~Freya~
"Are you ready to go Freya?" My cousin's husband asked. Paul Levesque is my cousin Stephanie McMahon's husband making me Vincent Kennedy McMahon's niece. And let me tell you it isn't all it's cracked up to be. The McMahon's are mostly a bunch of greedy, self-centered pompous gits. But no one ever said you had to get on with your family. Now don't get me wrong I loved them dearly, but I wasn't like them or at least I tried not to be like them. Occasionally the McMahon family trait would peek through. And if you were on the receiving end it wouldn't be a happy ending. Nobody crosses a McMahon without facing the consequences. But no one could say I looked like them. For work sure I would dress appropriately in a pants suit, but that's where it ended. My lip was pierced something Uncle Vinnie didn't like, my hair though a naturally lustrous chocolate brown was streaked through with a brilliant red. I wanted to be completely unbiased, I wanted to be just like Switzerland and have no sides just run the place with a fair and strict hand. Something else he didn't like. But Steph and Paul had convinced Uncle Vinnie none the less that I was ready for the job. The job as new General Manager of Raw. And I would be taking over tonight.
"Yes Paul, how many more times are you going to ask me?" he had been asking since the start of the Elimination Chamber pay per view.
"Yeah well this needs to run smoothly, so I just need to make sure you're ready." I rolled my eyes; it was all I could do to stop from screaming at him. Out in the arena Laurinaitis was running his mouth, well can a guy run his mouth but stumble over every other word? Either way he was in the ring spouting off about how he should be the GM of both Raw and Smackdown and had somehow convinced the board of directors that Teddy Long should be under the same scrutiny that he was. Alberto, William (Christian), his lap dog David Otunga and Mark Henry were all in the ring kissing ass like the brown nose's they are. I bet they'd even kiss Uncle Vinnie's ass if he asked them. But I digress. It was time I made my own debut. As I walked down to gorilla I passed James. He was my best and only friend here. I had pushed to have him brought up from FCW. He was The Prodigy James Robinson and I knew that if anything went down in the ring. And let's face it with all those egos in the ring, they weren't going to be happy that some girl was coming along and stealing their buddies job. So James was my back-up along with Paul. James smiled at me encouragingly and gave me the thumbs. I smiled back and strolled out mic in hand.
"I think gentleman I'm going to have to stop you there." They all looked up the ramp at me the crowd had gone quiet at my arrival.
"I'm sorry young lady, but I think you're in the wrong place."
"Oh I don't think so John. I am exactly where I'm supposed to be. And as for taking control over Smackdown and Raw it ain't happening."
"Is that so senorita?" I rolled my eyes Alberto was such a sleaze.
"Yes it is so, as I'm here to inform you and I take great pleasure in saying this…" John cut across me.
"I'm sorry, but who exactly are you?" Oh for god sake I wanted to say it already! I walked down the ramp stepping into the ring ignoring the fact that David and Alberto had stepped on the ropes for me to come through.
"I'm Freya McMahon." He hadn't liked that one bit, hell I don't think any of them did. The McMahon name scaring grown men for over 30 years. "That's Right McMahon. I'm here to tell you John that you have been relieved of your duties. In other words …YOU'RE FIRED!" The crowd chorused my words leaving me smiling widely.
"What, but you can't. I'm the…"
"Blah, blah, blah! Change the record and get a speech therapist. New GM starts tomorrow and Alberto you'll be fighting. I don't expect to see your face tomorrow John."
"What you're the replacement?" I had found myself surrounded by them now currently the only ones trying to intimidate me where John and David. Let's hoped it stayed that way.
"Indeed I am. I'm a fresh new face; ready to run Raw how I see fit which will be the way a show should be run. Without bias opinions and cheating scheming arrogance." I replied getting in Johns face.
"This is ridiculous!" he shouted I just smiled and went to leave, but no one would move to let me pass. Idiots! I didn't know if they would try anything as they weren't given the chance as James ran down to the ring. He didn't have to do anything they didn't want to get their suits dirty. They moved and let me pass James holding the ropes open for me to step out, then offering me his arm as we walked backstage leaving John and his cheer leaders cursing.
"I guess that wasn't so bad. Thanks James." I smiled as we walked backstage.
"You're welcome Freya. I couldn't let my best friend be attacked by those slobbering dogs." I smiled hugging him, I was glad to be working here now as I would get to see James more often. I left James shortly after heading back to the offices. As I turned the corner to my office I was greeted by two managers Vickie Guererro and Cassandra Korklan. I knew exactly why they were here. If they made friends with me I was more likely to give there stars more opportunities. Or so they thought.