"Bella! Get your ass down here!" Emmett roared.

She rolled over and checked the clock. 8:00. Damn. She couldn't cuss Emmett out for waking her up too early. "All right, but there better be coffee waiting!" she yelled in return.

Bella dragged herself out of bed, sliding her feet into an oversized pair of bunny slippers. She made her way down the stairs and followed the scent of coffee to a mug that Emmett had already prepared, as usual. She smiled and began to sip the hot drink before turning to Emmett. "All right, Em, what's got you so riled up?"

He shoved the 'Sports' section of the newspaper at her. There on the front was his smiling face. "What the hell is this?"

'The Bear': Grizzly in the Ring, Teddy in Personal Life

Pro-wrestler Emmett "The Bear" Swan has earned his nickname many times over. His strength coupled with his no-holds-barred style of fighting has made him famous throughout the country. However, his attitude after his matches could not be more different from his fierceness during them. While most wrestlers portray themselves as angry, macho he-men, Swan never fails to smile for the camera. In interviews, he is always cheerful, charming, and modest. Surprisingly, this attitude has not (see SWAN, page B4)

(SWAN, continued from B1) caused Swan to lose face with the hard-core wrestling crowd: on the contrary, leading commentator Jeff Bunden has said, "His fighting speaks for itself. No matter how he acts outside the arena, it is obvious to wrestling fans that Swan does not lack skill, strength, or testosterone." One thing Swan has done, however, is to draw a new crowd into the world of boxing: women. Swan has been named "most eligible bachelor" by People magazine due to his good looks and female following. However, the seeming disparity between his behavior inside and outside the ring has led to the question, Which persona is his real self? Does he only act as he does to differentiate himself from other wrestlers or to attract women?

To answer this question, we have interviewed his sister, Isabella Swan. We first asked her about his personality growing up. "He's always had a ton of friends," Miss Swan said. "Emmett is just so open and friendly that you can't help but laugh with him. He can be fierce at times, too, though. I remember one time in sixth grade, a boy asked me out on a dare and then told me he thought I was fat. Emmett was so angry; he told the boy that if he ever came near me again, he'd grind him to a pulp."

When Emmett was sixteen and Isabella thirteen, tragedy struck. Their parents died in a car crash, leaving Emmett to raise his younger sister as they went from foster parent to foster parent. "Emmett was always there for me, even though he was going through the same thing I was," Isabella remembers. "He helped me with my homework, listened to my dramas, and held me after I broke up with my first long-term boyfriend. Emmett was the best big brother I could ever have asked for."

Their relationship has not changed much over the years, despite Emmett's recent fame as a pro-wrestler. "We still live together and have a movie night at least once a week," Isabella says. "Emmett still teases me mercilessly, and I go to nearly all of his fights. When I can't be there in person, I'm always cheering him on over the TV. Emmett's in no danger of getting a swelled head . . . He's the most genuine person I know."

There you have it, ladies. It seems that Emmett Swan is everything he appears to be.

She took another few sips of coffee before looking up from the paper and answering him. "Well, Em, it looks like an article about your charming personality."

He growled and Bella grinned; she knew that comment would get to him. "And just howdid you forget to tell me you'd been interviewed by the fucking Washington Post?"

"Hmm . . . must've slipped my mind. Don't worry, though, I didn't say anything bad about you. And just think what I could have told them . . ."

Emmett groaned. "Bella, why do you do this to me? You know how many chicks are already stalking me. Do you want to wake up with some crazy freak creeping through your window?"

She snickered. "Well, Emmett, that's the price of fame."

"I don't want fame! I just want to wrestle!"

"And you do wrestle. Very well, I might add. It's not my fault you're plagued by . . . what were the words? . . . 'Good looks and female following.'"

He scowled at her and Bella knew he would get her back for this, very soon. It was worth it, though, to annoy him while actually supporting his career. "So anyways, why are you up so early?" Bella asked. "You're not fighting today, and it's not even noon."

"Well . . ." Emmett looked embarrassed, and Bella grinned. It was fun to see The Bear's bashful side. "What's up, Em? Come on, spill."

"I, uh, agreed to do a commercial."

Whoa. That was not what Bella had been expecting; Emmett hated even doing photo shoots and had always turned offers for advertising down flat. "Why? For whom?"

Emmett snickered. "For whom? God, Bella, you're such a dork."

"Hey, just because I know how to speak the English language does not make me a nerd. Now, stop avoiding the subject. What's this commercial for?"

"Ha! You ended a sentence with a preposition!"

Bella rolled her eyes. Emmett never ran out of material to tease her about being an editor. "Shut up, Em, and answer the question."

"Well, it's for SteelRose Industries."

She raised her eyebrows. "A car company? Really, Emmett, I knew you loved their cars, but I didn't think you liked them that much."

"Well, they're giving me a ton of cash. And I spoke to the creator, Rosalie Cullen, and she made a very good point."

"God, Em, please don't tell me you got suckered in to another scheme."

He looked offended. "Not at all! It's just that her cars are totally awesome, and she said that people don't take them seriously 'cause she's a girl and really hot, and since I'm such a manly man's man, I can up her reputation. 'Cause her cars? Are seriously not for girls. Or pussies."

Bella rolled her eyes again. "Good to know. And I'm sure the 'really hot' part didn't influence your decision at all."

Emmett blushed, surprising Bella. She had just been teasing him; he'd never betrayed attraction to her before. Sure, Bella knew he had plenty of sex, but it was always one-night stands, over before she heard about them. Emmett always kept his sex life to himself. "Oh my god! You like her!" He turned a darker shade of red. "Emmett's got a cru-ush! Emmett's got a cru-ush!"

"Shut up, Bella," he muttered.

Bella grinned. "So Emmett," she said, "tell me about this Rosalie. Blond? Brunette? Busty?"

"Blond, and yes, but more than that, she's like, perfect. The dream woman. Totally hot and she builds cars. And not just any cars, they're like—"

"Yes, Emmett, you've described the virtues of SteelRose cars many times. So when are you leaving?"

He checked his watch. "Shit! I've gotta leave in 20 minutes!" Bella's laughter followed him as he raced up the stairs.