Title: Angelic Beginnings
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 21
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 was dressed and on her way to the Pay Per View arena long before most
people were awake the next morning. The security guard let her in and Jaylynn
immediently made her to way to the ring that had been set up the night before.
She had changed into her workout clothes before she had left the hotel and she
sat her ring gear bag and small portable CD player on a chair near the ring. She
put a mixed CD in and climbed into the ring.
After warming up a few minutes she climbed up onto the top turnbuckle and
moonsaulted onto the middle of the ring. Immediently Jaylynn sprang up onto her
feet and brushed herself off. Not bad, but she could do better. As the strains
of Creed's "My Sacrifice" spilled out of the speakers, Jaylynn climbed back up
to practice her moonsault some more.
***
"What the hell is going on? Why isn't anyone in the ring practicing?" Shane
McMahon asked as he noticed a small crowd of wrestlers gathered around what
would be the ramp enterance.
"Jaylynn Emerson is in the ring. She's been moonsaulting onto the canvas for
over three hours." Someone told him. "What? Is she crazy? She's going to wear
herself out before tonights pay per view!" Shane said as he pushed his way to
the front of the crowd.
Sure enough Jaylynn was in the ring, oblivious to the people working around her
to set up for that nights show. Music was pumping out of a small stereo that was
siting next to a duffle bag. Jaylynn flew from the top turnbuckle in a picture
perfect moonsault. Instead of celebrating, she rose from the mat with a
determined look on her face. Her appearance was disheveled and sweat made her
clothes cling to her. But she continued her saddistic practice undaunted.
Shane marched down the ring, noticing that the crowd surged to follow behind
him. "Ms. Emerson, I need to speak with you...now!" Shane commanded. Jaylynn
looked over at him before nodding and rolling out of the ring.
"What exactly do you think you are doing?" he asked. "Practicing my moonsault."
was her soft reply.
"For three hours? Before a pay per view? Do I need to remind you that you have a
very important match tonight?" Shane asked. "No, you don't have to remind me Mr.
McMahon." Jaylynn replied icily.
"Why the hell are you torturing yourself like that? Your moonsault looked
picture perfect." Shane told her. "Because mistakes happen. I can't afford to
put anyone else at risk. I have to know I can pull this move off a thousand
times without messing up before I'll even use it in a match." Jaylynn told her
sincerely.
"Well, your ring practice is formally over with. I will not have you wearing
yourself completely out before your match." Shane told her. Jaylynn nodded, "I
just want to make sure that I'm earning my spot in the company." came her soft
reply as she noticed Jeff Hardy standing in the back of the crowd.
Chapter 22