"Come on, Jesse. I know you can do this." Billy whispers out loud to the empty room that surrounded him.
Billy sat on his couch, in the living room. He was sitting on the edge of his seat. Anticipating for Jesse's entrance into the Royal Rumble match. His first appearance with-in the company in about ten years. So Billy knew that Jesse was nervous, of looking bad. He had told him numerous times over the phone how he felt like he would just go out there and look like a fool, and Billy kept trying to reassure him that he would do fine. That he just needed to stop worrying over it. Billy knew how good Jesse was and the fans still remembered how good he was, that was all that mattered. Even if he did mess up, which Billy didn't think he would but if he happened too, the fans and Billy would forgive him. After-all it had been awhile since he had been in the ring, every-one gets ring-rust. Even the top-stars have their bad days. But that was all to be said, if Jesse messed up. Billy really didn't think that he would, and when Jesse came through that curtain, that old fire probably spinning around in his belly. Billy knew that feeling. Billy nearly jumped up, in excitement. Billy turned up the volume on his wide-screen television.
Billy stands up from his seat, when he watches as Jesse hits a few good punches. Billy mimicked Jesse as best as could, yelling "Get him, you got him. Hit him again. Yes!." When the crowd starting chatting "you still got it." Billy had to stand there and watch, his breath was heavy with excitement. He nearly got misty-eyed while hearing the reaction of the fans, towards Jesse. He knew how much it meant to Jesse for the fans approval. And it had been a long time coming for him to see that they fans still appreciated him and loved him, just as they did back in the day.
Billy seats back down, intently watching as the match winded down. He knew that Jesse would be getting thrown out soon, but he didn't care, he never took his eyes off the screen. And no-matter how long Jesse was in that ring for, he knew that Jesse had a blast being back out there, the fans knew it, you could see it. And he was proud of him, very proud of his partner.
After Jesse had been thrown out, by Wade Barret of all people. Billy knew that it was meant to be but he couldn't help but curse under his breath. Billy stands up, looking for where the remote fell down at during his earlier exchange with it. He finds it near one of the pillows on the couch. He grabs it, lowering the volume on the t.v. He immediately grabs his cell-phone sitting on the coffee-table. He looks up Jesse's number. And flips open to his text keyboard.
"You shouldn't be nothing but proud, babe. You did a awesome job. The fans really liked seeing you back."
Jesse grabs a towel and a water bottle, he grabs a seat and sits in-front of the lockers. He smiled as he watched wrestlers coming up to him, slapping him softly on the shoulder, or just waving at him from the halls. each saying that he did a good job. And welcome back.
"Maybe we're now see the road-dog back in action huh?." One had even said. That made Jesse smile even more wider.
When he looks down at his Cell-phone, he notices that it's blinking. He places his water bottle down, and promptly grabs it. Opening it to see what someone had sent. He reads it.
Text received at 9:42 - from Billy:sweetheart.
Jesse smiles as he reads through the text message. He quickly replies back without delay.
Billy was still enjoying the Rumble, even-though he would have enjoyed it more, if Jesse was still in it. But he knew that the younger guys deserved more in the time-slot then Jesse. He had his time, and now it was theirs. As sad as it made him. He knew that they still had it in them, both of them, to be just as big as they once were. Maybe even bigger, given the opportunity. But alas that was just a hopeful dream, wishful thinking on his part.
Billy gets up to grab himself something to drink from out of the kitchen, when his phone starts vibrating on the table. He quickly goes to grab it, so that it wouldn't fall and possibly break. He grabs it just in time. He sees that it's a text from Jesse.
Text received at 9:56 - from Jesse:sugersweets
Thank you for watching it, I am proud. But I have to admit, I can't wait to get home to you. Darling.
Billy smiles, and blushes a light pink. He always felt mushy inside, whenever Jesse called him darling. Well, as-long as no-one was around. He just hated it when he did it with others around. But alone, he could hear him saying that one word over and over, just put it on repeat.
I can't wait for you to be home too, babe. I love you. I'll probably call you later tonight. I'll give you some time to get back to your motel room and get a shower. Because I've got alot of things I wanna discuss. - Billy
Jesse watches on the small t.v. monitor the rest of the Rumble match. He had chosen a wrestler who he would have liked to see win, even had made a bet with a few friends about the out-come of the match, so he was pretty invested in finishing it.
He keeps a look-out for his phone, when he sees that Billy had replied too his text.
I love you too, baby. Okay. I'm gonna be waiting for your call then. I can't wait to hear your voice. Two weeks without you is torture!. - Jesse
Jesse hits the send button. As he watches Sheamus celebrating his victory. "Damn." Jesse curses. He just lost sixty bucks.
Billy shakes his head, not the wrestler who he was hoping to win. He hears his phone vibrating yet again. He grabs and reads the text sent by Jesse. He bites his lower lip, while thinking of a reply back.
Tell me about it, I've been having erotic dreams of you for the past couple of nights. Knowing that you'd be coming home soon... I guess my body will be happy to see you too. Huh?. *Laugh* - Billy
Jesse laughs at that, but felt the same.
...I know mine will be. I can't wait to feel you in me. I'm really trying hard here not to get a hard-on, in-front of all the other guys but you talking about having dreams of me, makes me really wish I was there with you, have you show me what I'm like in them. I now my body has really missed your touch. You miss mine?.
Billy shakes his head.
Of course, I've missed you, silly. ... And I hope you've got that under-control. You don't want any of those other guys getting the wrong idea now. They might think your getting off because of them, being all half-naked and what not.
Your half-naked body is the only thing that I get off on now, you know that. *smiles* Anyways, I love you and don't forget, you were gonna call me later, I'll still being waiting for that call. I'm looking forward to it.
Jesse sends the text, as he places his phone down near his belongings. He walks over towards Sheamus who just got back to the locker area. He gives him congratulations and walks towards the bath-room, having to piss major.
Jesse gets back from the bath-room, going to check for any new text messages when he leans down, he sees that his phone is no-longer there. He points down towards his bag. "Hey, did anyone see where my phone went?. I had it down there."
A few wrestlers standing by just shook their heads. "No, man. I didn't see it, Sorry." A few others replied.
Jesse stands up-right, confused. He thinks back trying to remember if maybe he had placed it somewhere else instead. "But no, I am sure that's where I had it. But where did it go, I know it didn't just get up and walk away." He whispers.
Jesse gets up, slowly walking around the locker room area. Looking down towards the floor. Nothing.
"Where the hell did it go. Is someone playing a joke with me, come on. It is not funny, I'm expecting a call."
A few wrestlers shook their heads, replying that they didn't have it and they then proceeded to walk out the room.
"Are you looking for this?."
Jesse turns around to the voice. "Did you find my phone?."
The man holds up the phone in one hand. "This the phone?. Is it yours?."
Jesse steps up to the man "Yeah, it is. Give it here. Where'd you find it?."
The man allows Jesse to take the phone back. "I just found it over there." The man points to Jesse's locker.
Jesse crutches his eyebrows up. "Did you not realize that that was my stuff." He replies in a rather angry tone.
The man shrugs his shoulders "..Oh, I knew it was your stuff." He stats nonchalantly.
"...Oh you did. Huh, well didn't your parents ever teach that it was not acceptable to just go around taking things that didn't belong to you?." Jesse replies getting angrier by each sentence that this man spilled out.
"...Oh don't get so upset. I let you have it back, didn't I?. Don't get so hot, ...Sugersweets." The man smiles.