinned and offered her his hand, which she accepted, as he helped her stand before letting go. "I'm Shannon." He said with a boyish grin.

"Austin." Austin said before realizing that between her accent and how nervous she was, it sounded like she had said 'awesome'. "As in the city in Texas."

"Oh. Austin. Cool name." He said, smiling at her.

She blushed. "Thank you." She said before clearing her throat. "Right- Sorry for bumping into you. I should've been more careful." She said, running a hand through her thick jaw-length brown hair, highlighted blue.

"No, it's fine." He said before looking at his watch. "And I've gotta run." He smiled at her again. "Hope I see you again." He said before leaving.

Austin watched him leave before turning back and blinking. He's cuter in person than on TV… She thought, her eyes wide before correcting her expression and running down the halls once more. She was now very late for a meeting.

Shannon Moore, former WWE wrestler and tattoo parlor owner, made his way quickly down the hall of the Dallas Arena, rubbing a sore spot on his upper chest where Austin had crashed into him.

Man, for such a pretty girl, she sure has a hard head. He thought before stepping out of the way of Jack Swagger as he ran by with a bag of bagels. And he's strange. He thought, shaking his head before continuing on his way.

Austin entered the meeting room to find it in total disarray.

Jim Ross was chugging coffee, Jerry 'King' Lawler, Taz, and Shane McMahon shouting "Chug, chug, chug, chug." Stephanie McMahon was hiding behind her chair, her father arguing on the phone with someone. Triple H was coloring a mustache in with permanent marker on a sleeping Dusty Rhodes; and Shawn Michaels was using another permanent marker to color on the walls.

What have I gotten myself into? Austin wondered.

"No! I want pink roses at ringside- NOT BLACK!" Vince McMahon roared into his phone before hanging up and standing. "EVERYBODY SIT DOWN!" He roared.

"I am seated." Triple H said, still drawing the mustache in on Dusty's face.

"SIT DOWN AND STOP DOING WHATEVER IT IS YOU'RE DOING!" Vince McMahon roared again.

Even Austin took a seat, Mr. McMahon taking a seat as well, as Dusty Rhodes awoke with a snort.

Triple H snickered but stopped as Mr. McMahon glared at him before nodding. "Welcome everyone. I hope you will welcome our newest writer as well, Austin Anderson."

Everyone looked at her and she waved sheepishly. "Hi." She said weakly.

"I knew I should have kicked Paul out of the room." Mr. McMahon grumbled before speaking up. "As I was saying; Miss Anderson is now one of our writers, so be nice to her. And I don't want to see her running from Orton any time soon- Understand?" He looked around the table to find everyone nodding in agreement. "Good. Now go do your jobs." He said, dismissing them.

Austin fled the room at the sight of Triple H picking up a sledge hammer, Stephanie hitting her forehead at the sight of one of their new writers freaking out that much. It was going to be a very long day.

Yeah yeah, I know, two new stories up? I'll manage. Review if you want, don't if you don't. Sorry that it's so short as well- I'm publishing this on the sly...