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Keeper

Chapter 2

Monday came around before I knew it. The whole going on the road thing didn't quite feel real until I found myself getting off of the plane in the Atlanta airport. I nervously got into my rental and drove directly to the hotel I was supposed to stay in tonight. I must have tried on three different outfits before settling on a little black dress. Upon looking in the mirror, I realized it might be a little too sexy. It was a little short but it gave me some nice cleavage. So I threw on a blazer for extra coverage and stiletto ankle booties before heading out. I made a quick coffee stop and hurried to the arena to meet Hunter.

I walked a little aimlessly through the halls. I knew what room number I was supposed to go to but I couldn't quite find it. I was a smart girl but my sense of direction wasn't exactly in tune these days. I was running the risk of being late so I decided to bite the bullet and ask for directions.

"Hey, you- with the yellow shirt!" I called out. He turned around. I immediately recognized him as CM Punk. He already looked peeved by my approaching him.

"What do you need?" he snapped.

"I need some help finding something…"

"Oh sorry, I think you're out of luck! Wrestling is here tonight, the Barbie convention was last Monday!" he said with an arrogant shrug.

"Oh fuck off. Like tattoos and a shitty attitude makes you cool. I just need to see the GM and COO…," I spat.

"I didn't know we were in need of bimbos. Good thing you're here to save us!" he mocked.

"You think you are so smart because you figured out how to talk into a fucking microphone? I graduated from Yale." His facial expression changed into a small grin.

"Touché. I'm Phil," he said extending his hand.

"I don't care," I hissed.

"Ouch, still feisty huh?" he teased.

"You're damn right…" I said as I started to walk away.

"I didn't get your name!" he shouted.

"I didn't give it but I have a feeling I'll be seeing you around…" I said cryptically as I turned away from him and headed down the hall.

It turned out that I was heading in the correct direction. I stumbled across Hunters office for the night. I knocked softly on the door.

"Come on in!" he yelled. I entered the room anxiously.

"Hey Trips!" I beamed.

"Hey Kenz, you excited to learn about what you are doing?" he asked giving me a big hug.

"Absolutely. I'm ready to get down to business!"

"Alright. So, first things first, I'm going to show you your office."

I followed him back into the hall. We walked down the hall a ways before we stopped in front of a door. We entered the room.

"So this is your office for the night. Usually, there will be a sign that says 'Commissioner' on it. Obviously the talent and Laurinitis don't know you are the Commissioner yet so we didn't want to spoil it. Vince wants to make a production about it tonight live."

"No surprise there!" I joked.

"I know right. We aren't going to say anything or acknowledge the connection between you and the McMahon family as you requested. Even the board is in the dark about that. We'll see how long that stays under wraps and deal with it once it gets out."

"I'm glad we've managed to keep it under wraps this far. I want everybody to take me seriously. I know they wont if they think I got this job because I was raised by the boss," I said softly.

"That's pretty admirable, Kid," he said giving my shoulder a squeeze. "Now as far as being an authority figure, you are the boss of the talent on the show. Make sure you act like it. Use that firecracker spunk of your to your advantage. You and Laurinitis will be doing all the booking. As commissioner, you get to override and veto any decisions he makes as a supervisor would. Punishments on talents are at your discretion. Just be careful, if you go too nuts you'll answer to the board," Hunter warned.

"Okay, I'll be careful. Are there rules about talent relations?"

"Well you can be friends with the talent and even date talent as long as you aren't giving them excessive preference. I wouldn't be too worried though because I doubt Vince would let them fire you for it."

"Alright then."

"If you have any questions I'm around most shows. Just give me a call, text, email, whatever you feel like. I'll help you out whenever you need it. You'll also notice that your office is and always will be really close to the curtain area. It makes you really accessible to the talent but always is for your convenience. You'll have to dart out there quite often, I'm sure," he said with a chuckle.

"Okay, I guess I've got it down. Thanks for getting me all set here, Trips," I said thankfully.

"No problem, Kenz," he said messing up my hair with his hand. "Good luck. I'll talk to you later."

"Bye!"

I sat down at the desk in the room. Also in the room was a monitor on which the show would be played once it started. I pulled my laptop out of my bag and pulled up last week's Raw. I pulled out a notepad and did what I did for numerous hours over the past few days, take notes. I was usually so busy with the corporate side of things at work that I didn't always catch the show. I wanted to make sure I was up to date on current occurrences and getting an idea about the wrestlers themselves. I couldn't be a very good Commissioner if I didn't know the product.

The show began with a simple one on one between Kofi Kingston and Tensi. I sat back watching intently when a knock sounded on the door.

"You may enter!" I yelled from my desk. In walked Vince himself.

"You look mighty official at that desk, Boots!" he boomed proudly.

"Poppa! Don't call me that at work! People will hear you!" I said in almost a whisper. He just laughed.

"Its like that day I dropped you off at that boarding school all over again!" he mused.

"Except I don't have any zits today!" I joked.

"I thought it was adorable."

"You would!"

"So I don't mean to crash your first night, but I want to unveil you as the new Commissioner soon."

"When are you thinking?"

"Probably any minute now. I want to ambush Laurinitis….you know Johnny can't help but show up to speak within the first half hour of a program. I'll know when the moment is right!" he said with his trademark growl of a voice.

"Well have a seat and we'll sit tight until the right moment gets here."

After Tensai won his match, CM Punk came out, making a grand, cocky entrance. He began running his mouth about the injustice of him not holding the title any longer. Big Show and Alberto Del Rio both came out as well. The trio bickered and bickered until Laurinitis made his inevitable entrance, standing on the stage.

"The time is here!" Vince said with excitement in his voice. I slid off my blazer and rose to my feet to follow him to the curtain. "Wait here. I'll call you out." I nodded and did as I was told.

"As General manager, I think a match is in order I think….perhaps a handicap match…" Laurinitis mused. Suddenly, Vince's music hit and the crowd began going wild.

"Hold up there, John! Don't go making rash decisions just yet…" he warned.

"Mr. McMahon! I wasn't expecting you here tonight!" John said nervously.

"Well I just had to show up because your behavior as of late has been mediocre at best. The board isn't very happy with you…and frankly, neither am I."

"Please don't fire me again. I can make this up to you!" he pleaded.

"Lucky for you, they don't want to fire you…yet. Instead they have hired a little help. They have decided that you needed a boss here, somebody to keep you in line so you can be kept honest and make more sound decisions. That person is the new Commissioner."

"Commissioner? That hasn't been a position in years!" He argued.

"Times change."

"Well who is it?"

"To the fans, it's a brand new face. But I think the two of you have met at corporate. I'm not sure… I'll tell you what! I'll bring her out now and we'll see! I now present to you the new Commissioner, Ms. Kennedy Steele!"

I put a sultry smirk on my face and sashayed out onto the stage, microphone in hand. I shook Vince's hand to be professional and shook Laurinitis' as well. John shot me a distain filled glare.

"Looks like we'll be working together, Johnny," I said with a smile. He shook his head.

"Vince, you've got to be kidding me! She's a baby!" John spat angrily.

"How dare you! Ms. Steele is-" Vince began to growl. I put a hand out to stop him.

"I can handle this one," I said calmly before turning to John. "Look, I may be 26 years old but I'm more than capable of doing this job. I've already been working for the company for six years. I've worked my way up the corporate ladder. Just because you are a old man doesn't mean you are better at this job. If you were as good as you think you are at this, I wouldn't even be here! Face it, without me you're going to be in the unemployment line," I said speaking with arrogance in my voice. Vince chuckled.

"She's a fire cracker isn't she? You guys are going to have fun. Ms. Steele, why don't you help John here formulate a main event. I believe he was trying to make a handicap match with these gentleman…." he said motioning to Del Rio, Punk, and Big Show who were waiting patiently down in the ring.

"Ah yes….so for my first official decision, I'm making a match. Screw the whole handicap match thing. You were just going to screw over Sour puss over there," I said referring to Punk who just shook his head with a look of scorn.

"That is just not true!" John spat. I shot him a look.

"Doesn't matter, it's not happening! I do however want the Big Show and Del Rio to team up tonight. Instead of going against CM Punk, they'll be going up against CM Punk and his partner, that strapping young man, Ryback!" The crowd cheered at my appointment. I smiled and moved the microphone to my side. "That's how it's done," I whispered to John. His jaw tightened in anger and he turned to leave.

Once I was back into my office, I burst out in laughter. I was completely invigorated by being out in front of such a huge crowd. Only time would tell if I actually liked this job but so far it was a little fun. Maybe I had to give Vince more credit. Perhaps he knew what I didn't…that I could actually be good at this.

I sat at my desk and put my feet up on it to watch the show. A few minutes later, a knock occurred on my door.

"Come in!" I yelled. In walked Laurinitis with poor Teddy Long in tow. I still couldn't believe Teddy was reduced to being that man's assistant. He treated him like absolute garbage.

"Welcome! Why don't you have a seat?" I said gesturing to the other chairs on the other side of the desk.

"I think we'll stand."

"Suit yourself, John." I looked to Mr. Long. "Teddy, if you'd like to sit you may."

"That's okay," he said softly. "It's nice to meet you by the way."

"Likewise. What do you think about that tag team match I made for tonight?' I said teasing him for his love of tag team matches.

"I loved it playa!"

"Shut it, Teddy!" John barked. "This isn't a social call!"

"Well what are you here to discuss exactly?" I asked curiously.

"I'm here to warn you. I don't know what your game is, but I'm not going to just lay down while you try to rip my show out from under me!"

"I'll have you know that they hunted me down for this position. I didn't ask for it but I'm not going anywhere either, sweetheart. I'm here as long as the board wants me to be here. I may be young but I know what I'm doing. I'm here to stay so you better get your act together. Otherwise, I will reverse and override every decision you make, as I see fit."

"You can't do that!"

"Yeah, I can. I'm your boss. I can make your life hell. So maybe you should think of that next time you barge into my office to 'warn' me!" I spat. His eyes narrowed and that jaw of his stiffened again. He began to walk towards the door.

"This isn't over!" He growled before exiting with Teddy hurrying after him.

I couldn't help but smile. This really was going to be fun! I immediately began thinking about next week's show. The possibilities were endless!

Thanks for taking the time to read my newest story! I hope you enjoyed it and will keep reading to see what shenanigans Kennedy gets into on the road!