Unexplainable [Original Version]

[chapter eighty-four: "this isn't on you"]

Chapter 84: "This Isn't on You"
Jolene Milford's POV

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As soon as Kev and I walk into the Firstar Center in Cinci, we're met by a ticked-off, frantic Vince Russo. He looks like a chicken that just had his goddamn head chopped off.

"Fuck! There you are!" Russo shouts way too loudly at Kev. "We've been waiting on you to get ya fuckin' ass here!"

"Bitch, I'm early." Kev's eye twitches just slightly as he looks down at Russo. "I was supposed to be here at four. It's three."

"Whatever bro, it's a fuckin' mess here." Russo doesn't give a single fuck about our reasons. "The whole card for tonight has been ruined! We have to get to the back and change things right now!"

"Wait, hold the fuck up." Kev mutters as Russo begins leading the way to the creative room. "What happened?"

"Hart and Jarrett are out of action." My eyes widen as Russo speaks. For once, I'm genuinely curious about what he has to say. "Hart's claiming Goldberg fucked him up and Jarrett's got another concussion."

Although injuries in professional wrestling are certainly no laughing matter, I can't help but snicker just a tad bit once I find out that Bill destroyed Bret. It's like a beautiful package of karma delivered by a loud, large, tase-able brute.

As for Jarrett, I can't say I care either way. It sucks that he's hurt, but I'm not really invested in him.

"So our main is ruined and so is Jarrett/Benoit, huh? Great." Kev sighs heavily. I can see the frustration growing on my poor babe's face. "All right. Let's go get figure this shit out."

Kev pulls me in for a quick kiss, and he sends me an annoyed glance before begrudgingly following after Russo. As Kev walks, he glances at me over his shoulder and mouths the words, 'Help me.' I give my babe a sympathetic look as I blow him a kiss.

Goddammit. The card for tonight is ruined, and it wasn't that good to begin with. This is fun.

Once Kev is out of sight, I begin wandering aimlessly around the arena. I haven't got anything to do for at least an hour, so I might as well see what kind of shit I can get into.

"Milford!" A deep voice calls out from behind me I head towards catering. "Hey, hold up a moment!"

"Oh, hey, Benoit." I shove my hands into the pockets of my jeans.

"Where's Nash?" Oh. I see how it is, Chris. I see how it is. You want to see Kev, and not me. Rude. "Did Russo find him?"

"Yeah, unfortunately." I sigh dramatically. "Kev and Russo went to go figure out what the fuck they're doing with the card tonight."

"Thank God he's here now." I can hear the relief in Benoit's voice. He's got more on his mind, and I can see that. Benoit stares at me for a quick moment before asking, "You don't like Russo, do you?"

"Not at all." I laugh. "He's an annoying prick that thinks he's hot shit because he took my fiancé's job. Plus, he's a total dumbass."

"Ah, good." Benoit chuckles as he leans in close to me. He cups a hand on the side of his mouth, to try and make our conversation more private. "You see, Russo likes to act like he's got everything under control and all that, but we Hart and Jarrett backed out, he flipped out. He started running around and screaming for Nash, because he didn't know what to do."

"You've got to be shitting me!" I start cackling on the spot. "He's not that incompetent, right?"

"I don't have any reason to lie to you, Jolene." Benoit steps back with an amused smirk on his lips. "That happened."