Chapter 18
Closing her eyes, Jetta felt the anger building inside of her at the mention of Vince and took a deep breath to calm herself down. Her fists were clenched tightly as she held one up, silencing Linda for a minute. When a full minute passed, Jetta slowly opened her eyes and nodded, the anger still there, but it wasn't overwhelming.
"Vince came to me the night you suggested I go away for anger management classes..." She trailed off, standing up, and wrapped her arms around herself. "That was Vince's idea wasn't it? He would get me off the road away from Mark and allow enough time for Michelle to roll in and seduce Mark, to effectively rip us apart." Jetta shook her head, not believing how diabolical her cousin's husband was, but then again, she could. "What is going to be done about this, Linda?"
"Actually, he said something about therapy and I suggested the anger management classes." Linda confessed. "You did have a temper that was out of control, Jetta, and I didn't want you to do something you'd regret. Oh, you might not have regretted it right away, but when you got older, you would have." She looked down at her hands, sighing. "Though I was going to have someone on the road with you, it was his idea for you to go to L.A." She frowned, kneading her forehead. "What's to be done...Well, I would suggest you NOT quit because that would be letting my darling husband win." Her lips began curving into a slow smile. "Hmmm..."
"Linda, forgive me, but if I even LOOK at him right now I'm going to kill him." Jetta stated flatly, not beating around the bush, never one to sugarcoat anything. "You're right though, my temper was dangerous. Believe it or not though, I've never been an angry person until I started working for this company." She wasn't trying to make Linda feel bad, but at the same time, that was the truth. "Rarely did I let my temper fly off the handle, but I was so edgy about working here-" Jetta stopped, waving her hand dismissively. "It doesn't matter. I took this job for Mark, to explore what we had...and Vince did everything in his power to split us up. So he wins regardless because I don't know if I'll ever be able to face Mark again." She hated admitting that, though again, it was the truth. "Though Michelle deserves to get her ass kicked for going after another woman's man."
"Why on earth wouldn't you be able to face Mark again? He wasn't in the wrong. You should at least give him a chance to explain what happened from his perspective, Jetta." Linda said softly. "He cares for you very much." Mark probably loved the young woman, but Linda wasn't going to say that, she didn't want Jetta feeling like she was being guilt tripped into anything. "Besides...the idea I'm having would entitle you to ah...kicking Michelle's rear end."
Jetta knew Linda was right and bit her bottom lip, nodding. "I will, I just need...a night." She couldn't get the image of Michelle and Mark out of her mind, which caused tears to sting her eyes. Damn it! She'd told him she loved him only for this to happen! What did she honestly expect from Vince, who had specifically threatened her to stay away from Mark earlier that night? It didn't take a genius to figure out this was all Vince's plan and that pissed Jetta off more than words could say. "How?" She whispered, referring to Linda's mentioning of kicking Michelle's ass.
"By becoming a wrestler." Linda said with a triumphant smile. "Jetta, wrestling would be perfect for you. You've learned how to manage your anger, which is great, that means you could vent frustration in the ring without overly hurting one of the other women. Well...Michelle you can hurt, that I wouldn't mind. She's going to be going on leave afterwards anyway."
To say Jetta's eyes were falling out of her head would've been an understatement. Linda wanted her to become a wrestler? Jetta had to sit down, suddenly not feeling her legs and raked a hand through her blondish blue hair, swallowing hard.
"Linda, I don't know the first thing about wrestling." She said quietly, blinking, trying to wrap her mind around this sudden concept. "Doesn't it take like...YEARS...to become a wrestler?" When she shook her head, Jetta sighed heavily and closed her eyes. "What all would be involved in doing this?" Jetta had background on karate and kickboxing, not to mention she knew how to box, thanks to her anger management instructor.
"You would need to spend at the very least a month in training, mainly so you can learn how to take a fall. A few moves and the rest I'm sure you can improvise." Linda said with a nonchalant wave of her hand. "Stephanie even managed to learn several things in a month, though -and please don't tell her I ever said this- the girl simply doesn't have the ability to wrestle. You, however, do."
Jetta giggled when she heard that, nodding. "I know. Cayla showed me a video back when Stephanie was on camera with Paul..." She'd slowly gotten to know them in the three months she'd worked for the company. "The girl has a hell of a slap, but she doesn't function well in a ring." Linda chuckled along with her and Jetta couldn't remember the last time she had a heart to heart with her cousin like this. "So I take it this means my job on the ring crew is terminated?" When Linda nodded, Jetta reciprocated it as she took a deep breath, feeling the older woman pat her hand. "When does my training begin?"
"Why don't you take tomorrow off while I get in touch with a few people? You'll need a trainer." Linda murmured thoughtfully. In truth, she would have asked Mark to do the training since he usually took the rookies to the ring for practices anyway, but... "Paul would do a good job..." She sighed, wondering if the man would train Jetta since he was injured and all.
Jetta stared at her cousin, knowing her mind was working. Paul was currently on a leave of absence for an injury, that much Jetta knew because Cayla had called and told her while she was gone for those two months. Cayla was the gossip queen and often filled Jetta in on everything that was going on...except with Mark. She hadn't mentioned a word to her regarding Michelle and Mark, which pissed her off even more.
"Alright, I'll take the day off tomorrow. I won't leave." She said, getting her thoughts in order, deciding she was going to have a little heart to heart with Cayla when all of this was said and done. If she knew anything about Mark and Michelle, Jetta was going to knock her lights out, pregnant or not.
"Good." Linda said with a relieved sigh, running a hand through her casually disarrayed hair, glancing at her watch. "Hmm, not too late to make a call." She stood up, brushing off her slacks. "I'll call you in the early afternoon tomorrow with details, alright, Jetta?" She studied her cousin thoughtfully. "Get some sleep." She would have suggested talking to Mark, but wondered if that wouldn't be an explosion waiting to happen.
"You too Linda and...Thank you. For everything...for being on my side." Jetta replied, flashing a hesitant smile, and watched as Linda nodded before walking out the door.
Everything was so screwed up! Instead of getting her reunion with Mark like Jetta had been dreaming and hoping for, for the past two months, she ended up with a broken heart in a confused situation. Sighing, Jetta decided a shower was in order, wanting to forget this night ever happened and walked into the bathroom of her suite, which Linda was very generous in getting for her and Mark. Though, now it was just for her and Jetta decided against a shower. She walked over to the black garden tub and turned on the faucet, deciding a bath with a glass of wine was in order.
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Glen didn't wait for Mark to say a word, just hauled off, and punched him. He watched as Mark stumbled backwards, blue eyes narrowing. "How in the HELL could you...with MICHELLE? Are you insane?"
Mark felt his jaw, flexing it as he studied his soon to be best friend. "How could I what?" He asked in an even tone, his own eyes flashing dangerously.
"FUCK HER!"
What in the Hell? He hadn't fucked Michelle! She had jumped him! Rolling his shoulders, Mark straightened to his full height. "Glen...before I beat you into oblivion, do you have any last words you'd like me to relay to your fiancée?"
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After her bath, Jetta stepped out, wrapping a towel around her body before walking into the bedroom area, shaking her head. She knew it was wrong to run out on Mark the way she had, but what did people honestly expect from her? He kissed another woman and no matter how hard Jetta tried, she couldn't get that image out of her head. Did he enjoy it? Was Linda just trying to make her feel better? Jetta didn't have a clue and felt more confused than ever. Sighing, she sunk down on the bed and laid down, not even worried about dressing, longing for Mark's massive tattooed arms to hold her.
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It was with two black eyes and a split lip that Glen went back to his pregnant fiancée that night. After successfully ducking the first blow that had been aimed to take off his head, he'd come up only to find the second fist already swinging.
Mark felt better, a little. After reminding Glen to watch his mouth and manners, he had calmly explained the situation. Then he had demanded to know what the hell was going around the back. Yes, he would have to kill Michelle brutally. She wanted his attention, she might have just gotten it. Though not in the way she was apparently craving.
"Bitch..."
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Sometime later that next day, Jetta received a call from Linda, the one she had been waiting for. Linda explained to her that she would have to go away to Greenwich, Connecticut for a month for her training, due to Paul being out with an injury. She knew about that, but chose not to say anything, just thanked her cousin for the opportunity, and hung up. Linda had made it apparently clear that NOBODY was to know about what was going on. As far as the entire WWE was concerned, including Mark -unfortunately- Jetta had quit the company and was currently traveling wherever.
Even though this was deceiving Mark in a way, Jetta didn't mind doing it if it meant getting her revenge on Michelle McCool and Vince. Linda assured her she would be divorcing him AFTER this fiasco was taken care of, to which Jetta said she was taking the woman out for a celebratory drink when that happened. Finishing up with her packing, which wasn't very much, Jetta slid some black shades over her eyes and tucked her hair into a baseball cap before walking out of her hotel suite, keycard in hand. She had to check out and head straight to the airport. Linda wasn't wasting any time.
Vince was elated! Jetta had quit! It was true he now had a very pissed off Undertaker on his hands, but...eventually Mark would calm down, no doubt the professional nature would return and everything would go back to normal. As long as he kept out of Mark's way, he might even live long enough to make amends with his wife, who was no doubt irate with him.
Cayla had tried calling Jetta countless times, shaking her head and finally gave up as she buried her face in Glen's chest. She couldn't believe her best friend had quit the WWE without telling her about it! They had plans that night she came back -yes she knew about it and was probably the only one- only for Jetta to run out after catching Mark with Michelle. Cayla shed angry tears, hating that blonde bitch with every fiber of her being. If it hadn't been for her harassing Mark, Jetta would still be here on the road with her. Now, who knows where the woman went?