Chapter 2
"Hey there Jer." David fell into step beside her, his own bag slung over his shoulder. He had been busy with one of the Divas, a smirk on his face. "Where's Randy?" He asked, knowing damn well she didn't like him, but then again the feeling was fairly mutual. He figured she was a gold digging bitch who was out to reclaim her youth by dating a younger man.
Jerica stopped dead in her tracks as David turned to face her, blue eyes narrowed and instantly iced over, her bag over her shoulder that had her articles and whatnot in them, taking a long drag of her cigarette. "I'm really not in the mood for your bullshit, Bautista. Just say what you have to so I can be on my way."
Her voice was blunt as she crossed her arms in front of her chest, blowing smoke right in his face, not backing down and showing no fear. Her uncle was Stone Cold Steve Austin for Christ sakes! Austin's didn't back down from anyone.
David's charming albeit slightly sinister and somewhat lewd smile never left his face. He just inhaled the smoke she blew at him, blowing a wisp right back out his nostrils. "Why don't you blow off Randy and come have a drink with me?" He suggested, completely ignoring her angry tone and the look on her face.
"You ask me that question every time we run into each other and every time I give you the same answer." Her voice was cool, calm and collected as she took another deep drag before flicking the butt right in his chest, blue eyes flashing angrily. "Hell no."
She sidestepped him and headed to her car, growling under her breath, not believing the audacity of that prick. This all started when she started dating Randy and David just wouldn't leave her alone, for what reason she did not know. He was ugly and needed lay off the steroids. He was definitely not her type.
As always, he persisted. He wasn't entirely pleased with the scorch mark in his t-shirt, but at the same time, her fiery attitude was a turn on. Before she could open her car door, he pinned her against it. "It's time you give me a different-"
"No means no, Bautista. Now back off." Mark ordered in a grave voice.
"What part of I think you're the UGLIEST, steroid pill popping freak I've ever met and I want NOTHING to do with you do you not understand?" She shot back angrily, seeing his brown eyes widen at first then narrow, opening her backdoor to toss her bag inside before slamming it shut again. "For the FINAL time, Bitchtista, I want NOTHING to do with you! NOTHING! I'm with Randy Keith Orton, a REAL man, not some overbearing, overzealous pompous asshole! Now if you want, I will call my Uncle Steve to give you ANOTHER beating?" She smirked, thinking about the last time her uncle had paid a visit to the WWE. He became the Sheriff on Raw and put David in his place in a hurry, especially regarding her.
"Your Uncle Steve can suck my ass and, Calaway, why don't you-" David made a rasping noise as one of Mark's massive hands wrapped around his throat, feeling himself being slammed back into Jerica's rental.
"Why don't I what?" Mark demanded, eyes flashing angrily. He glanced at Jerica, throwing David to the parking garage floor so she could get in her car. "He pull this a lot?"
"I've lost count after one hundred." She replied dryly, no humor whatsoever in her voice, shaking her head. "Every damn night, not including when he's off the road. It's getting ridiculous and, before you ask, yes I've already filed a sexual harassment lawsuit against him, which he doesn't give a damn about, and I've spoken to Vince. But since Davey boy is best friends with Paul, who is fucking the boss's daughter, it gives him stroke in the company and he thinks he can do whatever he damn well pleases." Jerica wasn't afraid to speak her mind, snarling when David glared at her. "Last warning, David, you either leave me alone or I'm calling my uncle again and this time, you WON'T get up from his beating. Leave me alone, I'm with Randy and nothing is going to change that. Get it? Got it? GOOD."
"Go fuck your-"
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Mark planted a heavy boot directly on David's throat, pressing down, silently threatening to crush the other man's windpipes if he didn't learn to shut the hell up. "I'll go one better. If you don't leave her alone, I'LL be the one dealing with you. How's that sound?"
David shook his head, clearly saying 'not good.'
Jerica was surprised by this considering Mark Calaway rarely spoke to her. She knew him and Steve were good friends, but...She shrugged, not ready to question it. "Just leave me alone, Bautista, and find someone else who will put up with your ass. I don't want you, I have who I want and that's Randy. Get over it." She snorted as Mark released the man reluctantly, watching as David slithered into the night like a snake, raking a hand through her hair. "Thanks 'Taker." She quietly said, knowing he hated being called by his real name, especially by WWE employees of any kind.
"Not a problem, darlin'." Mark said, his narrowed green eyes firmly fastened on David's retreating back. Thinking what a nice target it made, wondering idly how badly he could hurt Bautista before the board actually considered firing him, a lot was his guess. "He bothers you again, let me know." He cracked his neck, finally looking down at her. "What's Randy say about Bautista hounding you?"
"Randy has threatened and beat his ass several times, but the asshole just can't seem to get it through his thick skull." Jerica replied and sighed when she got a text message, seeing it was from Randy, asking her if she was alright. Before she could text him back, her phone rang again and answered it. "I'm fine, David tried pulling his shit again. I'm talking to 'Taker at the moment." She rubbed her temples. "He stopped David from probably assaulting me, Randy." She held the phone away from her ear as Randy began bellowing, rolling her eyes, and finally put it to her ear when he began calling her name. "Are you done with your tantrum?"
"You need to start leaving with me, Jeri!" Obviously Randy was not done with his tantrum. "Bring your work with you to the hotel and fax it if you have too, but this shit with David is getting out of fucking control!"
Mark arched one black eyebrow, staring at her with a 'isn't he sweet' sort of look, total sarcasm in his eyes.
"Randy, I've been here for over ten years and I have everything in my office that lets me get the job done. Why don't YOU wait for me at the arenas, hmm? Why do I have to sacrifice my time at the arenas for you?" She shot back, becoming upset and held the phone away from her ear, finally having enough. "I'm getting off now and getting my own room. When you grow up and realize that my job comes first, just like yours does, then you can talk to me. Until then, here's the dial tone." She snapped the lid of her cell phone and tossed it in her purse before raking a hand through her hair. He could be a total child when he wanted too.
That was interesting. So Randy Keith Orton wasn't the perfect boyfriend after all. In fact, he sounded a lot like a spoiled little brat who was too used to getting his own way. It was amusing that he was with a woman who obviously wasn't going to cater to him like he was a god.
"Well darlin', I guess you've got things under control." He drawled, trying to hide the amusement he felt, but it was seeping into his tone. "I'm sorry, Jerica, you're such a damn spitfire..." He shook his head, shoulders shaking slightly.
"You do remember who my uncle is, right?" Jerica smirked when he nodded, chuckling softly with him and leaned against her car before lighting another cigarette, needing it after the confrontation with David and then her fight with Randy. When her cell phone started ringing, she simply flipped it open and closed while 'Taker chuckled louder at her. "You know, as long as I've worked here with you, I've never seen you laugh before. It's amusing and weird to the say the least." She crossed her ankles, one arm crossed over her chest, and stared back into his eyes. "Thanks again for what you did to David. I think I am going to call my uncle again, just for extra precaution."
Mark shrugged, not bothered in her comment about him laughing being both amusing and weird at the same time. Though given she had been in the company for about eleven years, and this was the first time she had heard him laugh...that he found weird. He laughed frequently. Granted, it was usually at his opponents or someone he had scared shitless.
"Darlin', if you need someone to take care of bitch boy," He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder in the direction David had taken off in. "I'd be MORE than happy to do it."
"Thanks, 'Taker, that means a lot." She took a drag of her cigarette and sighed, letting the nicotine work its magic, ignoring her now buzzing phone. Randy was going to blow it up and then force her to get another one. He would be paying for it too. "Well I won't take anymore of YOUR time, but I would appreciate if you could put a beating on him for me." She winked cheekily and reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck and gave him a friendly hug before pulling back. "Thanks again, Deadman." She slipped into her car and flicked ash away before starting it up, already on her phone and calling the hotel, glad they had a room for her. Randy was going to learn one way or another that she wasn't bending for him, knowing he would never bend for her.
Mark watched until her taillights had disappeared from view, shaking his head before ambling to his own motorcycle, straddling it. Trouble in paradise. Why that interested him, he wasn't entirely sure, but it did. Smirking, he revved the Harley, peeling out of the parking garage as well.
Jerica arrived back at the hotel, going under a false name, just incase Randy decided to come search for her and took a long hot bath. She was glad 'Taker had been there tonight or else David would've had bad intentions in mind. Sighing, Jerica washed her body and hair, the strawberry scent lingering in the air. An hour later, she pulled herself out of the tub and wrapped a towel around her body before brushing her hair and teeth, changing into deep red cotton shorts with a spaghetti strapped tank top, heading to bed. She put lotion on her legs, arms and face, her nightly ritual, and sighed as her heart felt heavy. She missed Randy, but she had to teach him a lesson. Without another thought, Jerica laid down and fell right to sleep.
Randy was LIVID to say the least. He was mad at Bautista for being a moron and not leaving Jerica alone. He was mad at 'Taker for being there to protect her and he was mad at her for being a foolhardy pain in his ass. Why the hell couldn't she bring her work home with her? After a match, he was half dead on his feet and she wanted him to stay at the arena until midnight or later?
"Damn it..." He groaned, rubbing his temples.
