Three Months Ago.

Gridlock.

The Wicked Witch had water, Green Lantern has yellow, Superman has kryptonite, and Jeanie has Gridlock.  Worse of all, it's Manhattan, Gridlock.  She likes speed, loves open spaces; one of the things she dislikes majorly about Manhattan.

"Can we please, hurry the hell up!"  She screamed, holding her Carmel Maachiato steady.  "I'm beggin' somebody--please--drive like you have a fuckin' pulse!"

Her phone rang, leading to an annoyed sigh.  She put the Maachiato down to answer it.

"Debra, I am knee deep in traffic, three blocks from you, and I have not had my Maachiato."  Jeanie began.  "What in the world could you be calling about, that would take you away from your job, that could possibly be worse than this?!"

"Well Jeanie, Sam's here.  He has a contract in his hand that says the letters W-F-C?"  Debra answered, in her valley drawl.

"What's with the inflection Debra?!  You can read, right?"

"Yeah."  Debra answered.

"All 26 letters of the alphabet?"  Jeanie prodded.

"Yeah, Jeanie."  Debra reaffirmed.  "I did, like, go to school."

"Great you know your letters.  Talk like it then!."  Jeanie chastised.  "Never mind that, just don't let him  sign."

"But Aaron--"

"I could give two fucks about Aaron!"  The agent removed her shades, honking her horn in displeasure.  "Do not let him sign.  I don't care if you have to hold Sam back, and physically take the worse beating of your  Sweet Valley High life, don't let him sign!  If he does, I will give you the worse beating of your Sweet Valley High life.  I'll be there, soon."

"Yes Jeanie." 

"I'm counting on you."  Jeanie added for extra pressure.  "Do not let me down."

*click*

In the office, Debra hung up the phone,  she took a deep breath and heads into Jeanie's office.  Aaron Grey, owner and promoter for World Fighting Championship is standing over Sam seated in Jeanie's chair.  They were smiling and laughing together. 

Initially, Debra thought nothing of it.  It's just that when Sam raised his pen, her Sweet Valley High life flashed before her eyes.

Ending with the beating Jeanie promised her.

"Nnnnnooooooooooooo!...."  Debra yelled, doing her best slow motion lunge.  She managed to get her body in between Sam and the contract.

"Debra, what chu doin'?"  Sam stood to his feet.

"I'm sorry,  It's just that Jeanie...She would....um....rather you wait until she got here, Sam."   Debra explained; her cheeks turned pink.

"She threatened you, didn't she?"  Sam asked, knowing her answer.

"Like, totally no way."  Debra lied  "She just um has, like a lot.....riding on me..."

Hearing Debra's last three words, Jeanie entered her office to see her buxom assistant, hunched over her desk.  Debra's posterior was tightly pressed against Sam's crotch, leaving Debra's head pointed towards Aaron's crotch.

It didn't help that Debra's mouth was wide open in shock.

"We're not signing with WFC, Aaron."  Jeanie sipped her lukewarm Maachiato.  "I already told you that we're signing with Defiance."

Sam approached Jeanie, "Just hear him out, mama."

"You trust me, right?"  She muffled her voice, her brown eyes meeting with Sam's.  "Then let me work."

Aaron rolled his eyes. "It's pro-fucking wrestling, Jeanie.   Come on, nobody respects that, with their brawling, and their chairs.  WFC is respected, and not to mention the money..."

"...is being matched by Defiance."   Jeanie interrupted.  "Matter of fact, he's getting a full 30% more being that the money doesn't have to go to sponsors, and cable services....you.  We're going to Defiance, Aaron.  You can see your way out. 

"If you ever change your mind, Sam..."  The defeated promoter let his final words hover.

Aaron left Jeanie's office in a huff.  Debra stood up and headed towards Jeanie's door as well.  Jeanie rushed towards her assistant.

"You Debra...you were going to take it from both of men, in order to not let Sam, sign that contract."  Jeanie whispered putting a hand on Debra's shoulder.

"But, like--I really..."

"Shhhh, Debra.  Listen to me."  Jeanie patted her shoulder.  "I'm not a fan of you being a whore and all, but I do respect loyalty.  You're loyal--a whore, but loyal."

"I'm totally not--"

"Don't interrupt me, that's not cool."  Jeanie continued to whisper.  "Loyalty must be rewarded.  You will have a bonus added to your paycheck.  I'll see to it."

Stunned, Debra answered back.  "Thank you, Jeanie."

"I just hope you can appreciate the position you put me in."  Jeanie's eyebrows raised.  "Because I'm paying you, that essentially makes me your pimp, and that's not the business we run here at Deus Ex Representations.  But you've earned it, no matter how filthy you were prepared to get.  Thank you."

Not wanting to make an argument out of it, Debra left, closing Jeanie's office door, shut.  Jeanie walked towards Sam, sitting on her table crossing her legs.

"I'm sorry, Jeanie.  It's just  maybe I should give this Mixed Martial Arts thing a try..."

"Then we would be going back to everything we're leaving behind in Brazil."  Jeanie again sipped her Maachiato.  "Great, now it's cold."

"And you're sure we can trust this...Jeff Andrews?"  Sam asked.

"Yeah, we can.  He's nothing at all like De Sousa or Sakurai."  She stood back to her feet.  "Here you can truly compete without having to look over your shoulder.  We'll make good money, and who knows, maybe we'll even have a little fun."

"Yeah, aight."  He said apprehensively

"Like Master Inoue used to tell us: Sometimes you gotta go out, so you can get in."   Jeanie quoted.  "Sometimes you gotta step out of your comfort zone.  I got you, babe.  Just trust me."

He nodded as she leaned over to kiss his forehead.  Jeanie put her coat on.

"Come on, we're gonna be late to meet your new trainer."

End.  

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