Title: Fallen Angel
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 16
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
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Jaylynn silently chewed on the straw that had come with her drink before Monday Night's Raw show. Her mind was a million miles away, or more accurately, it was a few doors away at the men's locker room. That damn Jeff Hardy.
 
Jaylynn looked up as a shadow crossed her face. Shane Helms looked down at her with a wary smile. "Hey, how are you?" he asked. Jaylynn smiled back and Shane took that as his cue to sit down. "I'm good. Been better, but I'm not dead so that's a plus." she said.
 
"Very true. Have you seen Jeff around? I can't seem to find him and we need to go over our match tonight." Shane said. Jaylynn's body stiffened. "Of course I haven't seen him. Why would I have seen him? Not like I see a lot of him." Jaylynn replied to quickly. She mentally kicked herself. Why didn't she just use Jeff's neon body paint to write that she had slept with Jeff Hardy all over her body.
 
Shane was giving her an odd look. "Okay then. Maybe you should lay off the caffeine." He told her. "Uh, yeah. Maybe I should. Um, listen, I gotta go get my makeup done, so I'll catch you later." Jaylynn said before scurrying off.
 
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The camera showed Lita, Trish and Angel quietly chatting inside their locker room. Terri approached the women cautiously. "Excuse me, Lita, Trish, Angel...can I ask you a few questions?" "sure." Trish nodded.
 
"Last Sunday at the Pay Per View Badd Blood, you orchestrated an extraordinary win. Angel, what made you turn on your own sister, Sinful?" Terri asked. "It's obvious why. Sinful hurt me. She set this thing with Shannon Moore up to make me out to be the fool while she was sleeping with him behind my back. She wanted me to be meaner, more cut throat...well, she got what she wanted. Now Sinful is about to find out just how far this Angel has fallen." Angel said before stalking off.
 
Terri turned to Trish and Lita. "How did you two decide to team up with Angel? I mean, she could have just as easily double crossed you two." Terri said. "As the saying goes, 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.' Angel was scorned by the two people she trusted most. We knew the might Angel would be out looking for blood. We promised her the blood she wanted." Lita said.
 
"Raven once quoted Oscar Wilde to me. He said, 'They say we destroy the things we love, but really the things we love destroy us.' Well, Angel loved her sister and Shannon, and they destroyed her. But now, she's out for revenge. She's out to destroy them by taking the things they love from them. For Sinful it was the women's belt. There will be more to come. They aren't safe from the Fallen Angel." Trish said before the two women left.
 
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"What the hell is she doing?" Sinful rage in another locker room as Shannon Moore watched her, looking slightly amused. "Looks like she's becoming the type of Angel you always wanted her to be." Shannon smirked.
 
"No...she's suppose to be on my side, not trying to hurt me." Sinful pouted. "Well Sin, you took a risk. And it backfired." Shannon told her.
 
"Why aren't you more worried about this? She's gunning for your blood too." Sinful reminded him. Shannon shrugged, a sexy smirk on his face. "I'm not that worried about what little Angel is going to do. How can she hurt me?" he asked.
 
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