Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE, I am not affiliated with the WWE, and I
certainly don't know anybody from the WWE. Ok...now that's done...I do own
myself, and my dad owns my dad. I think. Maybe my mom owns my dad...anywho,
um, just don't sue me ok? Oh yeah, my dad's name ain't Roy, it's
just...I'll be grounded if I use his real name. It's too uncommon.
[The phone rings. Kylrane has her headphones on, and she's not really paying any attention. The answering machine says "Leave a message" and there's some guy screaming. Kylrane immediately picks it up.]
Kylrane:....Hello?
Voice on phone: AUGHH!!! DAMNIT!
Kylrane: Who is this?!
Voice: Get your father on the phone!
Kylrane: Not until I find out who this is.
Voice: DAMNIT KID, I'M VINCENT K. MCMAHON! LET ME SPEAK TO YOUR FATHER!
Kylrane: EEE! Sorry, mister....[goes off with phone, telling her dad it's one of his clients or something...]
Vince: Roy! DAMNIT, THOSE FUCKING ASSHOLES!!
Kylrane's dad: VINCE? WHAT'S GOING ON?
Vince: I NEED YOU TO COME AND FIX EVERYONE'S INSURANCE PLANS! PEOPLE'S LAWYERS ARE COMING SAYING THERE'S A LOOPHOLE AND I NEED YOU TO FIX IT NOW!
Kylrane's dad: I can't, my kid needs to be driven around everyday. We don't allow HER to use public transportation, she gets lost....
Vince: I'LL HIRE A CHAUFFER, I'LL DO ANYTHING JUST COME FIX IT!!!
Kylrane's dad: Ok, Ok, I'll be there tomorrow....calm down, Vince.
Vince: Thanks a lot, Roy, I really appreciate it. I'll send over someone tonight.
Kylrane's dad: [hangs up the phone] I'm leaving for Connecticut, and someone else will be taking you to school, ok?
Kylrane: Great. Whatever. [sighs] So, who is it?
Kylrane's dad: I don't really know.
Kylrane: YOU'RE PUTTING YOUR DAUGHTER IN THE HANDS OF A STRANGER?
Kylrane's dad: Whoever it is is coming here tonight. So if it's some idiot, I'll stay.
Kylrane: [a little pouty face is coming on] Ok.....
[Switches to Eric Bischoff and Stephanie McMahon in Vince's office. They are ready to cut each other's throats.]
Vince: I'm having this life insurance thing taken care of. But what I need from the both of you is someone to watch a good friend's daughter. He's coming here to fix the problem, but the kid needs to be taken around town.
Eric: What, so you want us to find a babysitter for the brat?
Vince: No, it's just that if you feel that a superstar needs a little reminder of who's in charge...send 'em over.
Steph: Are you serious, daddy? That's like giving someone a vacation.
Vince: No, they're gonna be like the kid's servant. Anyway, I need someone quick. Any suggestions?
Eric: Booker T and Goldust.
Steph: Oh no, don't do that to the poor kid.
Vince: Done. They'll be on a plane to New York first thing!
[Go back to Kylrane's place. Her dad left already, leaving detailed instructions to the caretakers. Doorbell rings. Kylrane answers.]
Booker T: This ain't look like some training facility!
Goldust: Booker, this is some kid's house.
Kylrane: Hey, I'm not some kid. Did Vince McMahon send you?
Booker T: Yeah, who are you?
Kylrane: You're driving me to school every morning from now on until my dad gets back. Looks like you two are stuck with me. Lucky there's a bunk bed in the spare room, didn't expect two guys. [She steps away from the door, allowing for them to come in. She stares at Goldust] Your face paint is dripping off...
Goldust: DAMNIT! STUPID RAIN!
Booker T: You got cable?
Kylrane: Yeah, why? And who are you?
Booker T: I'm Booker T, the FIVE TIME FIVE TIME FIVE TIME FIVE TIME FIVE TIME WCW Champion! That freak over there is my dogg Goldie.
Goldust: Pleased to meet you. The name is GOLDUST! [does the creepy bite thing....]
Kylrane: [scared] Yeah...um, I'm Kylrane....eh, what are we going to have for dinner?
Booker T: [flops onto the couch] You got some Hungry Man meals?
Kylrane: [staring at these people] Um, no. My dad usually cooks.
Goldust: [sitting on the couch] What about your mother?
Kylrane: [scratches head] Somehow, for this fic...she's not here. She's not coming...um, ok. Well, are you going to cook?
Booker T: Yeah right!! Hey, do you have a tape of last night's RAW, I wanna see my fine looking self.
Kylrane: Actually...yeah, I have a tape...my dad likes to watch that stuff...but I'm really hungry!!!
Booker T: Then we be going to a supermarket later....after we watch the tape.
Goldust: Alright! Hey, after dinner, let's watch 'The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood'!! [Booker T and Kylrane stare] Kidding!
Kylrane: [really upset] daddy...wah....
Ok, that sucked. I know. Hopefully things will get better. HOPEFULLY! Wah. Booker T and Goldust are so not cut out for child services. =P R&R, please!
[The phone rings. Kylrane has her headphones on, and she's not really paying any attention. The answering machine says "Leave a message" and there's some guy screaming. Kylrane immediately picks it up.]
Kylrane:....Hello?
Voice on phone: AUGHH!!! DAMNIT!
Kylrane: Who is this?!
Voice: Get your father on the phone!
Kylrane: Not until I find out who this is.
Voice: DAMNIT KID, I'M VINCENT K. MCMAHON! LET ME SPEAK TO YOUR FATHER!
Kylrane: EEE! Sorry, mister....[goes off with phone, telling her dad it's one of his clients or something...]
Vince: Roy! DAMNIT, THOSE FUCKING ASSHOLES!!
Kylrane's dad: VINCE? WHAT'S GOING ON?
Vince: I NEED YOU TO COME AND FIX EVERYONE'S INSURANCE PLANS! PEOPLE'S LAWYERS ARE COMING SAYING THERE'S A LOOPHOLE AND I NEED YOU TO FIX IT NOW!
Kylrane's dad: I can't, my kid needs to be driven around everyday. We don't allow HER to use public transportation, she gets lost....
Vince: I'LL HIRE A CHAUFFER, I'LL DO ANYTHING JUST COME FIX IT!!!
Kylrane's dad: Ok, Ok, I'll be there tomorrow....calm down, Vince.
Vince: Thanks a lot, Roy, I really appreciate it. I'll send over someone tonight.
Kylrane's dad: [hangs up the phone] I'm leaving for Connecticut, and someone else will be taking you to school, ok?
Kylrane: Great. Whatever. [sighs] So, who is it?
Kylrane's dad: I don't really know.
Kylrane: YOU'RE PUTTING YOUR DAUGHTER IN THE HANDS OF A STRANGER?
Kylrane's dad: Whoever it is is coming here tonight. So if it's some idiot, I'll stay.
Kylrane: [a little pouty face is coming on] Ok.....
[Switches to Eric Bischoff and Stephanie McMahon in Vince's office. They are ready to cut each other's throats.]
Vince: I'm having this life insurance thing taken care of. But what I need from the both of you is someone to watch a good friend's daughter. He's coming here to fix the problem, but the kid needs to be taken around town.
Eric: What, so you want us to find a babysitter for the brat?
Vince: No, it's just that if you feel that a superstar needs a little reminder of who's in charge...send 'em over.
Steph: Are you serious, daddy? That's like giving someone a vacation.
Vince: No, they're gonna be like the kid's servant. Anyway, I need someone quick. Any suggestions?
Eric: Booker T and Goldust.
Steph: Oh no, don't do that to the poor kid.
Vince: Done. They'll be on a plane to New York first thing!
[Go back to Kylrane's place. Her dad left already, leaving detailed instructions to the caretakers. Doorbell rings. Kylrane answers.]
Booker T: This ain't look like some training facility!
Goldust: Booker, this is some kid's house.
Kylrane: Hey, I'm not some kid. Did Vince McMahon send you?
Booker T: Yeah, who are you?
Kylrane: You're driving me to school every morning from now on until my dad gets back. Looks like you two are stuck with me. Lucky there's a bunk bed in the spare room, didn't expect two guys. [She steps away from the door, allowing for them to come in. She stares at Goldust] Your face paint is dripping off...
Goldust: DAMNIT! STUPID RAIN!
Booker T: You got cable?
Kylrane: Yeah, why? And who are you?
Booker T: I'm Booker T, the FIVE TIME FIVE TIME FIVE TIME FIVE TIME FIVE TIME WCW Champion! That freak over there is my dogg Goldie.
Goldust: Pleased to meet you. The name is GOLDUST! [does the creepy bite thing....]
Kylrane: [scared] Yeah...um, I'm Kylrane....eh, what are we going to have for dinner?
Booker T: [flops onto the couch] You got some Hungry Man meals?
Kylrane: [staring at these people] Um, no. My dad usually cooks.
Goldust: [sitting on the couch] What about your mother?
Kylrane: [scratches head] Somehow, for this fic...she's not here. She's not coming...um, ok. Well, are you going to cook?
Booker T: Yeah right!! Hey, do you have a tape of last night's RAW, I wanna see my fine looking self.
Kylrane: Actually...yeah, I have a tape...my dad likes to watch that stuff...but I'm really hungry!!!
Booker T: Then we be going to a supermarket later....after we watch the tape.
Goldust: Alright! Hey, after dinner, let's watch 'The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood'!! [Booker T and Kylrane stare] Kidding!
Kylrane: [really upset] daddy...wah....
Ok, that sucked. I know. Hopefully things will get better. HOPEFULLY! Wah. Booker T and Goldust are so not cut out for child services. =P R&R, please!