We Made You
by Jerichohawlic.
Summary:
Being an assistant to Vincent Kennedy McMahon is the best job you can dream of that doesn't involve being in the squared circle. You meet the talent and get to learn the ropes of the business. Follow Gia Mortenson, the fresh-faced assistant that will do whatever for the Boss: even when it comes to dealing with the Legacy that thinks they're better than everyone else.
Rating: Mature for sexual scenes, language and violence.
Note: italics are Gia's diary entries.

[Enjoy!]


"Your two o'clock appointment is here, Mr. McMahon."
"Very well, Ms. Mortenson, send him in. Thank you," the elder man said.
"Just doing my job," Gia Mortenson smiled as she walked back down the hardwood hallway, her two hundred dollar Jimmy Choos making the only noise in the office room.
A tall pasty white loud-mouth was standing in the waiting area, wearing a pair of black slacks and a gray t-shirt. It was interesting to Gia how he was dressed casually from the waist up.
"He'll see you now, Mr. Anderson."
"Kennedy."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Gia said, glancing at him with a grin. "Just down the hall."

She had been working at the corporate offices of the WWE for the last two months and now she was finally feeling at home. When she sat down at her desk, she typed a few things and then kicked her shoes off. They were bitches to walk in but Vince made sure that everyone in the office looked their best. So, two hundred dollar shoes, a seven hundred and sixty two dollar skirt and a twelve hundred satin shirt imported from China were all just things that were needed for the job. A bit ridiculous, but Gia loved her job – and would do anything to keep climbing up the ladder.

Gia's ember eyes glanced up at the sight of movement through the double glass doors. A tall, dark and handsome man that had tattoos wrapped around his neck walked closer and closer to the office. He had a cocky smirk on his lips when he caught Gia staring. For the last month he had been meeting with Vince weekly to go over ratings and the next leg of the storyline they were playing on Monday Night Raw.

She spun around, her back to the door when he pushed through and stopped in front of her desk.

"Mm, Randy Orton for Vince McMahon," he said in a condescending tone that showed what he thought of her.

"He's in a meeting with Ken Anderson."

"Kennedy." Randy sneered, his hands going into the back pockets of his dark denim jeans. Gia must admit that he got better and better looking after every week. What drew her in was all of those tattoos. Right now he was wearing a long sleeve dress shirt that was a rich burgundy color; so she didn't get to see his sleeves. Those made her melt. Skulls weren't her thing but on Randy, they just seemed to work.

She turned in her chair slowly and glanced up at him. "So you'll have to wait."

"I'm Randy Orton," he threw up his hands in the air. "I never wait," he stated. "Gia, isn't it? You need to keep your job I'm sure to keep your tight body in all of those designer rags – so why don't you get up," he bent down and grabbed something before pulling back to his full height.

"Shove your feet back into these," he said, dropping the shoes on the oak surface. "And then get back there and tell Vince that Randy Orton is here to see him."

"Why don't you," Gia said, standing up, "… take this shoe and shove it right up your as-"

"Well, well, Kennedy, we're going to welcome you back to Raw with open arms, I just hope you don't disappoint me," Vince's voice boomed from the back of the hallway.

"Thanks, Vince. You're a great guy. I'll see you on Monday!" Kennedy said as he walked back to the welcome area.

Gia cleared her throat. "Vince will see you now, Randy."

Randy hit the shoe out of her hand and walked back to the office.

Kennedy watched this go down and he chuckled. "I am guessing that he told you what to do and you refused?" he asked.

Gia nodded. "Why do you say that?" she asked.

"Because, that's how Randy acts." He cleared his throat. "But you might wanna watch yourself. You got that job because the last assistant told Randy that he could shove a stapler, opened up, up his ass and then bounce around."

Kennedy chuckled at the mental image. "So, your job is to take whatever the talent throws your way. Without saying anything back," he reached over and grabbed a handful of M&M's from the crystal bowl on the top of the desk. "But anyways, I'm Ken."

"Gia," she smiled, shaking his hand. "…It's really nice to meet someone that isn't all ready to yell at me after a few minutes," she laughed.

"The heels feel like they have to play their characters off air as well as on. John Cena's a good guy, you'll like him. Jamie Noble's a good guy as well. Just, word of advice," Ken leaned over the office desk, leaning in to whisper the next line.

"Look out for the Legacy. Cody, Ted and Randy," he said, pointing at the hallway that Orton had disappeared through. "They're out to get whoever they can and also – they'll use you just to get themselves further in this company." Ken warned.

"Wow," Gia shuddered. "Thanks, Ken."

"No problem. I'm a good guy too," he smirked, leaning back to his full height. "I guess I'll see you around, Vince said you're going to tag along for Monday Night Raw this week," he winked at her and spun on heel to leave the office.

Note to self, stay away from Randy Orton. And maybe stay away from Cody and Ted. [ ask Vince what I should wear/pack/plan for Monday Night Raw this week ]

Gia sighed and looked at her daybook.
2:00 PM - Vince meeting with Ken Anderson
2:50 PM – Vince meeting with Randy Orton
4:00 PM – Dinner with Linda
6:00 PM – Aurora's ballet recital, (Meet Stephanie and Hunter at the front doors to be taken to seats)
8:30 PM – Work Out
10:25 PM – Vince meeting with Vickie Guerrero on progress of SmackDown
12:00 AM – Sleep
5:35 AM – Wakeup.
7:29 AM – Starbucks run for Vince, Steph and Shane
9:00 AM – Vince meeting with Stephanie, Shane, Hunter and Dave Batista
11:30 AM - Fly out to Baltimore for Monday Night Raw.
1:00 PM: Lunch
7:00 PM – Dark match Santina vs. Kelly Kelly
9:00 PM – Monday Night Raw goes on air.

Sighing, Gia looked at the hallway and saw Randy glaring at her. He looked like a viper, she felt shivers up her spine before they were washed away as Vince walked to his side. He shook his hand and Randy turned to leave. When Vince left the hallway and stepped into his office.

"What were you going to say about that shoe, Princess?"

"Shove it back onto my foot for me," Gia covered, giving him a sarcastic smile.

Randy bent down and grabbed her foot roughly before putting the sandal onto her foot. He glared at her pedicure and rolled his eyes.

"My ex-wife used to spend fifty bucks every two weeks to get her toes done like that," he spat. "Waste of money."

Gia snatched her foot back and glared at him. "She's a smart woman," she countered. She never even met Samantha.

Randy snorted, rolling his eyes. "Next time I come in here, be a bit more cordial."

"You're one to talk."

"Gia!" Vince called from the hallway.

"Yes, Mr. McMahon?" she asked, seeing Randy smirking gleefully out of her peripheral vision.

"Bring an outfit that you're willing to go on air with. You're Randy's escort down to the ring. We'll introduce you as Hunter's sister and then you'll be welcome into the company. You'll be on Randy's side and it'll be the typical, "Sister x Brother's rival."

Randy gasped. "WHAT?" he asked quickly. "No, no, no!"

"Really, Vince, I can't be on air!"

"With that!" Randy threw in.

"Get used to it. We fly out tomorrow morning." Vince smirked, leaving them alone.

"At least look sexy when I take you out there," Randy sneered.
"Get rid of your "I'm better than everyone" attitude or I'll shove my shoe up your ass."

"Whatever," Randy left.

"What am I going to do?" Gia asked, leaning back into her chair. "Kill me now."