Title: An Angel Gets Her Wings
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 2
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]
Jaylynn leaned back against the cold wall in the
women's locker room, searching for some sort of relief. Her back was killing
her. She had started back doing small matches - mainly bra and panties matches
against Stacy Keibler or Terri. Matches in which there wasn't a lot of
physicality.
Her match tonight had been against Keibler,
which she had own. She had won all her bra and panties matches because of the
fact that the creative team wanted her to be "more revealing on TV first. No
sneak peeks until then."
During the match Stacy had kicked her in the
back, as planned, but Jaylynn was still sore from Shane McMahon's stomping on
her back from before. "Are you okay?" Jaylynn heard a soft voice ask and she
looked up to see Stacy looking at her with concern. "I'm fine. Just a sore
back, that's all." Jaylynn smiled.
"Are you sure? Did I land my kicks wrong?" Stacy
asked. "Oh yeah, you landed them perfectly. My body is still trying to get
back into the groove, that's all. Really, you did everything great." Jaylynn
reassured the taller woman.
Relief washed over Stacy's face. Jaylynn stood
up and began to get ready to go meet Jeff.
***
Jaylynn walked through the hallways, stopping
occasionally to chat with people she knew. Jeff's match had just finished so
she knew that she had time before he'd be ready, so she was taking her sweet
time. She had dressed in a bair of blue jean capri pants and a white tank top,
a blue jean jacket thrown over that.
Jaylynn finally reached the guys locker room and
leaned against the wall, dropping her duffel bag down by her feet. The hallway
was pretty deserted, most people were watching the main event that was about
to start.
Jaylynn closed her eyes, listening to 'The Fink'
announcing RVD. She felt someone approach her, but kept her eyes closed,
waiting for them to announce their presence to her. "Jaylynn." the male voice
said quietly and she felt her blood drain to her feet. Slowly she opened her
eyes, praying she as imagining it. But there he was. Shane McMahon.
"Go Away." Jaylynn told him. "I want to know how
you are doing." Shane said, not moving.
"Fine now that I'm not being stalked by a psycho
anymore." Jaylynn said. "Okay, I deserve that..." Shane began, but Jaylynn cut
him off. "No, you deserve to be stripped to your X-Men boxers and drug through
the street while people throw eggs on you and spit. Then you deserve to be
tied to a big pole for a public castration." Jaylynn told him.
"Still that mad, huh?" he tried to joke. Jaylynn
glared at him. "You think? You better leave. I'm meeting Jeff Hardy here...and
if he sees you, he may kill you."
Shane narrowed his eyes and leaned in closely to
Jaylynn. She felt the heat of his breath across her cheek and she swallowed
nervously. "You know, your friends aren't all that innocent either." Shane
purred to her and then he was gone. Jaylynn took a deep, shaky breath,
wondering what the hell he meant.
Chapter 3