Her father was holding his stomach as he practically fell out of the truck.
"Remind me not to let you drive again." She giggled and ran in the house.
Since he was in a good mood and didn't want to challenge her, she could
pretty much do as she liked.
It took her thirty minutes just in the bathroom for shower, hair and makeup, for someone who usually took ten minutes in the morning that was a lot. Eyeliner, mascara, and lip-gloss were applied, as was nearly every type of lotion imaginable, all in vanilla scent. She took her time, a full twenty-minutes to pick out what to wear, in the end she picked something that had enough material to satisfy her father, and was tight enough to emphasize her body.
Even her own father had to admit that she looked beautiful. Belle sauntered down the stairs dressed in a pair of leather jeans and a red spaghetti strap top on, almost identical to the one she had on earlier, the only difference being the color. Her hair, which reached to her bra line, was pulled back in a french braid with one strand of hair hanging on each side of her face.
"You look great honey." She crossed her arms in annoyance before grabbing her black leather duster out of the closet.
"Are we talking daddy's little girl great, or general great?"
"Young woman great."
"Perfect." With the mix of black eyeliner, fingernail polish, and three- inch boots, she looked the perfect mix of rebel and punk with her hair and eyes shining out beautifully.
"I have one more surprise for you, but you don't get to see it until after the match, call that the extra punishment for your injuries." She assumed to real punishment was the injuries themselves.
"Yes sir."
He smiled. "Now, come on, we have excellent seats, but I don't want to miss anything."
San Antonio was a large town, but Greg had lived in Texas long enough to know his way around and they arrived at the arena with fifteen minutes to spare, that didn't stop them from being some of the last people to show up though.
They were let in soon enough and as she followed her father to their seats she found that he wasn't kidding when he said great seats, they were ringside. Belle draped her duster over the back of her chair and crossed her legs as she sat down, waiting for the show of a lifetime.
The ring announcers came down and explained how everything was going to work, what the cameras were going to tape, and what the audience participation should include. Even all the boring instructions weren't enough to calm her down.
The first match was Jazz against Ivory for the title. There were quite a few vicious clotheslines, but Jazz still won. Mind you, she won by DQ when she brought in a steel chair under the referee's gaze, but she won none-the- less.
The second match was Test against Albert, former allies and all that. There were a few interesting moves that Belle knew she needed to perfect before her father did, including suplexes, which had always been her weak point.
Now there was a huge scene about The Dudleyz making a verbal attack against Lita so between the shots of the locker rooms and the disgust of male chauvinistic behavior The Hardyz challenged The Dudleyz to a match.
The third match was the Dudley Boyz against the Hardy Boyz, after a well maneuvered Swanton on Jeff's part Matt pinned D' Von for the win, personally Belle was just happy they hadn't come up with another new move, she'd managed to learn most of their moves, but not without severe bruising and a lot of sour stomachs.
A huge scene occurred after that match as well. Apparently Kane and Taker were feuding again because there was some huge scene about Kane sleeping with, or at least being accused of sleeping with Sara.
Taker came out and challenged Kane, and while it was starting to get old, still made for a wonderful match, ending with a choke slam and Taker picking up the win.
That ended up being that last match; sadly there weren't any McMahons that night, when the McMahons entered Belle always liked to chant "asshole" or "slut" along with the crowd. As she pulled her jacket back on her father slipped another envelope into her hand. "Your other surprise." He explained at her shocked look. She opened the envelope, this time to find a backstage pass. Just one.
"What about you?"
"I don't want to go backstage, you go, scream like a girl, drool over muscles, get autographs and be happy." She almost wanted to hug him, however when she went to put the pass in her pocket her wrist brace reminded her why she shouldn't.
"Thanks dad." She asked a very bulky looking security guy and thanks to her shirt showing her "assets" off rather nicely, and the pants she had on showing off how long her legs were, he was more than happy to escort her backstage himself.
"Do you have any particular favorite wrestler?"
"I like the McMahon family." At his shocked look she hurried to explain. "They make the perfect villains, that whole love to hate 'em deal." He nodded and stopped and an unmarked door.
"Make sure to knock, but you can go in there first, wait outside when you're done and I'll show you around more." She nodded and knocked politely.
"Come in." She walked in and saw Vince around a table with a few women she didn't recognize. Vince caught a look at her and nodded. "You must be the last applicant, we were just on our way to the ring." He stood up and all the other women followed behind him out the door.
Not exactly knowing what was going on, or where they were going, she just followed behind them dumbly. She really hoped her father was waiting in the car. Vince led all five girls back through the hallways and out into the ring.
"Now, this is just the basic interview, you've all come highly recommended so I'll just need to see you in an actual match then we'll figure out which angle you fit best in and hand you a contract." He looked at them individually. "Any questions?" One of the blond Barbie like girls raised their hands. "Yes?"
It took her thirty minutes just in the bathroom for shower, hair and makeup, for someone who usually took ten minutes in the morning that was a lot. Eyeliner, mascara, and lip-gloss were applied, as was nearly every type of lotion imaginable, all in vanilla scent. She took her time, a full twenty-minutes to pick out what to wear, in the end she picked something that had enough material to satisfy her father, and was tight enough to emphasize her body.
Even her own father had to admit that she looked beautiful. Belle sauntered down the stairs dressed in a pair of leather jeans and a red spaghetti strap top on, almost identical to the one she had on earlier, the only difference being the color. Her hair, which reached to her bra line, was pulled back in a french braid with one strand of hair hanging on each side of her face.
"You look great honey." She crossed her arms in annoyance before grabbing her black leather duster out of the closet.
"Are we talking daddy's little girl great, or general great?"
"Young woman great."
"Perfect." With the mix of black eyeliner, fingernail polish, and three- inch boots, she looked the perfect mix of rebel and punk with her hair and eyes shining out beautifully.
"I have one more surprise for you, but you don't get to see it until after the match, call that the extra punishment for your injuries." She assumed to real punishment was the injuries themselves.
"Yes sir."
He smiled. "Now, come on, we have excellent seats, but I don't want to miss anything."
San Antonio was a large town, but Greg had lived in Texas long enough to know his way around and they arrived at the arena with fifteen minutes to spare, that didn't stop them from being some of the last people to show up though.
They were let in soon enough and as she followed her father to their seats she found that he wasn't kidding when he said great seats, they were ringside. Belle draped her duster over the back of her chair and crossed her legs as she sat down, waiting for the show of a lifetime.
The ring announcers came down and explained how everything was going to work, what the cameras were going to tape, and what the audience participation should include. Even all the boring instructions weren't enough to calm her down.
The first match was Jazz against Ivory for the title. There were quite a few vicious clotheslines, but Jazz still won. Mind you, she won by DQ when she brought in a steel chair under the referee's gaze, but she won none-the- less.
The second match was Test against Albert, former allies and all that. There were a few interesting moves that Belle knew she needed to perfect before her father did, including suplexes, which had always been her weak point.
Now there was a huge scene about The Dudleyz making a verbal attack against Lita so between the shots of the locker rooms and the disgust of male chauvinistic behavior The Hardyz challenged The Dudleyz to a match.
The third match was the Dudley Boyz against the Hardy Boyz, after a well maneuvered Swanton on Jeff's part Matt pinned D' Von for the win, personally Belle was just happy they hadn't come up with another new move, she'd managed to learn most of their moves, but not without severe bruising and a lot of sour stomachs.
A huge scene occurred after that match as well. Apparently Kane and Taker were feuding again because there was some huge scene about Kane sleeping with, or at least being accused of sleeping with Sara.
Taker came out and challenged Kane, and while it was starting to get old, still made for a wonderful match, ending with a choke slam and Taker picking up the win.
That ended up being that last match; sadly there weren't any McMahons that night, when the McMahons entered Belle always liked to chant "asshole" or "slut" along with the crowd. As she pulled her jacket back on her father slipped another envelope into her hand. "Your other surprise." He explained at her shocked look. She opened the envelope, this time to find a backstage pass. Just one.
"What about you?"
"I don't want to go backstage, you go, scream like a girl, drool over muscles, get autographs and be happy." She almost wanted to hug him, however when she went to put the pass in her pocket her wrist brace reminded her why she shouldn't.
"Thanks dad." She asked a very bulky looking security guy and thanks to her shirt showing her "assets" off rather nicely, and the pants she had on showing off how long her legs were, he was more than happy to escort her backstage himself.
"Do you have any particular favorite wrestler?"
"I like the McMahon family." At his shocked look she hurried to explain. "They make the perfect villains, that whole love to hate 'em deal." He nodded and stopped and an unmarked door.
"Make sure to knock, but you can go in there first, wait outside when you're done and I'll show you around more." She nodded and knocked politely.
"Come in." She walked in and saw Vince around a table with a few women she didn't recognize. Vince caught a look at her and nodded. "You must be the last applicant, we were just on our way to the ring." He stood up and all the other women followed behind him out the door.
Not exactly knowing what was going on, or where they were going, she just followed behind them dumbly. She really hoped her father was waiting in the car. Vince led all five girls back through the hallways and out into the ring.
"Now, this is just the basic interview, you've all come highly recommended so I'll just need to see you in an actual match then we'll figure out which angle you fit best in and hand you a contract." He looked at them individually. "Any questions?" One of the blond Barbie like girls raised their hands. "Yes?"