Chapter 28

"So wait what the hell happened," Bischoff asked as he spoke into his cell phone. "AJ and Reed were arrested last night got themselves into some huge brawl," Ric Flair yelled as he drove bail AJ out.
"Oh great just what we don't need. Everyone has to be on the down low for the time being," Bischoff yells. "Look Eric it was Reed he is the one that attacked AJ. And besides Reed is so far gone people are more likely to try and put him in a rubber room that come after us," Flair says. "Well it's not just Reed or do I have to remind you all the crap Sting is talking," Bischoff says"Eric come on man it's Ric Flair I can handle Sting," Flair says as he parks and hangs up. "Ric... Ric... God Damn it," Eric yells.

*break*

"Excuse Me I am hear to bail Jake Reed out," Traci says. "Well bail hasn't been set yet," The desk sergeant says. "If you want to see him we got him in a holding cell over there," a female cop says. "No thanks I came to bail him out that's it," Traci says angrily. "Oh boy it's like I always said no prison can be a worse punishment than the pissed off wife," Some older cop says walking by.

*Break*

I just got done meeting with my lawyer. I am waiting to get taken back to my cell. According to my lawyer the new DA is wanting to make a big show about how tough on crime he is by going after the two pro wrestler that "went nuts in downtown Orlando" but once a bigger story comes along he will move on. My only real concern is being able to get to St. Louis for my match with Wolfe. Again should work out I just have to pay a fine and be good. "Hey Reed your wife is here to see you," A cop says as he opens the door.

To my shock Traci does come into the room. She sits down giving me that look. Trust me if you married you know that look. "Well what do you have to say for yourself," Traci says. "If you saw your best friend going down a dark path he had pulled you off of before what the hell would you do," I say. To my shock she actully drops the look. "I guess I would try to stop them," she says. "Look I know I've been going nuts lately. But I just have this feeling I am so close to dragging all this out and I just have to keep the pressure up," I say.

"Jake people are starting to talk they think you lost your mind," Traci says. "Not the first time won't be the last," I say. "Well Jake this time you don't have a contract with the company," Traci says. "Witch I would have if I hadn't been fired and that wouldn't have happened if not for Bischoff and maybe Hogan so that is why I am going nuts trying to find out if the big orange goblin is on the up and up," I yell. "And what happens when your done and people don't want you in TNA?" Traci yells back at me.

"What do you care? Guess I am lucky I caught you on a day where you actully seem to care about me. But hey I've been here before pretty much every day since you..." I just stop slam my hand on the table. "Jake," she says softly. "What?" I yell but than soften up when I see a new look in her eyes. Again if you been married you know this look and how it's so much worse than that other look. "I'm sorry," Traci says.

"Yeah I know. Your always sorry except for the one thing you should be sorry about and your right I am crazy. I've got to be. Because let's face it you do to me what you did and I keep trying to get you back. I get fired and what am I doing trying to save the company instead of going to Japan or Mexico. But you know I like being crazy," I say before the guard takes me back to my cell to wait.

#Break#

Got really lucky some player for the Magic did something with Drugs so the DA has moved on. Plead out for a fine and some community service and I am a free man. So what does a free man do with himself well if your me you risk going back to jail by breaking into Hulk Hogan's office at the iMPACT! Zone. Going to the zone not a big deal the ring is set up full time for guys to work out there is even a small gym but going into Hogan's office very big deal.

Its a Tuesday and if I heard right Hogan never comes in on Tuesdays something with finance. Hell there is almost no one there just Don West and a crew doing the latest insane deals speicals for the website. I walk up to Hogan's door and it locked. The good news this used to be Jeff Jarrett's office and stole Jeff's spare key a while back when I was setting up a big joke that I never got to pull off. I get in and it smells of Rogan and spray tan.

I close and re-lock the door. Man has this placed changed I guess that fits the whole company has changed. I go to his desk and open a draw. Rogan and spray tan cans are the only things in it. I open another one and find nothing but pens and other office crap. I fight the urge to slam it and than look up and want to kick myself right there on his desk. "It's 2010 Jake forget paper files everyone just keeps everything on hard drives," I say.

I move the mouse the computer wakes up. I need a pass word and try brother, Hulk, Hogan, Hulk Hogan, Brooke, Nick, BrookeNick, NickBrooke, TNA, pytons, and dude they all fail. I click on the hint and see it's set at BH. I try BH no luck. "BH what could be BH mean. Brutus Hogan, Brooke Hogan," I try both and no luck. "BH come one Jake most passwords are easy what could BH mean." I check my watch I've been in here ten mintues can't stay to long. "Hogan and BH what do you know about Hogan, he's bald, he puts himself over all the time. He slammed Andre... Who was manged by Bobby Heenan," I yell way to loud.

I type again but no luck. "Wait a second, wait a second Hogan never called Bobby Heenan by his name he called Weaseal" I type it in and it works. E-Mail first please tell me Hogan uses e-mail. He does by the guy never delets anything. I don't open anything that is new and go for the old stuff. Come on there has to be something in here. But nothing I mean outside of calling his ex-wife a bitch the guy has nothing. But there is somehting strange not a single e-mail from Eric Bischoff. He hasn't sent any either nothing not even something like "Who should get the next title shot." But he has sent plenty to Dixie.

I check the trash and it's empty. "Ok the guy seems to keep every other e-mail he's ever gotten except for Eric Bischoff's. Wait a second what if he has a second account," I say. Someone knocks on the door.

To Be Continued...