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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.
"Where would you like me to begin?" I ask rhetorically as Joli climbs up on the bed with me. She sits on my ass and starts to rub her hands across my back as I say, "I'm more stressed now than I've ever been, Joli. WCW is killing me."
Joli's small, talented hands slowly work the tense muscles of my back and I already feel a little better. She always knows just how to get all the knots and kinks out of every part of my body.
"I know it's been rough for you, baby." Joli coos as she drags her knuckles across the sides of my spine. "Did Russo start his shit up again today? Or was it something else?"
"It's been so damn hard to get any breaks, with dumbass Bret being out of action." I sigh. "Bill being a stubborn piece of-" I'm cut off mid-sentence by a loud groan of pleasure that erupts from my chest as Joli hits a really tense spot on my back. "Fuck, that was good."
"I take it that you liked that, huh?" Joli giggles proudly before leaning down and placing a sweet, sensual kiss on the back of my neck. "What were you saying about Bill-berg?"
"Oh, yeah," I let out a low hum, "Bill's being a stubborn piece of shit and he's not really wanting to work with us. I don't give a fuck if he was really responsible for Bret's injury or not; I just need a lead babyface that will listen to the creative team."
"Can you really blame him all that much, though?" Joli asks bitterly. "You know I don't give two shits about Bill either way, but I wouldn't want to listen to Russo if I were him. The shit that he's been coming up with lately is beyond idiotic."
"Definitely. Vince Russo is a fuckin' imbecile." I agree. Russo is one of the biggest sources of my stress. He doesn't know the first thing about the wrestling business, let alone how to book a match.
I lie in silence for about a minute, just so that I can enjoy the work my babe is doing on my back. I don't think I can ever thank her enough for all of the shit she does for me. I love my Jolene so fuckin' much.
"There's also the fact that I'm the go-to man for the company now. If anything goes wrong, they come to me, because I'm apparently some fuckin' miracle worker." It's a pain in the ass. This isn't what I signed up for.
"You're one of the only reliable guys around anymore. I don't think management could wipe their own asses without getting your sign of approval first." Joli sighs. "This isn't fair to you, babe. I'm sorry."
"It's just gotten to the point where I don't really give a fuck about WCW anymore, you know?" I briefly glance towards Joli before I turn my gaze to the nearby wall. I trail my eyes along the patterns as I add, "WCW is dying and I'm really not worried about it at this point."
Joli grows quiet as she continues to massage my back. I know there has to be something on my girl's mind; either that, or she's trying to come up with something to say.
"WCW is dying, isn't it? I keep trying to tell myself that something will change, and the company will be okay, but I know I'm just trying to fool myself." Joli let's out a short, tart laugh. "We used to have such a great, formidable business, but now, it's the fucking laughingstock of the wrestling industry."
"Everyone got cocky when we were leading the ratings war, and they thought they could sit around and jack their dicks backstage instead of working on keeping us on top. It's just stupid." I've tried to fix WCW. I've tried my damndest.
"You're right." Joli's trying not to sell it, but I know she's not happy about the state of WCW. She loves that place more than I ever could; it's the only place she's ever worked in the wrestling world, and it has a special place in her heart. "We've been doomed from the start."
"And that's not our fault. We've only been able to do as much as they'll let us." I know that's not really all that comforting to her, but it's all I know to say.
I'm stressed as fuck and Joli's heartbroken, all because WCW has been tossed into the dumpster.
Joli and I both go quiet for a few minutes as she continues to soothe my back. When she believes she's done all that she can, Joli moves just a little bit so that she can lay on my back. She slides her arms under mine and she rests her cheek on the back of my neck. I guess she's taken her shirt off, because I can feel the distinct outline of her bra on my back.
"I love you, Kev. I'm sorry these asswhipes in our company have been stressing you out so much." Joli hugs me close, and I enjoy every moment of it. "Thank you for talking to me about all of the bull that's on your mind. I'm not much help when it comes to shit like this, but I can listen like a motherfucker."
"Don't sell yourself short." I smile, even though she can't see it. "You always help me out and make me feel better. You're the best."
"It's just, uh..." Joli trails off and clears her throat. "It's nice when people I care about talk to me about the shit that's going on, even if I can't do anything to help."
I can feel my heart twist in my chest as Scott comes to mind, and I hope my brother is doing okay. He's been gone about two weeks now, and we've barely heard from him. I honestly don't know if that's a good or a bad thing.
Probably bad, but what can we do whenever he won't respond to our calls? Hopefully, he just needs some space right now.
"Hey, hop off me for a second." I tell Joli. I wait until she's standing beside of the bed to sit up myself. I pull my girl back over onto my lap and then I place my hands on the sides of her hips. "I love you so fucking much, Jolene Alice. I hope you know that."
"I do." Joli smiles before connecting our lips in a soft, passionate kiss. I go to deepen it, but she pulls away before I have a chance to. "You're the best thing to ever happen to me, babe. I can't believe that in a few weeks, I'm going to be able to call you my husband."
"Yeah, that's pretty wild, isn't it?" I can't stop myself from bursting into a goofy grin. "We're gonna be hitched soon. Just you and me, together forever."
"There's no one else I'd rather spend the rest of my life with." Joli brushes a few strands of hair out of my face. "You're the perfect package, really. You're sweet, understanding, intelligent, hilarious as fuck, and quite frankly the most handsome man I've ever laid my eyes on." She winks at me. "I love you."
"Ah, you hype me up too much." I lean forward and playfully nibble on the nape of Joli's neck. "I'm good, but I'm not that great." I smirk up at Joli. "Am I?"
"Oh, you know you are." Joli leans her head back, so that I can have better access to her neck. "You're the best in every aspect."
I do the only natural thing at this point, which is begin a trail of kisses up my girl's neck. Joli's hands roam across my chest as I start working her up, quickly making her a moaning mess on my lap.
Even when the job fuckin' sucks and life is a pain in the ass, at least I have Jolene to help make everything better. She likes to go on about how I'm so goddamn great, but we all know that compared to her, I'm average.
My baby is the fuckin' greatest.