She climbed in the car and got ready for one of the biggest days of her
life. The biggest day of her life felt frighteningly like the start of the
flu.
The hotel was almost empty. That wasn't precisely unexpected, nothing really big happened in May, so it was quite easy to spot Vince, Shane, Linda, Taker, and Kane sitting at one huge table.
The guy with the list of reservations didn't want to let them in and she was starting to get angry. "Look pimple boy if you don't let us in to talk to Mr. and Mrs. McMahon I'm going to turn your face into a Picasso, are you catching my drift?" He gulped in fear and let them through.
Belle and her father walked right over to the table. Everyone there stood up to greet them. "Ah, Mr. Brennan, pleasure to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too Mr. McMahon."
"Please, call me Vince and have a seat." He gestured to the two free chairs so Belle took off her coat, draped it over her chair back and sat down gratefully, she hadn't had near enough sleep.
"First let me introduce you to everyone, this is my wife Linda."
"A pleasure to meet you Linda."
"Hi."
"This is my son Shane."
"Hello."
Belle just waved a bit. "This is Glen Jacobs otherwise known as Kane, and this is Mark Calloway, AKA the Undertaker."
Her father shook their hands and she waved again, people seven feet tall were kinda intimidating for her. Everyone at the table seemed to be smiling at her and she took a few moments to actually look at the faces, they all looked nice enough, and Glen was seriously cute, they shouldn't have him in a mask.
"Now Mr. Brennan I'm assuming your daughter told you how we want to contract her."
"Emancipation."
"Are you willing to wave parental rights?"
"Yes sir." He turned to Belle.
"Are you willing to be emancipated? This would mean complete control over your own actions and responsibility for your safety." She wasn't three, she understood without the patronization.
"With all due respect Mr. McMahon I'm seventeen years old and perfectly capable of logical deductive reasoning without being spoken to as a three year old, because despite the immaturity that I may display I'm quite intelligent and capable of an intellectual conversation." Mark and Glen laughed.
"I like this one."
"Feeling's mutual." The rest of the table chuckled at that. "So can I take a look at my contract?"
"Absolutely." He handed over a thirty-page book.
"Damn." Her father corrected her.
"Belle!"
"What?" She tried to look innocent as she started looking over everything. She'd had a photographic memory ever since she was little and she only took a second to take a mental picture of each page before moving on.
The other people at the table were looking at her like she was nuts. "Photographic memory." Her father explained for her. They nodded and she handed the contract back to Vince.
"The benefits are excellent, wonderful insurance, I'm sure I'm going to need that, more money than I really need, I'll give some to dad, and two years of guaranteed work. I like it."
The waitress walked over to the table. "What can I get everyone this evening?"
Belle waited for everyone else to order before placing her own. "Double cheeseburger, French Fries, chocolate milk shake, and if you have them onion rings please." The waitress looked at tiny Belle in shock.
"Anything else?"
"Not that I can think of."
"I'll be back with your order."
"Okay, now, I hate to be all nosey and everything, but what was so important that you couldn't get an experienced wrestler for this."
"We need someone to play Mark's daughter." Belle looked at him carefully. Her hair wasn't too far off from his, her eyes were more, well…blue, and he was a skyscraper.
"Don't you think people might notice that I'm only 5'5 and he's…goodness he's gotta be seven feet."
"The fans'll be too busy with the story plot and all the twists and turns to care about height." Well, Shane did have a point, if she was good, it wouldn't really matter.
"Speaking of story plots where'd you go?" He chuckled.
"I took some time off to spend with my wife."
"Ahhh." Belle couldn't stick to one subject very long. "Ok, so what exactly is the angle with this, I mean, I've never known the WWF to make something as simple as a father and daughter coming out together, there's always something between them."
"Well Belle you're quite right." Linda actually had a sweet personality. "We intend to have you as Kane's valet, then as your "father" finds out, he would challenge him to a match to clear things up. They'd fight, Mark would win, but in the process someone would accidentally strike you, that would anger you and you'd leave to valet for someone else, eventually forgiving both of them, and bringing them back together as a tag team, then you'd be forced to choose between the teams."
"You guys have great writers. The thing I don't understand is why you told that Barbie at try outs that she would have a lot of involved wrestling."
"We wanted someone who would have that as an option."
"Well, not to sound ungrateful, but that's kind of what I wanted too, I'm not a cat fight, bitch about men problems girl, and I'd hate to play a character that is. I like the whole kick ass attitude thing. I like equal opportunity for wrestling men and women. I know I'm little, but I can hold my own against almost anyone." She stuck a fry in her mouth. "Except maybe Rikishi."
The hotel was almost empty. That wasn't precisely unexpected, nothing really big happened in May, so it was quite easy to spot Vince, Shane, Linda, Taker, and Kane sitting at one huge table.
The guy with the list of reservations didn't want to let them in and she was starting to get angry. "Look pimple boy if you don't let us in to talk to Mr. and Mrs. McMahon I'm going to turn your face into a Picasso, are you catching my drift?" He gulped in fear and let them through.
Belle and her father walked right over to the table. Everyone there stood up to greet them. "Ah, Mr. Brennan, pleasure to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too Mr. McMahon."
"Please, call me Vince and have a seat." He gestured to the two free chairs so Belle took off her coat, draped it over her chair back and sat down gratefully, she hadn't had near enough sleep.
"First let me introduce you to everyone, this is my wife Linda."
"A pleasure to meet you Linda."
"Hi."
"This is my son Shane."
"Hello."
Belle just waved a bit. "This is Glen Jacobs otherwise known as Kane, and this is Mark Calloway, AKA the Undertaker."
Her father shook their hands and she waved again, people seven feet tall were kinda intimidating for her. Everyone at the table seemed to be smiling at her and she took a few moments to actually look at the faces, they all looked nice enough, and Glen was seriously cute, they shouldn't have him in a mask.
"Now Mr. Brennan I'm assuming your daughter told you how we want to contract her."
"Emancipation."
"Are you willing to wave parental rights?"
"Yes sir." He turned to Belle.
"Are you willing to be emancipated? This would mean complete control over your own actions and responsibility for your safety." She wasn't three, she understood without the patronization.
"With all due respect Mr. McMahon I'm seventeen years old and perfectly capable of logical deductive reasoning without being spoken to as a three year old, because despite the immaturity that I may display I'm quite intelligent and capable of an intellectual conversation." Mark and Glen laughed.
"I like this one."
"Feeling's mutual." The rest of the table chuckled at that. "So can I take a look at my contract?"
"Absolutely." He handed over a thirty-page book.
"Damn." Her father corrected her.
"Belle!"
"What?" She tried to look innocent as she started looking over everything. She'd had a photographic memory ever since she was little and she only took a second to take a mental picture of each page before moving on.
The other people at the table were looking at her like she was nuts. "Photographic memory." Her father explained for her. They nodded and she handed the contract back to Vince.
"The benefits are excellent, wonderful insurance, I'm sure I'm going to need that, more money than I really need, I'll give some to dad, and two years of guaranteed work. I like it."
The waitress walked over to the table. "What can I get everyone this evening?"
Belle waited for everyone else to order before placing her own. "Double cheeseburger, French Fries, chocolate milk shake, and if you have them onion rings please." The waitress looked at tiny Belle in shock.
"Anything else?"
"Not that I can think of."
"I'll be back with your order."
"Okay, now, I hate to be all nosey and everything, but what was so important that you couldn't get an experienced wrestler for this."
"We need someone to play Mark's daughter." Belle looked at him carefully. Her hair wasn't too far off from his, her eyes were more, well…blue, and he was a skyscraper.
"Don't you think people might notice that I'm only 5'5 and he's…goodness he's gotta be seven feet."
"The fans'll be too busy with the story plot and all the twists and turns to care about height." Well, Shane did have a point, if she was good, it wouldn't really matter.
"Speaking of story plots where'd you go?" He chuckled.
"I took some time off to spend with my wife."
"Ahhh." Belle couldn't stick to one subject very long. "Ok, so what exactly is the angle with this, I mean, I've never known the WWF to make something as simple as a father and daughter coming out together, there's always something between them."
"Well Belle you're quite right." Linda actually had a sweet personality. "We intend to have you as Kane's valet, then as your "father" finds out, he would challenge him to a match to clear things up. They'd fight, Mark would win, but in the process someone would accidentally strike you, that would anger you and you'd leave to valet for someone else, eventually forgiving both of them, and bringing them back together as a tag team, then you'd be forced to choose between the teams."
"You guys have great writers. The thing I don't understand is why you told that Barbie at try outs that she would have a lot of involved wrestling."
"We wanted someone who would have that as an option."
"Well, not to sound ungrateful, but that's kind of what I wanted too, I'm not a cat fight, bitch about men problems girl, and I'd hate to play a character that is. I like the whole kick ass attitude thing. I like equal opportunity for wrestling men and women. I know I'm little, but I can hold my own against almost anyone." She stuck a fry in her mouth. "Except maybe Rikishi."