"That's bullshit!" Taylin yelled, bolting out of her chair, sending it flying to the ground behind her as she slammed her hands down on the huge oval table.

She couldn't take listening to them anymore. Their ideas were horrible, no wonder the diva's division was in the shape it was in.

"What do you suggest?" Kevin Eck, creative writer asked.

"Hire some fucking real talent. Someone who can do something. Build from her. I mean look at what you have, all your women have quit. And you wonder why?" Taylin said, she never had a problem voicing her opinion, no matter where she was, and her mouth had gotten her in trouble more than once.

"Yeah, we wonder why. If you think you know the reason, please enlighten us." Brian Gewirtz, creative consultant said.

"Have you read this shit?" Taylin asked, throwing a script across the table. "This is why. 'AJ skips around the ring.' What the hell is that?" She asked.
"Your diva's champ screams inexperience. She miscalculates almost every move in the ring. You have 10 Divas, and five of them are valets! Your best wrestlers you choose not to use! Layla, an amazing talent, is pushed to the side. Niedhart is teamed with Khali? Are you serious?! How long has it been since Tamina has been used, and AJ is made out to be a crazed lunatic, who will fuck whom ever it takes to get ahead." Taylin yelled.

"So whats your suggestion?" David Kapoor, head writer for RAW asked.

"You want honesty?" Taylin asked, her eyes falling on the chair at the head of the table. Stephanie McMahon-Levesque had a smile on her face as she watched Taylin. She nodded.
"Look around this room. It's full of males, trying to understand females. You guys should have learned by now that doesn't work well. Our female roster for NXT and FCW has more dept then our head shows. Aside from two or three, they all need to be thrown back into the ring for training. We need more wrestling and less shit. I'm not saying the romance behind the scenes isn't a good thing, but the way you had AJ jump from man to man to man, it turned women off, and honestly men don't want to see that shit."

"Alright, I'm done listening to this." David said. "I seriously don't know why you think your input even matters to us. You're nothing more than a consultant sitting in on a board meeting. And you're what? All of 20? I mean, you were pretty to look at for a minute, but now I suggest you sit down and shut..."

"David, I suggest you stop now." Stephanie said, causing all the heads to face her.
"Maybe I should have introduced her at the beginning of the meeting, but I have known her for way too long, and I knew she would eventually open her mouth. Gentlemen, meet Taylin Williams. She will be filling a brand new position. President of Diva's; meaning she has finally say in what goes on with all of them. When I say final, I mean it. She will approve every script, and when she says change something, you will do it, without question."

"She's a child!" David said.

"I'm 23, but age doesn't speak for experience." Taylin said.

"And what kind of experience do you have?" He asked.

"I grew up during the attitude era. I have been around pro wrestling since before I could walk." Taylin said.

"Listen, just because your parent was an indy wrestler doesn't mean anything." Kevin said.

Taylin laughed.
"I choose to use my dad's former name for two reasons; one, I was born before he legally changed his name, and two, I don't like to use my dad's name to get me places."

"And by the way you say that you act as if we should know, or even care who your father was." David snapped.
Stephanie started to speak, by Taylin cut her off.

"No, you know, you're right. Fact of the matter is, who my dad is has nothing to do with how I will run the Diva's division. The only thing that matters is, your boss just told you how it was going to be. For me, that's all that matters." She looked at Stephanie. "I would like a mandatory Diva's meeting."

"I will be there to introduce you. Is a few hours before RAW ok with you?" Stephanie asked her.
Taylin agreed, and Stephanie excused her from the meeting. Taylin gathered her things, and walked out, her head held high.

"Hey Dad." Taylin said into her phone.

"Well, how'd it go Tay?" He asked.

"Really shitty. You were right, they weren't happy."

"You know, Daddy can always come and stomp a mud hole in them for ya." He chuckled.

"I know you would Dad, but I really want to do this on my own."

"Taylin, I understand where you're coming from. But, baby, you have to understand my side too. I didn't kill myself for years for no reason." He said.

"You know, it's not that I don't appreciate what you did. I just don't want people to form their opinions of me because of who my father is."

"Oh yeah, because you have none of my attitude." He laughed again.

"I have a lot of work to do before the meeting. I'll call you in a few days." She told him, looking at the piles of papers that were scattered throughout her hotel room.

"Alright. I know you'll do great baby." He said.

"I love you Dad."

"I love you Tay. Bye."

"Bye." She said, hanging up her phone, and sitting down at the desk, finishing up what she had been working on before calling her dad.