Finally Lita had managed to ditch both Christian and Jericho, leaving them
arguing endlessly with Shawn Michaels and Booker T about who had the best
finishing moves. Honestly. Men.
There were quite a few other wrestlers hanging around, some in the gym, some in the locker rooms or practising in the ring.
She, however, didn't have time for that. She had to speak with her father. When she'd seen him earlier in the hotel dining room, Eric had looked angry and she hadn't wanted to approach him like that, especially in a room full of people.
Stopping at Bischoff's office, Lita frowned when the door was opened allowing Sean Morley and Lance Storm to leave the room. They both stepped past her and walked down the corridor, tag team title belts in hand, not bothering to acknowledge her presence. The jerks, especially 'Chief' Morley. She didn't trust him as far as she could throw him, unlike Eric, who was convinced that the man was some sort of gift from god! Lita snorted. As if.
Eric Bischoff glanced up from his seat, as the current women's champion entered the room. She offered him a small smile, and silently sat down on the sofa next to his. He placed his head in his hands, keeping himself calm, while deep down inside he was furious. Not at his little girl, but at the Smackdown GM. There was only one thing, racking his brain at the moment.one word.revenge.
"Uh.Stephanie knows that you're my father." Eric frowned at Lita's words, ".the mole told her." Lita sighed. She watched as the bitter man responded to what she'd told him, by standing, walking over to his desk, and slamming both hands down onto it, causing her to jump slightly.
"Shit!" he swore as he began to pace the room, with one hand behind his back and the other on his chin. A habit that Lita had noticed he did whenever he was up to something. And the man was usually always up to something.
"What are we going to do about this?" Lita asked, and she frowned at the sudden ringing noise that filled the room.
Her mobile. Great timing. She glanced at the phone, making a note of the caller in her head, and then cancelled the call.
"Sorry." She muttered, although Eric hadn't seemed bothered. "Anyway, as I said, what are we going to do about this mess? There is no way I am going to be friends with Stephanie McMahon now!" she added, scoffing at the mention of the brunette's name.
Eric suddenly stopped pacing, and smiled. Lita rose a curious eyebrow at Bischoff's actions. This ought to be good.
"I'll tell you exactly what we are going to do. We are moving onto 'Plan B'." he told her, his smile widening as he grabbed some papers from his desk and began to look through them.
"Which is?" Lita urged him to continue. She hated it when he spoke to her in riddles. She had no idea what this 'Plan B' was, and wanted to find out.
"Sorry honey I can't talk now, I have business to attend to." He declared, continuing to sort through his papers. Lita just stared at him in disbelief.
"Dad? I have to know the plan. I mean, what am I supposed to do now?" The former redhead frowned.
"Just do what your best at.stay the women's champion.round up some allies, like I saw you doing with Jericho and Christian in the dining hall this morning." He sighed.
"Uh.but what about the mole?" Lita reminded him. She really did hate being left in the dark about this so-called 'plan'.
"All taken care of in the plan."
"But." She protested, but The GM cut her short.
"Sweetie, if you don't mind, I'd like to get to work." he gestured to the papers and picked up the phone.
Lita scowled, but left the room, swearing softly when she heard him ask for Paul Heyman over the receiver. So Bischoff would tell the plan to an asshole like Heyman, but not to his own daughter! Damn him. 'Just do what your best at' isn't that what he'd said? She smiled to herself. That's exactly what she intended to do.even if her 'daddy' didn't like it in the least.
The diva found an empty locker room, and sat down inside. Taking her phone from her pocket, she dialled his number from memory.
"Hi.sorry about earlier, I was talking to my father, you know how he can be.uh-huh.Anyway, I've changed my mind now.Let's move onto your plan.yeah.'Plan B'."
~
The man didn't bother knocking as he stepped inside the office, and walked over to the desk, trying to catch the busy man's attention.
"What do you want?" Vince McMahon almost snapped. He hated being interrupted while working.
"Sorry to disturb you, but I need you to sign this." He held out the papers at arms length. Vince frowned, continuing with his own work as he spoke.
"What are they?"
"The documents to sign Mr America to the WWE." He informed the grey haired man.
Vince raised a curious eyebrow at that. "I thought Stephanie had those?" he asked, and the younger man shrugged.
"Yeah, well, you know what she's like. Always busy. Asked me to do her a favour and hand these to you to sign." He said simply and Mr McMahon sighed.
"Well just leave them here and I'll do it later."
"No can do. Stephanie wants these signed and back to her immediately. She doesn't want to give Bischoff a chance to collar him for Raw." He continued to hold out the papers, silently thanking god when Vince took them, because his arms were beginning to ache. He pointed to where the WWE owner had to sign and Vince hurriedly did so, not giving the contract a second glance. He didn't have the time.he was too busy.
The man smiled slightly when he took back the papers, and then, after thanking Vince, he proceeded to make his way out of the room.
"Wait a minute." Mr McMahon called out, and the younger man held a breath.
"Yeah?"
"Next time, tell Stephanie that if she wants any contracts or documents signed for business, then she must come to me herself, and not bother you when you have your own work to do." He informed the young man who smiled with relief. That was close.
"I'll tell her that," he said on the way out closing the door shut behind him.
He leaned against the wall outside and took out his mobile phone, dialling the number and speaking into the small device.
"I got it." he said, not bothering with a hello, as he'd just spoken to her a moment ago, ".Yeah sweetie.'Plan B' has started."
There were quite a few other wrestlers hanging around, some in the gym, some in the locker rooms or practising in the ring.
She, however, didn't have time for that. She had to speak with her father. When she'd seen him earlier in the hotel dining room, Eric had looked angry and she hadn't wanted to approach him like that, especially in a room full of people.
Stopping at Bischoff's office, Lita frowned when the door was opened allowing Sean Morley and Lance Storm to leave the room. They both stepped past her and walked down the corridor, tag team title belts in hand, not bothering to acknowledge her presence. The jerks, especially 'Chief' Morley. She didn't trust him as far as she could throw him, unlike Eric, who was convinced that the man was some sort of gift from god! Lita snorted. As if.
Eric Bischoff glanced up from his seat, as the current women's champion entered the room. She offered him a small smile, and silently sat down on the sofa next to his. He placed his head in his hands, keeping himself calm, while deep down inside he was furious. Not at his little girl, but at the Smackdown GM. There was only one thing, racking his brain at the moment.one word.revenge.
"Uh.Stephanie knows that you're my father." Eric frowned at Lita's words, ".the mole told her." Lita sighed. She watched as the bitter man responded to what she'd told him, by standing, walking over to his desk, and slamming both hands down onto it, causing her to jump slightly.
"Shit!" he swore as he began to pace the room, with one hand behind his back and the other on his chin. A habit that Lita had noticed he did whenever he was up to something. And the man was usually always up to something.
"What are we going to do about this?" Lita asked, and she frowned at the sudden ringing noise that filled the room.
Her mobile. Great timing. She glanced at the phone, making a note of the caller in her head, and then cancelled the call.
"Sorry." She muttered, although Eric hadn't seemed bothered. "Anyway, as I said, what are we going to do about this mess? There is no way I am going to be friends with Stephanie McMahon now!" she added, scoffing at the mention of the brunette's name.
Eric suddenly stopped pacing, and smiled. Lita rose a curious eyebrow at Bischoff's actions. This ought to be good.
"I'll tell you exactly what we are going to do. We are moving onto 'Plan B'." he told her, his smile widening as he grabbed some papers from his desk and began to look through them.
"Which is?" Lita urged him to continue. She hated it when he spoke to her in riddles. She had no idea what this 'Plan B' was, and wanted to find out.
"Sorry honey I can't talk now, I have business to attend to." He declared, continuing to sort through his papers. Lita just stared at him in disbelief.
"Dad? I have to know the plan. I mean, what am I supposed to do now?" The former redhead frowned.
"Just do what your best at.stay the women's champion.round up some allies, like I saw you doing with Jericho and Christian in the dining hall this morning." He sighed.
"Uh.but what about the mole?" Lita reminded him. She really did hate being left in the dark about this so-called 'plan'.
"All taken care of in the plan."
"But." She protested, but The GM cut her short.
"Sweetie, if you don't mind, I'd like to get to work." he gestured to the papers and picked up the phone.
Lita scowled, but left the room, swearing softly when she heard him ask for Paul Heyman over the receiver. So Bischoff would tell the plan to an asshole like Heyman, but not to his own daughter! Damn him. 'Just do what your best at' isn't that what he'd said? She smiled to herself. That's exactly what she intended to do.even if her 'daddy' didn't like it in the least.
The diva found an empty locker room, and sat down inside. Taking her phone from her pocket, she dialled his number from memory.
"Hi.sorry about earlier, I was talking to my father, you know how he can be.uh-huh.Anyway, I've changed my mind now.Let's move onto your plan.yeah.'Plan B'."
~
The man didn't bother knocking as he stepped inside the office, and walked over to the desk, trying to catch the busy man's attention.
"What do you want?" Vince McMahon almost snapped. He hated being interrupted while working.
"Sorry to disturb you, but I need you to sign this." He held out the papers at arms length. Vince frowned, continuing with his own work as he spoke.
"What are they?"
"The documents to sign Mr America to the WWE." He informed the grey haired man.
Vince raised a curious eyebrow at that. "I thought Stephanie had those?" he asked, and the younger man shrugged.
"Yeah, well, you know what she's like. Always busy. Asked me to do her a favour and hand these to you to sign." He said simply and Mr McMahon sighed.
"Well just leave them here and I'll do it later."
"No can do. Stephanie wants these signed and back to her immediately. She doesn't want to give Bischoff a chance to collar him for Raw." He continued to hold out the papers, silently thanking god when Vince took them, because his arms were beginning to ache. He pointed to where the WWE owner had to sign and Vince hurriedly did so, not giving the contract a second glance. He didn't have the time.he was too busy.
The man smiled slightly when he took back the papers, and then, after thanking Vince, he proceeded to make his way out of the room.
"Wait a minute." Mr McMahon called out, and the younger man held a breath.
"Yeah?"
"Next time, tell Stephanie that if she wants any contracts or documents signed for business, then she must come to me herself, and not bother you when you have your own work to do." He informed the young man who smiled with relief. That was close.
"I'll tell her that," he said on the way out closing the door shut behind him.
He leaned against the wall outside and took out his mobile phone, dialling the number and speaking into the small device.
"I got it." he said, not bothering with a hello, as he'd just spoken to her a moment ago, ".Yeah sweetie.'Plan B' has started."