I don't own any WWE wrestlers or figures utilized in this story. This is all from the mind of a brilliant scientist.

Phil Brooks was on top of the world. He was WWE Champion, living a lavish Straight Edge life and loving. But in an instant, his idyllic life came to a crashing halt. He would have to raise his estranged sister's child.

Phil Brooks laid on the couch of his Chicago apartment doing what he always did during the day, he slept. After a night like last night, and all the Straight Edge'd partying he'd done, in his mind he couldn't think of any better way to spend his day.

After sleeping for a few hours, Phil grunted when he heard the violent squeal of his cell phone. He rolled over, he was sleeping, or at least trying to. The phone repeated to buzz, he sighed. Rolling over, he grimaced at the sheer amount of calls he'd gotten in the last ten minutes. "What!" he said when he finally answered the phone. The person grunted.

"Mr. Phil Brooks?" He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah."

"Sir, this is Lucy Carmichael. I'm sorry to inform you that your sister, Anna Brooks, passed two weeks ago." Phil rolled over.

"Look, I don't have a sister. You've got the wrong guy. Bye bye, now." He hung up the phone. Some random call had disrupted his beauty sleep, he laughed the bags under his eyes were already big enough. Rolling over, he tried to sleep yet again. But of course the phone rang again. He grunted. "Didn't we just end this conversation." The woman sighed loudly.

"Sir, I was trying to tell you before you hung up on me, that Anna Brooks is your sister. She listed you and this number as her emergency contact. As well as the fact that you share a birth father." The man sighed and scratched his beard. Well he might as well play into this, he was up now.

"So, Lucy, was it? Well if this Anna Brooks is my sister, why don't you explain to me, how I never knew about her?" The woman sighed.

"Sir, I'm not at liberty to give out-" The man nodded.

"Exactly, you can't give it out, because you have no information to give. Don't call me with a hoax again." The woman grunted.

"Fine, alright. Anna Brooks never contacted you because she was only your half sister. Your father apparently sent her away when she was young. She grew up on the South side of Chicago in a crappy little apartment. Her life was tumultuous at best. It sadly ended two weeks ago, when she OD'd on prescription pills." The man sighed.

"Honestly, I really don't know what this has to do with me?"

"Sir, Anna had a child," he heard papers being shuffled. "A miss Alexandria Brooks." The man sighed.

"I still don't see your point." The woman grunted.

"Sir, she..." the man shook his head.

"Cut out the 'sir' stuff and just talk to me. What does any of this have to do with me?" The woman grunted.

"The child has no father or any other family members around. You're all she's got." The man rolled his eyes.

"You call me early in the morning, disrupting my beauty sleep, and then you tell me a sister I never knew existed dies, and now you want me to raise her child? Come on, that's ridiculous." The woman sighed.

"Well, Sir," the man grunted. "Mr. Brooks, I'm not asking you to do anything. You can either take me as a hoax and let this child slip into the system forever or you can be a man. I see it as an easy choice." Phil chuckled and played with his lip ring.

"So you're telling me, that I'm not a man if I don't take this kid in?"

"Essentially, yes." He toyed around with the idea in his head. Raise a kid? Not on his list of priorities at the moment. He grunted, but apparently there was nobody else.

"So there's no one else?"

"Nope. She'll likely be put into a group home until she's eighteen, she's rather...difficult." The man smiled, maybe she was his niece.

"Alright, I'll do it." The woman smiled.

"Wonderful, I'll begin the paperwork and make all of the arrangements."

"Hold up, I'm doing this on one condition." The woman sighed. "You go out with me." All Phil heard was the loud huff and then the click. He smiled, he still had it.

Alexandria "Lexi" Brooks licked her bottom lip as she grabbed her backpack out of the smelly car. She sighed as she looked up the virtual skyscraper of apartments. She shook her head, this was a far cry from the dingy rejects she'd grown up in. "Come along Alexandria, we haven't got all day." The girl shook her head, she would correct the short set woman, but with her intelligence level it'd be a waste of breath. The two walked into the large lobby and then after speaking with the concierge they rode up to the fifteenth floor. Lexi kept her eyes pealed as they elevator climbed altitude. She wondered what would happen if the power suddenly went out. Would they fall miserably to their death? "Alexandria!" the woman hissed. Shaking her head, the girl climbed out of the elevator and held her breath. The woman knocked on the door revealing a tall bearded man. She sighed, he looked a lot like her mother..a lot. She felt a wave of resentment and grief wash over her. Sighing she gripped her backpack and stared at the floor. She tuned out the adults talking and thought of her mother. She shook her head, she couldn't get the image of her mother lying there dead out of her head. It played her sleep, and haunted her eyelids. She swallowed hard, thank God for sleeping pills. "Well, have fun. I'll be checking in on you." The woman nodded and bid them goodbye. Lexi took a deep breath and dared to look the man in the eye. The man was sporting a lip ring and smiling at her.

"So you're Alexandria?" She raised her eyebrow.

"No, I'm Lexi." I guess you're Phil?" The man smiled.

"That I am." He ran his tongue over his teeth. "So Lexi, is it? Uh, welcome to my humble abode." The girl raised her eyebrow. Humble?...yeah, right. "Here' uh, let me show you around." Lexi shrugged and followed the man's arm as he pointed throughout the large apartment. She tried to look interested, but failed miserably. The man noticed. "How about I just show you where you're sleeping?" The girl nodded. She followed the man down the hall and into a room...a very large room. Her mouth stood agape as she looked on in awe.

"Is this m-mine?" The man laughed.

"Nope, it's mine. It's in my house," he moved his head from side to side, "but I'm willing to let you use it for the duration of your stay." She rolled her eyes but stayed focused on the room before her. She was in awe. The man rolled his eyes as he watched the girl gawk...hadn't she ever seen a room before? He closed the door.

"You can unpack later, I'll make some lunch. You hungry?" The girl nodded. Setting her bag down the girl looked around the large space. She was in awe as to how someone could live like this, when she'd lived well below poverty her whole life. Shaking her head, she moved towards the comic book collection on the shelf. Her eyebrows rose at the graphic nature of the books, this was going to be some three years.

Phil stood in the kitchen shaking his head at his freezer, apparently he was going to have to go shopping for food now. He sighed and scratched the top of his head. "Hey kid, what do you like to eat?" The girl turned away from the expensive electronics and shrugged. In most scenarios she ate whatever her mother left behind. Chewing her lip she decided to g out on a limb.

"Uh, a sandwich would be nice." The man nodded.

"Turkey, lettuce, cheese alright?" The girl smiled perfect. The man quickly went to preparing the pseudo dinner. "You're going to have to excuse my lack of food for a few days, I'm usually not home much." The girl shrugged as she walked into the kitchen area. Her eyes began darting around. The man noticed and stopped chopping up lettuce. "What are you looking for?" The girl shrugged.

"Nothin," the man gave a short smile, she was lying. He hated liars. Setting down the knife he looked at her.

"I don't believe you." She made a face. He cocked his head slightly. "See, what you're gonna learn about me is two very important things. One I despise liars, two, I really don't like people snooping around or bothering me. You seem to be doing both at the moment. So how about you not lying to me and tell me what you're looking for." The girl made a face and turned back towards the living room where she'd come from. Life had been so much easier in there. "Well?" He shook his head, what had he gotten himself into? Grunting he resumed chopping up the lettuce. He didn't want to freak out on the kid on the first day.

Sensing her uncle's annoyance, the girl looked around once more before turning back towards the man. "You got any booze," she asked. The man stopped chopping the lettuce and smiled shortly at her. He shook his head.

"No, I don't care for the stuff." The girl nodded.

"Weed?" The man shook his head. "Vicodin? Oxycontin?" He crossed his arms. If this kid was a druggie... He set the knife down and looked straight into the girl's eyes.

"I loathe drugs," he said. The girl nodded and sat down at the counter. She rested her head in her hands.

"So do I," she said. "Drugs have never done anyone any good." The man smiled, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. He turned back to preparing the sandwiches. His mind drifted from the preparation to the girl sitting at his counter. He shook his head, the kid did look a lot like him. From her facial structure, down to the signature bags under his eyes. He sighed. Why did she know about all those drugs? Shaking his head, he decided the sandwiches be fine just they way they were.

He turned around and found the girl with her head resting on her arms on the counter. He shook his head, maybe her bags were from exhaustion. He decided to carry her over to the couch. Carefully he laced his arms around her body and carried her over towards his leather couch. He laid her down gently. If he'd been thinking he would have set her in her room. Oh well, it was too late now. Walking towards the hall closet he returned with a blanket and threw it over the girl. Shaking his head, he walked towards the lazyboy. Now why should she be the only one who got some sleep? Phil opened his eyes one last time before dozing off. He stared at her form, she had the same flowing black hair that he did. The same skin tone and even the Brooks hair. He sighed, she was his niece alright. Yawning he closed his eyes, in the blink of an eye his whole life had changed. Just great.

New story...CM Punk stars...are ya ready for some drama?

I'm trying to update NR...just busy testing out some scenarios. Soon though.

Lasting Impressions maybe? HMM? ;)