Taking Chances
Chapter 1
"Jeff, I'm gonna kick your ass if you keep throwing peanuts at me." Jessa growled, kicking him in the shin when he threw another one at her, smirking in satisfaction at the loud grunt that escaped him. The boy just never learned. It was amazing he still had any brain cells left after all the stunts he pulled out in the ring. She smiled, running a hand through her long black hair, the tips dyed blue thanks to Jeff. Jessa and Jeff were best friends, had been for the past three years she worked for the World Wrestling Entertainment. Not a day went by that Jessa didn't get a visit from him in her office or heard one of his jokes to crack her up. He definitely was a character and she loved him for his spirit and individuality.
"You know you love it." Jeff smirked, bending down to rub his shin then flashed her one of his patented cheeky grins. "Jessie, can I ask you something?" When she blinked and nodded, he rested his head on her shoulder, batting his long eyelashes. "Could you get me another bag of peanuts? You kinda killed all mine." He danced away; laughing and wound up slipping on one of the crushed shells, doing an ungainly dance and then promptly went flying backwards over a low table, doing a somersault and right smack into the wall. "Cancel that order." He groaned.
Jessa was laughing so hard, tears were streaming down her cheeks as she shook her head, popping some popcorn in her mouth that she'd made. "Skittles, you are a piece of work, my friend." She stated, shaking her head, and walked over to help him up, rubbing his head. "Aww the poor baby got hurt." She said in a baby voice and giggled, dodging his swat as she walked back over to sit down. That didn't last long because the table Jeff had flipped over with Mark Calaway's and he wasn't in the best of moods lately. Jessa sighed and went to do damage control before Mark ended up killing her best friend.
Jeff was in a pickle. He was talking fast and not giving the adorable look, that'd get his ass kicked quicker then anything. "Mark, it was an accident man, I didn't mean to knock your stuff..." He swallowed hard at the look in those wicked green eyes. "Mommy..."
Grunting, Mark tossed Jeff right back over the damn table.
"I don't want lunch anymore..."
Rolling her eyes, Jessa walked over and helped Jeff up again, sitting him at her table before planting her hands on her hips. "Mark Calaway, kindly remove the stick from your ass or don't eat with your fellows co-workers. Thank you." She said sweetly then grabbed her bottle of water with her bag of popcorn and walked out of the cafeteria, not believing the man just did that to Jeff.
Jeff stared at Jessa, following her with big green eyes. "Marry me?" He pleaded, smiling when she shook her head no and got on his knees, clasping his hands in front of him. He followed her like that, on his knees, begging her to marry him, nonplussed with the comments and looks he got from his co-workers, they were pretty much used to him being a lunatic.
"Jeff, get off the floor." She was laughing, finding this amusing as she walked into her office with him following on his hands and knees. "Look, I'd love to marry you honey, but I have a confession to make." She sighed wistfully, studying her black painted fingernails with a smirk, seeing the questions in his green eyes. "I'm a lesbian, you didn't know?" She giggled when his jaw dropped and sat down at her computer.
"Oh that's okay." Jeff said, recovering quickly and bounced up to sit on her desk, staring down at her. "You can marry me and still be a lesbian. Hell, you can bring ladies home...I won't touch, promise." He teased, holding up his hands innocently. "I'll just watch, okay?" He jumped down and danced out of smacking range, preparing to duck and cover.
"You are a sick man, Hardy." Jessa stated through giggles, trying to be stern, but it wasn't happening. "What would Beth have to say?" She smirked when his face paled and giggled more before starting her computer up, bringing up some files. "Now get lost, I have work to do and you need to go get ready for your tag match against Randy and Umaga." She informed before going back to work. She was the lead script writer for the WWE and basically did the entire job by herself since the other writers just came up with ideas out of their asses that blew. Jessa would read them and toss them away just as quickly, coming up with her own ideas.
"Oh yeah that's why I can't marry you, besides Beth of course." Jeff said thoughtfully, walking towards the door. "Because SOMEONE got the bright IDEA that it would BOOST my CAREER to put me in a feud against not one, but TWO, people who don't know what JOBBING means!" He blew her a kiss before darting out the door.
"Not my fault your dumbass decided to go up one more tier MORE than what you should've and nearly fell to your death!" Jessa shouted back at his retreating form and growled before turning back to work on the scripts. She was currently on Smackdown's, already finished with Raw and ECW. Smackdown was more difficult because she had a lot of wrestlers who hated their scripts and complained to her. She sighed, already feeling a headache coming on, and decided to Hell with them. They got paid to follow the script and that's what they were going to do.
Not paid enough because in Jeff's case, he normally wound up suffering for days afterwards. He loved his job, but...Umaga AND Randy? He whimpered when he seen the two men already talking about the match. Randy was a good guy, but once in the ring, all bets were off. "I'm gonna go call in sick." He announced to himself, spinning around and promptly halted. Locker room leader and resident PMSing male, Mark Calaway was standing not far off. "Or maybe I'll just go get killed out there."
This was so frustrating. Bautista hated his gimmick, Finlay didn't want to be with Hornswaggle anymore, and the Divas were bitching because there were hardly any matches for them! Jessa finally shoved the papers in her drawer and shut her computer off, needing some time to think. She pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling a migraine coming on, and closed her eyes as she leaned back in her chair. Was it any wonder why she never got any sleep these days? She couldn't work like this if the Superstars weren't willing to compromise and work with her. It was always demand, demand, demand and Jessa was tired of supplying them with lame ass storylines. She groaned and took a sip of her water, hoping this headache went away soon before she ended up blowing her head off.
Mark shook his head and sighed, running a hand down his face. Yeah, he was in a pissy mood lately and yes, he was taking it out on people who were unfortunate to cross paths with him. And it had everything to do with this current storyline. He was BORED, the fans were getting bored, and pretty soon they'd have him back to doing the 'kiss my ass' club just for change. He shivered at the very thought, his eyes narrowing. He needed something new.
Glen walked up with a grin, in his Kane wrestling gear, seeing his best friend in turmoil over the script. "Ya know it's not all of Jessa's fault right?" He asked knowingly, sighing when Mark just growled in response. "Look, if you're that upset with it, why don't YOU come up with something and give her your idea? Anything to get that stick removed from your ass." He snickered, still not believing Jessa, tiny Jessa, said to possibly the baddest man in this company. "You gotta admit, that was funny."
"Funny as hell, ha ha ha." Mark replied dryly, not in the mood. "I'm thinking about what I want to do." He then said, his lips curling into a sneer when Glen shot him a look. "Maybe I ought to ask for something involving me kicking your ass?"
"Dead Man Express on PMS coming through!" Jeff laughed, quickly ducking behind the curtain. Better to go to the ring then die.
Throwing his head back, Glen started roaring with laughter while Mark scowled dangerously. Poor Jeff was digging himself a grave he didn't even realize. "Hope ya find that idea. Later man." He walked off, still laughing his ass off, tears stinging his eyes as he wiped them. "Deadman Express on PMS..." He snorted and then laughed harder, shaking his head. He'd definitely remember that one.
"Laugh it up, asshole." Mark called out to his friend, growling when Glen just kept walking and shook his head. He'd deal with Hardy later on. He was feeling pretty wicked lately and smirked slightly. Maybe it was time for a return to the Dark side...Mark chuckled to himself. He'd always loved that version of the Undertaker, it was fun playing the villain. A fresh storm of ideas brewing, he went to tape up.
"Jessa, I have a problem..." Torrie whined as she entered the office and was thrown right back out a second later, colliding into the wall, followed by the door slamming shut hard.
She wasn't going to hear it again. No fucking way! This was the fourth time in a month Torrie had come to her with some kind of problem regarding her script. She shook her head and sat back down, daring the bitch to enter her office again. She'd end up busting her head open and get fired. Oh the joys of working for this company!
"Now I realize you don't like us Divas, but do you have to kill them before I can?" Ashley asked, stepping in a second later, over Torrie's currently writhing in pain dead ass. "Hey, no, I'm not here to bug you about any lines, chill out. Jeez Jessa, you need a vacation, you know that? I ACTUALLY wanted to know if you wanted to do something tonight, without Jeff, like the guy, but he's probably going to die for insulting 'Taker."
"I know you're not here to bug me about your script. Sorry. I'm just so damn frustrated right now." Jessa sighed as she stood up and hugged one of her few girl friends in Ashley. "You know I'm always up for some clubbin' girl." She giggled, leaning against her desk, wearing a pair of black dress pants with a cream colored short sleeved shirt that had a V shaped neckline. "What did you have in mind?"
"Just going out, some drinking, some dancing. Maybe finding a cute honey or two." Ashley smiled, her eyes twinkling and rolled her hips. "It'll be fun, you don't actually have to take said honeys home of course, that is completely optional and besides. Oh hey Marky Mark." Ashley loved teasing him, he took it so well.
Mark sighed resignedly. He was destined to be tormented by these young punks, wasn't he?
"See, yeah...completely optional."
Jessa giggled as she nodded her head, seeing the exasperated look on Mark's face. "Sounds like a plan. Meet me at the hotel later on. I'll be there as soon as I'm done with these scripts." She stated before Ashley walked out, closing the door behind her. "What can I do for you Mark?" She asked resignedly, deciding to just get this over with, and held up her hand when he went to speak. "If this is about the script, then turn your ass around and walk right out. I'm not dealing with anymore whining wrestlers and Divas who can't hack what I come up with." She was through with this shit and didn't care if this man towered over her.
