Disclaimer: I only own Nero Anthony Hardy, Jessica Danvers, Courtney, Misty, and Melinda. WWE is owned by Vince McMahon.
Chapter Seven:
Jessica sighed. She looked up at the tall building. WWE Headquarters. Taking a deep breath she walked forward trying not to trip over the many steps to the glass door. She took a deep breath before taking the silver handle and opening the door. She looked around. There was a lot of space, she noticed a metal detector and froze. Were they serious? Then again, you never who would come in here and shoot holes into people. She walked to the front desk.
"World Wrestling Entertainment Headquarters, how may I help you?" the secretary asked in a preppy voice that made Jessica sick because she couldn't understand why anyone would be so preppy this early. It was 9 O'clock and she was ready to handle her business.
"I would like to talk with Mr. McMahon."
"Vince or Shane?"
"Vince."
"Ah, the head cheese." Jessica tried not to laugh. "Do you have an appointment?"
Jessica stomped her brown cowboy boot on the floor. The heel clicked with the ground. "No."
"Well, I'm sorry but you can't see him."
"I need to see him. It's important."
"You can't. I'm under strict rules." She pushed her blonde hair to the side.
"Well change them!" Jessica screamed, her voice echoed.
"If you don't leave I'll be forced to call security."
"If you call security I'll be forced to kick your ass." Jessica smirked.
"I…I…what?" the secretary was speechless. No one has ever disrespected her before. "You want to see Mr. McMahon right?"
"No, I'm standing here for my freakin health!"
"Well you won't see him acting like a bitch."
"Well too bad, because it's what I do best."
"Is there a problem here ladies? Because the last time I checked: I was the bitch. Thee bitch!" a voice said from behind, Jessica turned. It was Stephanie McMahon-Levesque.
"Mrs. Levesque, I'm here to speak to your father but I don't have an appointment."
"You're Razor right?"
Jessica nodded.
"Ah, you don't need one. Daddy's been wanting to sign you himself. Bridgette I'll take it from here." Stephanie smiled. "Come on, I'll take you to him. Heading up there myself."
Jessica smiled. "Thanks, do we have to go thru the metal detectors?"
The other women laughed, "No way, I never do and I trust you don't have a gun or weapon."
They walked straight to an elevator. "Dad's office is on the top floor, which is floor 23." as they got onto the elevator they were completely silent.
"Stephanie?" Jessica asked.
Stephanie turned to her, "Yes?"
"Do you think your dad's going to sign me?"
"Why wouldn't he? He's been wanting to sign you for a while. He was happy when he got your phone number."
"I denied him. Twice."
Stephanie was about to answer the younger women when the elevator rang. Jessica's heart beat faster as she recognized the man who got onto the elevator.
"Jeff!" replied Stephanie giving him a hug.
"Steph." Jessica turned to her side blocking her face from view.
"Oh, Jeff! I want you to meet…" Stephanie turned towards Jessica. "I never got your real name, and why are you turned to your side."
Jeff looked the girl up and down, but stopped on her butt. He couldn't help but think baby got back.
Jessica turned to face Jeff. "Jessica…"
"Jeff, looks like I'm seeing you everywhere."
"You two know…each other?" Stephanie was completely lost.
"We did." Jessica stopped and looked down. "Once."
Stephanie wanted to leave the touchy subject alone. "What are you doing here Jeff?"
"Vince wanted to see me."
The elevator than dinged once more as all three of them exited the elevator.
Stephanie led Jessica to a desk. "Rachel, tell Daddy that Jessica is here. She wants to discuss the contract."
Rachel nodded. "Right on it, Mrs. Levesque."
"Have a seat, Jessica. This is where I leave you."
Jessica turned and walked to a seat in the small waiting area. Jeff sat next to her.
"What are you doing here?"
"Not happy to see me?"
"I'm always happy to see you."
"Why do I think you're lying right now?"
Jeff chuckled. He looked at Jessica, he wished that it didn't have to be like this. That they can be together with her like when they were in Cameron. Then again, he remembered their last conversation. She had lied and said she was pregnant. She didn't look pregnant and sure as hell didn't have a kid with her. Yeah, she was a liar… maybe it was because she wanted him to stay? He didn't know the reason behind it. Yet, he couldn't help but wonder to find out.
"Ms. Danvers!" called Rachel from her desk. "Mr. McMahon would like to see you now."
"Good luck." Jeff's country accent showed as he whispered the words to her. Chills went down her spine.
She walked straight to Vince's office door and knocked. "Come in."
She opened the door and walked in.
"Have a seat." she did as she was told. The leather chair was very comfortable she noted.
"Ms. Danvers. I'm glad that you've reconsidered. May I ask why?"
"Honestly. I don't know." Jessica answered truthfully. "I needed a change of scenery. I've never liked NYC, so, I need to get away."
"Why didn't you like NYC?" He wondered, she was a pretty young lady and it was a big city.
"I was born there and used to live there when I was little. Memories, I just can't shake."
He nodded. "So, what would you like to be included on your contract?"
"Well, Mr. McMahon. I want to be used. No bikini contest, I don't want to be eye candy. I may be sexy or whatever but that's not me. I wrestle because I love it, not because I want to look good."
"Understandable." was Vince's answer.
"I think I will sign you."
"Really?" Jessica asked, she was surprised because she denied him twice.
"Of course, third time's a charm, right?"
"Yeah. Third time's a charm."
He smiled. He could tell she was going to fit in. "I think that we might want to put you on the RAW brand."
"Raw is good."
"Yes, there's the women's title there. As for a gimmick…"
"I like Razor actually."
"Razor?" she nodded.
"Alright, what's your finisher?"
"Razor's Edge."
"I think that as your character progresses we might want to put you with someone. As a team, a male perhaps. We'll have to see."
"Mr. McMahon, how long is this contract for?" she wondered.
"I was thinking three years." he replied. "Is that good?"
Sighing, Jessica replied, "I have some conditions. I get to bring my son and my best friend who's his home school teacher with me on the road."
"Done."
"Also, Mr. McMahon. I want the right to quit when ever I want."
Vince looked at the women. She wasn't like any other person that he signed or J.R signed before. She wanted the best for herself and her child. He could tell. Slowly, he nodded.
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Nearly two hours later, Jessica immerged from the office with a smile on her face. She noticed Jeff sitting there talking on his cell phone.
Jeff looked up and they locked eyes. He stood and walked over. "Took you long enough. Why are you smilin'?"
"Well, Jeffery." she smirked, he hated being called that. "Let's just say. I'll see you on RAW." she pushed past him a skip almost in her step.
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"Did you hear that?" Jeff asked the person he was chatting to on his cell.
"Yeah, bro. Don't get any ideas. I have a feeling you don't want to mix with her anymore."
"Why not?"
"Jeff, she's changed, you've changed. Besides, I used to love her like a sister. She lied to us. She said she was pregnant. She wasn't. It took you so long to get over her. Now, even though she's here. You still have to move on." was his brother's reply.
"Better said than done."
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Once out of the Headquarters Jessica took out her phone and dialed Misty's cell phone.
"Hello? NERO DON'T YOU DARE! LEAVE THE FISH ALONE!" she yelled.
"Mist…what the hell is going on?" Jessica asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Jess? Your son is out of control! He's about to eat the fish! NERO STOP! MELINDA GET HIM!"
"We don't have fish…"
"Well, I don't know where he got the fish from! Melinda isn't being any help either!" Suddenly Jessica heard a big boom, glass breaking and Melinda screaming like she was in a scary movie.
"I'm almost afraid to ask."
"Then don't. Did you sign the contract?" Misty rushed to get the answer.
"Yes."
"Good, then see you when you get home. Oh, and please make it fast!"
"Mist? Misty?" Jessica took the phone away from her ear and stared at it. Misty had hung up.