"LITA DADDY." Her sprained wrist, hell, all her injuries were completely
forgiven.
"Well, what happened?"
"I told him if he wanted me you'd be willing to sign my participation on the contract and gave him all our numbers."
"Honey that's WONDERFUL!" He pulled Belle into a hug and spun her around.
"Dad put me down."
"But honey this is great news."
"Daddy I'm gonna blow chunks." He laughed and set her down.
"Sorry honey."
"Daddy, since I did good and all, cause you know, I whooped her," she took three steps back to make sure there wasn't any more spinning, "can I drive home?"
"Awww, Belle…"
"But daddy, look at how good I did." He reluctantly pulled the keys out of her pocket. "Yes!" She jumped in the truck and again, as soon as her father's belt was buckled she took off at sixty-five MPH.
Belle couldn't sleep that night; it was something about waiting for her phone call from Vince that just wouldn't let her calm down enough for sleep to claim her. Deciding that she couldn't just stay in her room all night she grabbed her cordless and her cell phone, slipped her slippers on her feet, and slipped out her bedroom window.
Her trampoline was already uncovered, so she took a moment to put her phones on the stand about five feet away, not that anyone was going to call at two-thirty in the morning. Using all she remembered from her gymnastic class she took a running start and used a roundabout cartwheel to get up onto the mesh. Once on she wasn't interested in routines she just started jumping, she learned how to do most of her airborne moves on her father from this thing. She just jumped, up and down, up and down, up and down; when she stopped she looked at the digital clock on her cell and it was four-seventeen.
Pulling a blanket and pillow out of the cupboard of the stand that she took the phones from she climbed on the trampoline and got ready for a nap. For poor Belle it only felt like ten minutes, but it was actually more than six hours later, that one of her phones started to ring. She was too tired to remember that she was actually expecting a call. She grabbed her cordless.
"Roach motel, front desk."
"I…is Belle Brennan there?"
"This is she."
"Ms. Brennan, this is Vince McMahon, I'm calling to inform that we've selected you for the part, I've contacted my lawyer and we've found a way to get you in the federation. With your father's consent we'll make you an emancipated minor, that way you'll be allowed to travel with us, it's also the only way to make a contract legal."
"I'm sure he'll do it."
"Excellent, I'm in town for another day and if you'd like to we could meet somewhere in town and discuss the details, my lawyer's drawing up all the consent forms right now."
"Where and when?"
"Four Seasons, four-thirty."
"See you there."
"I look forward to it." Quickly folding the blanket and replacing it and the pillow in the stand she put her slippers on and ran in the house.
"DADDY!" In his room Derrick shot upright.
"What!?!"
"I got the part, I got the part, I got the part." She actually started jumping on his bed.
"When did you get the call?"
"Just now." She plopped down to her butt. "Dad?"
"Yes?" He was rubbing his eyes.
"They want to emancipate me."
"WHAT?"
"They say it's the only way that a contract would be legal, they have to get you to sign the papers to emancipate me so I can sign a legal contract and for me to travel with them."
He looked at her carefully; despite everything this was his little girl. She was clad in a pair of light blue cotton PJ's for goodness' sakes. "Is this what you really want?"
"More than anything else in the whole world."
"I'll sign." She hugged him tightly.
"Thank you."
"Anything for my little girl, now, when are we getting the papers?"
"This afternoon at four-thirty at the Four Seasons."
"Knowing how long it takes you to get decent maybe you should start getting ready now." She slapped his shoulder when he chuckled at his own joke.
Belle ran out of his room for the shower. She threw her clothes off and didn't care where they landed she jumped in the shower and stayed in for a full hour just trying to scrub off the makeup she'd put on yesterday.
When she'd finally gotten the last of the Physique out of her hair, and the last of the Caress Spring Blush off of her skin she wrapped herself in a towel and started the primping process all over again.
Needless to say she was grateful she started when she did. Deciding that since Vince had, if not liked, then not minded, what she'd worn during their previous meeting she decided to wear something similar. A pair of bootleg black jeans, black roses on her nail tips, black boots, black denim jacket, and a long sleeved red shirt that flared at the sleeves. She curled her red hair and pulled a bit back on each side, for the finishing touches she let one strand on each side hang down her face.
She walked down the stairs again. "Don't tell me this is your new style."
"Nah, but I think Vince liked it, and hey, gotta keep the boss happy."
"Quick learner."
"Of course." She pulled on a black denim jacket. "Can we take my car?"
He looked slightly green. "You can drive dad." She tossed him the keys and the green look disappeared.
"Well, what happened?"
"I told him if he wanted me you'd be willing to sign my participation on the contract and gave him all our numbers."
"Honey that's WONDERFUL!" He pulled Belle into a hug and spun her around.
"Dad put me down."
"But honey this is great news."
"Daddy I'm gonna blow chunks." He laughed and set her down.
"Sorry honey."
"Daddy, since I did good and all, cause you know, I whooped her," she took three steps back to make sure there wasn't any more spinning, "can I drive home?"
"Awww, Belle…"
"But daddy, look at how good I did." He reluctantly pulled the keys out of her pocket. "Yes!" She jumped in the truck and again, as soon as her father's belt was buckled she took off at sixty-five MPH.
Belle couldn't sleep that night; it was something about waiting for her phone call from Vince that just wouldn't let her calm down enough for sleep to claim her. Deciding that she couldn't just stay in her room all night she grabbed her cordless and her cell phone, slipped her slippers on her feet, and slipped out her bedroom window.
Her trampoline was already uncovered, so she took a moment to put her phones on the stand about five feet away, not that anyone was going to call at two-thirty in the morning. Using all she remembered from her gymnastic class she took a running start and used a roundabout cartwheel to get up onto the mesh. Once on she wasn't interested in routines she just started jumping, she learned how to do most of her airborne moves on her father from this thing. She just jumped, up and down, up and down, up and down; when she stopped she looked at the digital clock on her cell and it was four-seventeen.
Pulling a blanket and pillow out of the cupboard of the stand that she took the phones from she climbed on the trampoline and got ready for a nap. For poor Belle it only felt like ten minutes, but it was actually more than six hours later, that one of her phones started to ring. She was too tired to remember that she was actually expecting a call. She grabbed her cordless.
"Roach motel, front desk."
"I…is Belle Brennan there?"
"This is she."
"Ms. Brennan, this is Vince McMahon, I'm calling to inform that we've selected you for the part, I've contacted my lawyer and we've found a way to get you in the federation. With your father's consent we'll make you an emancipated minor, that way you'll be allowed to travel with us, it's also the only way to make a contract legal."
"I'm sure he'll do it."
"Excellent, I'm in town for another day and if you'd like to we could meet somewhere in town and discuss the details, my lawyer's drawing up all the consent forms right now."
"Where and when?"
"Four Seasons, four-thirty."
"See you there."
"I look forward to it." Quickly folding the blanket and replacing it and the pillow in the stand she put her slippers on and ran in the house.
"DADDY!" In his room Derrick shot upright.
"What!?!"
"I got the part, I got the part, I got the part." She actually started jumping on his bed.
"When did you get the call?"
"Just now." She plopped down to her butt. "Dad?"
"Yes?" He was rubbing his eyes.
"They want to emancipate me."
"WHAT?"
"They say it's the only way that a contract would be legal, they have to get you to sign the papers to emancipate me so I can sign a legal contract and for me to travel with them."
He looked at her carefully; despite everything this was his little girl. She was clad in a pair of light blue cotton PJ's for goodness' sakes. "Is this what you really want?"
"More than anything else in the whole world."
"I'll sign." She hugged him tightly.
"Thank you."
"Anything for my little girl, now, when are we getting the papers?"
"This afternoon at four-thirty at the Four Seasons."
"Knowing how long it takes you to get decent maybe you should start getting ready now." She slapped his shoulder when he chuckled at his own joke.
Belle ran out of his room for the shower. She threw her clothes off and didn't care where they landed she jumped in the shower and stayed in for a full hour just trying to scrub off the makeup she'd put on yesterday.
When she'd finally gotten the last of the Physique out of her hair, and the last of the Caress Spring Blush off of her skin she wrapped herself in a towel and started the primping process all over again.
Needless to say she was grateful she started when she did. Deciding that since Vince had, if not liked, then not minded, what she'd worn during their previous meeting she decided to wear something similar. A pair of bootleg black jeans, black roses on her nail tips, black boots, black denim jacket, and a long sleeved red shirt that flared at the sleeves. She curled her red hair and pulled a bit back on each side, for the finishing touches she let one strand on each side hang down her face.
She walked down the stairs again. "Don't tell me this is your new style."
"Nah, but I think Vince liked it, and hey, gotta keep the boss happy."
"Quick learner."
"Of course." She pulled on a black denim jacket. "Can we take my car?"
He looked slightly green. "You can drive dad." She tossed him the keys and the green look disappeared.