Title: An Angel Gets Her Wings
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 10
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wrestlers used in this story, 'cause if I
did, I'd be busy with them right now *grin*. But I do own Jami, for she is me.
Tasha owns herself. (Heaven help the person who tries to claim he/she owns
either of us). And I use the wrestlers
wrestling names in the story, JUST DEAL WIT IT! And don't bother suing me...all
you'd get is a half eaten ham sandwich and a bag of chips from 2 years ago.
Distribution: Ask me if you can use it, more than likely I will say yes.
Rating: So far, it's a PG-13
Content: Nothing bad as of yet, probably won't be anything to bad
either....maybe some cussing.
Spoilers: Um...anything can happen and I'm just writing as I go, so I don't know
yet *L*.
Summary: New Story
Feedback: I need feedback like I need air! So give it to me, babee!
Email: [email protected]
The camera showed Angel in the back, resting on
a couch, her eyes closed when the show came back from commercial break.
Hurricane leaned over her, looking worried, so the crowd could only assume
that he had carried her backstage.
"I'll be ok." Angel murmured. "The medic will be
here soon. He'll make sure you are ok." Hurricane informed her. The dressing
room door burst open and Jeff Hardy stomped in, looking furious.
"Hurricane, what the hell is up with you making
moves on my girl" Jeff asked. The audience could see Angel asking, "Your
girl?" but Hurricane jumped in before Jeff could respond.
"The Hurricane would never do the immoral. The
wrong. I see no Property of Jeff Hardy sticker on her forehead, or her
finger." Hurricane said, pulling Angel's hand into the picture. Angel winced,
watching the two in shock. "So that gives you the right to lay your filthy
lips on her while she's barely in her right mind? You're a hurra-sham." Jeff
spoke.
"Citizen, you are overstepping your bounds.
About to bite off more than you can chew. There's obviously some hurra-love
between me and the lovely Angel. Maybe we should settle this in the ring?"
Hurricane challenged.
By now, the two men were up in each other's
faces. Angel sat up and pushed them apart before quickly standing up. "Stop
it!" She demanded. A funny look crossed her face and she brought a hand up to
her forehead. "Whoa." She murmured before leaning heavily in towards
Hurricane, who caught her as she passed out.
***
Jaylynn sat on the couch in the mock dressing
room, watching the people rush around her. She had ben told that they might
shoot another promo before the show ended to show on Raw the following week.
It would be to "Show what happened later that night." but the writers hadn't
decided on it yet. Jeff had left for his match, kissing Jaylynn gently on the
forehead before leaving.
Shane sat on the other end of the couch, not
sure what to say. "LIsten, I'm sorry about last night. I came on way to
aggressively." Shane finally spoke. "Yeah, what was up with that?" Jaylynn
asked.
"That's not my usual style. I guess I saw how
you kept choosing the aggressive guys, so I wanted to try it. But it didn't
work." Shane told her quietly so the other people wouldn't hear them. "I don't
go out with guys because they are aggressive Shane. And the only reason I
didn't stay in your room last night was because that's not how it should
happen between us. I want it to be more than a quick fuck in a cheesy hotel
room. And I don't want there to be other hearts on the line. It's hard enough
risking ours. Do we have to risk Angela and Jeff's too?" Jaylynn asked quietly
before standing and slipping out of the room.
Chapter 11