After a few wrong turns and accidental walking into the wrong dressing rooms a few times, Clara found a roadie who showed her to Stephanie’s office. “Thanks,” she told him as her hands pushed on the door.<br/><br/>“Clara! Thanks for coming.. Your spot by the way? Awesome. Just enough intrigue to keep the fans interested without giving too much away.” A smile was spread across the McMahons’ face “You’re a natural..”<br/><br/>The rundown that she got was that she was to start interfering with matches here and there that Charlottes involved in. Even with Sasha being the Womens champ the person t take out of the running was Charlotte and then Sasha. Clara would be paired up with Nia to take out the Boss. This was going to be a new era, one where the women of the current one would be scared that they could be replaced and not ever be the champion. And it was meant to be a way to shake things up a bit. Clara was excited.<br/><br/>Rubbing her hands together as she left the office, contract signed the curvy blonde made her way towards the exit. Her best friend Jennette would have seen her on the screen and was going to be excited. There was a reason she told her to watch it from the hotel when they got here. She wanted her to know that she was making her debut that night. On her way down the halls she shook hands and waved at as many people as she could. But before she could make it past the main locker room area Charlotte came running at her from behind and shoved Clara to the ground.<br/><br/>Hard kicks landed on her back and side, “You stupid bitch! You cost me my match.” Roadies and retired wrestlers, as well as active ones, began running over, but Flair had grabbed a handful of her hair and started yanking. Her fist connecting with the side of her head a couple times.<br/><br/>“Get. Off. Me!” Lifting her core she tossed the Queen off her back and caught her nose with an elbow. Eventually, Arn Anderson managed to pry Charlotte off of Clara, kicking and screaming, but she was off her. Nia had heard the commotion and came out.<br/><br/>“Hey! Hey!” Her arms wrapped around the scrabbling blonde, who was still trying to claw her way back over to Charlottes face. “Save it for the ring. Trust me, it’s best that way.” More than a small crowd surrounded them now. Welts on both girls cheeks and bruises were surely forming on Claras side from the hard boots to her body. This was not the way she planned her first night.