"Why is this being done so hush, hush, why couldn't you use one of the
Tough Enough winners?"
"We need someone unknown for the parts we want to put them in. Anything else?"
One of the other bleached blonds raised a hand. "Whoever gets this only needs to be a valet right? We don't actually need to like, get in the ring and wrestle do we?" Dumb ass.
"If you don't want to wrestle you should leave now, whichever angle you're cast into real wrestling is going to be required, just how much depends on how good you are and how well you and your partner get along." That girl actually walked away. "Anyone else?" The remaining four girls shook their heads. "Alright then I'm going to put you in against each other, and see how well you do, then I'll put you in against one of our women wrestlers to see how well you do."
One of the women wresters walked down the ramp, without the music you had to wait a moment to recognize Lita. She sauntered down the ramp, hopped up on the wall, crossed her legs, and waited for her turn in the ring.
"Ladies, this will be your opponent Amy Dumas, Amy these are the potentials."
"I got that much Vince." He laughed and shook his head, the woman certainly was feisty.
"Alright, whenever you're ready two of you, doesn't matter which two, go in and just wrestle, no scripts, I just want to see what you can do." This she could do, these girls didn't have the strength of one of her father's fingers. Belle draped her coat over the wall and rolled into the ring under the last rope.
"Name please?"
"Belle Brennan." He took a basic look over her and caught sight of her brace.
He pointed to the black brace and Belle was very happy Greg had picked out a colored brace. "Is that going to have any affect on your--."
"It's just a sprain, it doesn't even hurt."
"Wonderful." Both Belle and Vince waited for someone else to step in the wring. Nobody else did, whether it was her muscle tone or her choice of apparel, apparently she was intimidating. "Who's going to get in there with her?" Still nobody came forward. "If someone doesn't get in there she'll win by default." Aside from a couple flinches still nobody jumped in. "Oh for God's sakes Amy would you get in there with her?"
"Sure boss man." She slid in the ring and didn't even hesitate to lock up with Belle. The match that followed wasn't girly and it shocked the hell out of everyone there. Amy delivered four consecutive clotheslines from hell, only to have Belle get up and power bomb her. Lita struggled back to her feet only to be chokeslammed. It continued like this, both girls landing serious blows while Belle was the only one to keep getting up as if unaffected.
Silently Belle was actually thanking God for all of the things that her father had put her through. She was in a match against Amy Dumas in front of frickin Vince McMahon, that thought alone was enough for her to get Lita, Amy was completely in character, up for The Last Ride. This time she stayed down and Belle got a quick pin, counted by Vince. Belle helped Amy up with a grin.
Vince along with the three other girls were clapping. "Incredible Ms. Brennan, simply incredible." Amy was rubbing the back of her neck, speaking of neck Belle hadn't even felt her stitches the whole time she loved adrenaline.
"You're good girl. How long've you been at this?"
This was the part Belle was really dreading. "My dad owned a gym and he's been teaching me since I was ten, so a little more than seven years." Everyone seemed more than a little taken aback.
"Your not eighteen?"
"No sir."
"Do your parents know about this?" He looked shocked and disappointed, well, the last one she could work with.
"Like I said, my father owned a gym and's been training me since I was ten, he's waiting out in the car now. I'm sure if you wanted me under contract he sign everything to hold me to it."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive, he worships this business, hell the man would surrender custody of me if it involved getting me into the business." She let out a giggle that showed her age. "You adults are just odd that way."
"Very well Ms. Brennan, if you're selected we'll work something out with your father." Belle nodded and slipped out of the ring. Grabbing the pen right out of Vince's hand and an old piece of paper from her jacket pocket she quickly wrote down her info. Her cell phone, her room's phone, her address, her father's home, work, and cell numbers, all labeled and with the times they were available at each.
"Thanks for the opportunity Mr. McMahon."
"My pleasure Ms. Brennan." She gave him the paper, took a running jump over the wall, and ran up the isle to find her dad.
She didn't really need to put her jacket on, but it was cooler than usual so she pulled it over her shoulders and walked around the parking lot for fifteen minutes before finding her father's black Ford.
"DADDY!!!" He jumped out of the truck.
"What's wrong honey?"
"I just got interviewed by Vince McMahon. Vince FREAKING McMahon just said he'd call me back, and considering the other dumb asses he tried, I think I might actually have a shot." Her father tried to recover from the shock.
"Are you kidding, honey, that's not funny!"
"Dad, I'm not kidding, when I went backstage he thought I was there for an interview and I got to wrestle with Amy Dumas."
"Who?"
"We need someone unknown for the parts we want to put them in. Anything else?"
One of the other bleached blonds raised a hand. "Whoever gets this only needs to be a valet right? We don't actually need to like, get in the ring and wrestle do we?" Dumb ass.
"If you don't want to wrestle you should leave now, whichever angle you're cast into real wrestling is going to be required, just how much depends on how good you are and how well you and your partner get along." That girl actually walked away. "Anyone else?" The remaining four girls shook their heads. "Alright then I'm going to put you in against each other, and see how well you do, then I'll put you in against one of our women wrestlers to see how well you do."
One of the women wresters walked down the ramp, without the music you had to wait a moment to recognize Lita. She sauntered down the ramp, hopped up on the wall, crossed her legs, and waited for her turn in the ring.
"Ladies, this will be your opponent Amy Dumas, Amy these are the potentials."
"I got that much Vince." He laughed and shook his head, the woman certainly was feisty.
"Alright, whenever you're ready two of you, doesn't matter which two, go in and just wrestle, no scripts, I just want to see what you can do." This she could do, these girls didn't have the strength of one of her father's fingers. Belle draped her coat over the wall and rolled into the ring under the last rope.
"Name please?"
"Belle Brennan." He took a basic look over her and caught sight of her brace.
He pointed to the black brace and Belle was very happy Greg had picked out a colored brace. "Is that going to have any affect on your--."
"It's just a sprain, it doesn't even hurt."
"Wonderful." Both Belle and Vince waited for someone else to step in the wring. Nobody else did, whether it was her muscle tone or her choice of apparel, apparently she was intimidating. "Who's going to get in there with her?" Still nobody came forward. "If someone doesn't get in there she'll win by default." Aside from a couple flinches still nobody jumped in. "Oh for God's sakes Amy would you get in there with her?"
"Sure boss man." She slid in the ring and didn't even hesitate to lock up with Belle. The match that followed wasn't girly and it shocked the hell out of everyone there. Amy delivered four consecutive clotheslines from hell, only to have Belle get up and power bomb her. Lita struggled back to her feet only to be chokeslammed. It continued like this, both girls landing serious blows while Belle was the only one to keep getting up as if unaffected.
Silently Belle was actually thanking God for all of the things that her father had put her through. She was in a match against Amy Dumas in front of frickin Vince McMahon, that thought alone was enough for her to get Lita, Amy was completely in character, up for The Last Ride. This time she stayed down and Belle got a quick pin, counted by Vince. Belle helped Amy up with a grin.
Vince along with the three other girls were clapping. "Incredible Ms. Brennan, simply incredible." Amy was rubbing the back of her neck, speaking of neck Belle hadn't even felt her stitches the whole time she loved adrenaline.
"You're good girl. How long've you been at this?"
This was the part Belle was really dreading. "My dad owned a gym and he's been teaching me since I was ten, so a little more than seven years." Everyone seemed more than a little taken aback.
"Your not eighteen?"
"No sir."
"Do your parents know about this?" He looked shocked and disappointed, well, the last one she could work with.
"Like I said, my father owned a gym and's been training me since I was ten, he's waiting out in the car now. I'm sure if you wanted me under contract he sign everything to hold me to it."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive, he worships this business, hell the man would surrender custody of me if it involved getting me into the business." She let out a giggle that showed her age. "You adults are just odd that way."
"Very well Ms. Brennan, if you're selected we'll work something out with your father." Belle nodded and slipped out of the ring. Grabbing the pen right out of Vince's hand and an old piece of paper from her jacket pocket she quickly wrote down her info. Her cell phone, her room's phone, her address, her father's home, work, and cell numbers, all labeled and with the times they were available at each.
"Thanks for the opportunity Mr. McMahon."
"My pleasure Ms. Brennan." She gave him the paper, took a running jump over the wall, and ran up the isle to find her dad.
She didn't really need to put her jacket on, but it was cooler than usual so she pulled it over her shoulders and walked around the parking lot for fifteen minutes before finding her father's black Ford.
"DADDY!!!" He jumped out of the truck.
"What's wrong honey?"
"I just got interviewed by Vince McMahon. Vince FREAKING McMahon just said he'd call me back, and considering the other dumb asses he tried, I think I might actually have a shot." Her father tried to recover from the shock.
"Are you kidding, honey, that's not funny!"
"Dad, I'm not kidding, when I went backstage he thought I was there for an interview and I got to wrestle with Amy Dumas."
"Who?"