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Chapter Fourteen

Monday, March 4, 2013
WWE Monday Night RAW
First Niagara Center – Buffalo, New York

Meeting. Vince's office. Now.

Hannah could have let out a scream right in the middle of catering when she read Stephanie's text. Between preparing for that night's "Old School" episode of RAW and handling all her day-to-day duties as Director of Talent Relations, she'd barely had a second to herself all day. All she wanted was to sit down for five minutes and have something—anything—to eat, but it would have to wait. Vince McMahon came first.

Her stomach growled in protest as she trudged out of catering. What the hell were they having a meeting for, anyway? The show was live in less than two hours. But when she entered Vince's office and saw Brad sitting across from her father and Stephanie, she realized exactly what it was all about.

"Hannah!" Vince proclaimed as she walked in. "Just who I wanted to see. Come have a seat."

Hannah sent her sister a stiff smile as she sat down next to Maddox. "Let me guess," she said as she settled in. "Brad and I are getting our RAW wedding?"

"Well, first things first," Stephanie diplomatically started. "There's been a last-minute change to tonight's script. Dolph and AJ are going to challenge you and Brad to an inter-gender tag team match next week."

Hannah felt a headache coming on. She'd known this would happen; Stephanie always had to have the last laugh, especially when she was involved. "Well at least you're letting me know about it this time," she said.

Stephanie pursed her lips, but chose not to comment.

"Is there a stipulation?" Brad interjected. He was clearly excited—it'd been a while since he'd wrestled a match on RAW.

"I'm glad you asked, Brad," Vince boomed. "Indeed there is a stipulation. If Dolph and AJ win, you'll lose your job as Assistant to the Managing Supervisor of RAW. But, if you and Hannah win, Hannah becomes General Manager."

"I'm sorry what?" Hannah was suddenly fully alert. There was no way she'd heard that correctly; she was hungry and sleep deprived, her senses were all out of sorts. He must have said something else. "Hannah will what?" she repeated. But by the way her father was grinning, she'd heard him crystal clear.

"I'm sick of having a 'Managing Supervisor,'" he explained. "I want a GM, and you're the only person I want for the job."

Stephanie glanced to the ceiling in annoyance when he said that, but Hannah paid her no mind. She was too busy internally screaming. "But what about Vickie?" she returned. "What about Brad? Will he become my assistant?"

"Yeah, what about Brad?" Brad echoed. Vince let out a sigh.

"Vickie's done a great job, but her shtick is getting old. And yes, Brad will become your assistant; that's actually the second matter we need to discuss." He glanced to Stephanie. She picked up right where he left off.

"Once you become GM and Brad becomes your assistant, you'll start treating him like crap—which will give him incentive to turn on you. So, behind your back, he'll make a deal with Vince to leave you at the altar in exchange for a wrestling contract."

"Yes!" Brad excitedly pumped his fist in the air; but when he saw how everyone was looking at him he composed himself. "I mean, oh no how horrible," he backtracked. Hannah rolled her eyes.

"However," Stephanie pointedly continued, "as is usually the case, there's a catch. Before you can leave Hannah at the altar, she'll reveal that she knows about the deal you cut with Vince. Then the Shield will crash the wedding, beat you up, and that's the end of that."

"But Hannah will still be the GM of RAW," Vince clarified.

"And what will I be doing?" Brad asked. Unfortunately, though, Stephanie didn't really have an answer for him.

"You'll most likely continue to work with Hannah in some capacity. We haven't really hashed out all the details yet."

"To be clear, this isn't happening until after WrestleMania," Vince added. "But I wanted both of you to be aware of what's coming down the pike. And in the meantime, Hannah, you should head back to Tampa this week. You impressed a lot of people last Monday, but I'd really like for you to get some more training. Maybe Dean Ambrose could help you."

Hannah's heart flew into her throat. The expression on her father's face was completely unreadable. Was he being serious? "Sure," she forced. It was all she could get out.

"All right, well you two should probably get ready for tonight," Stephanie said. "Here're your scripts; AJ and Dolph will challenge you to the match in a backstage segment. And please—don't improvise."

Hannah pursed her lips as she took the script from Stephanie. If there was anyone she should lecture about improvising, it was AJ.

Phil Brooks wasn't happy.

Part of him wanted to pack up his stuff, storm out of the arena, and catch the first flight back home to Chicago. He still had a match to wrestle, but screw it—he couldn't care less about it. He absolutely could not care less about defeating three other guys for the right to face the Undertaker at WrestleMania. He didn't want 'Taker—he wanted the Rock. He wanted the WWE Championship. He wanted the main event.

He turned up the music in his headphones louder. The last few weeks had felt like the summer of 2011 all over again. He was unsatisfied and overworked. He hadn't looked forward to a Monday night since he'd dropped the title. He was just going through the motions to collect a paycheck, and he was reaching the point where even that didn't matter anymore. He didn't want money from a company that constantly took him for granted.

He walked through the halls backstage, ignoring everything and everyone. He'd just spend the rest of the show in his dressing room, wrestle his match, and leave—but a backstage monitor caught his eye. Actually, Hannah caught his eye. Phil cut off his music. She was with Brad Maddox somewhere backstage, and April, Dolph, and Big E were with them.

"Aw, see, Brad! It looks like AJ's little boyfriend lost his match too." Hannah sent April an exaggerated pout; she patted Dolph on his shoulder. "It's okay, guys, keep your heads up. There's always next week."

"Last Monday was a fluke!" April shot—but Dolph quickly intervened.

"You really shouldn't be throwing stones, Hannah," he reasoned. "If I remember correctly, your fiancé hasn't won a single match in WWE. And like AJ said: last week was a fluke. If she got a rematch I guarantee that Brad here would be unemployed."

"Oh really?" Brad returned. "You want to put your money where your mouth is?"

"What?" Hannah's eyes went wide. "No," she frantically shook her head. "Don't listen to him, he's still loopy from that F-5."

"Actually," April interjected with a smirk, "I think that sounds like a great idea, Brad! But how about we up the ante? Next week on RAW, make it Hannah and you against Dolph and me in an inter-gender tag team match."

The stadium rumbled with cheers—but Dolph and April weren't quite done yet. "I think you're onto something, babe," Dolph grinned. "But we need to sweeten the pot. Seeing as how all four of us are in this match, I think if you and I win both of them should be fired."

"What?" Hannah let out a burst of laughter. "Nice try, Ziggles, but you don't have the authority to make that match."

"No, he doesn't," Brad agreed. "But technically I do."

Hannah froze. "What?"

"We accept your challenge," Brad went on, "and I'll up the ante further. If we win, not only do we keep our jobs—but Hannah becomes General Manager of RAW."

The fans erupted. Hannah's jaw dropped. And Phil couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"You've got yourself a deal," Dolph agreed, and they shook on it. "Enjoy your last week," he smirked, and he, April, and Big E went on their merry way.

Hannah smacked Brad upside his head. "Are you an idiot?"

"Ow! Just trust me, okay? It'll all work out."

Hannah couldn't even formulate a response. She shook her head in disdain and mumbled something under her breath as the shot cut away to the ring where Michael Cole launched into an excited discussion of the newly created match, but Phil didn't hear anything he said. There was no doubt in his mind that, come next week, Brad and Hannah would go over—and that meant Hannah was going to be General Manager of RAW.

He turned his music back on. April was going to give him an earful about this.

"I thought there'd be perks to hanging out with you. Yet here I am, driving myself four hours to Albany when we could be up in the air on the McMahon family jet sipping champagne and eating shrimp cocktail. Unbelievable."

Hannah let out a loud laugh. She and Jon had just left the First Niagara Center and were en route to Albany, New York for tomorrow's SmackDown taping. Initially she'd planned on making the trip herself—but when Jon had offered to ride along with her she couldn't say no.

"Champagne and shrimp cocktail?" she laughed. "Are you serious?"

He sent her a smirk. "What? Are you telling me you don't have champagne and shrimp cocktail aboard the McJet?"

"That's exactly what I'm telling you. Besides, the McJet isn't even headed to Albany tonight; they're flying back to Connecticut and then driving to Albany tomorrow. And what makes you think you've earned jet privileges, anyway?"

"Well what do I have to do to earn them then?"

She blushed at his crooked grin; she could think of a few things he could do. "I honestly prefer this, though," she said, slyly changing the subject. "You wouldn't really want to be stuck in a tiny pressurized cabin with Paul, Vince, and Stephanie, would you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said. "That sounds like a barrel of laughs to me."

"Well then I should have brought you to our family dinner last Thursday. Stephanie totally outed us in front of everyone."

Jon sent her a peculiar look. "What? What do you mean she outed us?"

"She announced to the entire family at the dinner table that she saw us leave the arena together last Monday," Hannah explained. "Completely unsolicited; just broadcast my personal business to everyone." She shook her head, irritated—she still couldn't believe Stephanie had done that. Weren't sisters supposed to have each other's back? Keep each other's secrets? Lord knows she'd kept her mouth shut for Stephanie back when she'd started seeing Paul right under everyone's noses. She couldn't do the same for her now?

"So did you not want anyone to know we'd left together?"

Jon's question cut through her thoughts like a knife. Her heart plummeted into her stomach. "What? No!" she jumped. "I mean, of course I don't care if anyone saw us leave together; I'm sure tons of people saw us leave together tonight. But it wasn't Stephanie's place to just blurt that out to my entire family. I would've liked to tell them on my own terms that we're…" she trailed off, unsure how to finish that statement. What were she and Jon?

"Dating?" he finished with a smirk. Hannah bit her lip.

"Yeah," she nodded—but her voice waivered. Jon didn't miss it.

"Hey." She glanced back at him. Even in the dark she could see the sincerity in his eyes. "I get it; one date isn't anything to write home about. Plus, given our work situation, I understand why you wouldn't have wanted them to know just yet."

Hannah let out a relieved breath. "You do?"

"Absolutely. But in the meantime, I guess I better be on extra good behavior when ol' Vinny Mac is around."

"Probably a good idea. He did not look happy when he found out we'd left Dallas together."

"Would he have preferred you left with Sheamus?"

Hannah playfully rolled her eyes. "Just get us to Albany, Good. Don't make me regret giving you the honor of being my chauffeur."

"Oh, so that's what I am now?" he smirked. "All right—well then I expect to be paid in champagne and shrimp cocktail."

Hannah just grinned as she looked out the window. Whatever she and Jon were, at least they were having fun.