Being a teenage is a wonderful thing, growing up is such a wonderful thing. You experience new emotions, you smooth out all the rough edges into who you become as an adult. Over night it was as if it seemed that my body just changed. All the sudden I had breast,hips and a great ass, I definately had the body of a woman. Even though I was only sixteen, I looked alot older then sixteen. It really didn't help that my parents allowed me to act alot older then I was as well. That's one mistake I will not make with my children is to allow them to act older then what their age is. It's a receipe for trouble no question about it. No matter with my parents permission or not I still I did what I wanted to do. Which at the time I thought was the greatest thing sort of gave myself my own independence. My dad's company for the last few years had expanded greatly. Instead of the small dirty places that our shows normaly were held, daddy's ruthless business practices had him now doing shows in actualy arena's. Place like Boston, New York, L.A, Miami as long as the city had a arena that's where we held show cased entravaganza. Gone were the simple days of tiny bar rooms used as dressing rooms, or getting the locals to sponsor events at the local armory. No more did our guys have to wrestle a small second rate bars looking to pack the drunken marks in by adding sports entertainment to their bill boards. Those days were well past us, as Sports Entertainment became more main stream. But I also began to notice something. The guys that I grew up watching roll around, jumping from the top rope of the ring were being treated like rock stars. Any city that we went to there were people in hotel lobbys wanting autographs from them. It was something to see that girls would scream as if these guys were bon jovi, Poison or something. Truly they have come along way, and deserved every bit of recongition that they were now recieving.

Cameron was a sophmore at N.Y.U,and I was on track to graduate school in record time. I was taking advance standing course in order to receive enough credits to graduate by the end of may. My dad had told me that if I could pull this off he would buy me any car I wanted as a gift. Definately not a bad insentive to a sixteen year old materialistic girl. A promise of a new car for doing so well, if that isn't enough to make you want to hit the books nothing is. Randomly I'd update my dad on the progress I was making with my classes, dropping hints about how well I was doing in them, and how I really wanted a mustang convertible. Didn't really matter the color of it just as long as it was new and all mine. My dad had just gotten his new headquaters, so I decided to stop by as there were just a few weeks left of the year, and I had great news. The task I had set out to do, providing I completed my exams was a success. Daddy's little girl was going to end her high school days at the tender age of sixteen. It was an achievement I was pretty damn proud of myself. The bus dropped me off just a half of a block down from headquaters. I relished in the fact that I could tell my dad that I he would have to buy me my car. Back then a car meant two things to me, first and most important one freedom to go where ever, when ever I pleased. Second was the fact I could rub it in Cameron's face that I graduated high school earlier then I should have.

Once I reached the building the excitement started to build up. I walked up to the secretary's desk where a temp was sitting not my dads normal women racheal who was out on a maternity leave. She was on what seemed to be a personal phone call. She held her index finger up to me mouthing "One minute, cutie pie" I laughed, and pushed the disconnect button. Who the hell did she think she was? Brandi James Griffen waits for no one, and certainly not some peon that was only a temporary not reguarly employed by my dad. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head, I stood there arrogant as all hell "Now that I have your attention, Please buzz my dad and tell him that his daughter is here to see him" I knew she was angry with what I just did, but didn't matter much. She called into my dad's office "Mr. Griffen, Your little princess is here to see you." "Send her in, in about a minute, I'm in a meeting right now." "Sure thing, Sir". She looked at me "You heard your farther." I said nothing just rolled my eyes and sat on the soft black leather couch,waiting.

After a few moments Keith Drews the now heavy weight Champion of Old School Wrestling came out. Keith had always been a good looking guy six foot 2 blonde long hair to his shoulders. Once I noticed him, I stood up, and fixed by skirt a bit. Keith smiled a bit then came over and hugged me "God, Brandi you just get prettier everytime I see you girl." I was so flattered and was hoping that my cheeks didn't turn to red "Thanks, you seem well" Keith smiled widened "Yes, I'm very well. Had a nice little talk with your dad, things really couldn't get much better." "Always nice to see when a decent guy actualy gets something good out of life." Keith rans his hands through his hair "Hey, I do what I can. So what brings you this way? Looking for more ways to get yourself into trouble?" I couldn't help but laugh, just as I couldn't resist putting my arms around his waist, and looking up at him batting my goregous blue eyes "I'm always looking for ways to get into trouble, especialy when it's really good, fun stuff." Keith looked a bit uneasy "You know Brandi, You really have grown up to be a beautiful girl." I giggled as I backed away just enough for him to get a real good look at me "oh you think so?" Just then my dad came out of his office. I guess just in time for Keith, but way too soon for me "Brandi, what brings you here?" I pretended to be shocked that my dad didn't know I was there "Daddy, I left a message for you earlier. I wanted you to know after school I would be coming to you, so I could tell you something." My dad raised his eye brow, slightly glaring at me "Tell me what?" I took a deep breath, and approched my dad "That in just three short weeks, providing I pass all my exams, Your daughter will be graduating high school." The pride on my dad's face just radiated. He didn't give out many compliments so when he did, well you knew that what you did really was exemplary "That's wonderful Brandi" Dad walked over and lightly kissed my forehead "I never doubted you for a moment."

I closed my eyes from the minute my dads lips touched my forehead. I wanted to remember the exact way I felt at the moment when I heard my dad say those words to me "Thanks daddy, that really means alot of me." I stood there for a minute then reminded him "So, when do I get my mustang?" Dad shook his head "Is that what you really want?" I stood on my tip toes, and put my head on his shoulder as Keith watched trying not to laugh "Yes, I want a candy apple red one, with a spoiler and drop top." Dad touched the top of my head "Ok, a deal is a deal. Tomorrow we'll go pick out your car." I hugged my dad tightly "Thank you, thank you, daddy." My dad pushed me away a bit, and sternly said "Don't thank me, Brandi, I bribed you. I told you that I would buy you something if you did what you set out to do. If you did it for only yourself, and then told me, then I offered to buy a car for your good work, well then you could thank me." Figures my dad had to ruin a perfectly good moment "Still, what matters Brandi is that you set a goal, and worked hard to get your reward. Sometimes in life if you know what you'll receive it's easier to push yourself. I'm still impressed." I wasn't really sure what to say to that "It means alot to me that your proud." It was really all I could say "And, sweetheart I am proud, but I do have to get back to work. Keith do me a favor, and take Brandi home." Keith looked at the floor mumbling "will do, Boss." Dad nodded "Excellent" Then turned me "Nice work, I'll see you later." Dad returned to his office, as I stood there looking at Keith. He took the keys out of his pocket then twirled them around his fingers "Are you about read?" I looked at him as if he was crazy "Ofcourse I am, it's not like I have anything else to do here." "Then let's go" we headed towards the doors.

As a good mannered Southern boy, born and raised in the heart of North Carolina Keith opened my door for me. Little things like that you just can't get enough of. There has always been something damn sexy about a southern gentlemen. The certain way he talks, a southern twang is so adorable. I know I could have listened to Keith talk nearly all day. Unfortunately he really wasn't much of a talker, he was more on the shy side. So you really had to sometimes dig a conversation out of him. We reached his car a modest oldsmobile cutless faded blue, and he unlocked my door then opened it. I got in, and he gentley shut the door. As Keith walked around the car I leaned over to unlock his door. He opened up the door then smiled as he got in "You know Brandi, if you were a date of mine,then you would have passed the test." I wasn't too sure about what he meant at all. I never really had been a date officialy, sure boys liked me. Hell alot of boys liked me, but I had more important things to think about. Like getting out of high school and getting my damn car. I wonder if I should say anything, then I couldn't help myself "Test? You give your dates tests?" I laughed a bit. He leaned started the car then began to drive "Well sure, it's sounds dumb sorta, but it makes perfect since. You see if your date reaches over to unlock your door, it means she's probably not to selfish, but if she doesn't, well it means that she could be very high maintenance." I had to give him that it did make since. I just shrugged a bit "I guess I never thought of it that way." then turned my head to look out the window. Keith continued to explain "It's just that things that people don't think matter do. Like handicap doors." I had to stop him there "What? Handicap doors?" "Exactly, hear me out. When you have a mannual door or electric door to go through which one do you take?" I thought for a second " I guess the electronic door." Keith chuckled "Right, see I never do. I always take the door that I have to open." "Really?" He looked at me so serious "Always, because you never know when you won't be able to do open that door for yourself." My eyes shifted a bit, then I perked up "Yes, but you never know how many peoples dirty hands have touched that door." Keith just shook his head "Same goes for the other door." Fuck he had me there.

We pulled up to my house and I knew that I just didn't want this to end "Do you want to come inside, and I'll make you something to eat?" Keith looked a bit surprised "You cook?" I playfully hit him "Yes, I can cook fool. So do you want to come in or not?" "Sure, I suppose for a bit." Keith and I have always been close. Ever since I first started sneeking away from my beauty pageants, and would go down to where the boys trained. There was a definate unspoke bond between us. I opened the front door, and we both went in. Normaly one of the first things I would do besides checking the answering machine was go change my school clothes. Not today though, see I went to a catholic school. You know the whole button down white collar shirts, and the blue plaid skirts. I dare you now...right now name a man where one of his fantasy isn't a naughty little school girl. So I decided for today to keep it on, hell I even inched it up a little higher then it normally would have been. I walked past our answering machine, there was one message so I hit play "Hey, who ever gets this, it's Cam...." I earsed it right away. Keith looked at me weird "Didn't you want to listen what he had to say?" I laughed "Hell no, Cameron only calls when he wants money. His lazy ass needs to learn what it's like to go get a job." Keith leaned over and whispered as he walked pass me "Yeah, says the girl who's daddy is buying her a new car." I jogged to catch him "Not fair, in a way I worked for that car. Cameron is borderline on being kicked out, because his grades are so terrible. Besides it's not like I won't tell me dad about it. I'll just say Cameron called and was bitching so call him back." Keith pulled out one of our kitchen chairs "I hope my brother had never earsed any of my messages like that when I called." I opened the fridge and got a pitcher of lemmon aid "Brother? I thought you were the only child. Is lemmon aid ok?" Keith turned side ways to face me "sure, it's fine, and yeah my brother just turned eighteen his name is Matt." I poured the drinks then went over to the table. I set Keith's drink infront of him then jumped up on the table crossing my legs "Hmmm, are you close?" "Very close, I was so thrilled when I knew that I was going to have a brother. I thought it was the greatest thing, having your own partner in crime. You know someone you can always depend on when everyone else says you suck and turns away from you." we both sipped our drinks. I really wish I could have related to that, but I couldn't. Cameron and I were close, but when push came to shove he would sell me out any chance he got.

Keith pushed his chair back a bit to distance himself from me. I decided that he wasn't getting off that easily, I wanted to make him count the minutes till he saw me again. I was so completely attracted to him, I was feeling things that I haven't felt before. I think he felt the same way but didn't want to give in. There was a seven year age differnce between us. Now a days that doesn't seem like that big of a deal, but no matter which way you choose to look at it sixteen and twentythree is just wrong. Ask me if I cared? Hell no, I didn't fucking care at all. It was a good way for me trying to figure out exactly how much I could get away with. It was actualy pretty fun watching him lick his lips, and squirming in his chair. Sort of gave me a real since of power. I looked at him for a minute then stretched "So, what would you like me to make you?" Keith held on to his drink and put his hands between his legs "Something small, I really shouldn't stay long." I hopped down from the table "Do you want a sandwhich?" "That's fine with me." I went to the fridge and took out some cold cuts, then looked back "Mustard, Manoise?" Keith's face scrunched up "I hate mustard, no way." I could help but laugh at the face he made. It was the same one a three year old would make when they hated something "ok, does the bread matter too?" He inched his back closer to the table "nope, not picky about bread, but whole wheat if you have it." I pulled out the whole wheat bread, and made his sandwhich. I went to get a plate from the cabinet to put it on, and my mom recently was having the cabinets re-done, so the shelf that the plates normaly were wasn't complete, which meant the plates were higher up then normal. Standing on my tip toes I reached up, not knowing that when I reached for the plate my skirt inched up as well showing the bottom half of my butt. I grabbed the plate, then turned around only to see keith's head quickly turn away "Want some?" Keith gulped "um,,," I grabbed a bag of chips "plain, salt and vingar, barbque which ones?" Keith let out a deep breath of relief "right, right um plain is fine." I put some chips in the plate then made my way towards the table.

I kept my eyes on Keith the whole time while I was walking to the table. One thing my mom did teach me was eye contact. It's harder for someone to say no to you if you're always making some form of contact with them. I set the plate down infront of him, then hopped up on the table next to him. Keith looked up then point next to him "You know there are five other chairs" I crossed my legs, then ran my hand down the front of my leg "I'm aware" He picked up half of the sandwhich and took a bit then leaned back. This was going to be fun, I leaned forward a bit "Is it so wrong that I want to sit as close to you as I can?" he closed his eyes for a minute then swallowed "You really shouldn't talk like that." I inched my way to the edge of the table "I could sit on your lap, if you want." I was twirling a piece of my hair around my finger. Keith tried to look away from me, but I knew that he couldn't stop looking at me. Once again he pushed his chair away from the table a bit "that's ok Brandi, you just stay there." No, he just didn't say that. I was not going to let him tell me what to do. I hopped down from the table, and walked over to him "See I would if I thought you meant that, but I know that you don't." As I was standing infront of Keith, I un did the first three buttons on my shirt then opened it abit.

I straddled him in the chair wrapped my legs around the back "Brandi, this is not a good idea at all. Do you even understand how old I am?" I softly ran my hand my the side of his face "Do you really think I care?" Keith pushed me back a bit, but I leaned in close, and placed my head against his so our noses touched. I slide my hand down his arms, and held his hand "Don't you want to kiss me?" Keith started to breathe heavy, and closed his eyes "Please, don't make this hard for me." But hard was exactly what this was going to be. I lifted his hand, and put it under the back of my skirt. I wanted him to touch me more then anything "Keith, open your eyes." He sat there at my mercy. Slowly he opened his eyes, I wasted no time at all and kissed him. I slightly backed away and looked at him "So now what?" Keith looked at me while I flipped my wavy long carmel colored hair to the side. He seemed a bit frozen, so I moved in again to kiss him. Only this time he firmly pulled me close to him. I started kissing down his neck and rubbing his upper thighs "Want to take this some place else?" I waited for a response. Just then as my luck would have it I heard "Brandi, I'm home." ofcourse this would be my luck. I stood up then turned around to see my dad walking in the kitchen. Keith wiped my lip gloss from his lips then pulled his chair close to the table, and began to eat his sandwhich as if nothing happened. Daddy seemed a bit surprised to still see him there"Oh, Keith decided to hangout for a bit? Don't you have somewhere else to be son?" I didn't give Keith a chance to answer those questions. Instead I smiled and happily hugged my dad "Daddy, stop we were both hungry, and I know how you are about wasting money, So I told Keith that I'd make him something. You really should be proud that I didn't spend money on going out to eat." I stood on my tip toes and kissed my dad's cheek "And see you think I don't pay attention to when you talk." My dad shook his head then put his arm around me. "Yes, you do surprise me every now and again."

Ofcourse I did my dad never gave me the credit he should have. I knew exactly what to say when I needed to. Dad walked to the table standing next to Keith, then pulling out a chair "Ready for the big night?" Keith finished chewing the last of his sandwhich and nodded "Always ready to put on a good show Mr. Griffen." Dad reached over patting Keith's back "Good, boy." I stood watching tapping my foot it was like my dad knew or something damn him. A few very awkward moments passed then Keith stood up and looked at me "Brandi, thanks for the sandwhich" then he looked at my dad "Boss, I'll see you tomorrow, have a good night." extending his hand my dad shook Keith's good night. Then Keith walked out of the kitchen and left the house. I was so annoyed by all of this, I got him to nearly give in. But ofcourse with impeccable timing it was all shot to hell thanks to my dad. It's not like I go walking in on his good time when he's in his office or hotel with some tramp. I began to walk out of the room when dad called to me "Sweetie come here" he pulled the chair next to him out, and patted the seat "What do you say we go and look for your car tonight?" I sat next to my dad excited as hell. That was probably one of the only things he could have said to me to make up for what he interrupted "You mean it?" He placed his hand on my knee "I mean it, go upstairs and change then we'll head out." I stood up and saluted my dad "Yes, sir" I pushed in my chair quickly. As I pushed my chair in, I noticed dad looking at me "Brandi, does your school have a dress coded?" I laughed at him asking such a stupid question "Daddy, you know they do, I'm wearing the uniform aren't I?" Dad got up from the table then walked by me and leaned in "Yes, I know pumpkin, but isn't there a required length? I think your skirt maybe just a bit too short. Fix it, or people may start talking." Nervously I laughed, then shrugged my shoulder and run up stairs to change. The situtation I almost got caught in was avoided. I was almost certain that my dad suspected nothing, and I was very certain the next time Keith wasn't be able to resist me, Mission accomplished, for now.

Later when dad and I came home my mom was waiting in the living room for us. Now any chance I got to prove to my mom how intelligent I am, I always took it. Mom has always used the dim witt rountine all of her life. She felt that men didn't want a woman they feared. The world to Brianna was "Men want to be in charge, they never want a woman who they feel will take the lead over them. Awoman to back up her man no matter what. You let them do what ever they want even if it's cheating. If they come back to you with important and expensive jewerly then you know they're yours." Twisted way of looking at the world right? But my mom truly belived it with all her heart and soul. To an extent some of her ramblings made since, she had some points. I do believe a woman should back her man, but vice versa as well. I believed a man and woman should work as a team to support each other. I didn't believe that a woman should undyingly love a man, then let him loose and turn a blind eye to his unfaithfulness. Even if he does come back with expensive jewerly, jewerly never makes cheating right. Good ole mom though lived by that, and ofcourse my dad was more then willing to spring for four carrott diamond earring when the unfaithful bug bit him. Like I was saying though, when ever I got to prove to my mom that I accomplished something, I would. She sat on our couch filing down her nails. I walked in the living room, and sat on our love seat. Dad just walked by going straight to his office to work. After all my dad was a workaholic, I was very lucky that he spent a few hours car shopping with me. I suppose it was his own way of showing his pride for what I accomplished.

Mom looked at me with my unremovable smile, then tossed her nail file on the table "What the hell are you so happy about?" I sat on the love seat swinging my legs a bit like a little kid "oh, just the fact that I'm graduating in three weeks." I could tell that she was in disbelief "You're kidding?" "Not kididing at all." I leaned back, and put my hands in back of my head "You may tell me how proud you are of me anytime you're ready." Not to be rude but mom wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. I knew I'd have to tell her in words that she would understand. I leaned forward and with that smartass tone to my voice slowly spoke "Mom, I'm graduating high school in three short weeks." then an enormous smile came across my face as I finished my sentence. My mom stood up then went to walk out of the room, before she did she turned her head and looked over her shoulder "Well, isn't that wonderful for you, but it's not like you'll make more money off your brain. Don't forget it's the good looking people that get ahead in this world." she looked forward then walked completely out of the room. I wasn't exactly sure which of the following two aggrivated her more. The fact that I was leaving high school way earlier then I intended on, or my tone of voice that I used when I told her my news. Either way I really didn't care which one it was. I wasn't about to let that upset me in the slightest way not tonight. Truth is I was glad about her reaction, I would have hated if she faked happiness for me. This way I knew atleast her reaction to my news was honest, which was unusual for her. Besides that I felt a sense of complishment inside of me, I set out to do something and achieved.

The next few days I did more then my fair share of bragging. I felt that I earned the right to blow my own horn. I'm guessing that my dad did as well, being that he never once told me to shut up when I'd start gloating. I do wish that my mother would have been a bit more proud, but when someone is jelous it does crazy things to them. Over those few days though, I didn't have time to think about how my mom felt. We were in the process of getting ready for yet another pay per view extravaganza. Keith was going to defend his title against "The Beast". Pay Per Views were always hectic, truth is as soon as one was finished the process to put on another one is already in progress. It was mainly the promotion push that was felt the week of. Cameron and I were trusted with alot of these tasks, to make sure the production was running smooth. Mainly it was Cam's job to supervise the project, and catch mistakes when they were made. My job seemed to be watching to make sure Cameron caught all the mistakes, so things would go off without a hitch. Re-check things, over and over that way you never have to worry, seems simple enough.

When the night of the Pay per view arrived I made sure that I was early. I always wanted to be the first one to show up. Still no matter how early I came to the arena my dad always was there first. I use to think that he slept there sometimes. That the crew would set the ring up, and he slept inside it. Because there would be times that I would show up at 11am, and low and behold there was daddy. Always busy with a phone call or his secretary following him jotting the days events down. He wanted to be informed of everything that was going on. Funny story, I remember once lunch was delivered to the arena. Everyone gathered into the empty room that was set aside. The table was full with differnt things, cold cuts, rolls, pasta, differnt kinds of salads. My dad took a roll then split it down the middle, he walked over to one of the dishes, then spooned in from the tray what he thought was chicken salad. It turned out to be tuna salad instead, even though the tab in the dish said "chicken." I remember daddy picking it up, then smelling it. He took a tiny bit then spit it out, dad wasn't a tuna salad kind of man. Anyway he walked over to the table, and removed the dish. He did order both, but only one was delivered for us. Daddy called up the caterer firmly speaking to him. Not too long after speaking to my dad, the caterer was at the arena with a two new dishes, and yes one was indeed chicken salad. But he refunded my dad's money for his inconvience. I always found that to be funny, since that doesn't happen often. Most of the time you're lucky if you get an apology from them, maybe a discount for a percentage off if you decide to use their services again. Dad just always knew just what to say to get what he wants. Even something simple as the wrong food being brought to us.

Still things were on a very fast pace as always. Radio contest winners there who won a meet and greet from their local station. I never was fond of the meet and greets before a show. I felt it took away the attention and focus that should have been put on the show away. Keith was in the middle of his meet and greet along with one of our up and coming tag teams "The unstoppables" . I walked by trying to hold back some of my laughter. Keith looked at me, as I was trying not to giggle at some of the people he mouthed "Be nice" but I couldn't help myself. There was just something funny about someone wearing your T-shirt, and telling you that they love you. It was very hard at that time for me to think people could feel these emotions only from seeing a character you portray on television. As close minded as that sounds remember I still was only sixteen. Fans having emotional attachment was something completely over my head. I just walked by then slowly looked back over my shoulder as I headed toward the ring. My job was suppose to be to make sure the roadies set the ring up correctly. That every rope was tight and such, but I just sat at the top of the ramp looking out at a place just last night played by U2. It amazed me that we were now going to entertain here, and that the tickets for our event sold out fast the U2's. I've always believed the wrestling business was larger then it was given credit for. Probably because some people didn't want to admit to watching it. Thinking that it's a trailor park sport, and saying that you were a fan made people think you were not intelligent. Which always brings many back to the wrestling is fake argument. Anyway, I sat there every so often watching the crew set up, but mainly looking around at the empty seats. Knowing that in a few short hours they would be filled with people chanting, and holding up signs for their favorite superstar.

As I sat there in my daze, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Looking up standing in back of me was Keith. He sat next to me the second I looked up at him "Whatcha doing cutie?" I shrugged my shoulders "eh, Cameron told me that I had to make sure the ring is set up right." Keith laughed a bit "Yeah, I think maybe he just wanted you out of his hair." I smiled and nudged Keith in his stomach "So, you came to bug me now that your meet and greet is over?" I couldn't help but say "meet and greet" sarcasticaly. Keith looked a bit disappointed at me "I know you don't understand the point behind meet and greets" "Nope, I really can't say I do. Autograph signings at sports stores fine, at car show whatever, but the night of a show. I just don't think it's fair at all not when you should be relaxing and preparing." Keith turned to me "Brandi, people want to feel like they are part of something bigger then themselves. Be it a wrestler, baseball or football player. Sometimes it's the closest way for them to feel like they are a connect to something great." I rolled my eyes "Sure, I guess, so then why did you leave?" Keith stood up "It was over, and this is something I do as often as I can." He walked to the top of the ramp. I got up, and stood next to him looking down at center stage "What annoy me?" he laughed, then looked around. Then he pointed "You know as high up as that seems, you can still notice a fan of yours from that far away." I raised my eyebrow "right." Keith walked half way down the ramp "No, you really can. I was amazed by that the first time, you see a sign or hear someone scream for you." He stopped then did a full circle looking around "This place gets so loud, I love hearing the pop when my name is announced. Do you realize that we fill places like this now, nightly?" I smiled at him, as I walked closer to him I could see the little boy living his dream. Him standing there knowing that he did what he set out to do "You always get one of the loudest pops of the night. Tonight won't be any differnt, they love you." I reached out, and took his hand. Keith nodded "Yeah, it's a great feeling. Maybe if you practice enough, you'll understand it someday." "Nah," I shook my head. Keith smirked "Brandi I know how you love wresling." "Yeah, I do, but I don't want them to love me." Keith looked confused. I leaned forward, then stood on my tip toes to whisper in his ear "I want them to love to hate me."

I walked by Keith, then reached the bottom of the ramp I shouted "Introducing from Miami, Florida "wrestling's Goddess" Brandi James." I smiled and sauntred up the steel steps. I stood there as if I was posing for the thousands of flashes I imagined going off. Keith jogged to the ring, then hopped up on the aproan, and held to ropes for me "Don't get use to this." I stepped through the stood in the middle of the finished ring. Keith went under the second rope, and stood near me pointing "And if you tell anyone that I did that for you...I'll deny it, I never ever hold a rope for anyone." We both started laughing. I walked from one corner to the other " I can just hear the boos now." Keith jumped up one of the corners of the ring " I can't believe you want them to hate you." I did a little strut over to keith. I stood infront of him and rubbed his knee "Why not? They have to hate someone, right?" "Sure, I guess they do." I didn't care if he thought I was crazy. I never wanted to be a face at all to me that was boring "So, teach me something." Keith jumped down "Like what?" "Well what do you have time for?" he looked at his watch"not a whole lot." He paused for a moment. The slid past me "ok, grab my arm." I reached with my right hand for his arm. Keith smacked down my hand "See, that's your first mistake." I glared at him "what reaching?" "No, you always work from your left. Watch some tapes later on, and you'll see that you always work from your left." "Alright then let me try again." "Ok, but this time whip me across." I nodded. As I reached for keith's arm, I heard Cameron "Brandi, stop fooling around!" we both looked up at me. Anytime Cameron could act like the boss he sure as hell did "Keith, you need to get ready. As for you, little sister, I have a ton of things for you to do." I hated having to answer to Cameron. Keith and I looked at each other "Come on" he nudged his head. I didn't say a thing fearing Cameron may tell my dad. So we just left the ring, and headed up the ramp "teach me more later?" I whisper to keith "sure thing" he said winking at me.

Pulling at list from his back pants pocket Cameron handed it to me. Keith just waved as he went towards the back to get ready. Cameron pointed "now everything you did today check off, and everything you didn't do then get it done." I crossed my arms "And just what do you plan to do?" Cameron patted me on the top of my head "Don't worry about me, I'll be busy enough." he laughed as he walked away. I fucking hated when he did that telling me not to worry about him. He would be busy enough alright trying to get himself laid by some ring rat. Well hell with that, I wasn't about to do his damn work for him. I looked over the paper and knew I did everything on the list so I crumbled it then tossed the paper to the side. Walking back stage I saw my dad. Deciding this was the perfect time to make dad aware of the hard work I've done I called to him "Daddy" he waved to me "Brandi, I don't have time right now." He reached in his pock, and took out his wallet then took out some money "Here, take this and make sure you keep yourself busy." he had some nerve. That didn't stop me from taking it though " I just wanted you to know, that the list Cameron was given that I did everything on it." Dad patted my head, what the fuck was it with those to and patting the top of my head, but still he did it as well "Good girl" "What? Good Girl? Daddy, I just told you that I did all the stuff on the list." he agreed "Right, I didn't think Cameron could do all that. I'm glad he's learning to delegate. Now I'll talk to you later princess." I took a deep breath. Delegation my ass he always was looking for the easy way out. Cameron's idea of delegation was to get everything he needed to do, then hand it out to everyone else while he did nothing.

As the hours drew closer to the show the crowd started to filter in. Everyone was pulling together to finalize the details for the night, while a few dark matches were going on. The first match to me is just as important as the main event. Sometimes more important if you think about, it's your job to go out there settle the crowd and get them pumped up into the show. Ofcourse if you ask a headliner about that, they'll always deny it. To them the first match is a shit match, only used for the strays waiting to get in as they finish buying their beer. Just as plan things were off to a great start, there weren't too many blown spots. That's always a good thing, although unless it's really bad spot, not many people notice. Usualy the people that do are the die hards or the amatures that want to be where you are. Once the main event drew near, I made sure that I by the ring to watch. Most of the time I stood at the bottom of the ramp with the rest of the backstage crew. Tonight was no differnt, I wanted to make sure I saw the main event. Not just because I had a thing for Keith, but because I loved watching the crowd's reaction to him. It was amazing when he would come out on the top of the ramp. The best way to describe it would be like a rock concernt. You know what I'm talking about, the lights dim a bit, PA system kicks up all the girls start to scream. First time I saw that happen, I actually got goose bumps.

So I waited looking over my shoulder when the lights dimmed, and "Machine Head" by bush blared over the PA system. Keith ran down the ramp, he slid in the ring under the ropes. Then crouched looking over the top left corner of the ring. He always had received decent size pops from the crowd, tonight was not any differnt. Once Masher his opponent entered the ring the few who were sitting rose to their feet. I leaned against the bottom of the ramp watching the fight. I couldn't help but laugh when not even a minute into the match Masher blew the first spot. Ah well, it was so tiny the I'm sure most didn't realize that he wasn't suppose to hook on the ropes. The pace went fairly quick, a bit faster then I thought it would have. I think that Masher was still a bit upset that he wasn't going to win the title. Masher aka Carl Chase, was vastly approaching his forties. Carl had always been very respected by the workers in the back, but was always thought of by management as someone that is one dimensional. It was really too bad, because given the chance to lead the company he would have done great things. But the task of putting the company on his shoulders was Keith's. Daddy felt it's a young man's world, and most wanted to see someone younger at the helm. Besides Keith hasn't been abusing his body for years the way Carl was, and he was eager to take that chair shot or do that ladder match. Anyway once the match ended Keith's hand was raised in victory. Carl took a deep breath almost disgusted then shook his head and began to walk up the ramp. I actualy got a bit teary as Carl made his way towards the back. Extending my hand I touched his shoulder "You were a warrior tonight big man." He smiled then winked at me. Then he went through the curtain, while the celebrating for Keith was still going on in the ring.

Our show was a tremendous success, as it always had been. Not even an hour after the show my dad was walking around babbling about next months show. That was his way, he knew that we had tomorrow as well to get ready for, but still wanted to think about next month. It was a good thing that we were staying in the same city that the Pay Per View was in. Those were the best kind of days, when you were in the same place two days in a row. No travel time to think about, didn't have to worry about a very early wake up call to go drive for a few hours. I loved when it worked out that way, didn't happen that often but when it did you really appreciated it. As I wandered around backstage I saw Keith getting ready to leave the arena, so I called to him "Hey You, you know next time you blow that many spots I'm docking you." Keith got a good chuckle out of it. We had a running joke about how my dad was sort Ike Turner-ish. Everytime someone would mess up, he'd hold up his hand and flash five then another five. So the smart ass he was Keith stood there and did just that "Yes, Miss Brandi." I stood next to Keith as he put his jacket on. He really looked beat, it was probably from not having a day off in the last 3 weeks. Even his days off weren't really his days off, because he was doing the autograph signing. I reached down, and held his hand "You know, I sorta felt bad for Carl tonight." Keith leaned over to me "Yeah, I sorta did too." we both knew that Carl deserved the belt. Unfortunately it's not how things work though, especialy if your not thought of as a money worker. After an awkard pause I asked Keith "So, are you going back to the hotel right now?" "Yeah, I was going to go out, but I just want to relax. Besides once you've been to one hotel bar, you've been to them all." with that said he just laughed.

I stood there for a moment trying to mustar up the courage to ask Keith to go back to the hotel with him "So, which hotel are you staying at?" Keith reached down and swung his black duffle bag over his shoulder "The Radison, why?" I smiled at him. But stayed abit tight lipped since Cameron had just walked by looking at me talking with Keith. Once Cameron was out of ear shot, I spoke again "Oh yeah? Me too." "Cool, I thought your dad would have stayed some place a bit more expensive." I laughed then shook my head "Actually my dad is, but Cameron and I are there." Keith leaned over to me. I closed my eyes as he whispered "It's nice to know that your dad is cheap with his own kids, as well as his workers." I made sure that I opened my eyes quickly "Yeah, well that's dad. He can have all the finer things, but he treats us just like workers." we stood there looking everywhere but at each other. Then Keith started to head out "I guess I'd better take off." He started to walk away, but I walked with him "You know, I could use a ride back to the hotel." Keith stopped then looked at me. He raised his eyebrow "A ride? Are you done here? I mean I'm sure that your dad has some stuff for you to do." I interrupted before he could say anymore "I'm sure he does as well, but I've been busting my ass all day. It's time Cameron did some work instead of handing it out." Keith knew exactly what I meant. He always knew that Cameron was a slacker "Ok, as long as you don't say how you got back." My eyes lit up "Deal, stay right here." I went and grabbed my pocketbook, and quickly hurried back "ok, I'm ready." "Aren't you forgetting something?" I looked around, but knew I had everything that I needed. Then Keith pointed to my shoulders "Your jacket, it's cold outside." I smiled tight lipped and shrugged "oh, I was in a rush, and didn't take one"always the southern gentlemen Keith took his off, and put it around me.

I looked up at him "What about you?" I only asked to be polite. I honestly wasn't concerned about him being cold. Ungrateful yes, I'm aware that it was. All I knew was that I had his jacket around me, and could smell his cologne "Don't worry about me, I'm fine." he said as we started out. We got in the car, and Keith quickly turned on the heat. Then sped out of the parking garage. I kept myself busy playing radio commander as we drove. Once we got close to the hotel Keith turned the volume down so I could hear him "Now, when we get there we'll go around the back entrance, ok?" I looked at him confused "why not through the main lobby?" we pulled into the hotel lot, and parked. Then he turned to me "Because, I don't want anyone who is already in the bar to see us, and besides sometimes fans wait in the lobby." I snickered as I got out of the car "Oh, don't want to be bothered by the fans?" he flicked his wrist backwards setting the rental car alarm. Then opened the door back door near the stairs "Not really, I'm not in the mood. Besides if I can't be nice, I'd rather not deal with the fans." finaly a side to him that showed me that he was human. Up till then I had always thought of Keith as more then rightous the man who always did the right thing. It really made me feel better to see a tiny flaw just to show he wasn't one hundred percent perfect.

We waited for the back elevator for not even half a minute then got in "So, Ms. Griffen which floor?" I tried to be coy "Umm, which one do you think?" all I ended up getting was a snarl "Come on." "tenth floor" he pushed the button "yeah me too." I too a deep breath then leaned back. Once the elevator stopped I followed him out. I was suppose to turn left for my room, but I turned right. He looked over his shoulder "Wow, what are the odds?" slightly I giggled "right, the odds." all I was hoping is that he wasn't going to walk me to a door that wasn't mine to wait for me to go in. Now that would have been completely embarrassing. Instead I waited to walk him to his room, we reached his door, and he pulled his room key from his wallet "which room is yours?" ah the question I was trying to do my best to avoid. I searched around then pointed to the corner room "That one." he slid his key in, and open his door part way "oh, I must have missed you or something this morning." suddenly I heard a door in back of me open up. I stood infront of keith, which wasn't bright since I'm only 5"3 and he was a bit over 6 feet. But I wasn't sure which door, and was hoping it wasn't the door I pointed to. Fortunately it was directly across the hall, again another sigh of relief "So how tired are you?" I asked. He opened his opened his room door all the way "not as tired as I thought I was." now that was just what I wanted to hear "hungry?" he nodded "a bit, why?" "I was thinking maybe we can order room service." he shifted his eyes a bit, almost as if he was trying to figure the time out " I think they stop room service at eleven." he looked down at his watch "And it's just about eleven thrity." it was very cute that he was trying so hard to not invite me in. Like always I wasn't going to give up that easy "Well, the pizza place down the street delivers till midnight. " yep try to out smart me, and you'll loose "would you like to order pizza?" I walked past him into his room "if you really want to." It was that easy. Keith came in the room, and shut the door behind him.

Finaly I had Keith Drews exactly where I wanted him. Sure he didn't feel the exact same way, or he didn't want to admit that he did want me like I wanted him. I sat down on the edge of the bed, and watched Keith look at me, then look at the phone "Watcha doing?" I asked as I leaned back a bit. But he said nothing, and stood infront of the night stand in the middle of the double beds. Then he opened the night stand draw and took out the local phone book. Still not say a word he flipped through the book, and picked up the phone. He dialed the phone, then look at me "So what kind of pizza do you want?" I sat there trying not to get upset at him. I paused then said "Anything but sauge, or anchovie." He smiled then placed an order "Yes, this is room 712 at the Radison on Park View, I'd like to order a large half mushroom and green pepper. Also an order of cheese breadsticks, instead of cola though just bring a liter of water, thanks." he hung up the phone and walked over to the table by the window. I'm not exactly sure why, but at the time I was really insulted. Why didn't he come sit next to me? Suppose it was the age thing, oh well it's not like I was about to let that stop me. I needed to take control of the situation, so I stood up and sauntred over to him "Well, how long?" You just can't help feeling the power in your sexuality when a man can't take his eyes off of you as you walk to him. It was very sweet the way Keith tried to pretend he wasn't interest as he drly said "about the usualy 20 mins, was mushroom and green pepper ok?" "Yes, that's fine with me. So now what do you want me to do with this?" I stood near the table then slid his jacket off my shoulders. Letting it slide half way down, then stopping wrapping it around me "Or, maybe I'll just keep it. What do you think?" "I think I paid too much for that jacket, and will need it back." he put his hand on my arm then pulled his jacket carefuly off my arm. I turned around and let him get the other side of the jacket, then watched it drop to the floor "Now is that any way to take care of your stuff?" he shrugged "Probably not, but it's not like the floor is dirty, so it's all good." typical guy answers. That's just what I liked about him though, he definatlely wasn't like the rich boys that hopelessly tried to make me theirs by showering me with gifts. He was just a regular guy that ofcourse didn't realize he was driving me crazy.

Maybe it was better that way for both of us. To this day I still know Keith feels guilty about the next fews hours actions and the event that took place that night. Wanting to take control of things, I made myself very confortable by taking my shoes off, and sitting on his lap putting my arms around his neck. Before I would even allow him to say a word I put my head on his shoulder, and ran my hand down front of his chest towards his stomach, and then placed it on his waist. Like I have said in the earlier pages of this book my mom didn't teach me alot of useful things. You know things like how to clean or cook, which were all lessons I'd have to learn on my own later. Instead she taught me stuff she would deem essential to life. Hair, makeup, clothing and making sure you always talk to men about themselves. I figured what did I have to loose, he wasn't mine and you can't loose what isn't yours so, I began to talk about him "You know, I really think you brought the audience in tonight." at first he seemed uncomfortable as I ran my hand down his chest, but onced I focused on him everything changed. He looked almost lovingly down at me "Really? I did feel alot of energy from the crowd tonight, now that you mention it." hmmm, no resistance I had to keep it going "I agree, I think you got the loudest pop of the night. Like that should be a suprise." I said sarcasticaly "why shouldn't it be a surprise?" I giggled then ran my hand on the top of his thigh, and looked up at him "Umm, It could be because your the Champ, and they love you, but hell if I know." he smiled, and sighed "I know that, but sometimes I feel that I'm not the right guy for this." he never failed to amaze me. If Keith Drews wasn't the world's most humble man, I wasn't sure who was. Natuarly I did my job stroking his ego "Baby, ofcourse you deserve it, and I think you just don't want to admit it because you'll feel bad or something. You worked your ass off, running your own shows at the armory. Nobody I know, loves this business more then you." I sat up a bit, and caressed his face "For once I'd just like to hear you say, that this is where you belong." I felt like I made a connection with him just then. He even appread to be lean forward as if he wanted to kiss. When yeah you guessed it, the fucking knock at the door by the pizzaman.

Taking an extra moment to stare at me, Keith tapped my leg "get up brandi, I have to get the door." I answered in a very whiny voice "Awe, do you have to?" I got half way up, then he put his hand on the small of my back, and pushed me up gentely "Not unless you want to pay for the food." "In that case, be my guest." Keith picked his coat up off the ground then took his wallet from the pocket. As he went to the door for the pizza I went to the bathroom. When I came back out he had everything all set up. Plates on the table, plastic cups, and pizza on the plates "Wow, exactly how long was I in there for?" we both laughed "Not long, I've become a pro at pizza night. It use to be my job at home when it was mine or Matt's night to cook. Ofcourse our daddy always thought it was a waste of money, but hey you always get plates, and cups if you order a liter of anything. It's really nothing to just open the box and put two plates out. Infact I think Matt's even perfected it more then I have. I think the kid can do this in under 5 seconds." he stood there for a second as if he was reflecting. Keith really cared about Matt alot, my dad wouldn't give Matt a job only because he was barely seventeen. It's not uncommon for seventeen year olds to be wrestling in indy, or even a bit young for that matter. Daddy just never wanted to get mixed up in that "You really miss your brother don't you?" Keith nodded "yeah, we're really close, and being on the road makes it very tough to stay intouch. I keep telling him just another year then we'll be able to travel together. I'm always buzzing in your dad's ear about Matt, and how great he is developing. Your dad says the same thing everytime, "my birthday gift to Matt will be his contract. Don't worry Keith your little brother will be taken care of." I went to move near keith when he pulled my chair out for me. Not exactly what I wanted but very gentlemen like, he leaned over to me "I just hope that your dad is a man of his word." then he went and sat down across from me. What exactly Keith wanted me to say? I'm not really sure, so I told him "If my dad is anything at all he's a business man. I've known him to break a promise or two, but that was to me or my brothers. When it comes to money, and Old School Wrestling if my dad thinks that he can make money off of Matt, well your brother is as good as here."

Hopefuly that was what he wanted to hear. I looked down and picked up my pizza then took a tiny bite "That's what I thought too, and with Matt he will make money. Especialy if he packages the two of us together. I always wanted to do the tag team thing with him." "I'm sure he will, I wouldn't worry about it." I did my best to put him at ease. I really wasn't sure if my dad was just telling Keith what he wanted to hear, he was known to do that alot. But if Matt was half as talented as Keith said then I had no doubt he would be wrestling for my old man. For the most part while we ate we just made alot of small talk. Him asking me if I was glad to be out of school, what I planned on doing stuff like that. Most of the questions were about me at first, I did get a few of my own questions in. Like how did he know this is what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, yadyadya. Then I decided to ask what I really wanted to know. I placed my napkin in my plate then looked up "So, Keith What do you look for in a women?" it's almost as if he looked shocked I was asking him that. It really shouldn't have shocked him, just a few minutes before that I was draped all over him. He delayed for a moment then said "Differnt things." I knew what he was trying to do, but I wasn't about to let him get away with it "Differnt things? Like what? Do you like blondes, red heads, short girls, girls with green eyes?" Keith put his head down for a minute, then picked it back up to look at me. I was on the edge of my chair waiting, and the silence was killing me, then he said "I just want someone who I can talk to. Someone that I can confide in. A women I can trust with all my thoughts. Sure looks matter, I'm not going to lie and say they don't, but to me it doesn't matter her hair color or eye color. Just as long as I know we can be there for each other wheather it's good times or bad." that answered I didn't exspect at all. Normaly you ask a man a question like that, and he rattles off what he wants from head to toe. Heading being only hair color, because I have yet to meet a man that claims he wants a smart women, and actually means it.

Keith looked out the window almost as if he drifted into his own world. No matter still, I knew what I had to do. I got up from the table then went to him, I sat on my knees infront of him looking up at him. Then I reached up lightly running my hand across his cheek "Can I go there too?" he looked at me, maybe a bit surprised by my tenderness "Brandi, you're too young to go there." but I wasn't too young. Being a part of my family isn't easy, and you have to grow up pretty quick. Yes I may have been just sixteen but I've seen things most didn't in there life time. It broke my heart that he looked as if he were sad. That's not what my intention was, I stood up, and held both of his hands "Stand up for a minute." I don't think he was in the mood to try to fight me, because I didn't even have to ask twice. He smiled then stood up, I turned my back wrapping myself in his arms, as we faced the mirror then asked him "How cute is this?" what happened next shocked me. Keith spun me around to face him, then placed his head on mine looking at me "You're making this awful hard me." I fluttered my eyes as if I were clueless as to what he was saying "Hard for you?" then he pulled me in tighter to him "Brandi, I think you're a very attractive girl. You have many wonderful things to offer a guy, but the fact is you're just a little girl." that was my breaking point. Was he blind? A little girl I wasn't, I had hips, breast, and fact was women paid to have a body that looked like mine. I may have been just a teenager, but one thing I definately didn't look like was a little girl. I backed away just enough to put some space between us, and said not a word. Instead I stood on my tip toes, and ran my hand from his waist to the back of his neck then leaned in and kissed him. It felt like fireworks going off inside my stomach not to mention he wasn't holding back, I stopped then whispered "Still think I'm just a little girl?" Keith paused then put both of his hands on my face, and kissed me again with such passion. Any questions about me being too young for him from that point were erased.

It may have taken me longer then I wanted, but I had finaly broken Keith down. He lifted me up, and brought me to his bed. We slowly began to undress each other, as we gave one another a series of differnt kinds of kisses. From soft baby pecks on the cheeks and lips that lead down to the neck, to long passionate deep kisses that went on for days. This had been building up inside both of us for probably alot longer then we even wanted to admit. This was so amazing, but I felt scared at the same time as being excited. While Keith lifted my shirt over my head I stopped kissing him, and looked over towards the wall "Is there something wrong Brandi?" he asked. I wasn't exactly sure what to say to him, or how to tell him that I had no clue what I was about to do. Instead I just replied with "I'm scared, I've never done anything like this before. How do I know what to do?" maybe he appreciated my honesty. Honesty was after all a big thing with him, he kissed my cheek then said "You just know. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I'll be gentle, and won't do anything you don't want me to do. When ever you start to feel uncomfortable, or like you don't want to go any further. Baby just tell me, and we'll stop. Ok?" I nodded "Ok." and you wonder why I fell so hard for this guy. Smart,funny,sweet,caring and athletic they definately didn't make too many men like him. Keith leaned across me and turned the lamp on the nightstand off. He was on top of me, still kissing me, then held me tight in his arms "Baby, lean back and give me your hand." I leaned back as Keith put two pillows behind me. Then I gave him my hand, we inter locked our hands and he whispered to me "Tell me when to stop." but there was no chance of that. We were about to make love. He took my right leg then put it around his waist. I felt his face next to mine, my heart was racing as he kissed my neck, and softly then moved up kissing towards my ear when I heard him say "I just want you to know, I love you, Brandi."

So many differnt emotions over came me just in that one brief second. The moment when I heard the words I love you, Brandi. Hearing I love you from him wasn't at all what I exspected. Really I wasn't sure what to exspect, I just know that it made me feel this emotion I've never felt from anyone. I shrivered, and tingled all over my body. Every place on me was sensitive to his every touch, and I couldn't get enough of it. One thing that I did know was nobody could find out about this. Word of this would ruin Keith's future in this business. Ofcourse there wouldn't really be any consequences for me except maybe being grounded for a few months. Other then that the only one this could hurt was Keith. When we finished making love, I rested my head on his chest. As he ran his fingers through my hair I heard him say "God, help me, I wanted you." I layed there still not knowing if I should say something back. Some how I couldn't help but feel there was a but coming on. I waited, and Keith said nothing more. Gradually we drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

That morning I awoke before Keith, and decided that it was best to just leave. I knew that if my dad called for me, and I wasn't where I was suppose to be that would spell trouble. After I left Keith's room I went to my room showered then got changed to head to the lobby, and meet up with my dad. Good thing I was on time too, because as soon as I walked into the lobby of his hotel I saw daddy standing by the elevators staring at his watch, he looked up to see me walking towards him"Well, there you are now. If you were five more minutes I was going to send a search party looking for you." I threw my arms around him, and kissed his cheek "Daddy, you're so silly. You know how long it takes me to get ready." then he lightly gave me a pat on the back "yes, pumpkin I know."safely I have avoided being looked for. While we walked out of the hotel and got into the limo to take us to the Garden I realized something. That I didn't leave Keith a note. Then I thought that maybe that would have been too much of a girlfriend thing to do, and we weren't together. Plus I didn't want him to think I wanted that from him. Really the truth was I didn't know exactly what I wanted from him. I sure as hell didn't understand the rules of what man or woman's place was in a relationship. Up till that point the only relationships I have had were just guys passing me notes in class saying "Brandi, I love you, will you go out with me, check yes or no." you know those kinds of relationships the ones where you think you're going out, but never actually ever go anywhere. I had no clue how to react or even what to say when I would see Keith again.

One thing I was sure that I wanted to do was to help Keith get his brother into our company. I'm sure it's something he wanted to try to do, and didn't want me involved in negotations with my dad. But I had always figured that Old School would one day be half of mine as well as Cameron's. So the way I looked at it was as an investment in my future company. For most of the car ride daddy was on the phone, wheeling and dealing from the time he got up till the time his head hit the pillow. There is no sleep when you own a successful company no matter what kind of business it is. Daddy set his phone down next him, then reached for his morning paper. I figured this was a perfect oppertunity to talk to him. Especialy since I had him all to myself, and didnt' have to worry about Cameron butting into this. I went over in my head exactly how I wanted to bring the subject up, and what I should say to convince him that he should hire Matt. Suddenly the car stopped, and I fell forward a bit, dad caught me, and almostly lovingly pushed my hair out of my eyes "Are you ok?" I nodded yes, then slid back into my seat. Dad pushed the button to lower the window that dived the driver and us "What the fuck is wrong with you? Did you just get your license?" the driver was stunned. He began to stutter "Na,na,nooooo Sir, Mr. Griffen" "Good, if it happens again, I'll drive myself to where I need to go, and make sure your company knows what a shitty driver they hired." I sorta felt bad for the guy, I mean mistakes do happen. Daddy didn't know if the guy infront of him slammed on his breaks or not. Instead of asking he just automatically put the driver at fault. The driver shook his head yes, and told my dad he understood, then dad raised the window and looked at me "Brandi, if I teach you one thing let it be this. Never let anyone take advantage of you. No matter what even if you think you could be wrong. As long as you are firm and believe in what you are saying most will never question you." being an asshole was just something that had always come easy to my dad. To know him is to love him, atleast that's how the song goes.

Even though daddy seemed a bit upset by the driver I felt now was the perfect time. No matter how many times I rehersed it in my head I knew that I had to eventually say it out loud. With a deep breath I slightly closed my eyes, "Daddy, can I ask you something?" he stopped as he was about to read the paper again "Sure, you can ask me anything you want." I set myself in my seat comfortably " Have you ever seen Keith's brother Matt wrestle?" he smirked then nodded. It was nearly encouraging so I continued "Well, in a few days he turns eighteen, and I think that we should start drawing up some contracts for him, you know before someone else snags him up." apparently my interest in this amused my dad. He let out a hardy chuckle then said "So you're one of our talent scouts now?" that was his way of trying to get me to back off with a simple answer of no. I was not going to make it that simple for him "Actually, I have been looking at some of the indy's for new talent, and I was speaking to Keith a few days ago. He mentioned that his little brother wrestles as well. I asked him for some tapes because I wanted to see if he had the same charisma as Keith." I didn't want to run on too long talking about how detailed mine and Keith's conversations about Matt were. Dad crinkled up his paper then set it next to him "I see, you've seen Matt's tapes." "Yes, daddy I have." he leaned a bit forward raising his eyebrow "Then I guess you know that he's too much of a risk." that's how daddy viewed Matt, as a risk. Matt was fearless, from what I heard and some of what I saw the things this kid would do to his body to enterain were nothing short of spectacular. He would truly be an asset for Old School, I leaned close to my dad, and replied "Risk? that's funny all I saw were dollar signs." my response wasn't exspected. The way my dad rolled his neck I could tell, he clinched his teeth "Ah, my daughter is seeing dollar signs. What I think is that Keith got tired of waiting so he figured to drag you into this." can we say backed into a corner?

At that moment my dad sure as hell could, but I wasn't allowing him to even mention Keith's name, "Actually Keith doesn't even know that I'm talking to you about this." some how my dad didn't believe that "He doesn't, does he?" "No, daddy he doesn't." I delayed then sat right next to him. We were almost at the Garden so I had to be quick. I shrugged my shoulders then sighed "oh well, just thought you'd like to get to him, since Keith said he was going to be signing with Championship Wrestling, but if you think he's a quote un quote "risk" then maybe it's best we past." that was my only chance. Out smarting my dad isn't an easy thing to do, and there were so many ways that he could have caught me in that lie. Being so young still I wasn't the greatest at covering my lies. My only hope was to appeal to my dad's competitive side, and pray to God that it worked. The limo arrived at the Garden, and the last half a minute we spent in the limo we starred each other down. Then daddy reached for the door to get out. He looked back at me "Fine, tell Keith to call his brother. I'll have the papers ready when he arrives." as my dad existed the limo I tried to stay a bit behind him. I didn't want him to see that I was smiling ear to ear. If he saw that he could have also guessed that I completely bluffed, and if he thought that then who knows what he would have done with Keith. Thankfully I kept my cool about my dad taking Matt aboard. This may seem like a small thing, but I can tell you right now it wasn't. Ofcourse had Cameron been there things would have turned out very differnt. When ever I had to deal with both my dad and Cameron ninety percent of the time I lost.

This was definately a win for me. The night before and the day I was starting couldn't have been any better. I finally got the man that I wanted, and then got his brother a deal with our company. Best part was the only person aware of all of it is me. Keith didn't know about me talking to my dad about making sure Matt got signed, and my dad had no idea that I was sleeping with the star of his company. Yet with a bit of skill, knowing how to twist things to make them just so, I managed to get away with it all. When I think back I really could have landed not only myself , but Keith in very hot water. I'm sure not only would my dad have fired him. He definately would have had him arrested for statuetory rape. Even if I was the one who initiated the whole thing to begin with. Still no harm no foul, I couldn't help but think everyday should be just like this one.