Unexplainable [Original Version]

[chapter eighty-five: "doomed from the start"]

Chapter 85: "Doomed from the Start"
Kevin Nash's POV

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As soon as Joli and I walk into our hotel room, I fling our bags into one of the corners and groan. Goddamn, I'm tired.

Physically, I'm doing all right. My body isn't as exhausted as it once was, which is good. The last thing I need right now is to push too hard and injure myself, because really, that would probably be the final nail in WCW's casket.

I'm not saying the company couldn't manage without me, but I'm pretty much the only one that keeps things running around here anymore. God knows that the incompetent baboons that are in charge of WCW would be lost without me.

Of course, all of this fuckin' stress is really why I'm so damn tired. I can handle the rough travel and work schedule, because the shit Vince had us do was a lot worse. But having to take care of everyone in WCW? That's taking a toll on me.

I've been trying everything that I can to try and save us, but I don't think it's going to work. As much as I hate to admit it, WCW isn't going to be around all that much longer. It's pretty much a lost cause at this point, but I'm going to keep doing whatever I can for it until someone finally pisses me off and I give up.

"Are you okay, babe?" Joli asks as she wraps her little arms around me from behind. She gives me a hug before she begins to rub her hands up and down my back. "You seem even more worn out than usual."

Fuck, I hate that it has to be this way. I shouldn't constantly be frustrated with my damn job.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I lie as I force a smile to my lips, "I'm just a little tired."

Joli drops her arms from around me before walking in front of me. She gets in my way while I'm trying to sit down on the bed.

"You know I'm not buying that, right?" She tells me with a raised brow. "I know you better than that, Kevin." The look that she gives me brings a smile to my face, even though it's a 'serious' expression.

"Oh man, I'm getting the 'don't you fuckin' lie to me' glare and you're calling me by my full first name." I say playfully. "What did I do to get this much heat?"

"You tried to hide your true feelings from me." She tells me simply as she places her hands on her hips. Fuck, I love this woman. My sassy little wife-to-be. "Get talking, Nash."

"You can't call me 'Nash' whenever it's going to be your name soon too, girly." I grin and lean down to kiss Jolene, only to be blocked by a finger over my lips.

"You're stressed." Joli says bluntly. "Vent to me about it. Get whatever the fuck is on your chest, off of it." She then scoots to the side and motions towards the bed. "Lay down and start talking."

I want to groan, because I don't know where to start with this. There's so much shit going on, I might as well throw a dart at a damn board to figure out what we need to go over first.

"Can you rub my back while we do this, if we really have to do it at all?" I ask as I sit down at the edge of the bed and start stripping down. My shoes go first, then my socks, my shirt, and my pants.

"Sure thing." Joli tells me with a soft smile. I nod and then move so that I'm lying on the bed on my stomach. She hands me some pillows, so that I can rest my head on them. I move all of my hair off to one side, so that it's out of the way. "Okay now, get talking. Tell me everything that's on that sexy mind of yours."

I chuckle briefly before a large sigh comes from my lips. Fuck, this is going to be fun. I can hear Joli take her shoes off as I close my eyes.