"So you think you could hold up against the male wrestlers?" Shane turned
to his father. "It might be a good idea, we haven't had anyone really do
that since Joanie, I mean Amy holds her own, but for the most part she only
gets intergender matches when she interferes on behalf of Matt or Jeff."
"It could work out in favor of the character, I mean honestly, who's going to buy that the daughter of a brother of destruction is going to be a spoiled, simpering, brat?"
"She's got a point." Thank you Derrick.
"We could get you some intergender matches, maybe we could set you up against one of the Hardyz."
"Anything but that PLEASE!"
"Why?"
"Well, I'll do it if you really want of course, but have you ever had a Swanton done on you, followed by a moonsault, then a powerbomb? Cause I have, and it hurts like a son--."
"Belle!"
"What?"
"Do you have the emancipation papers with you?"
"I had my lawyer bring them up this morning. Now, usually there would be a long drawn out court scene with this, but this is the more civil version. You sign the four place with red tags and she's considered an adult."
Belle looked at her dad. "Go ahead and sign, it's like I can do anything anyway, I can't smoke, don't have a death wish, can't drink, not 21, can't have sex, cause, well ewww." He laughed at her and signed the papers.
"Now Belle you sign the spaces with the blue tags." She signed her full name Isabelle Marianne Brennan seven times.
"Congratulations Belle, you're a wrestler."
"Hmmm, somehow I expected more pain involved. But I'm not complaining. So when do I start?"
"We want to start you at Summer Slam which means you leave with us tomorrow to start getting the matches ready and we'll need to develop your mic skills, take some promo shots, and get some character development done."
"What's my name?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"My character's name, what's it going to be?"
"Well, if you like you can keep your first name."
"I'd like."
"Well then, from this day on to the public eye you're Belle Calloway."
"Dandy."
The entire company was packing up and going in one day that included Belle. From the moment she got home, in between calls to almost everyone she knew as trying to not scream her joy she packed. She didn't pack everything because aside from being unnecessary, she wasn't going to haul around 100 pounds of luggage. She ended up packing two suitcases, a duffle bag, and a backpack. A messenger arrived the next day with her plane ticket and the all the flight information.
The morning of the flight Belle wasn't worried about makeup; she was worried about making it on time. She put on a little mascara, light blue eyeliner, and pink lip-gloss, but other than that it was all natural. She tossed on a pair of light blue jeans and a light lavender cardigan set, she pulled on a pair of white platform sneakers, pulled her hair into a ponytail, kissed her dad's cheek, and took off in a cab for the airport.
It was packed, it was always packed at the airport, but that day wasn't any different. Belle checked her bags, went through security and was one of the last people to run on the plane. The stewardess led her to her seat, first class, next to a certain sleeping Hardy Boy with dreams of Rainbow bright and she put her backpack under the seat before strapping herself in and nodding off for a few minutes as well.
The few minute nap turned out to be an hour, and when Jeff woke up he was rather surprised to have a redheaded female on his shoulder that wasn't Amy. He noticed she was cute, but nodded back off to sleep before he could notice much else.
Belle woke up as they landed and shook Jeff awake. "Hey Hardy get up, we're here." She'd already grabbed her bag before she noticed that he'd drifted right back off to sleep. She shook his shoulder lightly until he woke back up. "Sorry sleeping beauty but we're here."
"Where's here?" OK so he still wasn't quite awake.
"Miami, you know, for the RAW taping, come on, if you're like this when I work with you you'll kill me." He struggled to his feet.
"So you're the new girl?"
"That's me."
"What's your name?"
"Belle Brennan."
"Cute."
"Thank you." She walked into the terminal, grabbed her bags and only had to walk outside the airport doors to see a limo holding up a sign with more than just their names on it. Everyone who'd been on that flight was riding together. She climbed in first, trying not to stare as Jeff, Amy, Trish and Test filed in behind her.
Belle may have not been staring, but everyone else sure was. "So you're playing Mark's kid." Real polite lady.
"Yep."
"It's amazing Trish, you should see her in the ring, she kicked my ass in five minutes, I didn't even get a chance to catch my breath."
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize, you were great."
The people really were staring and she made a decision, she crawled out. She went around back and hopped in the passenger seat. "I'm sorry, but those people are weird and front seat controls the radio." He smiled at her and she reached over to the radio. The only thing good on was Alien Ant Farm's Smooth Criminal so she cranked it up and bounced in the seat.
"It could work out in favor of the character, I mean honestly, who's going to buy that the daughter of a brother of destruction is going to be a spoiled, simpering, brat?"
"She's got a point." Thank you Derrick.
"We could get you some intergender matches, maybe we could set you up against one of the Hardyz."
"Anything but that PLEASE!"
"Why?"
"Well, I'll do it if you really want of course, but have you ever had a Swanton done on you, followed by a moonsault, then a powerbomb? Cause I have, and it hurts like a son--."
"Belle!"
"What?"
"Do you have the emancipation papers with you?"
"I had my lawyer bring them up this morning. Now, usually there would be a long drawn out court scene with this, but this is the more civil version. You sign the four place with red tags and she's considered an adult."
Belle looked at her dad. "Go ahead and sign, it's like I can do anything anyway, I can't smoke, don't have a death wish, can't drink, not 21, can't have sex, cause, well ewww." He laughed at her and signed the papers.
"Now Belle you sign the spaces with the blue tags." She signed her full name Isabelle Marianne Brennan seven times.
"Congratulations Belle, you're a wrestler."
"Hmmm, somehow I expected more pain involved. But I'm not complaining. So when do I start?"
"We want to start you at Summer Slam which means you leave with us tomorrow to start getting the matches ready and we'll need to develop your mic skills, take some promo shots, and get some character development done."
"What's my name?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"My character's name, what's it going to be?"
"Well, if you like you can keep your first name."
"I'd like."
"Well then, from this day on to the public eye you're Belle Calloway."
"Dandy."
The entire company was packing up and going in one day that included Belle. From the moment she got home, in between calls to almost everyone she knew as trying to not scream her joy she packed. She didn't pack everything because aside from being unnecessary, she wasn't going to haul around 100 pounds of luggage. She ended up packing two suitcases, a duffle bag, and a backpack. A messenger arrived the next day with her plane ticket and the all the flight information.
The morning of the flight Belle wasn't worried about makeup; she was worried about making it on time. She put on a little mascara, light blue eyeliner, and pink lip-gloss, but other than that it was all natural. She tossed on a pair of light blue jeans and a light lavender cardigan set, she pulled on a pair of white platform sneakers, pulled her hair into a ponytail, kissed her dad's cheek, and took off in a cab for the airport.
It was packed, it was always packed at the airport, but that day wasn't any different. Belle checked her bags, went through security and was one of the last people to run on the plane. The stewardess led her to her seat, first class, next to a certain sleeping Hardy Boy with dreams of Rainbow bright and she put her backpack under the seat before strapping herself in and nodding off for a few minutes as well.
The few minute nap turned out to be an hour, and when Jeff woke up he was rather surprised to have a redheaded female on his shoulder that wasn't Amy. He noticed she was cute, but nodded back off to sleep before he could notice much else.
Belle woke up as they landed and shook Jeff awake. "Hey Hardy get up, we're here." She'd already grabbed her bag before she noticed that he'd drifted right back off to sleep. She shook his shoulder lightly until he woke back up. "Sorry sleeping beauty but we're here."
"Where's here?" OK so he still wasn't quite awake.
"Miami, you know, for the RAW taping, come on, if you're like this when I work with you you'll kill me." He struggled to his feet.
"So you're the new girl?"
"That's me."
"What's your name?"
"Belle Brennan."
"Cute."
"Thank you." She walked into the terminal, grabbed her bags and only had to walk outside the airport doors to see a limo holding up a sign with more than just their names on it. Everyone who'd been on that flight was riding together. She climbed in first, trying not to stare as Jeff, Amy, Trish and Test filed in behind her.
Belle may have not been staring, but everyone else sure was. "So you're playing Mark's kid." Real polite lady.
"Yep."
"It's amazing Trish, you should see her in the ring, she kicked my ass in five minutes, I didn't even get a chance to catch my breath."
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize, you were great."
The people really were staring and she made a decision, she crawled out. She went around back and hopped in the passenger seat. "I'm sorry, but those people are weird and front seat controls the radio." He smiled at her and she reached over to the radio. The only thing good on was Alien Ant Farm's Smooth Criminal so she cranked it up and bounced in the seat.