Chapter 13
Jetta didn't get a chance because Tim was calling her over as she sighed, sliding under the rope, and went over to stand beside him. She was wearing black cargo pants with chains hanging from them, a black tank top, black bandana around her head. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a low braid with black shades on top of her head.
"What's up Timmy?"
"I want you to meet the brains behind the company." Tim said with a grin, playfully wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Jetta, this is Vince McMahon. Vince, meet one of the hardest working people on my-"
"Jetta, how do you like your job?" Vince interrupted, a charming smile on his face, his eyes not so pleased.
"Oh, you two...know each other?"
"Unfortunately. He's my second cousin's husband. I guess you could call him my cousin, but I don't consider the man family. And I'm not thanking him for this job because it's not him who hired me." She stated coolly, causing Tim to raise an eyebrow and flashed a smile back at Vince, who looked red in the face. "What's the matter Vinnie? Don't like the truth? Thank Linda for me, will you?" Jetta snorted, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"While I'm at it, I'll thank the Lord you're the only bitch on that side of the family tree." Vince replied with another smile, his face still red. Nodding at Tim, he walked away.
Tim shook his head, wondering if he had really just seen and heard all that. "Well…" He coughed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Let's get back to work, shall we?"
"Proud to be one, Vinnie!" She called back at his retreating form, rolling her eyes, and nodded at Tim before sliding back in the ring.
"Did he just call you a bitch?"
"Yeah, why? It's the truth." Jetta shrugged nonchalantly. "I told you all about him, Cayla."
"Do you think that was smart mouthing off to him in front of our manager?"
"Does it look like I give a flying fuck?"
Cayla sighed and got back to work.
Twenty minutes later, Tim got called away. He returned another thirty minutes after that with a yellow slip and a scowl. "Jetta," He took her away from the others, not wanting to embarrass her. He didn't do things that way. "Vince fined you for misconduct." He handed her the slip, not even wanting to know how much it was. "Maybe...you should tone it down around him?" He liked her and didn't want to see her lose her job.
Jetta took that slip and stormed right past Tim, immediately going to Stephanie's office. Linda had told her that, if for any reason, her husband bothered her during her job, she was to report it immediately. Throwing the slip down on Stephanie's desk, Jetta didn't need to say a word.
"Your father had the nerve to call me a bitch simply because I didn't thank HIM for the job. He didn't GET me this job, Stephanie. Your MOTHER did. He's fining me for no goddamn reason and I want it handled!" She was pissed beyond belief. "If you don't want to handle it, I'll have no problem calling Linda myself."
Stephanie rubbed her temples, wondering why she was the unfortunate who got to deal with this shit. "My mother will tell you the same thing I'm going to tell you, Jetta. If you're contesting the fine, which you apparently are, we have to investigate the matter. The fine is temporarily waived pending my decision." She looked up at her third cousin, blue eyes tired. She had just got done dealing with one of the Divas and was ready to either go to bed or bitch slap somebody.
"No, don't bother. Deal with your other issues." She stormed out, taking her break now, and whipped her cell phone out to call her second cousin. Vince wasn't getting away with calling her a bitch only for him to FINE her. Fuck that! Not happening. She arrived outside and dialed her second cousin's number, putting the phone to her ear, and sighed when Linda answered. "Hey Linda, it's Jetta."
"Hello Jetta dear, what can I do for you?"
"You can put your hubby in his place and tell him to either back the fuck off while I'm at work or I'm going to quit." She was pacing back and forth, closing her eyes as Linda sighed, asking her to explain what happened. Jetta did, not leaving anything out, going as far as to tell her exactly what she told Vince. "Then, THEN, he had the NERVE to fine me after calling me a bitch in front of my manager! Linda, I love you, you're one of the only people that understands who I am and what I'm about. But I am not, I repeat NOT, paying this fine."
Linda sighed away from the phone, wondering just why Vince had to be such a bastard sometimes. "Did you go speak to Stephanie?" She asked finally, already knowing her pale fingers were going to be stained with her dear husband's blood if he didn't stop his antics. When Jetta began going off about that, she remained quiet, letting the younger woman rant for awhile. "As she told you, the matter has to be investigated simply because he did fine you and has apparently filed the paperwork." Since when did he work that quick? Oh yes, since Jetta joined the company. Again, she made a mental note to become a widow. "But I will be handling this personally, so don't worry."
"Thanks Linda, I knew I could count on you. It would be different if I called him a rotten old bastard to his face in front of Tim, but I didn't do that. I simply told him to thank you for the job since you're the one who offered it to me in the first place. I know Vince doesn't want me here. He can't stand the sight of me and you know what, the feeling is fucking mutual. I can't stand him, makes me wonder what you see in him. Not really my business though." Jetta stated, causing Linda to chuckle ruefully back at her.
They ended the call with a promise from Linda that she would be handling this fine business and Jetta snapped the lid to her cell phone shut, her anger still at an all time high. Hauling off, Jetta rammed her first full force into the arena building and groaned, the pain zipping through her hand and up her arm. Though, in a weird way, it felt good. Jetta then slid down the wall and held her hand to her chest, closing her eyes, and slipped her shades over them.
Randy had been standing off to the side smoking a cigarette, trying to mind his own business and had done a good job of it since he'd been wearing earphones to his IPOD, which was blasting. Though when he seen Jetta punch the concrete building, he had winced and his mind had supplied the CRUNCH. Sighing, he pulled off the buds and muted the volume, flicking his cigarette away and cautiously walked over to her. Aware Jetta had an attitude and not keen on losing his balls.
"Did you break it?"
"I don't know." She stated evenly, flexing her fingers as if to test them and winced, though they moved. "Probably fractured it." She shrugged, standing back up and stared at Randy who had taken a liking to her friend in a purely platonic way. She hoped otherwise Randy was going to find her foot up his ass. "It doesn't matter, I like a little pain anyway." She seen him nod before walking back inside the arena, not even noticing her hand was dripping blood as she headed back to the ring setup. She'd been gone too long, she knew it, but Tim wouldn't fault her considering she was just fined by her cousin's bastard husband for no fucking reason except telling the truth. "Prick." She muttered, slipping her shades on top of her head.
Tim rounded to give Jetta a job to do and frowned, his eyes instantly moving to the floor. "You're bleeding." He said flatly, not even wanting to know. He was happier that way. When she flexed her hand, it didn't take a genius to put two and two together. "Go see Larry and tell him I'll deal with the paperwork myself." The last thing she needed was Vince jumping down her throat for an accident that happened at work.
Jetta sighed as she nodded, knowing she couldn't argue with Tim, and went to Larry's office. She didn't say a word and sat down, letting him clean up her hand and flexed her knuckle, which had hurt like a bitch. She didn't show it though and kept the pain inside before he wrapped it in thick tape. It was fractured, just as she had said, and rolled her eyes when he told her she couldn't work.
"You can tell me that, Larry, but I'm still doing it." She replied sweetly before walking out, slipping her black glove back on to hide her injury before going back to do her job. She wasn't going to let a simple injured hand prevent her from doing it.
Mark saw Jetta walk out of the trainer's room, watched as she slid her glove over her wrapped hand, and frowned. Breaking his usual rule, he stepped out from the doorway of his dressing room, pressing the flat of his hand against her stomach to stop her. "What happened?" He asked softly, eyes trained on her hand.
He rarely ever talked to her while they were at work as Jetta sighed while being pulled until her back pressed against the wall, looking up into his green eyes. "It's nothing." She whispered and let out a hiss when he touched it, sighing heavily, knowing he would want to know. Jetta felt Mark pull her into his dressing room, hearing the door close behind them, and felt him turn her around until they were face to face again. "I punched the building." She wasn't going to lie to him and crossed her arms in front of her chest, seeing his eyes narrow. "There, you know and I need to get back to work." Her voice was calm and soft, though she couldn't stop herself from being somewhat annoyed.
Knowing she was beginning to lose her temper, somewhat impressed she hadn't already; Mark simply opened the door, staring at her, holding it for her. If he knew Tim, the man would either try sending her home or put her on the most boring, simplest task he could. "Go on then, Jetta." He said softly.
"Thanks." She whispered, not showing weakness. She would later when they were in the confines of their hotel room. Of course, all that really happened there was sex, though they had a few talks. Sighing, Jetta walked out, closing the door behind her, and rolled her eyes when Tim demanded that she sit out or go back to the hotel. "I'm going back to the hotel." She informed him evenly, not believing she would be a hazard to the company, and wanted to kill Vince. If he would've left her alone, like Linda specifically told him too, none of this would've happened. Leaving the arena, Jetta decided to walk back to the hotel, needing time to cool off and just to generally think about things.
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"Cayla said Jetta took off." Glen commented as he and Mark walked towards the ring later that night for one of their tag team matches together.
Considering Mark was trying to get in character, that wasn't helpful. "Figured she would." He grunted.
"Heard she broke her hand."
"Glen...I'm supposed to go out there and maim my opponent, not my partner."
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Wherever Jetta went Cayla followed, that was just the way it was, and if the WWE didn't like it they could fire her. Wasn't like she needed the money anyway, considering who her boyfriend -and soon to be fiancé- was. That was wrong to think, but at the same time, Cayla was always taken care of by a man. Not that she didn't like getting her hands dirty. She did, but she would rather stand by her man who brought home the bacon.
"This is fucking bullshit!" Jetta snapped, tossing the remote control at the wall, wearing a red tank top with panties. "I could've worked easily tonight, Tim just doesn't want the company getting sued! Like I would really sue my only family, even if Vince is a bastard?" She snorted.
"Jetta, just calm down." Cayla sighed while her friend paced back and forth. "Look, maybe you should call Linda and tell her you don't want this job. It's not like you and Mark won't see each other, it just won't be as often..."
"Cayla, this has nothing to do with me and Mark. We're FINE. God, why are you so hell bent on trying to find something wrong with our...relationship?" God that word was still new to her.
"Because all you two do is fuck!"
"And? What the hell is wrong with having a lot of sex?"
"You two need to COMMUNICATE and get to KNOW EACH OTHER."
"You really need to get laid more often."
"Look, all I'm saying is that you two don't-"
"Cayla, enough!" Jetta snapped, having heard the woman repeat herself over and over again regarding her and Mark. "Why don't YOU concern yourself with your OWN relationship and let me deal with mine?" She suggested, leaning her head back against the headboard, her hair down from the braid it was in due to taking a shower as soon as she arrived at the hotel. Her hand was currently black and blue with cuts all over it, though it didn't bother her too much.
"You and Mark won't last if you keep going down this road, Jetta. Having sex to escape your problems is not the answer."
"Since when have you been an expert on relationships?"
"Um, let's see, since I've had more than you?"