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Post by Jason Youngblood on Jun 7, 2011 17:39:49 GMT
Jason was caught off guard the last time he saw her. Yeah he wasn't expecting her to show up here in TNB ever again. He even thought she was retired fully by now and when he did see her, anger and resentment filled him quickly. He knew she'd be around so they'd have to talk things out and see why exactly she had to be here in TNB of all places.
Generra, with all of her connections of course, found out what hotel she was staying at most recently during the Japan tour TNB was on. And he made his way there of course, mystery muscle man in tow waiting for him at the end of the hallway seated on a bench as Jason stood at the door.
He waited a second and then knocked on the door and waited for her to answer.
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Post by Holly Williams on Jun 7, 2011 18:01:59 GMT
“Yeahhhh … yawn … I am coming “
Jessie yawns loud while she swings her legs over the edge from the couch she was laying on. She lets out a gasp as she puts her weight on the right leg … the knee was still a mess from the last 2 weeks of wrestling in Canada. At least the knee was not swollen anymore, but none then less the pain was a constant in her life since nearly 2 years … and the doctors told her that the pain will properly never go away. She wears a black t-shirt with the Blair Bitch Project logo on it and a pair of pink panties. The t-shirt was none then less long enough to cover up what underwear she is wearing. She stretches her arms out once more and humbles over to the door. She opens the door a bit and looks to the outside, waiting for the sushi guy from which she has ordered some food.
“Hope you got the beer as well … that I have ... ordered?”
Jessie’s eyes opens wide as she sees the familiar face from Jason Youngblood in front of her. She is speechless for … 1 or maybe 2 seconds, but then she has found her focus again and stares at him …
“What do you want?”
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Post by Jason Youngblood on Jun 7, 2011 21:39:45 GMT
"Maybe I wanted to tell you how much you suck and how much your career hasn't been worth shit like you did me a few weeks ago. Who knows. Let me in and we'll see where it goes Jess."He stands there silent with his hands in his pockets, waiting for her to at least invite him in instead of just standing there staring at his package.  But hell who could blame the girl. 
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Post by Holly Williams on Jun 7, 2011 22:16:41 GMT
Jessie stares at Jason for a couple of seconds, looking him death serious in the eyes and then she just shrugs with her shoulders and opens the door for him. She steps to the side, so that he can walk inside.
“Never bother much about my career … not as if I am required to wrestle to make my living with it anyway”
Having a rich daddy who died a few years ago and made her the sole owner of his company quite helped Jessie with that, as well that she is quite smart and has a good sense for the business and the last few years the business runs pretty smooth thanks to the USA.
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Post by Jason Youngblood on Jun 7, 2011 22:26:13 GMT
"Yeah, we're all not that lucky Jess."
He stepped into the room, and almost immediately started to look around the place. Just like her to spend all this money on a hotel room when it wasn't needed. The place was immaculate. Of course with Jason being a member of MMInc., he too could do such things if he wanted. He just chose not to all of the time.
He heard the door shut behind him as he kept on looking around the place. Almost like he was looking for someone?
The entire time he snooped around the place, staring into corners and at times staring outside of the massive balcony window a few times he continued to talk.
"So how long you been under contract with TNB Jess? I mean after what you said last time we saw each other, It sounds like you been around way longer than people probably know. Oh and before I forget, Generra sends her absolute worst... But anyway, about last time.... Almost sounded like you came here for revenge or something..."
He let his words trail off for a few seconds, before finally calming down a bit, stopping his search around the massive hotel suite. He turned, removing his jacket and tossing it onto the couch of the living room. He turned making eye contact with Jessie across the room, smiling, finishing in a sarcastic manner with..
"But you wouldn't do that... would you Jess? You don't have any ill will towards me now do you? It's all good between us right?"
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Post by Holly Williams on Jun 7, 2011 22:47:48 GMT
Jessie shrugs with her shoulders and closes the door, then she turns around and humbles back to the couch to let herself sink down on it. Her view falls at the jacket that Jason has tossed at her couch and she push it to the side, so that it is in one of the corners of the couch, which leaves more space for herself, she slowly swings her leg on it and leans back while Jason looks at her.
“Pfff… why should I? What have you done that I would have some ill will towards you?”
She grins and her tone has changed in a similar sarcastic sounding tone as Jason has used just a few seconds before.
“But … no I have no ill will towards you … as long as you take responsibility for your actions of the past. That is what a honest man should do … but I may have judged you too early after seeing what has just happened with this Money Maker Inc shit that you are pulling in TNB. I though you were a man on a solo mission for the first time in your life, not trying to impress others or needed the help of others … but rather be a man and step up your game.”
Jessie’s thoughts drift for a few seconds to the past and how Jason was, and how he could be one day if he would stop acting like a badass. She shakes her head and turns her attention back to the here and now and to the man who stands not too far away.
“And to answer your question about how long I have been with TNB. A couple of months, I have signed a contract to work for them before my last knee operation at the beginning of this year. To answer another question of yours that might come up … it hurts like fuck all the time … and is still not better. But good enough that I can wrestle again as long as I don’t push myself too far over the edge … and yes hitting somebody with a Rock Bottom from the top of a ladder is something I shouldn’t do … but I still have done it … and yes … revenge might sound fine … but I am not a 20 year old girl that has nothing better to do as to hunt a guy for the failures of his past. “
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Post by Jason Youngblood on Jun 7, 2011 23:24:05 GMT
That hit a nerve in Jason, again. He found his way to the love seat opposite where Jess was sitting and started in immediately.
"See, there you go with the failure shit again. Failure? Now if that's not the pot calling the kettle black I don't know what is. How am I a failure at anything? I'm tops in my profession right now if you haven't noticed. I've aligned myself with the most powerful group ever assembled this side of the Familia and you think that's not being a man or something?"
"You never did understand what this business was about. You care too much about what the fans think of you maybe. Or maybe you're worried that some god up in the sky is judging you. Get off of it Jess."
Jason leaned forward, grabbing something from off of the coffee table. Something like a freakin artifact knowing Jessie. These rich girls always did waste money on something he thought. He just shook his head as he kept on talking, the object still in his hand as he looked over it.
"Let's be real here Jess. You came here because I'm here. Now don't take that the wrong way. I know and you know my personal situation, and that's not what I'm saying. I'm saying all of this was intentional for whatever reason you've come up with in that warped brain of yours. Maybe you had too many failed relationships with the same sex and your brain isn't working right anymore. I don't know. But you know this is a bad time for me to have to deal with this. A real bad time. I need to know you're not gonna make waves for me. I need this to be smooth sailing. Got it?"
Jason asked that last part as if he was demanding Jessie keep her mouth shut. Hell to be honest he was and he expected just that. For her to keep it shut.
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Post by Holly Williams on Jun 11, 2011 4:08:51 GMT
Jessie let out a sad moan as she swings her leg over the edge of the couch to sit up. Both of her bare feet’s are touching the tilled floor of the hotel room, which is way to luxurious for her, but her assistant tend to be too good to her when it comes with hotels that she books for her boss. Jessie crosses her fingers and looks down at the floor as she tries to think of some mean words she could say to hurt Jason, but nothing crosses her mind. She tilts her head to the side and tries to look Jason in the eyes. She suddenly reaches up with her right and runs it over her eyes to wish away some liquid that seam to have been running down her cheek, JB looks shaken up as she answers.
“Sure … I got it …”
Jessie turns her head to the side to try to avoid Jason’s staring at her face and the small tears that are running down her cheeks. She presses her nails against the palms of her hands, not really noticing how she is scratching her skin via her nails.
“Its clear … it’s like always with you. But its ok, I will be a good girl and not interference in your business. Business as usual … right?”
She laughs up, but its clear that there was nothing funny been said … and it sounded quite sad how she said it.
“You know Jason … I just you would just chill a bit and take it not so serious what I have said. I am not here to hurt you, or stay in your way. I mean … I got of course my own agendas with you, but you know what I want … you always knew it. I told you ages ago … what I want … that you take responsibility for our … accident. I mean … I don’t know what I mean … damn it.”
Jessie turns her head back to Jason and stares helpless in his face, not knowing what she should do.
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Post by Jason Youngblood on Jun 11, 2011 4:39:36 GMT
Jason tried and tried to contain his anger. Or was it resentment? Resentment towards himself for something that had happened years ago. But honestly it had haunted him everyday since, and he didn’t know how to deal with it sometimes. Jessie showing up here just made it that much worse.
He saw the tears welling up in her eyes, and forced himself to look away while he spoke and responded.
“What kind of agenda Jessie? I mean seriously..”
He tosses the tiny artifact onto the couch opposite end where Jessie was sitting and stood up from his seat. He couldn’t and wouldn’t take much of her tear filled eyes anymore tonight. They were too distracting and regardless of their harsh words for one another since her arrival, they were still in fact friends.
He started to pace around the huge suite again, still speaking as he seemed to be looking for the bar area while doing so.
“Yeah there was an.. Accident…No… God can we find another word to use please? Accident sounds like we’re… I don’t know…. Into fucking eugenics….”
He was almost erratic by now, finding himself staring out of the balcony window overlooking the city. It brought back memories of some traveling he had done a few years back on the independent wrestling circuits. He shook his head wondering how he got himself here, where he found himself now.
“There’s no need to cry Jess. We’re both adults and we… Well… I don’t know… But I still don’t know what you want me to do. In my situation.. What can I really do Jess?”
He turned back, making eye contact with her as he stood there with his arms in an outward motion as if to ask for some kind of idea or guidance or something from his old friend.
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Post by Holly Williams on Jun 11, 2011 5:25:11 GMT
Jessie looks up to Jason who is trying to make eye contact with her, but she quickly turns her head ashamed to the side. Starting down at her toes, she responses to him, still trying to avoid to make direct eye contact with him as the whole situation was quite embarrassing for her.
“I know that … and I have no idea what you should do. I don’t even have an idea what I should do. What should I do … WHAT SHOULD I DO??”
Jessie nearly screams the last few words out in quite a loud volume. She jumps up to her feet and in the same second she regards it the sudden impact of hitting the floor with both feet’s run a wave of pain through her injured leg. For a few seconds she loses her balance and that was all that was needed that her knee turns to the side and she falls forward. She pulls her hands quickly in front of her body, but it was too late and she hit herself at the damn couch table, head first. She let out a moan and remains motionless on the floor after hitting her head on the table.
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Post by Jason Youngblood on Jun 11, 2011 5:38:49 GMT
"Jesus christ!"
Jason immediately made his way over to where Jess was, quickly moving to see if she was ok after the fall she had just took. He went to one knee, wrapping her up into his arms as much as he could without getting too "close" so to speak and proceeded to help her to her feet. After a few grunts and pulls and pushes he found himself holding her up with ease, escorting her back to the nearby couch.
"Come on Jess. Calm down... Don't freak out on me .. Not yet anyway..."
He slowly and gently helped her back onto the couch, lowering her into a spot where he thought she'd be most comfortable. He let out a small sigh as he made sure she was comfortable, going back to one knee himself as he leaned against the base of the couch. He looked up at her and had to keep himself from laughing as he spoke..
"Damn. I knew you were hardcore Jess but didn't think you'd get hardcore on yourself. Guess you are the queen then huh?"
He laughed then, a real laugh and patted her on the thigh, not in that way you pervs, as he hoped he'd at least set her to calm down a little bit. He hoped her leg was ok and that another fall like that wouldn't take place again. He reached up to her head to see if it was starting to swell or if she needed something for the probable bruise that was probably to come.
"How does your head feel? Should I get some ice?"
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Post by Holly Williams on Jun 11, 2011 6:14:22 GMT
“Arghh … damn stupid me … “
She presses that few words out while she has hand rubbing softly over the spot on her forehead that just made physical contact with the couch table. Her eyes are closed for a while as she tries to regain her balance and focus after knocking herself out, which was kinda ironic in some way as she seams to be the only person who can knock out Jessie Blair. She opens her eyes and tries to smile while she nods with her head.
“That would be nice … sorry for that … got sometimes some balance issue when I get too emotional”
She bites at her lips as she hates it to be so weak … the only reason she can even perform at the level she is doing in her matches is because of the painkillers she takes before a match and afterwards. Jessie looks down at her knee … and the scars that are running over it as a reminder of what has become of her. A soft … weak … helpless … old woman. She let out a soft moans as she puts herself in a more conformable position.
“Its over in the fridge … I think”
Jessie presses out that words again as the room starts to move in front of her once again. She closes her eyes for a bit, hoping that the spinning would stop in a bit. The hotel room she was in, had a bar which was quite well equipped as far as she has seen.
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Post by Jason Youngblood on Jun 11, 2011 17:00:17 GMT
Jason made sure he got up to get that ice for Jessie as swiftly as possible. His mind was still on this problem of his and how to handle said problem.
He had began rummaging through the drawers of the kitchen searching for something to wrap the ice in. A few moments passed and he found a ice pack, quickly applied the ice to it and started his way back down the narrow hallway.
"Ya know, I think back a few years and it's amazing how quickly things can change. And how they can change really. Who woulda' thought..."
He found himself standing in front of Jess again, kneeling down and applying the ice pack to her forehead gently. His sentence was left unfinished, knowing she knew what he was talking about.
"It's just... Crazy ya know... But I guess everything happens for a reason. Really would like to know what the reason for this is though. God The shit's gonna hit the fan when Generra finds out. I don't even wanna think about when Lucy finds out..."
Was he defeated already? Had he given up keeping the secret a secret already?
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Post by Holly Williams on Jun 11, 2011 17:35:55 GMT
Jessie nod with her head, only to place her hand on top of that from Jason, who was still holding the ice bag. A gentle smile appears on her face and then she forms with her lips the words “Thank you” … she speaks them not out loud and looks Jason deep in the eyes until she starts to blush her cheeks starts to turn into a soft red tone.
“I have not idea what will happen then … but you know that one day Lucy will find out. I mean you just saw what happened in the USA when a similar situation took place by a quite popular person … right? … There are things you can’t hide …”
Her smiles has turned into a sad face as she looks down at Jason, she runs her hand over his shoulder and let out a sad sigh … what has just happened with the world in the past few years … but more important with her own life. She was such a strong girl and now she is worried about her future …
“If I would just know what the future holds for me … and for you in store Jason. But I don’t know that and it scares me to some degree. “
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Post by Jason Youngblood on Jun 11, 2011 18:25:21 GMT
"Ha!. You wonder what it holds for you? I'm the one who's in deep shit here. You'll be fine. I wish I could say the same for myself. Hell, I'm supposed to be meeting Lucy in a few hours for dinner... And I feel like I can barely go and face her now..."
He left the ice pack for her to hold for herself, and leaned against the couch base again. He ran his hand through his hair, letting out a long sigh.
"But hey what can ya do when you make crazy choices... Even if you feel like someone drove you to make the choice. Still your choice ya know. Hell I may as well just let the cat out of the bag tonight and save myself from getting killed later on."
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But hell who could blame the girl. 