Chapter 11
Halfway through the night, Jerica decided to go down to the cafeteria to grab her usual salad and water, not needing coffee anymore. She'd taken a nap on the plane and a few hours at her hotel room when she arrived earlier. She was energized; though no feeling, no life was in her eyes. Just pure focus, refusing to even smile. She walked inside the cafeteria, gathering what she wanted and walked right back out, knowing she had too much work to sit in the cafeteria. She honestly didn't feel like hearing the gossip swirling around about her either.
Going straight to her office wasn't meant to be because Jerica walked right into Mark when she turned a corner. He stooped to catch her salad before it could hit the floor, her bottled water in the other hand, silently holding them both out to her; his green eyes unreadable, face a blank mask. He wasn't about to encourage her already warped way of thinking anymore then he, apparently, already had. His right hand was wrapped in gauze from having punched out a mirror earlier, now smarting a bit from knocking out Bautista.
Jerica sighed, having not paid attention to where she was going, her mind on other things. "Sorry." She murmured, taking her salad, which was in a sealed container along with her water, her eyes drifting downward to his hand, swallowing hard. She didn't even want to know what he had done as she slowly backed away. "I hope your knee is alright." She added as she walked past him and went on her way, not sure what else to say to him, especially since he had woken her up that morning with a kiss. Hard to believe that had happened just hours prior and her mind was still reeling from it.
'Hope your sanity is alright.' The thought crossed his mind, but...He kept on walking. If Jerica decided he wasn't out to get in her panties -which he wasn't, exactly, it was complicated- then she'd eventually get around to talking to him again. About things that weren't mundane such as 'I can't ignore you completely' things. "Damn it." He muttered under his breath, knowing she was going to be the death of him; this was getting old.
He wanted her.
"Can we talk, Jeri?"
Jerica actually dropped her salad and water when she heard that voice from behind, immediately bending down to pick them up, trembling slightly. Flashbacks of Randy pinning her to the wall and touching her flew through her mind, tears stinging her eyes. "No." She stated through a cracked voice, blinking tears away frantically. No, she couldn't do this, not while she was at work. She had to make sure the magazine was perfect; it was her job and she was good at it, damn it!
Randy was more then shocked to see tears forming just as rapidly as she blinked them away, his blue eyes widening for a moment before turning sad. Realizing they were because of him; his mere presence was enough to make Jerica cry. He backed away, holding up his hands in a surrender gesture, hoping that set her mind at ease.
"Jeri..." He whispered, shame in his eyes now.
She hated that she was so afraid of him, but did he blame her? He scared the living daylights out of her the previous night and Jerica had no idea what he was going to do her, what he was capable of. She wasn't having sex with Mark! She wasn't screwing anyone! The tears were suddenly replaced with anger as she clenched her teeth, trying like hell to stop shaking.
"Come here to accuse me of fucking someone else, Orton?" Jerica demanded, surprised by how strong her voice was as opposed to moments ago, not even wanting to hear it. She began walking away, needing to get back to her office.
"No, Jerica." His tone alone stopped her, watching her back, seeing her shoulders tensing and knew he wasn't ever going to get her back. He didn't blame her; look at what he had done to her! Ramming a semi on purpose, calling her all sorts of childish names…the assault…that one brought a flush of shame to his cheeks. "No, I'm not. I'm done. I'll leave you alone; forever if you want, if that will make you happy. That's all I want is for you to be happy again, even if...even if it's not with me."
"Don't you get it?!" She shrieked, suddenly whirling around to face him, the anger exploding through her blue orbs, watching him take a step back. "You arrogant son of a bitch! There IS no one else! There never was! I loved you and ONLY you! And then you got in this storyline with Mark and it was like everything fucking changed! You rammed a goddamn semi to stop him from talking to me, Randy! You sexually assaulted me in his dressing room of all places and god knows what else you would've done to me had he not walked in!" Tears were streaming down her face now, not caring at the moment. "You know what? When I first got in this company, it was very hard to gain the amount of respect and admiration I have now, which is probably tarnished because of your ridiculous accusations and David's! I NEVER slept with Mark! The ONLY man I've slept with in this company is YOU! Before you came along, I had a rule not to get involved with or date any co-workers, but I broke it with you because I fucking fell in love with your stupid ass! I broke everything when I accepted your date offer and I'm breaking my rules now by standing here in the middle of a goddamn hallway yelling and berating you for your unbelievably stupid, childish and moronic behavior!"
Not only was she standing here in the middle of a hallway yelling and berating him for being stupid, childish and moronic, she was also attracting a lot of attention. His face was BURNING as a crowd formed around them, hearing someone begin to clap followed by more people doing it. He was in Hell. Plain and simple. Jerica was currently Satan…albeit a sexy, gorgeous Devil, but Satan nonetheless.
"I deserve that." He muttered softly.
"Damn straight you do!"
Jerica wiped her tears away and stood her ground. "I am NOT sorry that my job comes before everything in my life and do you know why? Because this company is wonderful and gave me a chance, ONE CHANCE, to prove to them that I could be perfection and professional! I've NEVER in my entire life, my ten plus years here, yelled at a Superstar before. But then again, I've never been involved with an egotistical prick either!" She was so angry right now; she was physically trembling. "I've worked here a VERY long time and NOTHING is going to stop me from doing my job. NOTHING! I have work to do so if you'll excuse me, Mr. Orton; go get your ass kicked while I go do what I do best and that's give the best magazines I possibly can for the fans and this company!" With that said, Jerica turned and stormed off, not even caring about her salad and water at the moment, more tears falling.
This left Randy standing there with a slack jaw, roses in his cheeks and wide blue eyes, surrounded by his co-workers who were all laughing at him.
"About time someone told him how it is."
"No kidding."
"Maybe he'll learn to treat her better."
Jerica felt very liberated and actually smiled when she returned to her office, the tears stopping, knowing she had gotten her payback in a way. Randy deserved everything she said to him and more as Jerica sat down behind her desk, her door closed, and got back to work. She hoped she embarrassed the shit out of him after what he pulled and actually started giggling at the memory of his face. He was so cute. She sighed, shaking her head, and looked over the articles regarding the post WrestleMania magazine.
Randy somehow managed to slink away to lick his wounded pride. He hoped she felt better now that she had thoroughly humiliated him. And yet, he still loved her. Of course he had no right too, not after everything he had done to her, but he couldn't stop. He wanted to go beg her forgiveness and plead with her to take him back, again, but decided to wait...He didn't need to be humiliated TWICE in one night.
Glen was laughing his ass off as he walked into Mark's dressing room, who was busy in the corner shadow boxing, getting ready for his match that night. "Dude, you totally missed it." He was laughing too hard to continue at the moment, bent over, waiting for Mark to ask what happened and grinned when he did. "Jeri gave Orton a piece of her mind in front of EVERYONE. It was PRICELESS. The pup must've gone at least six shades of red. She fucking CUSSED him out and yelled! I've never, in my all my years in this company, seen Jerica get so pissed off and angry. She truly is an Austin!" He was laughing harder now.
In spite of himself, Mark was grinning, an amused sparkle in his green eyes. "Anyone catch it on film?" He asked curiously, knowing at least SOMEONE had to of recorded it on a cell phone or something; he really wished he hadn't missed seeing that. "Did he say anything back or just stand there with his tail tucked between his legs?"
"He didn't say a fucking WORD! He just stood there gaping like fish outta water with a red face and wide eyes. It was great! Here!" Glen whipped out his cell phone and went to the video selection; there was no way he wasn't recording something that historic because it would probably never happen again. He pressed play after the video loaded and put the volume on high, watching Mark's eyes widen as he listened and watched Jerica cuss Randy out and rip him several verbal assholes. "I was walking down the hall when Randy first approached her." He explained after the video ended, Mark bellowing out with laughter and followed suit.
Though seeing the Austin temper finally rearing its ugly head with Jerica secretly made Mark glad she hadn't decided to try ripping him a new one. "Damn..." He whistled, raking a hand through his hair. "Man, you got to make me a copy or something. Send that to my phone." That would be a video to watch whenever he was feeling depressed or down.
Glen was still laughing as he nodded, sending Mark the video in a text message, knowing he could receive them. "There you go; I'm saving that shit. I'm sending it to Steve too." He did that next, shaking his head, knowing Randy would never live it down. That was truly a classic moment in the WWE locker room, one that would never be replicated unless Jerica's temper fired off again. "Damn and here I thought she was sweet and innocent. She's a damn spitfire and she's got a hell of a temper on her."
"She's related to Steve, moron, what the hell did you expect?" Mark retorted, sounding amused as he re-watched the video, turning up the volume on his cell as high as it would go. He'd have to upload this to a computer or something just to get better quality. This was too priceless to watch on a miniscule screen. "We should play this when he comes out for his match...Imagine it on the Titantron..."
"Oh dear god, do you want the woman to die?" Though that was a hell of an idea, knowing Vince would fine, and probably suspend, them indefinitely. "Nah, let'em keep whatever dignity he has left." Glen decided, liking his job too much to jeopardize it, snorting as he shook his head and laughed when he heard Jerica's voice echoing around the dressing room from Mark's cell phone. "I had front row for that shit too."
Mark sighed, knowing Glen was right. Well...he wouldn't lose his job; he was too valuable, but he would probably get fined until he was bankrupt. Vince didn't take well to pranks being played on-screen. "Damn..." He groaned; this was something to share with the world. He hit repeat, cracking up all over again. "I'd kill to have seen this in person, man, really."
"It was priceless, truly. I'm so glad I didn't miss it. I would've kicked myself in the ass repeatedly if I did." Glen was cracking up himself, watching it on his own cell phone, shaking his head and finally snapped the lid shut. "People gave her an ovation. I don't think Orton is going to be bothering her anymore." He chuckled, standing up and clapped Mark on the back, knowing his friend was cheered up. "I gotta go, I've spread my happiness and now it's time to depart."
"Yeah, yeah get the hell on outta here." Mark chuckled, tossing his cell on top of his duffel bag, returning to his boxing. "And thanks, man, you just made my night."
Randy couldn't go anywhere without someone quoting Jerica's words right back at him. Not even to the bathroom. He had stopped to piss on his way to his dressing room and got harassed right there at the urinal. He was in HELL.
Around nine o'clock, Jerica left her office and headed outside to have a cigarette.
"You go girl!"
"That's the way to do it!"
"I love you, marry me!" John Cena begged playfully, getting on his knees in front of her with clasped hands and everything. "We can go to Vegas and have beautiful babies together, Jeri!"
She was laughing so hard and shook her head, patting John on the head and blew him a kiss, causing him to keel over. He was truly a nut. Everywhere she went, people were complimenting her and assuring her that she still had her status in the WWE. By the time she arrived outside, Jerica was grinning as she lit a cigarette up and blew smoke out. Sighing in contentment, she closed her eyes while leaning against the building.
Randy was out there, pacing back and forth in the parking lot, in just his wrestling tights and boots, smoking his third cigarette. He had to seek refuge, afraid of snapping on someone, which normally wouldn't have been a problem, but…he wasn't getting his ass handed to him by a crowd of people. No way.
"Fuck..." He groaned, kicking a rock out of his way viciously.
Her eyes watched him, having heard his curse, and smirked because she knew she was the reason behind it. Jerica didn't care and looked out at the night sky, blowing more smoke out, flicking ash away. Randy deserved everything she said to him and more, but Jerica had work to do just like everyone else in the company. She could've stood there berating him for hours on end but didn't. Instead, she'd said what she needed too to get the point across and walked away with her head held high. Maybe now Randy's ego would knock down a few pegs as she took another drag.
Oh his ego had taken a beating all right; he was definitely humble at the moment. Randy growled when he heard David laughing, looking up to see the man sending a ring rat on her way, and rolled his eyes. "What?" He grunted, not amused to put it mildly.
"She humiliated you in front of the entire company. You look like a bitch now thanks to that cunt. And you're still going to tell me you love her, right?"
"Damn straight." Randy snapped, getting in David's face, blue eyes flashing dangerously. "Watch your mouth, Bautista."
"Aww Randy still loves the woman who hates his-" David got a third punch to the mouth, toppling.
David just wouldn't learn and Jerica was finding this rather amusing, her heart soaring to the heavens when Randy admitted he still loved her. She was across the parking lot, but close enough to hear every word. Deciding she didn't want Randy knowing she was out there, Jerica quickly finished her smoke and headed back inside the arena, her strawberry scent lingering as a wind picked up and wafted right past Randy. By the time he figured out she'd been out there, Jerica was already in her office and back to work.
David was PISSED. Because of that...that filthy, disgusting WHORE, he had been punched three times! Jerica was apparently a hot piece of ass because she had two big Superstars pining away for her. No doubt more secretly lurking in the shadows. Maybe it was time he found out just how good that pussy was since it seemed to drive men to interesting lengths just for a moment of her time.