A somewhat sleepy voice came across the speaker of her cell phone, "Hello?"
She shook her head incredulously, "It's six 'o clock at night and you're asleep."
"Shawn and I had a late night last night... or rather, an early morning if you want to be technical."
"I don't feel like being technical," Jessica began, sinking down onto her bed. "But you know that I don't like you hanging out with that Shawn Spears kid, Runnels. He's bad news, not to mention a bad influence. Then again..." she trailed off sadly, recalling the last four hours of her life, "Maybe I shouldn't be the moral compass for you either."
"Jessica," Cody asked, seeming to be a lot more awake than a few moments ago, "What's wrong? You don't sound like yourself. And while I may be half asleep... correction, AM half asleep, I do know enough to realize when something isn't right."
"Have you ever had someone tell you something you wish they hadn't because now, you can't think of anything else?"
His curiosity was instantaneously piqued, "Yeah."
"Well, today, it happened to me," she informed him, still internally contemplating how to explain the situation to Cody.
"Um, alright..."
The blonde rolled her eyes as she clutched the phone to her ear, "Listen, Runnels. You're the only one I can talk to about this, so what I am about to tell you needs to stay between you and me. Only two other people know and I'd really like to keep it that way."
"So I'm going to safely assume John is one of them," he laughed into his phone.
But the silence on the older wrestler's end of the line quickly convinced him otherwise.
"Jesus Christ, McMahon," he sighed, rubbing his head in surprise. "If it's something this big, why are you calling me of all people?"
Her front teeth dragged lightly across her lower lip before she spoke, "You're the most objective opinion I'm going to find, kid. I know you're young, but I feel like you're almost like me when I first started training. And despite what anyone might say about you, I know you've got an older soul than your age lets on."
Cody couldn't help but smile at her words, "That's one of the nicest things I've ever had anyone say to me. Thanks, Jess."
"Anytime, Runnels."
"Now," he began, straightening up as he deepened his voice to an impossible low, "What seems to be troubling you, Ms. McMahon?"
"Do you remember, back in 1998, what my post-Invasion storyline was?" she asked him.
"Um..." he trailed off, his eyes darting upwards as he attempted to recall the information. "Was that the one with the Rock?"
"Mhmm..."
Getting warmer...
"That was right after Survivor Series?"
Warmer again...
"Oh that's right! You were the co-owner of WWE and the Rock was your on-screen..." Cody exclaimed, content with the fact that he had traveled back eight years in his mind. But then, like a ton of bricks, the realization of the significance of the storyline hit him. "Oh."
She closed her eyes lightly, "Do you understand now?"
"Yeah... but how?"
"I don't know, Cody... it's not like I asked for any of this to happen. I mean, I'm engaged for crying out loud."
"Okay, okay," he attempted to calm her down. "I'm sorry. I was being insensitive. How did you find out?"
For the next hour, she explained everything that had taken place since two 'o clock that afternoon.
She told him how Paul had been acting strange and about the scene in the elevator. She talked about their conversation in his and Steph's hotel room and how he had told her all about the secret he'd be keeping from her.
Lastly, Jessica attempted to explain the deep confusion she had experienced once she had opened that door and found Dwayne behind it, as well as his shot at an explanation.
"I don't even know what to say first..." Cody sighed, flopping backwards on his navy comforter. "I'm sorry, Jess. That sucks."
She snorted, "Tell me about it, Runnels."
Cody paused for a moment in deep thought, but then continued, "Jess, I'm going to ask you a question and I don't want you to be offended by it. I just want you to answer me honestly, alright?"
"Okay..."
"Do you still have feelings for Dwayne?"
Jessica McMahon sat silent.
"Jess?"
Jessica took a deep breath and then began to speak once more, "In my early twenties, there was nothing I wanted more than to be Mrs. Dwayne Johnson. He was tall, dark, and handsome... and he was the first person in the World Wrestling Federation to make me feel at home, more so than my own father and sister had. Of course there was going to be some sort of attachment to him." She sighed and then continued. "And once Simone was born, I had convinced myself that was all those feelings really were. Not love, but attachment to a best friend. So when Dwayne named me godmother of his first born, I pushed those feelings aside and promised myself that I'd never feel them again, for anyone. Because all those feelings had done was gotten me hurt in the end. Both with Jeff and then Dwayne..."
"But then John came along," Cody finished for her.
"And I realized that I had hidden feelings for him, much in the same way I had done with Dwayne after we had stopped speaking," Jessica continued off of Cody's words. "I always loved John. He was always my best friend and knew me better than anyone else, even in the days and years neither one of us had the guts to pick up the phone. Despite the relationships I had long after high school had ended, John always had a piece of my heart."
"So... do you still have those feelings for Dwayne?"
After another moment, Jessica replied, "No, not now. Not anymore."
She could have sworn she heard the young man breathe a sigh of relief, "Good. Now that we have that solved. How are you going to tell John?"
"I'm not really sure," she admitted, chewing on her lower lip. "I am going to tell him... but right now, I have a wedding to plan."
How ridiculous was it of me to think that I could plan my wedding while hiding such a big secret from my future husband? Looking back on it, it was just stupid.
I should have gone to him and explained everything right away. I should have walked right up to John and told him that he was the one for me. Instead, I waited... and wished I hadn't.
Two hours later, she had finished her phone conversation with Cody and was laying on the hotel bed she shared with John, on top of the covers, in a pair of flannel pants and a black tank top, as the clock ticked past 8:30.
Almost on the dot, the door opened and in walked her fiance, dressed in white basketball shorts and a royal blue American Bodybuilding tee-shirt.
"Hey," he smiled at her warmly, dropping down onto the bed beside her.
A bright smile crept across her face as she curled up against him.
Her conversation with Paul hadn't exactly lifted her spirits much, but being with John always picked her mood up.
"I'm glad you're back. I missed you," she leaned her head against his chest. "It's been a rough couple of hours."
He nodded knowingly, "Paul?"
"Something like that."
"Well, I know what will cheer you up..." John informed her, pressing a kiss to her temple as an arm wrapped around her shoulders.
Jessica's hazel eyes looked up at him, "And what is that?"
"I talked to your dad a few hours ago," he began. "And I convinced him to let us use the company jet on Tuesday morning so that we can fly into New York and meet with Preston. He called me today to let me know that he is getting a shipment of flowers tomorrow night that are samples for us to choose from and he's constructing a couple of possible centerpieces from silk flowers. I figured you would want to check it out as soon as possible."
She shook her head in disbelief.
"Jess, what is it? What's wrong?"
"Nothing... just... every time I think that I can't possibly love you anymore, you go and do something like this and change my mind completely."
"You know how to make a guy smile, girl," he beamed down at her, his azure eyes brightening. "Now come on, let's get some sleep. You've had a rough day and I've had a rough night. Together, we've had a pretty shitty day."
The blonde chuckled, "Dad was that bad, huh?"
"I did all but do the chicken dance, Jessica."
"Well," she laughed, reaching down and pulling the blanket out from underneath her and on top of them, "I think everyone can be thankful that you didn't."
The Rebel's Release - August 25, 2006
I know that it's been a little while since I last wrote on this page, but things have been rather hectic in the McMahon-Cena household as of late.
Between being on the road again, putting in some extra time at the gym to keep my knee conditioned, and planning a wedding, my brain is one-hundred percent on OVERLOAD.
As of now, I can give you a few details of what John and I have discussed about the wedding. We haven't dealt with attire or invitations or even a guest list, quite yet, but we have picked out a venue and have begun to figure out what we want for the decor.
I'm not going to be a bubblegum bride. Then again, I don't think that anyone out there ever thought I would be... not anyone that knows me, anyway. I swear pink will not be the central color of the tables. I haven't decided on bouquets, but with the help of our amazing wedding planner, Mr. Preston Bailey, the floral arrangements are currently being discussed.
We're focused on deep red colors for the decor. It's rock n' roll, but not too hardcore. I don't want to scare my parents' friends... too much.
Well, on a non-wedding related note, I'm officially entertaining two movie scripts at the moment.
I'll give you a brief synopsis of both.
The first script is currently untitled and follows Scarlett Lucas, a fiery and passionate 26-year-old redhead who lives in the fictional city of Granger City, a highly populated, industrial headquarters. By day, she's the dedicated owner of Inferno Tech , one of the world's leaders in music technology. By night, she's her alter-ego, Blaze: the flame-throwing, crimson ball of light flying through the sky.
The story begins with the audience's first glance at another typical day at Ms. Lucas's company, following a night of crime-fighting. She shows little signs of fatigue throughout the day and has plenty of energy to run her company. Scarlett's faced with ruthless businessmen and simply outsmarts them as though it's nothing… especially compared to the battles she fights at night.
And then there's Luke Stanford, the owner of the city's largest sporting equipment stores: the Stanford Sports empire. Unlike Scarlett, Luke is completely powerless, yet he begins to take interest in her after she rescues him one night on the way home from one of his stores. Luke is the only one who truly knows that she is in fact Blaze and it's a fresh breath of air to be able to talk to someone about her complicated life, leaving her to contemplate whether or not life with a regular guy like Luke might work out.
The second movie, called "Punk Rock Princess," centers around Kristin Mackenzie, a singer/songwriter from Pasadena, who's struggling to become successful and her interaction with Andrew McMahon, the philosophical pianist/songwriter of a rock band. Her developing friendship with McMahon, aptly named for Something Corporate lead singer and pianist, Andrew McMahon, grows throughout the first half of the movie and quickly develops into love.
After they decide to pursue this romance, both Kristin and Andrew, are faced with the re-emergence of demons from their respective pasts, combined with the struggle to succeed. Their tours will take them far away from each other, Andrew miserable with her absence, and Kristin feeling a void in his departure, but will one be convinced he or she needs to move on?
I kind of like the idea of being a rock n' roll princess, as well as a superhero!
What do you think? Let me know!
Peace, love, and rock n' roll!
Jess
The WWE Corporate Jet landed at the airport around eleven am the morning after Raw, an hour and a half after taking off from Connecticut.
A little after one 'o clock in the afternoon, John and Jessica arrived at the familiar office of Preston Bailey, the scent of roses wafting across their nostrils.
Approaching the desk, the secretary smiled, "Mr. Cena, Ms. McMahon! Welcome back. Mr. Bailey told me that you have selected Oheka Castle as the venue for both your ceremony and reception. It's quite the wonderful choice."
"Thank you," Jessica smiled genuinely at her, turning to John briefly. "We fell in love with the place the moment the car pulled up to the front lawn."
"Breathtaking, I know," she gushed and buzzed Preston from her desk.
"Yes?"
"Mr. Bailey, Mr. Cena and Ms. McMahon are here to see you."
"Ahh... I will be right out."
Sure enough, less than fifteen seconds later, the cocoa-skinned man in his late fifties appeared from behind the cherry-oak door to the left of his secretary's desk.
In a pair of khaki slacks and a black polo, Preston smiled as he approached the couple.
"Jessica, John it's so nice to see you!" he exclaimed as he kissed Jessica on the cheek and shook John's hand. "Jess, you got so nice and tanned since the last time I saw you. The road has been treating you quite well, I see."
"Am I tan?" she looked down at her arms and then back at the older man. "I never really notice these days."
"Well, you look as beautiful as ever," he grinned. "Now, I have a few samples for you in my work station. I've been working on them this week and I hope you like them. I also have a few of the sample flowers that came in two days ago in chill for you to take a look at. The samples are silk... but of course, will be real the day of the wedding."
John's curiosity was quickly piqued, "In chill?"
Preston laughed, "Sorry. Sometimes I forget that not everyone knows what the heck I'm talking about when it comes to flowers. Only Tracy," he gestured to his secretary before them, "Seems to understand what I say these days."
"And even for me, it's hard," she mused, typing away at her computer.
"When something is 'in chill,'" the famed floral designer began to explain, "It means that it's in a delicate form of thermostasis, utilizing cold air to keep it fresh at temperatures from 33-38 degrees Fahrenheit."
The future bride smirked as a light chuckle passed through her lips, "Refrigeration."
"Yes," Preston nodded with both surprise and amusement. "Exactly. You are marrying a smart one, John."
"I know," he replied with a bright smile, his blue eyes glinting.
The older man clapped his hands together and walked over to the double doors, "Well, then. Shall we take a look at what we have brewing in Preston's Kitchen?"
The couple nodded and Preston pulled open the doors... the scent of the flowers immediately swirling around them, a sea of red, scarlet, and crimson before them.
John slid an arm around his fiancee's shoulders, pressing a light kiss to the side of her head as tears began to roll down her cheeks.
And while both John and Preston assumed that it was the beauty of the flowers or the fact that the impending wedding was finally becoming real to her that had caused her to become emotional...
Jessica couldn't be sure whether they were right or if it was the fact that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get Dwayne's words out of her mind.
A/N: I told you guys that I'd be updating a lot more often. This was a little over a week. See? I'm getting MUCH better again!
I just got my brand new MacBook laptop, which I'm putting to good use, and this was the first chapter typed up on it, so I hope it came out good.
As for Ms. McMahon, well... things are looking both up and down at the same time. She's got movie scripts coming in and she's planning her wedding, but you can tell her mental state is not one-hundred percent right now at all.
Here's the results of the poll on my profile page so far.
Who should Jessica choose?
John Cena - 20 votes (83 percent)
The Rock - 4 votes (16 percent)
Keep voting everyone! It'll be interesting to see what you all really think should happen.
And now... for the shout-outs:
Superstars Kid - Believe me. I know exactly where it's going to end up. There is no maybe ending or a choice I'm deciding between. There is a definitive ending in my head. And as for everyone knowing how it ends, what makes you so sure? And thank you for your praise. It is much appreciated!
Trevia0123 - Thank you!
Latisha C - Thank you. I'm glad I'm keeping you on the edge of your seat!
Da-Real-Mrz-Cena102100 - Well, Dwayne was the hottest man in the WWF/E for a very long time. John might be the incumbent holder of that title, but there's a lot of history with Dwayne and Jessica, as well. Time shall tell...
Westfan - It was so hard not to tell you! And way to be a little egocentric there, Kase. You knew it wasn't going to be Dave. I saw the commercial the other day while watching the Mets and a little piece of me screamed. Alright, my whole body did. Whatever.
Chain Gang Princess - I'm glad I surprised you! And you were right! It was the Codester himself.
Queen Chaos-Hardy - Off your playmate chest, huh? Well, that is quite the compliment.
Simply Priceless - Did you get your Cody-fill on that one?
nychick4 - Well, it was more of an opinion poll. I already knew who was going to be behind the door.
Thats Me - Haha. Was this soon enough for you?
Cena-holic8 - Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'm gonna go out on an oak tree limb and say a certain Mr. Cena.
purplefeather21 - Fooled you too! I couldn't let it be Randy. Too many people would have killed me and it would have been too much like other stories. I don't know if there is a Cena/Rock love triangle anywhere out there. It'd be cool to be the first. And yep. There will be an SAR IV.
xoxoBleedingLovexoxo - I think the better question is... Do you smell what the Rock is cookin? Just kidding.
Enigmatic Lotus Leaf - I'm constantly thinking... oh my God. I could wake up one day in Tampa and walk into the bathroom and see him shaving just like that. It's a sad thought. There are a lot of people that Jessica blames right now... Dwayne, Paul, but mostly, she's blaming herself.
sideways anger - As long as the seat doesn't stay glued to your pants, I'm okay. It's good to know I've got you hooked though, lol.
CenaFan1395 - You definitely were right. I can't believe how many of you I had fooled, though.
goddessofthenight - Yeah, right. Good try on the five minutes. I may be good, but I can't bang out a chapter in that little of time, spaz.
dj-ssdd - You were right on Cody, but I'm not surprised you didn't guess Dwayne. It was definitely an "out there" possibility. I like to venture into the depths of the universe sometimes.
Sambolina - Ah... yes, I am quite the trickster, aren't I?
StartingLine722 - It's okay. Don't feel bad... there were like a hundred other people who were wrong.
StarSixtyNine - Yes, you should of. But it's okay. And killing with love is still murder. Just for the record.
2 Die is 2 Live - I can't believe you're speechless. But I'm glad I shocked you that much.
Dani - A woman's intuition is never wrong! Did you get my email?
miniature-hero - Thank you, I'm glad you liked it.
Broken.Baby.Gyrl - Dude! I'm glad you enjoyed the series so far. I am always astounded when people read the entire trilogy in one shot. Really, I am. And honestly, I don't think that Jessica McMahon can really go wrong either way when it comes to choosing. It's just a matter of who she is meant for... and right now, she has no clue. But eventually, she will. Probably around Chapter 20-ish. But that's just a rough number. This one is looking to have around the same number of chapters as the others. And please do not stop reviewing on account of me, I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE long reviews. For the record.
Well, everyone! That concludes another chapter of She's a Rebel III: Cupid's Chokehold. If you haven't read my new story, please do... Hollywood's Not America. More Than Words is probably about six or seven chapters away from being over, as is Only One... I think. Although, there's a lot to be done with that one. It might go more like ten or eleven at the rate my brain is processing.
Anyway, what were your thoughts on Raw tonight? I was waiting until it was over to post this... but I'm still not happy about Adamle. Maybe they're going to put Steph back in there someday... or not. I hope they do.
Cody and Ted jr. v. Batista and Cena?
Four good looking men is never a problem in my book.
When was the last time you saw Cena use a sleeper hold besides... NEVER?
And Dave was being a douche. I was yelling at John to slap him upside the head to make a tag.
The outcome?
Not very surprising, in all honesty. I kind of guessed they'd wint he titles. I think that creative deprived Cody and Ted of a long run, BUT this could be their way of relegitimizing the Tag Division, which has been a joke the last few years. Remember how well Randy and John tagged? Well, hopefully, there will be some stronger tag teams now. Unfortunately, we lost Jeff and Kennedy, but... maybe a few more names will pop up again soon.
I think that this may give Cody and Ted an opportunity to step up if they begin to feud with Dave and John. It's a major push for them if it's the way Creative decides to handle it.
I just hope they don't turn this into Michaels/Cena pt 2.
Although, the post match "celebration" was pretty stupid in my opinion. They're thirty-plus year old men. A little hard to believe they'd do the "anything you can do, I can do better" garbage.
But John had his cutest smile... so it didn't bother me too much.
ANYHOO... I hope you enjoyed the chapter. You guys have been awesome with the reviews... and please continue to do so! I love you guys!
Rock out!
Danielle