Post by Jessica E. Mathis on Jun 30, 2016 8:23:26 GMT -6
Normally the beach is a scene of serenity or joy. On this particular occasion, however, one Jessica E. Mathis looks less than pleased as she sits on a yellow beach towel, laptop before her. She wears a yellow bathing suit, one piece, with cut off jean shorts and black flip-flops. Her hair blows in the passing breeze. Normally this might be an annoyance, but the look on her face is one of something well past annoyed.
Jessica Mathis: "Look, Mom. I don't frankly care what the jackass says. What he wants for me is totally irrelevant. He gave up any right to that when he left you."
The face on the screen does not appear to be nearly as annoyed as Jessica. Her Mother appears to be a lovely woman in her late forties. Her brown hair and brown eyes a stark contrast to her daughter's blond and blue. She licks her lips and takes a breath, prepared to yet again attempt to explain to her strong willed daughter what she is saying.
Mrs. Mathis: "Jess. He knows you are a strong, independent woman. Hell, he's proud of it. I just think he is concerned about your welfare. Going into wrestling is a dangerous business."
Jess snorts as she finally attempts to brush her hair back out of her face.
Jessica Mathis: "Frankly, Mom, I don't care. I don't see why he does. I'm not his business, after all."
The long, deep sigh from the screen in answer seems to echo this argument is years old.
Mrs. Mathis: "Look. When your father and I divorced, he made it a point he wanted to be part of your life. he just didn't want it to be awkward, since we would not be married anymore. He cares about you. He loves you very much."
Jess growls. Her Mother's reaction on the screen is one of surprise. Not quite fear, though.
Jessica Mathis: "Look. He can sit on his big ass in his comfy chair in his ump-teen-hundreth floor office if he wants to. That's where he should be. Far, far away from me. Sometimes I worry with you being so close to him."
On the screen, a warm, caring and touched smile.
Mrs. Mathis: "He is not a violent man, Jess. He's a good, caring soul. Our interests just got so far apart it was hurting us as people to remain together."
Another snort. Jess flips her hair, such as she can, back.
Jessica Mathis: "And I suppose his responsibilities as a Father to his Daughter weren't of interest to him?"
Mrs. Mathis bites her bottom lip on the screen. Hurt fills her eyes as she tries to fight the emotions, the urge to reach through the screen and grab her daughter by her ears and shake sense into her.
Mrs. Mathis: "All I am saying is he voiced concern about injury. That's all. It is a physically taxing business."
Jess closes her eyes, taking a deep breath. Her chest slowly expanding and contracting.
Jessica Mathis: "I won't address that. However, as it is also your concern, that I will address. If it were so dangerous, why on Earth did he put you in contact with Rob in the first place?"
Mrs. Mathis: "Because I asked him to."
Jessica Mathis: "But if he was so worried about it, he should not have even done that."
Mrs. Mathis: "He doesn't want to hold you back, Jess. He just is concerned."
Jess takes a deep breath, lets out a strong sigh.
Jessica Mathis: "Okay, Mom. Whatever. It is not changing my mind. I've already sent out videos and applications, not just to the three or four that Rob gave me info for, either. I did enough research to know some of them are not places someone like me can get a fair shot. Places where if you don't have your hand in the Owner's pocket, or down his pants, you don't get anywhere. Places so tight that only the select few can get any time after the top title. That's not the atmosphere for me. I need somewhere I can get an even break. That no one gives a crap who's daughter I am. They take me on my own merit. I'm still waiting for positive replies. So far, not even a negative one."
Mrs. Mathis: "One of them will recognize the talent knocking on their door, Jess. I just hope it is one that broadcasts on a channel we get up here in New York."
Jess seems to calm down a little, though her eyes still show signs of anger.
Jessica Mathis: "If not, there is always Pay Per View. I hate to cut this short, but I have to get moving. I have to meet Bryan for dinner at the smokehouse."
Mrs. Mathis: "Okay, darling. Tell him I say hello."
Jessica Mathis: "Okay, Mom. I love you."
Mrs. Mathis: "Love you, too."
Jess closes the laptop and gives a sigh of relief. She then stands up, laptop under her arm, and pulls up the blanket. She gives it a one handed shake and begins walking up the beach toward the house, her head down a little as she considers the conversation just completed....
Jessica Mathis: "Look, Mom. I don't frankly care what the jackass says. What he wants for me is totally irrelevant. He gave up any right to that when he left you."
The face on the screen does not appear to be nearly as annoyed as Jessica. Her Mother appears to be a lovely woman in her late forties. Her brown hair and brown eyes a stark contrast to her daughter's blond and blue. She licks her lips and takes a breath, prepared to yet again attempt to explain to her strong willed daughter what she is saying.
Mrs. Mathis: "Jess. He knows you are a strong, independent woman. Hell, he's proud of it. I just think he is concerned about your welfare. Going into wrestling is a dangerous business."
Jess snorts as she finally attempts to brush her hair back out of her face.
Jessica Mathis: "Frankly, Mom, I don't care. I don't see why he does. I'm not his business, after all."
The long, deep sigh from the screen in answer seems to echo this argument is years old.
Mrs. Mathis: "Look. When your father and I divorced, he made it a point he wanted to be part of your life. he just didn't want it to be awkward, since we would not be married anymore. He cares about you. He loves you very much."
Jess growls. Her Mother's reaction on the screen is one of surprise. Not quite fear, though.
Jessica Mathis: "Look. He can sit on his big ass in his comfy chair in his ump-teen-hundreth floor office if he wants to. That's where he should be. Far, far away from me. Sometimes I worry with you being so close to him."
On the screen, a warm, caring and touched smile.
Mrs. Mathis: "He is not a violent man, Jess. He's a good, caring soul. Our interests just got so far apart it was hurting us as people to remain together."
Another snort. Jess flips her hair, such as she can, back.
Jessica Mathis: "And I suppose his responsibilities as a Father to his Daughter weren't of interest to him?"
Mrs. Mathis bites her bottom lip on the screen. Hurt fills her eyes as she tries to fight the emotions, the urge to reach through the screen and grab her daughter by her ears and shake sense into her.
Mrs. Mathis: "All I am saying is he voiced concern about injury. That's all. It is a physically taxing business."
Jess closes her eyes, taking a deep breath. Her chest slowly expanding and contracting.
Jessica Mathis: "I won't address that. However, as it is also your concern, that I will address. If it were so dangerous, why on Earth did he put you in contact with Rob in the first place?"
Mrs. Mathis: "Because I asked him to."
Jessica Mathis: "But if he was so worried about it, he should not have even done that."
Mrs. Mathis: "He doesn't want to hold you back, Jess. He just is concerned."
Jess takes a deep breath, lets out a strong sigh.
Jessica Mathis: "Okay, Mom. Whatever. It is not changing my mind. I've already sent out videos and applications, not just to the three or four that Rob gave me info for, either. I did enough research to know some of them are not places someone like me can get a fair shot. Places where if you don't have your hand in the Owner's pocket, or down his pants, you don't get anywhere. Places so tight that only the select few can get any time after the top title. That's not the atmosphere for me. I need somewhere I can get an even break. That no one gives a crap who's daughter I am. They take me on my own merit. I'm still waiting for positive replies. So far, not even a negative one."
Mrs. Mathis: "One of them will recognize the talent knocking on their door, Jess. I just hope it is one that broadcasts on a channel we get up here in New York."
Jess seems to calm down a little, though her eyes still show signs of anger.
Jessica Mathis: "If not, there is always Pay Per View. I hate to cut this short, but I have to get moving. I have to meet Bryan for dinner at the smokehouse."
Mrs. Mathis: "Okay, darling. Tell him I say hello."
Jessica Mathis: "Okay, Mom. I love you."
Mrs. Mathis: "Love you, too."
Jess closes the laptop and gives a sigh of relief. She then stands up, laptop under her arm, and pulls up the blanket. She gives it a one handed shake and begins walking up the beach toward the house, her head down a little as she considers the conversation just completed....
