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"You're on a collision course, and it's going to be huge." The words came from the familiar voice on the side of the phone. Warren was used to being told how high to jump from it, though lately he hadn't minded the task.

"What's the angle here? Typical heel/face crash at the Big Ticket?"

"You know it. They're thinking headline."

"Headline?!" The thought hadn't dawned on him that they expected the draw to be so large. "You'd have us going at it in main event? I've only been back for a couple of weeks."

"Yeah, but there's demand for it. People want to see it, and since we're going to have Strong and his partner both take home gold next weekend it only seems right that you finish what you started at the Brawl."

"Wait, Shyne's dropping too? You sure you're going to want to have that big of a turn-around BEFORE the big show?"

"Listen, it'll be fine. This isn't our first rodeo, you know. Strong has enough heat that he'll be able to carry her into a believable feud."

"He's going to carry her?" He sounded a bit incredulous. "She's got more talent in one leg than he has in his entire body."

"Boy you're not kidding."

There was a silence that emphasized the intention.

"Look, she's new. Getting a cheap fall on Shyne's going to rocket her up the ladder, too."

"What's the goal, though? Strong wins belt, then loses belt, what's in it for her?"

"Right now, we're thinking a tag event. Both titles on the line against you and Shyne. Winners take all sort of deal."

"No, that's not going to work. What about rematch clauses? What about number one contenders? Wait, you're going to put the strap on me?" Again with the incredulity.

"Why not? You going anywhere?"

He thought it over. "No, I guess not. I still don't see it working. Main event is mixed tag? At the biggest show you've got for the year? Following Reaper of all people?"

"Trust me. Have I ever steered you wrong before?"

"Yes."

"Well... Forget about that, and trust me."