Thorn In Your Side Chapter 1, a wrestling fanfic

I know I've started a CM Punk story before but it drifted into a John Cena story. I started this partly because VipersLadyRKO told me to and partly because I felt like writing an actual CM Punk story. I hope you all enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC and idea. All others belong to their rightful owners which include the WWE and all its superstars. Also, this will contain spoilers for the December 26, 2011 Monday Night Raw

Thorn In Your Side

The WWE has been spiraling downwards for a little while and Mr. McMahon has finally had enough. That's where I come in to play. What a lot of people don't know, unless they know where to look, is that my uncle is John Laurinaitis. Now, I'm not proud to be related to him but it does have its perks. Like getting invited to the WWE parties and being Mr. McMahon's savior, so to speak. My uncle need help and it was obvious that no one was going to try to stop him from ruining this business. Mr. McMahon told me that I would be making an appearance on Monday Night Raw a few weeks after he was made the interim Raw General Manager to let John Laurinaitis know that he should tread lightly or else he would suffer the consequences. I had only expected a cameo backstage but Mr. McMahon ended up turning it into a big show of sorts. I landed in Chicago after a flight from Tampa and I was greeted by one of Mr. McMahon's stage hands, leading me to the arena that Raw was being held in that night. By the time we got to the arena, it was seven o'clock and the arena was starting to fill up with fans. The stage hand led me to Mr. McMahon's mock office and I knocked before I heard a voice on the other side of the door. I opened the door and smiled when I saw Mr. McMahon but frowned when I saw my uncle.

"Hello, Brittany."

"Mr. McMahon, so nice to see you again." I looked at my uncle and sat down in the chair, crossing my legs at the ankle before turning my attention back to Mr. McMahon.

"It's very nice to see you too, Brittany. You know why you're here."

"I do."

"John, are you aware of why I called your niece in?"

"No. Why did you call her in?"

"I wanted her to make sure that you made the right decisions when it came to Monday Night Raw."

"Right decisions? What are you talking about Vince?" Mr. McMahon cleared his throat and I decided to amuse myself on my cell phone, texting a friend who just so happened to be a superstar on the roster. I met him at one of the parties Mr. McMahon had invited me to a few months back.

"It seems as if the WWE universe is not responding well to you and frankly, I don't approve of what you're doing either so I brought your niece in to be your adviser. She will make sure you make the right decisions when it comes to the roster and its championships." My uncle sighed and I just rolled my eyes.

"Do I have a choice?"

"No."

"Then it will be great. What do you think, Brittany?"

"The excitement is written all over my face. Can't you see it?" Mr. McMahon cleared his throat and I tucked my phone away to turn my attention to him.

"Alright. Brittany, all I need for you is to sign this to make everything official and then you could get acquainted with the Raw roster." I smiled, grabbed the pen off Mr. McMahon's desk and signed the contract he presented to me. "Thank you, Brittany. I wish you the best of luck."

"I think I'm going to need it. We'll keep in touch, Vince." He nodded and I looked at my uncle one last time before leaving Mr. McMahon's office.

"Brittany, wait!" I groaned and turned around to see my uncle with a stupid looking mile on his face. "It looks like we're going to work together. What do you think of that?"

"I don't like it, Uncle L."

"How come?"

"I don't like you." My uncle laughed and tried to pull me in for a hug but I stood my ground. "It's funny how you think I'm kidding."

"Your mother won't like to hear about this, Brittany."

"What is your point? I'm twenty-five, have a well-paying job and take care of myself. She can't tell me to get along with you just because we work together. I'll see you later tonight." Before my uncle could say anything, I took off down the hall to find catering so I could get something to eat. I found catering and decided to grab myself a salad before sitting down at a table by myself. Before I could dig in, my phone rang and I groaned. If it was my uncle, I was going to say some very unsavory things. "Hello?"

"Hey there, BJ."

"PJ! How are you?"

"I'm great. I just learned that Laurinaitis has a new adviser to keep him in check. Man, I hate that guy. What are you up to?"

"Eating a salad in catering."

"Catering? You mean to tell me that you're in the arena?"

"Yup. Want to join me?"

"You bet. I'll be there in a few minutes."

"See you then." I hung up my phone and finally started to eat my salad. I watched a few of the superstars walk past me and I had to admit that I was going to have trouble controlling my urges around all these gorgeous men.

"BJ?" I turned around saw Phil Brooks standing in the doorway, looking for me. I put my fork down and got out of my seat to greet him. Phil ran up to me and threw his arms around me in a hug, spinning me around in the process. "I've missed you. Three months is way too long for us to be apart. I'm gonna grab a Gatorade. I'll be back in a second." I nodded and sat down in my chair to continue eating my salad. "So, BJ, what have you been up to?" I swallowed the food in my mouth and answered Phil.

"Just designing and managing. Same old, same old."

"You sure stay busy at that magazine office."

"It's what I went to college for, Phil. I'm really glad your champion. I just hate the fact that my uncle is trying to screw you out of the title though."

"That's how the business goes, BJ. I can't keep it forever."

"Unfortunately. I will tell you this, though."

"What?"

"I will not make my uncle's job easy, that's for damn sure."

-FIN-

That's it for this chapter. Reviews are greatly appreciated. Next one will be out soon. : )