My insomnia was acting up more than usual and even with Cody by my side I couldn't get to sleep. I think I kept Cody up as well. But I think that was because he was worried about me. I know I was up because of the flipping fucked up reasons of why our crew is being sent up to Stamford. I tried to think of other things that normally help me get to sleep. Even my thoughts of the delicious Cody couldn't settle the insomnia. I swear I hate you Ryan. For ruining my life and inflicting this insomnia. When I was younger, I had to lay in wait for my punishment. I couldn't get to sleep or the punishment would be worse. I'm guessing my mind's still affected and hasn't gotten used to the fact that Ryan is dead as a dodo. And will stay that way. Cody was like a zombie and so was I. We put on our best faces till we could get a good dose of caffeine inside of us.
"Um morning all." I started, eyeing Multi and Kaz hoping they followed my orders. Multi nodded and I left it at that, ready to drop the bombshell. "JJ, Ted we have to be in Stamford in two days for a meeting at 10 am." I could tell JJ thought it was her fault. Switchie, my friend. It's mine. My fault, you've been hurt. My fault, Cody and Ted got hurt. I accept full responsibility for my actions, well except for the TNA crash. I was defending Smackdown.
"It'll be fine Jordana, it'll just be to get to the bottom of this." Soothed Ted, looking at Cody, seeing if he had anything else on the situation. Cody, he looks so adorable as a zombie, shook his head, we knew about as much them lot right now.
"Yeah and the bottom of it is that the new girls friends and family showed up at a show with designs on mutilating one of their top stars Randy Orton because he's a total psycho that thinks everyone and there mother is sleeping with his soon to be ex-wife!" JJ was really trying to blame herself for this, but fact is it's my fault.
"JJ we can come with we'll make it all right." Kaz was trying to be positive but when McMahon personally calls you to ask for a meeting, you just go straight to damn straight depressed.
"No you'll just make things worse; I know you want to make it right, but please. What happens, happens. If I get fired then I'll just head to the independent circuit." JJ stated, fed up with everything. I wanted to go up to McMahon and give a good piece of my mind. The risk of getting fired has now been chucked out the window like a crappy laptop. Let's fast forward a bit to the meeting. Everyone smartened up for the meeting. We managed to put the boys in suits. That's how much of an impression we wanted to make on McMahon. I put on my black business blazer with 3/4 quarter sleeves, white school shirt and a black loose tie, a pair of black skinny jeans and a pair of black court shoes to go with it. I gave JJ black straight jeans, a red polo shirt and peep toe black heels. Some people would think I'm deliberately setting JJ up by dressing her down. I'm not, truth is this suits her more. To show I mean business and so I can read, I even put on my black designer thin rimmed glasses. It's a rare sight but if it shows I mean business, anything will help. Anyway... We were brought to the main conference room to be faced with 3 of the most intimidating figures in the business as the TNA managers. Mr Vincent Kennedy McMahon, Billion Dollar Princess Stephanie and the Cerebral Assassin Paul Levesque. I swear Mr McMahon scares the living daylights out of me. I'm not scared by a lot of people, but McMahon is scary especially when he's pissed. Steph and Paul smiled at us but McMahon had his business face on. I pushed my glasses further up my nose and tried to stay calm. I clamped on to Cody's hand for support as he was not as scared of McMahon as I was.
"Jordana, Kaila, Cody and Theodore." Oh no. Full names. I'm always called Kai or Kaila. JJ gets called Jordana by AJ and some of the TNA-ers. Cody, well you can see where I'm getting at. But Ted being called Theodore? Now we're in a whole world of trouble. "Please sit down. We need to talk about the events that occurred on Smackdown." Smackdown? The TNA crash? We didn't have anything to do with that one.
"Sir, er Mr McMahon. It was all my fault. It has nothing to do with" started JJ. No I couldn't let JJ take the blame.
"No JJ, it was my fault I started it with Randy" Not a chance in hell am I letting the others take the fall.
"Will you both just be quiet and let me speak!" He snapped. I swear, the fear on my face was evident now as I jumped like I was being spooked. Cuz I was. Steph noticed and tried to calm her dad down. He nodded at his daughter and started taking deep breaths. "Actually, Kaila, stand up and finish your sentence." I swear to God, this guy creeps me out and now he's asking me to complete a sentence? Oh Jesu Christi! (German for Jesus Christ- don't believe me look it up on Google Translate) I stood up and gathered what was left of my composure.
"I was talking about what happened with Orton. I'm assuming that's why we're here. Feel free to interrupt me. I started this business with Orton, I finish it. If it ends my career, then so be it. But I should be the one who gets punished for it. Not these guys. The teasing on smackdown 2 weeks ago was just a joke, Orton took it seriously and even then it was my idea in the first place. Plus he needs to calm down off screen as he's getting over paranoid about his recent divorce saying every superstar has at one point slept with his ex-wife, it was this whole paranoia he has that's started this." I managed to get through that spiel without mucking up my sentences or cracking under the pressure. I may come off cocky and maybe a tad arrogant but in front of the 3 biggest executives in the business, I become a mumbling, trembling and blithering Santino!
"You finished?" I nodded. "Sit down Kaila. That's not why you're here, despite the trouble you and Orton have caused." Well that's a bit of a relief, and he had a business smile on his face so I guess he wasn't firing us, but I'm not putting anything past him. He can turn on you in a second. "No, the reason you are here, is because we want to tell you about a new idea we've come up with. You see, the TNA crash at Smackdown inspired me. Good job for defending Smackdown by the way Kaila. The crash inspired me to have inter-promotional matches. Where WWE and TNA collide in matches instead of our usual matches. That's why Mr Jarrett and Ms Carter are here. To discuss the idea. And we are going to put the feud between you and Orton to good use girls. The TNA roster will align with the WWE roster with heels to heels and faces to faces. You boys will be required backstage and stop interference and to protect your girls. You will receive your scripts by tomorrow the latest. Dismissed." We took that as our cue to go and we all but bolted it out of there. As we were walking out my phone started ringing. I checked the caller id- unknown.
"Hello?" I answered anxiously.
"Kai, is that you?" Tyler. My cousin who hasn't spoken to me in a year. He's still got his not-natural Ohio accent, despite as far as I'm aware living in Nashville.
"Ty! What's good and how the hell did you get my number?" I asked, smiling. But slightly confused as how to how in the name of absolute Kraziness did he get number.
"Stuff's good and so is choco. I got it off a friend of work. I think he knows you." Dumbest excuse but cuz he was Ty, I let it slide! He's creeping me out now. Only some wrestlers have my number and even then I'm careful who I give it too.
"Uh-huh. So, what's-" I do not believe my cousin for a second.
"Sorry, Kai, I gotta go. My boss is coming." And with that he hung up the call. Not like him. But then again it has been a year since we've spoken. He could've changed in the 12 months. I sent a quizzical look down my phone and put it back in my pocket. I caught up to everyone and started up random chatter. Now we had to wait until RAW. This is going to be fun.