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It was my first week in the WWE and I was already hated. I wasn't sure why, but everyone had already given me a bad reputation. Even people on the Raw roster, who didn't even come close to knowing me, hated me. I didn't fit in with the Divas, so I was mostly friends with the Male Superstars. The first person I met was Adam Copeland; also known by his ring name, Edge. We clicked instantly and now we travel everywhere together. I don't like him or anything; it's nowhere close to that. We just have so much in common, it's like he's my older brother. But apparently hanging with the guys instead of being with the girls makes me a slut. So around the locker room, I'm known as Brinlee "The Slut" Johnson. Yeah, I'm The Rock's daughter. We don't have much to do with each other after he left my mother and me when I was younger. But he still got me into the business that I loved. No matter what people thought of me, I wasn't going anywhere. I didn't need friends to make it far in this business, and I didn't need friends to earn the fans' support. I could get that on my own.

Tonight was my debut. My match was again Michelle McCool. I was sitting in Adam's locker room floor, stretching, when his best friend, Jason, walked in.

"Hey, Jay." I said, smiling up at him.

"Hey, where's Adam?" He replied.

"I'm not sure; he left a few minutes ago. Try catering, I guess."

"Oh, alright, thanks."

He turned around and left the room. He and I weren't very close, but I was trying to form a friendship with him. I wasn't sure if he didn't like me or what, but he was kind of cold towards me a lot of the time. I lay down on the floor and crossed my arms over my chest as I stared up at the wall. The door swung open and I sat up, startled.

"My God, Adam; you scared the shit out of me!" I yelled throwing a pillow from the couch at him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you'd be lying in my floor." He replied, chuckling.

"Well I was stretching and I just started thinking."

"About what?" He asked as he sat down on the floor beside me.

"Why doesn't Jason like me?" I asked.

"He hasn't even known you for a week. Just give him time and he'll warm up to you. I guess he's just not used to have three people travelling around all the time. Maybe he's jealous."

"Why would he be jealous?" I scoffed.

"Because you're prettier than he is."

I giggled, "He's pretty attractive, I don't think I could compare to him."

"Does someone like Mr. Reso?"

"I don't know him, Adam. And I wouldn't like him even if I did. Isn't he married?"

"Yeah he is. But that doesn't mean you can't have a secret crush on him."

"Well I don't. Crushes are for twelve year old girls. I'm twenty-three, thanks."

He rolled his eyes and punched me playfully on the arm.

"Oh yeah, Vince wants to see you in his office. I ran into Stephanie when I was coming back here." Adam told me.

"Alright, and Jason was looking for you." I replied standing up and walking towards the door. I turned around to look back at Adam, and he was already plopped on the couch with the TV remote in his hand flipping through the channels. I smiled and shook my head. Boys these days, I'd never understand them.

As I was making my way towards Vince's office, Layla and Michelle walked up to me.

"Don't think that because you're new here, everyone's going to like you. Newsflash, no one likes you." Michelle said as Layla snickered.

"I don't need people to like me to get far in this business. I don't need someone stuck up my ass twenty four seven for me to even tie my shoes, unlike you two. Now if you don't mind, I need to go meet with Vince. Have a nice day." I replied walking away. I turned back around, "Oh, and by the way, good luck tonight, Michelle. I really think you're going to need it." I flashed a grin at her, and if it was possible, smoke would have been coming out of her ears because of how pissed off she was. She and Layla stomped away.

I made it to Vince's office without anymore interferences and knocked on his door.

"Come in." I heard from the other side. I walked in and he smiled up at me. He put the papers he was looking at down, and took his glasses off. "It's nice to see you Miss Johnson. How has your first few days been so far?"

"They've been great." I replied putting on a fake smile. Maybe he wouldn't notice just how fake it was.

"That's good. I called you in here to run something by you. The creative team wants to put you in a storyline. You're going to manage Adam and Jason. You're friends with Adam, right?"

"Yes, sir, and that sounds amazing. I'd love to work with Adam. And Jason, of course."

"Great. Your storyline starts tonight, actually. You'll interfere in their tag team match, which is the main event, so you'll have time to get ready after your match, since your match is second."

"What exactly am I going to do when I interfere?" I asked.

"You're just going to find a way to distract the referee tonight. I don't care how you do it, you choose, just not too inappropriately." He chuckled and I cracked a smile.

"Don't worry, Mr. McMahon, I'll come up with something good."

"Amazing!" He exclaimed. "Well, that's all I needed to talk to you about. You're free to go. A stagehand will come to Adam's locker room to let you know when your match is. Both of your outfits will be delivered to you soon. Good luck tonight."

"Thank you." I smiled at him and shook his hand before walking back to Adam's locker room.