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He could hear the water running down the outside of the walls. It never seemed to stop raining here.
How
had it come to this? He was a never-was before he'd even had a chance to show his worth, a never was before he'd ever been.
He was stuck here, and it wasn't going to change. And then they'd release him after a year or so, and he'd have to go back
to the real world. And he really didn't want that. The very thought of it made him angry, gave him a burning, hopeless feeling
in his chest.
Maybe that was why he'd been called in. Maybe they'd terminated his contract and he was being let go
here and now.
He saw that Cornette was walking out of his office with Paul Heyman.
"Well here he is." Cornette plainly
disagreed with whatever was going to happen.
"Hello Mr. Heidenreich, may I call you John? John then. You know who I am,
I'm Paul Heyman. I manage champions. I want to manage you. I want to take you to the extent of your capabilities, and I firmly
believe that this could easily include winning the WWE championship."
Here was someone else who believed. Someone else
who thought that he could be the one, the man, the champion. No one else believed in him. No one. Not even Jim Cornette. And
if the head man here didn't think you could do it, what chance did you have? Then suddenly there was this man, this legend,
someone who really had done the things he boasted of, and he believed it, he believed in Heidenreich.
That belief,
the power of someone else seeing the same possibilities as he did, it made him feel better, it made him feel stronger. All
pain inside subsided for a moment. A moment of clarity. Here was a man who believed. Here was a man who could make it happen
if nothing got in his way. And he would destroy anything that might get in the way of this visionary.
Paul Heyman believed
in him and he believed in Paul Heyman. There was nothing they couldn't do.
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