Three Weeks Later - Lafayette, Louisiana:

Belle paced back and forth in her new Hotel room and mentally screamed at herself once again. For nearly a month it had been a constant tug of war within her mind about whether she had made the right decision. She even thought it would be a good idea if she left in the middle of the night. But what about the contract she had signed? Would they come after her for the money they gave her upfront?

Sure it was a small amount but still more than she had seen upfront in a while - she wondered over and over would they accept her terms of a payment arrangement? Such silly notions had filled her head and countless more, would they send JJ and his spies after her? And what about her Parents, they wouldn't go after them would they?

"What the hell, they aren't the bloody Mafia, they won't send someone to knee cap me. Get it together woman!"

Belle huffed at her own stupidity and sat back down on the edge of the bed. "Typical me, I let my imagination get in the way when my head knows better." She shook her head again. "It's time to step out of the darkness and into the light."

She finished her little self pep talk and walked into the bathroom. She had laid out all of her makeup like usual including the new stencil Ali had purchased for her. Belle had thanked the sweet girl for her kind gesture and all the tips she had given her and shown her and wished her nothing but the best in the future.

Belle stood in front of the mirror and placed the small stencil over her closed eyelid and began the new process and finished off the rest of the application. Once she looked herself over and was fairly impressed by what she had managed to accomplish, she brushed out her hair and put it up into a stylish yet simple low ponytail and walked back out to the main living area.

For her first official day of work she had opted for a nice pair of woolen light gray dress pants, a white short sleeved fitted shirt, natural makeup, her favourite pair of black pumps, a black tote bag and her brand-new mid thigh length Coat. During her numerous conversations with Stephanie, her new boss had let her know she would be required to adhere to the Company wide business casual dress code even when she was at the Arenas. Belle learned Vince had put the policy in place several years ago because as Steph had put it, "Vince hated seeing everyone looking like they were going to the Mall." The WWE is a corporation and everyone must play and look the part.

She doubled checked she had everything she needed including her security pass and headed downstairs to wait for her driver. One of the "cake toppers" included into her contract was that they would supply a private driver and car for her whilst she was on the road and also when she was required at H.Q. Belle thanked Steph because she knew they didn't have to, but she had insisted on it, and they also included access to the Corporate Jet when she was needed for big PPV's, and she could join them on the return trip as well back to Stamford. "Keep rolling with it girl." Belle smirked to herself.

Belle stepped off of the elevator once it had reached the lobby and checked out the window to see if her car had arrived. She had received her travel details the night before about what sort of car would come to pick her up and details about her driver. A white SUV pulled up at the doors and a man aged in his thirties jumped out and walked in, "Miss. Westlake? Hi I'm Max, I'll be your driver for your stay." He smiled and held his hand out.

"Yes. Hi Max, nice to meet you." Belle smiled and shook his hand.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked politely.

"I'm all ready." Belle replied.

They walked outside and Max held the back door open for her and helped her in before he closed the door. "Since I'm early I thought we could take the scenic route and you could have a look before you needed to check in at the Arena, if you would like too of course?" Max announced as he jumped back behind the wheel of the car.

Belle smile and nodded her head. "Max, that sounds lovely, thank you." She appreciated his kind gesture and made a mental note to leave a good review like she did with Marty back in Stamford.

Max pointed out several famous diners and restaurants on his personalised tour and drove past a couple of the more popular parks on the way to the Cajundome. "Well here we are, now the plan is to drive you to the back and afterwards I will come back to pick you up. You can message me at anytime if you need me earlier and I will be there in a flash."

"Thanks Max." She replied and gathered her tote. "Breathe." She whispered as Max opened her door and offered his arm for her to hold onto. "Thank you so much."

"I can walk with you if you'd like?" He offered nicely.

"That obvious am I?" Belle laughed.

"First day is hard for everyone." He winked and walked beside her down towards where the security guards were standing at the back exit.

Good morning Miss, can we help you?" A guard asked as they approached.

"Good morning. My name is Belle Westlake, here's my security pass."

The guard looked over the pass and relayed the pass code into his radio. "All good. Welcome to the Cajundome Miss. Westlake. My name is Sam please come in someone from the front is on their way to meet with you."

"Hi Sam, thank you." Belle smiled. "Max thanks again and I will message you if our plans change, if not should I meet you back here at this door?"

"Absolutely, I will make sure I arrive a little early and you'll see my face as soon as the door opens."

Belle let out a little laugh and wished him a good day before she turned back around and followed the guard into the Arena.

"You can wait here there's a chair right behind you here, and Thomas will be down. He has blonde hair, and he's about mid height, can I help you with anything else?"

"Oh no I'm fine thanks Sam. Thank you for your help."

Sam nodded and walked back towards the back to join his co-worker. Belle took a seat and waited for her next "handler" of sorts. She took a quick look around and smiled at every person who walked past, and they smiled back and tried hard not to stare to long when she folded up her vision cane and placed it on her lap.

A few minutes later a blonde man with a placard around his neck approached and called out her name. "Are you Belle?"

"Yes, hi I'm Belle, you must be Thomas it's nice to meet you."

"Great to meet you as well. Please follow me and I can show you around." Thomas said nicely and smiled as she stood and unfolded her cane. "Okay, so it's good you arrived early, so I can go through some arrangements we've made to make sure everything works for you."

He pointed out and introduced her to several people backstage who were in charge of different areas, and they explained their roles and invited her to come up for a chat and if she needed any help, they would be more than happy to assist. They welcomed her to the WWE and wished her well.

On their way to where Stephanie would be set for the evening, he pointed out where the bathrooms were and catering. "Please feel free to come in and order whatever you like. Show them your pass, and they will take care of you. "

Belle nodded and thanked him. "This is a huge production isn't it?" She said quietly, amazed by everything around her.

Thomas smiled, "It's a little overwhelming at first, but you get used to it after a while. You'll do great Belle, no matter what you may have heard we are a family back here, and we'll help you out."

Belle returned his smile and continued to follow him around. She smiled and shook hands with the rest of the people Thomas introduced her to, and they soon found themselves back at Stephanie's makeshift office.

"Okay, here is your new phone the Office pays for all your calls they need to know they can contact you at all times." He said with a playful roll of his eyes. "I've programmed all the relevant numbers in for you already and I've included mine, please message or call me if you need anything at all. I have to get to a meeting with one of the Agents but is there anything else I can help with at the moment?"

"Ah, no I think you've covered pretty much everything for now, thanks again for the help and the tour." Belle replied and reached out for her new phone.

"No problem Belle, well welcome again and I'll see you later. I'll come by in a little while, and we can get something to eat if you'd like?"

"Thank you would be great. Thanks, Thomas."

It truly was a lot to take in all at once, all the people, equipment, the huge trucks in the parking bays, it was like she was on a carnival ride with all the lights and sounds whizzing past her at a million miles a minute. She closed her eyes and sat down on a chair which was next to one of the large production boxes close to the office and slowed her breathing and her mind as her nerves rose again. "Everything will be fine."

Belle folded up her cane and placed it in her lap along with her handbag and waited. Thomas had informed her Steph would be there within the next twenty minutes and asked for her to wait near the Office, so they could get started as soon as she settled in. She began to look through her phone and set her new pass code when she heard voices from around the corner.

"Did you hear about the new girl?"

"No what new girl? A new wrestler?"

"I don't think so, the woman had a cane." The first person laughed.

"A walking stick? Or like a crutch?" The other female voice replied.

"No one of those long ones, I think she's blind!"

"What! How is she supposed to move around the ring?"

She watched quietly as the two women turned the other way when they reached the corner oblivious to her presence and continued their little gossip session.

Belle shook her head and tried not to laugh out aloud. "And so it begins..."

Meanwhile:

Colby, dressed in a black pinstriped suit, nodded at the guard who let him into the Arena and stormed over to the list taped to the wall which let everyone know where the dressing rooms were located for the evening. He let out an audible sigh when he noticed his private room was close to where the girls would be stationed, and angrily pulled his suitcase behind him. He was in no mood to joke around or be hounded with a million questions, all he wanted to do was unpack his bag, get his meeting over with Paul and hide out for the rest of the night until they called his name.

He shoved the door open and let it close with a bang behind him as he lifted his bag up and placed it down on the table. He removed his jacket and sat down and sighed heavily. This was supposed to be his time and within a blink of an eye, he had once again found himself in limbo and had to face the harsh reality that by the end of the day, everything he had sacrificed and worked for; might all be destroyed.

At the crack of dawn, his phone started to beep every couple of minutes, he paid no attention and went back to sleep. But then the frequency went into overdrive! "What the fuck!" He grunted and rolled over to grab his phone. He entered his pass code and swiped down to check his messages and found Becca's name on every single one.

The first five were about how happy they were and still could be and how much she loved him, and she knew he still loved her. But after he hadn't responded things turned ugly. She accused him of everything under the sun. He'd slept with half the roster whilst on the road, he never truly loved her like she loved him, he treated her like one of his whores and used her for sex and so on.

Colby — Becca

Becs, pls stop. It's over we need to accept this and move on. C

Becca — Colby

You don't know what love is you bastard! I gave you the world and u gave me nothing; I HATE U!

Colby — Becca

I'm not doing this again. Take care — C.

After even more outrageous messages Colby decided not to add more fuel to the fire and blocked her. What was it about him that attracted nobody but crazy stalkers? He shook his head when he looked at the time and let out a groan. They had been going back and forth for nearly an hour, and he had been so wound up there was next to zero chance he would fall back to sleep.

Colby wiped his eyes and eased out of bed, his body and muscles protested at every little move. He walked into the bathroom and took care of his needs before he turned the shower on and stepped in. The hot water hit his sore back and eased the tension for a few minutes. He finished up his shower, stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist as he heard his phone ping again.

"What the hell?" He sat down on the bed and scrolled through his alerts, it was a notification about a message left on his social media account. He logged in and couldn't believe what he saw, Becca had left a slew of messages on his public WWE account on Instagram and included several private photographs. "Shit!"

He worked fast to take several screenshots, deleted all she had posted, blocked her account, made his private and reported her. He also sent a message to Paul about what had happened and hoped he understood once he was able to explain everything.

How could this happen again? Yet another relationship that crashed and burned in front of the World. Another woman who violated his privacy and tried to humiliate him. "What the hell is wrong with me?"

Colby rolled his eyes and grunted when Paul messaged him back and asked him to arrive early because they needed to talk." "Fantastic!" He dried himself off, got dressed packed his bag and called reception to order him a cab to the Arena.

He sneaked out of his room happy that nobody was around and pressed for the elevator. Once he reached the lobby and settled his account, the desk clerk handed over his receipt and told him the cab would be there shortly.

Thanks." He replied politely and wheeled his bag over to the small lounge and sat down. He exhaled loudly and switched his phone to silent and slipped it into the inside pocket in his jacket. He wanted and needed to shut the World away and be still, be silent.

He was brought out of his thoughts when his phone went off to let him know he had a message. He looked down to see a message from Paul telling him that he was ready to see him and to make his way down to his Office when he could.

"Okay, here we go." Colby whispered. "Time to save your career...again."