She took his advice to the extreme. She caught up on her sleep, updated her
website a lot called all of her friends, let her wrist heal completely, got
her stitches out, and got her ass whooped by Mark and Glen, it was the last
part that was irking her significantly.
"Why can't I do it?"
"Because I'm twice your size and weight."
"That doesn't excuse it, I should have gotten this by now."
"Relax, suplexes are your weak point, we know that, that's why we're doing this, we all want you to improve, and you have, it's just a slow process."
"Thanks Glen."
"No sweat kid." She slapped the back of his head.
"Don't call me kid, jackass."
"Don't call me jackass, kid." She stuck her tongue out at him. "Real mature brat." She gave him the finger.
"That better?"
"Much." Mark and Jeff were sitting outside the ring watching them, since she was going to be working with them it meant that at one time or another their safety would be in her hands.
"Alright Hardy get in here, we're going to rehearse the match."
"Again?"
"Yes again, don't complain, the more we practice the less nervous I'll be and the less chance I've got of screwing up and killing you."
"Nice to know."
"No problem." They started to rehearse the match that she'd done at least thirty times by then.
"Can I go home now?"
"Baby."
"I knew you wanted me." He was smirking again.
"In your dreams."
He smiled and winked at her. "Always." She laughed at his antics, he was always teasing her because of Mark's blabbing that she wasn't boy crazy, apparently that was unusual in young women.
"So, are we done for the day?"
"Stephanie wants to start working on your mic and announcing skills today."
"Ohhh no."
"What?"
"I don't do public speaking." She paused. "Okay, scratch that, I don't do public speaking well."
"Relax kid, Steph's a natural, she'll have you trained up in no time."
"Woo-freakin-hoo."
"Oh God not another Rick Flair." She laughed. "So what time should I expect Ms. McMahon?"
"About…"
"Hello, hello, hello."
They all answered together. "Now."
"So Belle you ready to get started?"
"Thrilled."
She didn't seem aware of the sarcasm. "Great, grab mic and lets get started." Belle slid out of the ring to grab a microphone. "Now, your first monologue is going to be with Mark and he's gotten quite good at this so let's get started."
"No you don't understand, this is my life, you had no part in it before now, and NOTHING has changed."
"Excellent, did you take speech classes?"
"Not since sixth grade."
"Well, that class apparently paid off, you're quite good at this. You don't need near as much work as we thought. Now, we don't really want to alter your look a lot, you look like the Dead Man's daughter as you are now, but we are going to send you through the normals for the women here."
"Normals?" This wasn't sounding too good.
"Facial, hair, nails, eyebrow shaping and tinting, and underarm, leg, and bikini waxes."
"No, no, no, no, no, no! I'm NOT getting waxed. You want to get rid of my hair, Epil Stop me."
"Epil Stop?"
"It's what I use, it's this weird lotion stuff you wipe on and wipe off, like Nair but not as smelly or harsh."
"I'll talk to our people about that. Now, we were thinking of tinting your hair to get the color match closer to Mark's, but the final decision on that is yours because of Amy's hair, we don't want you three too close together."
"If it's all the same I'd rather not, I don't want to fry my hair."
"That's fine, but everything else is mandatory. You should probably head back to the stylists now, your first appearance is on Smack Down tonight and I don't want your rushing around at the last minute." Personally she though Stephanie was over reacting, after all, what could take six hours to do, turns out she was almost exact on the time frame.
It was ten 'til six, they were just starting to let people in the arena and she was anything but calm. She was already at the announcer's table, Vince decided that they wouldn't be introduced; it would spare them needing to announce her name.
The night started out normally. The King and JR were acting just as scripted, like Belle being out there was absolutely normal. She joined in the banter, which surprisingly enough, she found out was mostly unscripted. Four matches later Mark came out for his match against Paul Levesque and just as scripted she jumped over the wall. The other announcers were shown on camera and the fans were completely puzzled.
"Why can't I do it?"
"Because I'm twice your size and weight."
"That doesn't excuse it, I should have gotten this by now."
"Relax, suplexes are your weak point, we know that, that's why we're doing this, we all want you to improve, and you have, it's just a slow process."
"Thanks Glen."
"No sweat kid." She slapped the back of his head.
"Don't call me kid, jackass."
"Don't call me jackass, kid." She stuck her tongue out at him. "Real mature brat." She gave him the finger.
"That better?"
"Much." Mark and Jeff were sitting outside the ring watching them, since she was going to be working with them it meant that at one time or another their safety would be in her hands.
"Alright Hardy get in here, we're going to rehearse the match."
"Again?"
"Yes again, don't complain, the more we practice the less nervous I'll be and the less chance I've got of screwing up and killing you."
"Nice to know."
"No problem." They started to rehearse the match that she'd done at least thirty times by then.
"Can I go home now?"
"Baby."
"I knew you wanted me." He was smirking again.
"In your dreams."
He smiled and winked at her. "Always." She laughed at his antics, he was always teasing her because of Mark's blabbing that she wasn't boy crazy, apparently that was unusual in young women.
"So, are we done for the day?"
"Stephanie wants to start working on your mic and announcing skills today."
"Ohhh no."
"What?"
"I don't do public speaking." She paused. "Okay, scratch that, I don't do public speaking well."
"Relax kid, Steph's a natural, she'll have you trained up in no time."
"Woo-freakin-hoo."
"Oh God not another Rick Flair." She laughed. "So what time should I expect Ms. McMahon?"
"About…"
"Hello, hello, hello."
They all answered together. "Now."
"So Belle you ready to get started?"
"Thrilled."
She didn't seem aware of the sarcasm. "Great, grab mic and lets get started." Belle slid out of the ring to grab a microphone. "Now, your first monologue is going to be with Mark and he's gotten quite good at this so let's get started."
"No you don't understand, this is my life, you had no part in it before now, and NOTHING has changed."
"Excellent, did you take speech classes?"
"Not since sixth grade."
"Well, that class apparently paid off, you're quite good at this. You don't need near as much work as we thought. Now, we don't really want to alter your look a lot, you look like the Dead Man's daughter as you are now, but we are going to send you through the normals for the women here."
"Normals?" This wasn't sounding too good.
"Facial, hair, nails, eyebrow shaping and tinting, and underarm, leg, and bikini waxes."
"No, no, no, no, no, no! I'm NOT getting waxed. You want to get rid of my hair, Epil Stop me."
"Epil Stop?"
"It's what I use, it's this weird lotion stuff you wipe on and wipe off, like Nair but not as smelly or harsh."
"I'll talk to our people about that. Now, we were thinking of tinting your hair to get the color match closer to Mark's, but the final decision on that is yours because of Amy's hair, we don't want you three too close together."
"If it's all the same I'd rather not, I don't want to fry my hair."
"That's fine, but everything else is mandatory. You should probably head back to the stylists now, your first appearance is on Smack Down tonight and I don't want your rushing around at the last minute." Personally she though Stephanie was over reacting, after all, what could take six hours to do, turns out she was almost exact on the time frame.
It was ten 'til six, they were just starting to let people in the arena and she was anything but calm. She was already at the announcer's table, Vince decided that they wouldn't be introduced; it would spare them needing to announce her name.
The night started out normally. The King and JR were acting just as scripted, like Belle being out there was absolutely normal. She joined in the banter, which surprisingly enough, she found out was mostly unscripted. Four matches later Mark came out for his match against Paul Levesque and just as scripted she jumped over the wall. The other announcers were shown on camera and the fans were completely puzzled.