Helen steps off the plane, dressed to travel with multiple layers of clothing that hid her sexy body from view. Of course not like it mattered as her height drew plenty of glances from passer-bys. She smiles and steps off the plane. She was rich enough to check her bags which made getting off the plane easy. She takes out her phone and shoots a text. “Off the Plane
”Ella sees the text and sighs. It was no secret she was struggling so far in her professional wrestling career and like this wasn’t a surprise given her lackluster amateur record but these were much worse than any of those losses. She closes her eyes starting to replay her most recent match against Louise Bitch-air but before she can get to the first punch her train of thought is interrupted by a soft calling her name
“Ella”
Ella opens her eyes to see a woman standing over her in baggy clothes and a smile. “Hey mom,” She replies her voice flat before standing up off the chair, “How was your flight?”
“Unremarkable,” Helen replies as she hands Ella one of the smaller bags to carry, “Which is certainly preferable to the alternative. But enough about that, how have you been?”
The pair walk outside as Ella takes a deep breath and begins to respond, “Well… not well. I’ve lost every match so far and my outfit has exploded each time.”
Helen couldn’t help but giggle drawing a glare from her daughter, “I’m sorry, Please go on.”
Ella rolled her eyes and continued talking, airing out many of her frustrations with her time in LAW before the pair reached the Limo that would take them to the LAW hotel where the Heiress paused to take a deep breath allowing Helen to get a word in.
“Would you like to to work together?” Helen asks as the pair enter the vehicle. Ella doesn’t respond immediately which causes Helen to start explaining her reasoning, “I mean you’ve been struggling and I haven’t been in the ring since getting-“
“Of course!” Ella replies cutting her mother off with two words and a hug that Helen quickly reciporcates, wrapping her arms around the Heiress.
Helen smiles and whispers, “I love you,” as Ella buries her head into the space between her mother’s neck and shoulder.
“I love you too.”
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