“Chloe, we want you to be the new general manager of Monday night Raw. Do you accept?” I screamed with excitement. Tears fell from my eyes. Vince cleared his throat, indicating that he needs a response now.
“Yes, of course I accept! Oh my god, thank you. You will not regret this.” I hung up the phone and jumped up and down with excitement. After all these months of struggling as a diva, and in my life in general, I am now the general manager. I can believe it. I calmed down after one hundred or so jumps and went downstairs to my hotel room.
I laid on my bed. I wiped the tears away and went on twitter. I now have 398,476 followers. To me, that is more than enough people to be following me, but I guess that is the perk of being famous. I sighed. I spent all night answering questions that my fans have asked me:
"@WWEChloee is it true that you are the new GM for Raw?" Yes... No … Maybe. I had a lot of questions like that. There were some tweets from people who clearly never graduated high school:
"@WWEChloee u suc. No one like u. u go away now." Irritated; I corrected his tweet.
"You'. Likes'. Learn to spell jackass." After retweeting people I turned my phone off and went to sleep.
I opened my eyes. My alarm was going off. I reached over for my phone and turned the alarm off. I turned the phone on and saw I had three missed calls. They were from Paul. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Why would he call me? I rang him to see what is up.
“Hello?”
“Umm, hey Paul. How come you called me at two in the morning?” I asked with curiosity.
“I wanted to let you know that you have a meeting with myself and John Laurinaitis in..." He dosed off for a second. "twenty three minutes.”
“Wait, what?!”
“No time to explain. Don’t be late!” he hung up and I jumped out of bed and rushed to the arena. Since the hotel was next to the arena, I ran. I made it just in time, thankfully. I was panting so I grabbed a bottle of water from catering. I then realised that I was wearing a tanktop and sweat pants. Shit, I forgot to change. I mentally slapped myself on the forehead. I then walked to Paul's office. As I was walking some of the employees were bickering. They gave me weird looks. I ignored them and knocked on the door.
“Come in.” I slowly entered his office. Only he and John were in there.
"Please sit, Chloe.” I sat down on the seat and waited for them to start talking. “So, congratulations on being the new General Manager.”
“Thanks. I’m still shocked that they considered me to be fit for the job.” He smiles, John just stares at me, very creepily. I tried to ignore it. Someone knocks on the door. John gets up and opens it. It was Phil Brooks, better known as CM Punk. I wonder why that prick is here. When he came in, he rolled his eyes when he saw me.
“Phil, please sit.” He sits on the chair next to me.
“I’ve brought you two here because there has been a small change to the script.” I sighed.
“What exactly is this small change.” Phil asked.
“Well, instead of you having a confrontation with Vince, you will have one with Chloe. She will threaten to strip you of the title if the shield gets involved in your match.” I laughed quietly.
“What are you laughing about?” Phil snapped. I rolled my eyes and turned around so I was facing him.
“I’m laughing at the fact that I am your boss now.” He gives me a death stare. “What’s the matter Phil? You don’t like the fact that I am in charge?”
“Not one fucking bit!” He snapped.
“Whoa, calm down Phil. She is your boss.” Laurinaitis just inserts himself into the conversation.
“He’s right. Phil since she is in fact your boss, you have to start treating her with respect.” Paul stated.
“RESPECT!! Where’s my respect Paul? Huh, where’s my respect?” Phil snapped. I chuckled. He again turned his attention to me. “Yeah, keep laughing bitch!” He tried to storm out, but I quickly grabbed him by his shirt and punch him in the face. He fell to the ground. Paul grabbed me, whilst John was tending to Phil. “Get off me!” He yelled. He got up, with his hand on his face and left. Paul released me.
“Chloe, why did you do that?” that’s weird, he didn’t sound pissed, in fact, he was amused.
“I hate that guy. That’s why.” He laughed.
“Don’t we all.” I giggled. “Well tonight on Raw, just make you sure you don’t punch him. Only slap him, if you need to.”
“Okay.” I laughed. I left his office and a member of the production crew guided me to my new office. It looked like Paul's office, but in this one, it had the cover of WWE magazine who happens to have Dwayne as the poster boy on the wall and the cover of Phil’s stupid wrestling DVD. This sucks, the two men I despise more than anything in the world, are literally surrounding me. I rolled my eyes and collapsed on the couch.
I kept thinking about what I am going to do tonight, maybe I will slap Phil. It felt really good punching him. It did hurt my hand a little, but it was totally worth it. I hope I broke his stupid jaw. The thought of this made me laugh. I got out my phone and started playing angry birds. This game is fun, for some reason.
I got bored after failing to complete a stage, so I walked around my office and saw that there is an Xbox set up next to the TV. How did they know I absolutely love videogames? I ran to my suitcase and took out Resident Evil 6. I love playing this game. I placed the disc into the machine and started playing. I played for hours; I had no idea that my segment with Phil was in 5 minutes. I freaked and quickly looked at the script. I tried to memorise them, but it was hard to. I guess I will just improvise.
