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Chapter 19:
Jean bounced up and down happily as she followed her cousins into the arena. "I'm so glad that the show is tonight because I'll finally get to see Rene again!"
"Oh GOD! Someone PLEASE make her SHUT up!" Jeff whined to Amy and Matt. "If I have to hear one more word about Rene I might just have to find the kid myself and beat the crap out of him!"
"NO!" Jean yelped, giving her cousin a dirty look.
"Jeff. You're not going to hurt Rene, and that's final," Amy said, rolling her eyes at him. "Now why don't you be a good little boy and go to your locker room with Matt, and I'll take Jean to go find Rene and then to Evolution's locker room."
"Fine by me," Jeff said, relieved to escape from the sickeningly sweet relationship that Rene and his cousin had developed over the past three weeks. Granted, yes they were both teenagers so they were going to be really cute but it was still enough to make him gag when they were cooing over each other. Times like that he really wished he had a girlfriend....well, maybe not considering the way that his last relationship had turned out. He winced as he remembered the last time he'd talked to Beth three weeks ago.
~Flashback~
"So I heard that you needed to talk to me about something," Jeff said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Well..." Beth started and trailed off gradually, looking up at Jeff from under her eyelashes coyly. "I just wanted to see if you were open to the possibility of us ever getting back together."
Jeff stared at her in shock. "EXCUSE me? In the space of the three years that we dated, you cheated on me eight times, and you have the nerve to ask me if I'd take you back?!"
"Well, yeah," Beth said, shrugging. "I know that you still love me, and I still want you so I thought that we could give it another shot."
"Oh really. Is it me that you want, or is it all of the perks that come with being a wrestler's girlfriend?"
"Well, both actually. You're great and all, and I love your house and your car, not to mention everything else."
Jeff just looked at her, unable to believe how shallow she was. "You have got to be the most completely fake person I have ever met. I have no idea what it was that changed you from the sweet girl that you once were into this. If you went home right now, I doubt that your parents would even recognize you, and I have to admit that I wish I didn't recognize you either. Listen to me, and pay attention carefully this time Beth. We're done. I never want to talk to you or see your face again. There is absolutely no chance in hell that I would ever take you back, and you need to just stop trying. You screwed up your chances with me a long time ago, and I'd like to think that I'm smart enough not to ever want to put up with your shit again. Now do me a favor, and don't ever try to approach me or any member of my family again." Jeff turned and started to walk away as soon as he finished speaking. He didn't ever want to see her face again.
"But, but...Jeff! Think about all the good times we had! You know that no one ever did as much for you as I have!" Beth protested as she realized that her prey was getting away.
Jeff stopped and turned to look at her. "That's what you think. I had a better support system from people who barely even knew me than I ever got from you. All you wanted from me was to be able to have free run of my house, the keys to my cars, and my bank account. You never gave a damn about me other than what I could give you."
Beth bit her lip as she realized that he had her measure. "Oh, whatever Jeff. You know me better than that!" she claimed, trying to play it off. "I'm still the same sweet girl that you fell in love with."
"No, you're not. Now do me a favor and leave me alone. FOREVER."
Beth pouted as she watched Jeff walk away from her down the hallway. Her eyes narrowed at his retreating back as she vowed to herself that they weren't over, and that she would do whatever was in her power to get him back. Come hell, high water, that bitch of a cousin of his, his brother or his brother's girlfriend...Jeff was going to be hers again. Oh yes he would. Jeff and all of the wonderful things that came with him. She sighed happily as she pictured herself driving his Corvette again. God but she'd been able to pick up guys with that car. After all, a sweet car and a hot girl driving it...what more could any guy ask for? Beth tossed her hair and made her way back to the office to finish running off copies of the script for all the wrestlers.
~End Flashback~
"Dude, are you there?" Matt asked, waving his hand in front of Jeff's eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm here. What did you want?"
"To go to the locker room?" Matt made the comment both a statement and a question.
"I'm coming," Jeff said, following Matt and trying to block out his memories of Beth. He knew that she was bad for him, so he was doing his best to stay away from him but it was just hard to throw away three years and pretend that you didn't care about the other person at all.
"Here's your script," a stagehand said, walking through the backstage area and passing off scripts to the two of them.
Jeff's eyes narrowed as he read his match for the night. "A tag-team match with Gail Kim against Randy Orton and Jean? What the hell is this shit?!"
"That's a bunch of crap!" Matt exclaimed reading over his script. "It's not so much of a big deal that they're making you do a run-in to save Gail from Molly and Victoria, but having to kiss her afterwards? I don't know about that."
"I don't like it at all. I want it changed," Jeff said, glaring down at the pieces of paper in his hand. "Where's the creative team located?"
"Um, I think it's somewhere down that corridor," Matt said, pointing off to their left. "Were you going to go now or do you want to drop your bag off first?"
"Well, can you take my bag to the locker room for me? I'll be there in a little bit after I have it out with whoever's bright idea it was to put me together with freaking Gail Kim. I have SERIOUS issues with that one," Jeff said, handing his bag off to Matt. This seriously pissed him off that they couldn't have at least asked him before putting him in a romantic angle with Gail Kim. He didn't want to be put in a romantic angle with anyone right now, least of all HER. She was a lying backstabbing hoe who would sleep with anyone to make her way to the top. After all, she'd slept with Eric Bischoff to make sure that she won the Women's Championship belt in her debut match. Granted, Jeff knew that he had to deal with a lot of shit to be in the WWE...but he drew the line at having a romantic angle with him. He'd rather have the angle with Molly Holly than with Gail Kim. Sure, Molly Holly was a prude and a bit of a bitch, but she was a hell of a lot easier to be around than Gail Kim. He wouldn't have to worry about Molly trying to seduce him or trying to cop a feel every time that they had a promo.
*KNOCK*
Jeff knocked on the door of the creative team's office loudly, and was prepared to yell in the face of whoever opened the door. "WHAT..." he started to yell, but trailed off as he saw the attractive young woman who opened the door.
She tilted her head to the side as Jeff continued to stare at her with his mouth open, and she reached out to close his jaw. "Careful, you might catch flies that way."
Jeff stared blankly at her for a second, then shook himself out of his trance and looked down at the script in his hand, and reminded himself of why he was upset. "I want to know whose idea it was to put me into a romantic angle with Gail Kim. I refuse to do it."
The woman looked at him in surprise. She didn't realize that wrestlers were allowed to refuse angles. "May I ask why?"
"Because I don't like her, and I don't feel like having to avoid being felt up every time that I'm around her. Being near her makes my skin crawl, and the thought of having to spend any actual amount of time around her makes me want to by physically ill," Jeff admitted candidly looking her in the eyes.
The woman nodded slowly. "Okay, that would be reason enough for me. Give me like twenty minutes and I'll see what I can work out."
"Good," Jeff said happily. "Um, thanks. Sorry for yelling like that," he apologized sheepishly.
"No, it's fine. I can understand why you would be unhappy about being put into a storyline like that when you have a deep antipathy towards the other person. Out of curiosity, is there any specific storyline that you'd like to see implemented in its place?" the woman asked.
"Um, scratch the run-in altogether, or if you must do a run-in, add Trish to the match and I'll go save her, and kiss her, and then we can do something with that, and then have it be a tag team match with me and Trish versus Jean and Randy. If you're able to scratch the run-in completely, then have it be a tag-team match between me and Lita versus Jean and Randy, because that would still fit in with her debut storyline where she interfered in the match between me and Randy," Jeff suggested.
The woman nodded slowly. "I'll see what I can do," she said simply. "I'm not promising anything, but I'll see what I can do. I'll do the rewrites and have the scripts sent out shortly."
"Thank you."
"You're very welcome. Besides, it's not like you came in here wanting the angle changed because Gail Kim wasn't hot enough or something. You had an actual legitimate reason for wanting the script change," the woman reasoned.
Jeff nodded slowly, then started to turn away. "Oh wait...this is going to seem slightly weird, but since you know exactly who I am...can I ask who you are?"
The woman laughed. "I didn't think that you'd recognized me," she said shaking her head. "I'm Anne." At Jeff's continued look of confusion, she added, "Lily's sister...you know Shane's girlfriend Lily?"
"Oh my God," Jeff said, staring at her. "I feel like such an ass for not recognizing you!"
Anne shrugged. "Hey, don't worry about it. It's been what...five years since the last time you saw me? I look a lot different than I did when I was a junior in high school."
*Yeah, you're not joking!* Jeff thought to himself. *She definitely hadn't been that pretty back when she was in high school. Well, sure she'd been attractive, but she'd also been jailbait so that had been a no-no.* "Yeah, you're right. You look almost nothing like you did in high school," Jeff admitted.
"I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but yeah," Anne said, smiling at him.
"Oh, it's a good thing," Jeff told her, blushing slightly.
"Well thanks," she said, smiling at him. "Anyway, I gotta go write up the changes to the script so I'll see you around."
"Yeah sure," Jeff said, nodding inanely as she closed the door behind her, and then as he turned to walk back to his locker room, he hit himself in the head with the script. *Why am I so stupid?! Let's just stand there and stare blankly at her, not to mention let's forget who she is! God, today is just not going to be one of my better days!*
Chapter 19:
Jean bounced up and down happily as she followed her cousins into the arena. "I'm so glad that the show is tonight because I'll finally get to see Rene again!"
"Oh GOD! Someone PLEASE make her SHUT up!" Jeff whined to Amy and Matt. "If I have to hear one more word about Rene I might just have to find the kid myself and beat the crap out of him!"
"NO!" Jean yelped, giving her cousin a dirty look.
"Jeff. You're not going to hurt Rene, and that's final," Amy said, rolling her eyes at him. "Now why don't you be a good little boy and go to your locker room with Matt, and I'll take Jean to go find Rene and then to Evolution's locker room."
"Fine by me," Jeff said, relieved to escape from the sickeningly sweet relationship that Rene and his cousin had developed over the past three weeks. Granted, yes they were both teenagers so they were going to be really cute but it was still enough to make him gag when they were cooing over each other. Times like that he really wished he had a girlfriend....well, maybe not considering the way that his last relationship had turned out. He winced as he remembered the last time he'd talked to Beth three weeks ago.
~Flashback~
"So I heard that you needed to talk to me about something," Jeff said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Well..." Beth started and trailed off gradually, looking up at Jeff from under her eyelashes coyly. "I just wanted to see if you were open to the possibility of us ever getting back together."
Jeff stared at her in shock. "EXCUSE me? In the space of the three years that we dated, you cheated on me eight times, and you have the nerve to ask me if I'd take you back?!"
"Well, yeah," Beth said, shrugging. "I know that you still love me, and I still want you so I thought that we could give it another shot."
"Oh really. Is it me that you want, or is it all of the perks that come with being a wrestler's girlfriend?"
"Well, both actually. You're great and all, and I love your house and your car, not to mention everything else."
Jeff just looked at her, unable to believe how shallow she was. "You have got to be the most completely fake person I have ever met. I have no idea what it was that changed you from the sweet girl that you once were into this. If you went home right now, I doubt that your parents would even recognize you, and I have to admit that I wish I didn't recognize you either. Listen to me, and pay attention carefully this time Beth. We're done. I never want to talk to you or see your face again. There is absolutely no chance in hell that I would ever take you back, and you need to just stop trying. You screwed up your chances with me a long time ago, and I'd like to think that I'm smart enough not to ever want to put up with your shit again. Now do me a favor, and don't ever try to approach me or any member of my family again." Jeff turned and started to walk away as soon as he finished speaking. He didn't ever want to see her face again.
"But, but...Jeff! Think about all the good times we had! You know that no one ever did as much for you as I have!" Beth protested as she realized that her prey was getting away.
Jeff stopped and turned to look at her. "That's what you think. I had a better support system from people who barely even knew me than I ever got from you. All you wanted from me was to be able to have free run of my house, the keys to my cars, and my bank account. You never gave a damn about me other than what I could give you."
Beth bit her lip as she realized that he had her measure. "Oh, whatever Jeff. You know me better than that!" she claimed, trying to play it off. "I'm still the same sweet girl that you fell in love with."
"No, you're not. Now do me a favor and leave me alone. FOREVER."
Beth pouted as she watched Jeff walk away from her down the hallway. Her eyes narrowed at his retreating back as she vowed to herself that they weren't over, and that she would do whatever was in her power to get him back. Come hell, high water, that bitch of a cousin of his, his brother or his brother's girlfriend...Jeff was going to be hers again. Oh yes he would. Jeff and all of the wonderful things that came with him. She sighed happily as she pictured herself driving his Corvette again. God but she'd been able to pick up guys with that car. After all, a sweet car and a hot girl driving it...what more could any guy ask for? Beth tossed her hair and made her way back to the office to finish running off copies of the script for all the wrestlers.
~End Flashback~
"Dude, are you there?" Matt asked, waving his hand in front of Jeff's eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm here. What did you want?"
"To go to the locker room?" Matt made the comment both a statement and a question.
"I'm coming," Jeff said, following Matt and trying to block out his memories of Beth. He knew that she was bad for him, so he was doing his best to stay away from him but it was just hard to throw away three years and pretend that you didn't care about the other person at all.
"Here's your script," a stagehand said, walking through the backstage area and passing off scripts to the two of them.
Jeff's eyes narrowed as he read his match for the night. "A tag-team match with Gail Kim against Randy Orton and Jean? What the hell is this shit?!"
"That's a bunch of crap!" Matt exclaimed reading over his script. "It's not so much of a big deal that they're making you do a run-in to save Gail from Molly and Victoria, but having to kiss her afterwards? I don't know about that."
"I don't like it at all. I want it changed," Jeff said, glaring down at the pieces of paper in his hand. "Where's the creative team located?"
"Um, I think it's somewhere down that corridor," Matt said, pointing off to their left. "Were you going to go now or do you want to drop your bag off first?"
"Well, can you take my bag to the locker room for me? I'll be there in a little bit after I have it out with whoever's bright idea it was to put me together with freaking Gail Kim. I have SERIOUS issues with that one," Jeff said, handing his bag off to Matt. This seriously pissed him off that they couldn't have at least asked him before putting him in a romantic angle with Gail Kim. He didn't want to be put in a romantic angle with anyone right now, least of all HER. She was a lying backstabbing hoe who would sleep with anyone to make her way to the top. After all, she'd slept with Eric Bischoff to make sure that she won the Women's Championship belt in her debut match. Granted, Jeff knew that he had to deal with a lot of shit to be in the WWE...but he drew the line at having a romantic angle with him. He'd rather have the angle with Molly Holly than with Gail Kim. Sure, Molly Holly was a prude and a bit of a bitch, but she was a hell of a lot easier to be around than Gail Kim. He wouldn't have to worry about Molly trying to seduce him or trying to cop a feel every time that they had a promo.
*KNOCK*
Jeff knocked on the door of the creative team's office loudly, and was prepared to yell in the face of whoever opened the door. "WHAT..." he started to yell, but trailed off as he saw the attractive young woman who opened the door.
She tilted her head to the side as Jeff continued to stare at her with his mouth open, and she reached out to close his jaw. "Careful, you might catch flies that way."
Jeff stared blankly at her for a second, then shook himself out of his trance and looked down at the script in his hand, and reminded himself of why he was upset. "I want to know whose idea it was to put me into a romantic angle with Gail Kim. I refuse to do it."
The woman looked at him in surprise. She didn't realize that wrestlers were allowed to refuse angles. "May I ask why?"
"Because I don't like her, and I don't feel like having to avoid being felt up every time that I'm around her. Being near her makes my skin crawl, and the thought of having to spend any actual amount of time around her makes me want to by physically ill," Jeff admitted candidly looking her in the eyes.
The woman nodded slowly. "Okay, that would be reason enough for me. Give me like twenty minutes and I'll see what I can work out."
"Good," Jeff said happily. "Um, thanks. Sorry for yelling like that," he apologized sheepishly.
"No, it's fine. I can understand why you would be unhappy about being put into a storyline like that when you have a deep antipathy towards the other person. Out of curiosity, is there any specific storyline that you'd like to see implemented in its place?" the woman asked.
"Um, scratch the run-in altogether, or if you must do a run-in, add Trish to the match and I'll go save her, and kiss her, and then we can do something with that, and then have it be a tag team match with me and Trish versus Jean and Randy. If you're able to scratch the run-in completely, then have it be a tag-team match between me and Lita versus Jean and Randy, because that would still fit in with her debut storyline where she interfered in the match between me and Randy," Jeff suggested.
The woman nodded slowly. "I'll see what I can do," she said simply. "I'm not promising anything, but I'll see what I can do. I'll do the rewrites and have the scripts sent out shortly."
"Thank you."
"You're very welcome. Besides, it's not like you came in here wanting the angle changed because Gail Kim wasn't hot enough or something. You had an actual legitimate reason for wanting the script change," the woman reasoned.
Jeff nodded slowly, then started to turn away. "Oh wait...this is going to seem slightly weird, but since you know exactly who I am...can I ask who you are?"
The woman laughed. "I didn't think that you'd recognized me," she said shaking her head. "I'm Anne." At Jeff's continued look of confusion, she added, "Lily's sister...you know Shane's girlfriend Lily?"
"Oh my God," Jeff said, staring at her. "I feel like such an ass for not recognizing you!"
Anne shrugged. "Hey, don't worry about it. It's been what...five years since the last time you saw me? I look a lot different than I did when I was a junior in high school."
*Yeah, you're not joking!* Jeff thought to himself. *She definitely hadn't been that pretty back when she was in high school. Well, sure she'd been attractive, but she'd also been jailbait so that had been a no-no.* "Yeah, you're right. You look almost nothing like you did in high school," Jeff admitted.
"I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but yeah," Anne said, smiling at him.
"Oh, it's a good thing," Jeff told her, blushing slightly.
"Well thanks," she said, smiling at him. "Anyway, I gotta go write up the changes to the script so I'll see you around."
"Yeah sure," Jeff said, nodding inanely as she closed the door behind her, and then as he turned to walk back to his locker room, he hit himself in the head with the script. *Why am I so stupid?! Let's just stand there and stare blankly at her, not to mention let's forget who she is! God, today is just not going to be one of my better days!*