The funeral was short, and held that Wednesday. I was out of Raw that coming Monday but I was allowed to sit backstage, I had found somwthing while looking through my fathers study back home.
Something I hadn't expected to find,a nd it was bothering me.
Jed and me arranged the funeral and cried with each other, its funny. The two that should hate him so much cried the hardest. It hurt like hell but Shawn, Kev, Scott, Hunt, and Mark were by my side the whole way.
I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest as I stood beside the door to Vince McMahon's office, I wore a baseball cap on my head, cowgirl boots, blue jeans and Shawn's HBK shirt.
It was after the shower and all thw guys were in the locker room, I was waiting on Vince to talk about coming back to Raw next Monday, I had to find a way to fight through the pain.
I had to find a way to deal with it.
Vince approached and I gave a nod "I'm here to talk about my match for Monday" I said as he opened up the door to his office, I walked in after him and shut the door.
"You dont have a match. I'm giving you a few weeks off. When this hits you I dont need you wrestling."
"I need to be out in that ring or else I am going to go crazy. Do you want that? I can't wait to see the headlines on that."
He gave a hhalf smile "I dont need you out there, Morrinon. I need you to stay out of the ring for awhile, maybe in a few months I can bring you back in" he said and crossed his arms as he looked at me.
I just stared at him.
"Look. I'm not gonna be ...nice about it. I'm tired of playing nice with you. Put me in that damn ring Monday or so help me God I will make you regret it. I will show the reporters what I found that connects you to my parents, Vince."
He just stared at me.
"Do it. That just mean more publicity. More views. Dont think that just because you found something means that I am going to be more kind towards you."
"Well then, dont think that just because I found out doesnt mean I won't make your life a living hell. I will amke you feel guilt and I will continue to hate you for many reasons" I said and looked in my messanger bag, I pulled out the copy I had made of the paper I had found in my dads deska nd threw it on his desk "Give me my damn match."
"Fine. Tag Team Match, I will fix up and let you know. But when you fail your tag team partner I will laugh."
I glared at hima nd turned on my heel to grab te doorknob, I froze half way and looked back at him.
"You knew the moment I walked into your office who I was, let me tell you something Vincent Kennedy McMahon. I am not your daughter. My father died, you are nothing to me."
As I said this he dragged out the birth certificate with his name on it and I went out the door, slamming it behind me.
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