Posted by IWA Staff on 5/5/2004, 1:14 am, in reply to "Shockwave 04/19/04: Missing Seg #2" Dawn: So... you think you can just interfere whenever you want, and we're going to resign you to an IWA contract? Who the hell do you think you are!? [Her scowl grows ten times larger. Panning around and zooming out a bit, we see that she is addressing a former IWA champion, and Heidi's Reindeer Games III saviour, Adam Delicious. He's wearing a bright smirk as he nods. This must be the explanation for Dawn's scowl.] Adam: I'm Adam ####ing Delicious, dumbass. Do you not know ANYTHING? Have uncountable numbers of men drown your brain out by shooting many wads of... Dawn: [Quickly cutting him off] SHUT UP!!! [she forces a sweet smile onto her face.] Listen, Adam. As much as Id like to resign you to IWA
I wont. I will NOT give you your contract back because you're a liability. Your neck is in serious danger of being injured again and taking your life, and I want no part in it. [Dawn leans back in her chair.] Dawn: And besides... Untouchables not withstanding, I hate you. [Adam stands and throws papers on her desk.] Adam: Eat it. Those are my clearance papers. I can wrestle again, and take that damn IWA title back. [Dawn picks up the papers, looking contemptuously sceptical. As she reads on, her facial expression fades from curiosity, to shock, and finally to anger. She finally sits back, papers in hand. Looking at Adam, she grabs them in two hands and tears them right down the middle.] Dawn: What papers? [Dawn smiles evilly, as Adam looks on in disbelief. She leans forward again, folding her hands on her desk, glaring right in Adam's eyes.] Dawn: Goodbye, Adam. Don't let the door hit you on the way out. [Adam stands to leave, before turning back with the door open. He smirks.] Adam: It shouldn't... my ass isn't as big as yours. [The fans out in the arena cheer as smiling, Adam leaves. Dawn looks after him, a look of disbelief and anger on her face. She shakes as the door slams. She takes her hand and knocks the plaque with her name on it right off the desk with a stiff chop as the camera fades out.]
[We cut to the backstage area. A posh office, actually. Sitting behind a large mahogany (de prime woo', bwah!!) desk, is Dawn. She has a scowl on her face, one of utter contempt. Looking ahead, she shifts in her large leather chair, her eyes never leaving the point of interest she has found. Leaning forward, she taps her fingers on her desktop.]
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