-30- {Invite}

[Brody Tucker]

CHICAGO --- The crowd goes crazy for the end of the Exodus main event even As Jennifer cuts her celebration short to escort the woman we know as Brody Tucker over the security rail, seat and all.

[Deirdre Hahn]

I should probably explain.

Let me take you back a couple of weeks.

So, O'Hare or Midway? You know what, don't answer. I hate her either way.

I asked the driver in the middle of not knowing whether to cry or curse Jennifer forever. Then that stupid envelope jumped out at me. Jenny was being a real nerd about the itinerary for some reason. Did she expect for me to have to rebook when I got there or something?

And that's when I saw it.


Dear Deirdre,

This is probably where I'd apologize to you for being useless as your defender but that's so not going to happen here. Mostly because this isn't over and you're not going anywhere.

Alright, technically you're going to a hotel I booked for you in Des Plaines from now until Exodus, so really I should say you aren't leaving the Chicagoland area.

Brace yourself because you're now involved in an intricate plot to totally hose Ashley Raimond on the big night. Everyone here needs to know that this kind of stuff doesn't happen to non-wrestlers, especially our important celebrity guests, and double especially for our important celebrity guests who happen to be close personal friends of mine.

Get ready to give your 2 year communications degree a workout. I pieced together a wardrobe for you out there and you'll find some more notes on who you are Miss Brody


Tucker.


Don't be late for your hair appointment tomorrow. Hope you were serious about the super short cut the other day, blondie (you'll find out later).

And Deirdre, I'm so glad to be weaving this horrible web of lies, betrayal and revenge with you.

-Jennifer





So, that's how I got pulled into all this Superman to Clark Kent-ness. All the little things did the trick I guess.

All this time I thought Ashley would figure it out and I'd be watching from a hospital bed. I guess I must be a natural performer. Sure the major makeover made it easier but I knew all the little details would sell it.

I made sure I had my story straight down to all the stupid questions I thought she might ask me about my mom, and my dog, and my ex-boyfriends, and all the writing I'd done for the paper in Sioux Falls, Iowa. I made sure to sound professional, changed my voice a little, even stood up straight. Combined with a lot of luck it did the job.

Now here it is. I peeled the blazer off to let my ink breathe and now I'm standing over the fallen Ashley, steel chair in hand, waiting for Jennifer to give me the signal.