Chapter 10

"So Jetta, how did you get this job?" Jarred asked a few hours later, both of them holding a ring post, not believing how strong this woman was.

"That's for me to know and you to find out, Jar." She replied sweetly, finishing up the job before going over to sit down next to her best friend, who was talking to the ring crew's manager Tim.

"No shit? You and Big Red are together?"

"Yeah and if anyone has a problem with it, they know where the fucking door is."

"A woman with spunk, I like that." He chuckled, shaking his head, and patted her shoulder. "Come on and help me on the catwalk. You too Jetta."

"Coming boss." She snorted and laughed when he rolled his eyes.

Mark arched an eyebrow, standing where the stage would eventually be, watching as the crew assembled it. Behind him stood a few of the rookies. "Well children," He said, turning to survey them. "You all are going to start warming up while they finish, then we'll be working on your in ring skills."

"They still have-" Kofi shut up under the look he got and began stretching. "You da boss, boss."

"Don't you even think about it, Jetta!"

"See you down below!" She called out before falling off the ledge, one hundred and fifty feet, wearing a bungee cord and laughed as her honey blonde hair flew all around her.

Cayla rushed over to the side, blinking, not believing how crazy her best friend could sometimes be.

"Tim, hand me the cord." She called up to him, swinging herself to the ladder, needing to fix one of the light beams. Believe it or not, this job was a lot simpler than Jetta thought, not seeing Mark was watching her every move.

"Who's the crazy bitch?" Ted DiBiase asked, nudging his partner Cody Rhodes.

"The crazy bitch's name is Jetta." Mark said casually, turning deceptively calm green eyes onto the young fools. Inside he was grinning, that was Jetta. Daredevil through and through, though he had had a moment of panic, remembering all the accidents people had been in from falling. "And congratulations DiBiase, you get the pleasure of learning how to take a Tombstone Piledriver properly."

"Man, it sucks to be you!"

"Fuck..."

"Maybe next time you'll keep your mouth shut about 'Taker's woman."

"Cayla you have to try this, girl! This is so fucking amazing!" Jetta was having the time of her life, swinging back and forth and rolled her eyes when Tim started swinging a little harder, laughing as she spun in a circle. "Okay I think I need to stop before I get dizzy."

"What do you mean IF?"

"Good point." She turned around and seen green eyes staring at her, eyes widening. "Hey Mark!" She grinned while waving at him before swinging herself over to the ladder, climbing back up.

"How come we have to call ya 'Taker, man? She calls ya, Mark." Kofi cringed when he got the same pleasant smile DiBiase did.

"She is someone I LIKE, you are someone I'll eventually considering ACKNOWLEDGING outside of these training sessions."

"Well that's kinda harsh."

"No kidding."

"Kofi, since you and Rhodes like running your mouths..."

Now Ted was feeling better, he wasn't the only one who was going to be pissing himself.

Jetta watched from the catwalk as he showed the younger wrestlers -she assumed- how to get it done in the ring, a smirk on her lips. He was a locker room leader, no doubt about it, though that was partially due to Cayla filling her head with everything that was going on. She sort of understood and cringed when Mark delivered the Tombstone Piledriver -Cayla's wrestling knowledge had informed her of the finishing moves of Kane and Undertaker- to one of them.

"Ouch, that doesn't look pleasant." She muttered, causing Cayla to nod in agreement and smirked when Tim told them to get down. "Very well." She dived with the bungee cord, landing in the ring and bounced back up a second later, laughing at the bemused look on all of the men's faces.

"Jetta," Tim groaned. "I said to CLIMB down."

"Now what fun would that be?"

Mark wasn't so amused, looking up with a scowl on his face. "CUT THE CRAP UP THERE!" He bellowed. "Tim, keep them in line or I WILL!"

Kofi patted Ted on his back. "See, you survived, man!"

"Was that the crazy bitch?"

"Your turn Rhodes."

Jetta raised a slow eyebrow up at Mark as she did a back flip, unhooking herself from the bungee cord, and landed on her feet like a cat. "Maybe you should think about waiting until AFTER the crew is DONE before you decide to give the juniors a training session." She stated evenly, having finished up, and cracked her neck before walking behind the curtain. Jetta's blood was boiling as she stalked outside, needing air before she exploded. Her temper rarely rose, but when it did, people stayed out of her way.

"That was uncalled for, Mark." Cayla added, shaking her head, and rushed after her friend.

Jetta was right. They should've waited until after the ring crew was finished. Men.

"You boys are in luck, training has just been canceled because I'm not going to prison for accidentally murdering one of you." Mark growled, watching as the three hurriedly slipped out of the ring. He soon followed, waiting until Tim was on the floor. "You best be keeping her in line." He cautioned, refusing to take their professional problems into their relationship. He didn't mix business with pleasure that way. At work it was just that, business. "If she had done that when I was tombstoning DiBiase, I could have fucking KILLED him."

Tim sighed, just nodding. "Mark, from now on, wait until after we set up fully. One of the ring posts weren't put up correctly and that's my fault for not double checking it. So you could've seriously injured yourself and the others if we hadn't caught it." He walked away from the man, cleaning the rest of the shit up, knowing tomorrow night they would have to take it all down again.

~!~

"Don't even Cayla; I'm not in the mood." Jetta stated, leaning against the arena building, flexing her fingers through her fingerless gloves she always wore, refusing to change her look for anyone. "I didn't mean to go near the ring and he blew a fucking gasket."

"I know." Cayla agreed with her and she made a valid point when she said Mark should've waited. "He acts like he owns the place." She snorted, rolling her eyes.

"He may own the place, but he doesn't own ME. And if he doesn't get that through his head, then this is not going to work." She was pissed and kicked the wall before sliding down until the pavement met her ass. "What the hell am I doing Cayla?"

"Sweetie, I know this is hard for you. Hell, you've never been in a relationship or whatever you and Mark are, but he really had no right blowing up at you in front of everyone like that. That was just plain rude, business or not."

Jetta lowered her head and sighed heavily.

~!~

"She DIVED into the ring, on a bungee cord?" Glen raised an eyebrow. "Does she know you could have squashed one of the rookie's heads?"

"Who the hell knows." Mark grunted, busy pulling his straps up, getting around for the show. "Tim asked I keep the boys out of the ring until everything is set up, apparently they didn't put up a post correctly."

"Not reassuring, but good call on his part."

"No kidding, this way I don't kill anybody, my crew or theirs."

~!~

Jetta stayed outside for much of the night along with Cayla, both of them just talking about whatever. She was a loner by heart, though Cayla had somehow managed to worm her way into Jetta's space, just as Mark had. Though Cayla was different and she admired that. The woman didn't care what people thought of her with her Tripp pants and spiked bracelets. Apparently Glen adored her and that made her smile.

"So what the hell are you going to do about Mark?"

"What do you mean? I told you, I'm not apologizing and if he doesn't like it, he can kiss my ass."

"Jetta," She sighed when her friend shot her a dark look. "Never mind."

"Randy, get off me man!" John yelled, laughing as his friend shoved him outside. "Why do I have to join you on your smoke breaks?"

"Because if I don't drag you out every now and then, people would be tempted to kill you instead of just maim." Randy snorted, lighting up a short. "You're annoying bro, sorry." His eyes strayed to Jetta and Cayla, arching an eyebrow before turning his attention back to John. "Hear about 'Taker?"

"Do I care?"

"Apparently he went off on one of the ring crew and they went back off on him."

"And did the stick in his ass come out?"

"Nah, I heard it went even deeper."

"The ring crew member was me." Jetta stated, looking up from her place, arching an eyebrow when the man from earlier groaned, apparently not happy to see her. "And I didn't go off on him, I simply spoke my mind. There's a difference."

"Forgive my friend here, she's a little pissed off at the moment." Cayla replied, walking over with a warm smile. She was the friendly one obviously.

Jetta rolled her eyes and leaned further back against the building, snapping a twig into pieces, wishing she was back at home so she could go for a ride on her Chopper, suddenly missing her freedom. "Cayla, I'm going for a walk." She announced, standing up, and didn't wait for an answer as she walked away.

"Ah...is she always so bright and sunny or is it just me?"

"Maybe she don't like you."

"Well what the fuck? I haven't done anything to her."

"Yet. I'm Randy, by the way." Randy held out his hand to Cayla. "And the bonehead who is now chasing your friend is John."

"Nice to meet you, though I already know who you are. I'm a wrestling fan." She wasn't afraid to admit it and smiled when his blue eyes sparkled back at her.

To say Jetta wasn't amused when she heard footsteps behind her and looked to her left to see the same guy from earlier in the cafeteria walking beside her was an understatement. "I don't believe I invited you. Go run along with the rest of the boys, Junior." She sighed when he kept following her and whipped around, shoving him. "Look asshole, I don't want to be bothered right now! I want to be ALONE, do you know what that means? It means GET THE FUCK BENT!" She growled and stormed off before breaking out into a run.

"Well if I promise to get bent can you come help me with it?" John shouted after her, shaking his head. "Christ, can't even apologize to her for accidentally annoying her..." He muttered, walking back over to Randy and the non-bitchy one.

"You have a way with the ladies." Randy commented, blowing smoke at John with a grin.

"Fuck her, I didn't DO anything to her and she keeps running me over. No offense to you, miss, but your friend needs to either lose the string or try some fucking Midol."

Randy shook his head, smiling apologetically. "John doesn't handle being disliked very well."

"I noticed." Cayla sighed as she seen Jetta run off, shaking her head. "John, Jetta is a free spirit of sorts. She doesn't take too kindly to be tied down or forced to do something. You haven't done anything to her, but Mark really pissed her off earlier. He yelled at her in front of a lot of people we're going to be working with and embarrassed her. She just wants to be left alone. When she's chipper, then try talking to her." She started laughing. "She thought you were going to hit on her earlier in the cafeteria, which is why she brushed you off cause she's with Mark...sort of."

"Brushed me off? No, brushing someone off is when you politely say 'I'm not interested', she jumped on the bitch-mobile and was downright rude about it." John said, waving more smoke away from him. "Randy, that cigarette is about to go up your nose." He threatened. "A free spirit and just being a mean bitch are two different things."

Randy watched John disappear back inside with raised eyebrows. "That is the first time I've ever heard him really hate on a woman. Damn."

Jetta didn't go back to the arena. In fact, she decided to get her own hotel room. Mark didn't know her last name and she preferred it that way. She wasn't running away, but she was proving a point. A valid point. She wasn't going to let any man run her life or tell her what to do, unless it was her boss, which he was not.

Snorting, she sat in her hotel room, wearing a pair of black panties with a black tank top, flipping through the channels on the television. She'd already grabbed her bag from her and Mark's hotel room and handed her keycard in. Jetta was more than well off as far as finances went and she was still contemplating quitting this job Linda offered.

When Mark reached the hotel room, he wasn't pleased to find it empty. Sighing, he closed the door behind him and dropped his duffel bag on the bed. Apparently Jetta was still sulking like a child over being told off. Maybe he should have pulled her aside to handle it, but he didn't handle people doing dumb shit when it came to the ring well. He had seen way too many near fatal accidents because someone had played stupid. He hadn't been planning on coming to the room and fighting with her. He left work at work. Groaning, he raked his hands through his hair. Why couldn't she?