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(Stabs Vinnie Mac) I hatechu you for firing Jackie, Charlie, The Dudleyz and everyone who were…good! ( ) To all the wrestlers/divas that were recently fired, I wish you all the best in the future.


Wishful, Sinful.
Chapter Three.

Jocelyn's eyes opened slowly but were instantly hit with warm rays of light from the morning sun at her bedroom window. Groaning, she rolled over and buried her face in the pillow. Lying in her bed for 10 more minutes, she turned and sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and stretching.

The annoying tone on the phone got her on her feet and she stumbled out of her room to answer the phone in the hallway.

"Hello?" She answered tiredly.

"Mornin' Darlin'." Came Mark's voice.

Jocelyn mentally swore. "What to do you want?" She asked, rather rudely, but screw him, she thought. She hated him, so why should she care with how she sounded?

"Your dad there?" He asked, his voice straining from snapping at her.

Jocelyn pulled the phone away and yelled out to Paul.

"He isn't here." She said, clicking the phone back on the hook. She smiled to herself, amused at her actions. Before she could walk away the phone rang again.

Jocelyn answered with a grunted what.

"I wasn't finished talking with you." Mark said.

"Have a cry, not everyone has to listen to you." Jocelyn replied.

"Listen 'ere Darlin'. What time will Paul be home?" He asked, getting straight to the point.

"Dunno."

Mark sighed. "Tell him to give me a call back. Bye Darlin'."

"Go die." She muttered, hanging up on the so-called Deadman . . .


Mark rolled his emerald green eyes and dropped his cell phone on the bed. That girl needed a good spanking, a hard one. And he'll be happy enough to do it himself. The girl definitely needed to learn respect for her elders. 'Who am I kiddin'? She ain't my daughter, why should I care?' He thought, lying back on the bed and switching the small television on . . .


"Hey, you're awake. I got you some doughnuts." Paul said, offering the carton to her.

"Thanks, oh and Idiot called." She said, opening the box and taking an iced doughnut.

"Ah, Mark. What did he want?"

Jocelyn shrugged, to content in eating the roll of dough and licking the ice off her slim fingers.

"He said for you to call him back though." Jocelyn switched the TV on to the kids channel; she loved her cartoons, especially Invader Zim. Just something about little aliens made her lighten up and play like a little kid that she no longer was.

"Hey Mark, you called earlier?" Paul walked away, the phone clutched to his ear. "Shit, you kidding right? A week? Fuuuck, but its my home. Do I come in this week? Okay, thanks man, see you."

Paul hung up and sat down beside Jocelyn, his head in his hands.

"What's wrong?" She asked, handing a doughnut to Paul.

He shook his head and answered her. "Me and several others got drafted to Raw." He said sadly.

"Woo, so I won't see Idiot again!" Jocelyn cheered happily, she wiggled her toes excitedly.

"That's not the point! Jocelyn, Smackdown is my home, it has been my home for years, I can't just up and go like that."

"Shouldn't your boss call you instead of Mark?"

"Yeah," Paul shrugged, not really caring about who called him or not. "Anyhow me and you are going to this Smackdown show this week, 'cause I need to do a few things before we go to Raw."

Jocelyn nodded her head slowly, everything he said circulating in her mind . . .


Smackdown!

"You're quiet, what're you thinking about?" Paul asked Jocelyn as they sat in the cafeteria of the Arena.

"It's weird, I come with you for one week and already, you've been moved to Raw with me tagging along. I just, never got a chance to talk with anyone fun and shit on Smackdown." Jocelyn murmured, tying her violet hair back away from her face.

"You'll be right, once we get to Raw you can hang around with the girls' and make friends." Paul said to her, picking up his drink and taking a mouthful of water.

Jocelyn picked at her salad not really hungry, the thought of food made her ill. She felt nauseated and overheated. Jocelyn had a bad case of fainting in summer due to the heat.

"You okay 'Lyn?" Paul asked, eyeing his stepdaughter with concern.

"I gotta go to the bathroom." Jocelyn stood and jogged out of the cafeteria, her head pounding and sweat dripping off the tip of her nose.

Gasping she stopped and leaned a palm on the cool wall, taking in deep breaths, her head lowered and a drop of sweat hit the floor.

"Hey, you okay?" A female voice asked her.

Jocelyn nodded, not looking up. She watched the pair of sneakers walk away after a few seconds.

Finally, Jocelyn held her head up and wiped the droplets of water off her forehead.

"Darlin', you feeling okay?"

Jocelyn looked up into the piercing green eyes of Mark Callaway. "I'm fine."

"You sure?" He pressed a large hand onto her forehead; pulling away quickly he straightened up.

"You're burning up, c'mon." He took hold of her arms and pulled her forward, tucking an arm underneath hers, he took her to the infirmary.

"Look, I'm fine really. I'm just a little overheated that's all." Jocelyn said to him, tugging away from his muscly not to mention warm body.

"Darlin', you're reachin' a fever. And at a moment you'll faint on me and I don't want to carry your ass to the sickbay." He pulled her closer and gripped onto her shoulder.

"I hate you." She mumbled, walking with him.

Mark chuckled. "Ditto Darlin'."


"Jesus, Jocelyn, are you okay?" Paul said when he stormed his way into the small office of the EMT.

"Uh huh, a little hot but I'm okay. Try telling these two though." She said, nodding her head to Mark and one of the trainers, Joe.

"Well, look what you're wearing, no wonder you're overheated!" Paul grumbled, pulling at her grey sweater.

Mark looked up and made eye contact with Paul, shifting his gaze to the door, Mark walked over to it, signalling Paul to follow him.

Jocelyn sighed and brushed Joe's hand away from her forehead. The door clicked shut and she was left with Joe.

"What happened?" Paul immediately asked Mark.

"I saw her leaning the wall in the corridor, covered in sweat, she was taking deep breaths and she felt like fire. She told me she was okay but I pulled her over here to get her checked out. Joe made her take off her sweater but she put up a fight and kept it on. We wiped her down with a cool towel and told her to drink water and take it easy. Is she usually like this?" Mark asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, in summer she gets overheated and faints, but she won't listen to me or anyone else if you tell her to take her sweater off. She hates showing off her body, the scars and everything, its horrible. She scratches at her arms, legs and back…" Paul became silent as the door opened and Jocelyn walked out, her arms wrapped around her thin frame.

"What?" She asked as the two men stared at her.

"Nothing, he was just filling me in." Paul said, pulling her closer and dropping a kiss on her head.

"Uh huh, anyway I'm gonna go grab my stuff and go find a quiet place to sit." Jocelyn said, walking pass them both to the men's locker room . . .


Jocelyn pulled the thick book to her face, and stretched her long legs out; her chunky black boots lying beside her and her feet propped up on her bag. She was quite comfortable sitting on the floor backstage. Wrestlers walked passed her numerous times, all-curious as to who she was, she of course ignored them, too involved in the novel to pay attention to others as they tried and failed to start up a conversation with the young woman.

Turning the page with a slim finger, she yawned. Jocelyn had been sitting there for over twenty minutes, waiting for Paul who was talking with Theodore Long about his move to the Raw brand.

"Hey Jocelyn, what's up?" Rob asked as he hobbled over to her. His knee, which had been damaged earlier in the year, still throbbed, but that didn't keep him away from work.

"The ceiling." Jocelyn replied in a smart-ass tone.

"I heard about your dad moving to Raw." He said, completely ignoring her comment.

"Yeah?"

"Yep, I'm coming too." He grinned at her, linking his hands behind his head looking smug.

"Oh, fantastic, we're going to have a blast together. You, Paul, cruising the towns, picking up random women, partying, and listening to loud music with me. We'll create new traditions and go on all these great adventures together. What do ya say Uncle Rob?" She smiled amusingly as Rob's own smile vanished.

He stood there stunned, not expecting that answer. Funny thing about it is that she sounded so serious.

"I'm kidding." Jocelyn glanced at him and saw him sigh in relief. She had to give it to him, Rob was the only one, besides Paul that she could tolerate and that he'd still come over and strike up a quick conversation with her even though she brushed him off beforehand. Mark Callaway on the other hand? Annoyed her inside and out, his pushy nature, how he was always there when she didn't want him to be. At least, she wouldn't see or hear from him again when she went to Raw.

Boy, was she ever wrong . . .


A/N: Thanks again everyone for those wonderful reviews, keep them up. Until next time in chapter four!