Jaylynn dragged her feet as she walked
through the Smackdown arena. Shane (helms) was refusing to return her
calls and she felt like hell all over again. The look on Shane's face
when he realized what had been going on was a look of pain. A look that
Jaylynn couldn't get out of her head. She couldn't seem to stop messing
up her life. Falling into bed with the wrong men, falling in love with
the devil himself in a man's body.
Jaylynn sighed. Why did she keep trying to
bring her heart into this? She had no right to expect it to make good
decisions when it was still so cracked and bruised. It had so much
healing to do before she could ever consider falling in love again.
Jaylynn's eyes grew wide at her thoughts. Who had been talking about
falling in love?
Before she could think bout it anymore,
Jaylynn's thoughts grinded to a halt. She stood completely still, not
even sure if she was breathing, as the scene in front of her slammed
into her brain. Shane Helms leaning down slightly so he was kissing
Angela.
Jaylynn struggled to make her feet walk
backwards but they refused. A strangled sound vibrated from her throat
and both Angela and Shane turned surprised eyes to her.
Angel put a hand to her lips and Shane
straightened up. "Hey Jaylynn." he said in a low voice. "I'm s-sorry. I
didn't mean to interrupt. I was just, passing by...I'm sorry." Jaylynn
stammered, her face turning red.
"It's okay. Really. We were just talking."
Angela blushed slightly. "Uh, I'll be leaving then." Jaylynn said,
turning on her heel and taking off down the hallway. To her
disappointment, Shane didn't come after her.
***
Angel walked down a backstage hallway, a
cocky grin on her face. She was dressed in street clothes. Dark blue
jeans, a white tank top, and a blue jean jacket. Her now dark brown hair
fell in loose waves around her face.
The camera switched views to show the
ramp. The arena went dark seconds before a loud wind sound swept through
the arena and Angel's face appeared on the titatron, complete with dark
hair. "This Angel has fallen." her image smirked before the lights
blazed on and Pink's song, "You make me sick." filled the arena. The
entrance theme was only temporary, til a new one could be recorded, but
it suited her character for the time being.
Angel stepped out onto the ramp, smiling
at the crowd. The titatron played clips of her previous matches. There
were also clips from her turn at the Badd Blood PPV and of her raising
Lita and Trish's hands as she stood above her fallen sister.
Angel climbed into the ring and one of the
tech's handed her a microphone. Angel smiled as she raised the
microphone to her lips and waited for the crowd to stop cheering.
"I know you all have questions about my
actions at Badd Blood. And I want to answer them." Angel paused briefly
before continuing. "You see...when someone close to you, someone you
trust, hurts you...you have only one option. You hurt them back." Angel
paused again as the crowd cheered this idea.
"My sister, Sinful, was my best friend.
She was the closest person in my life. And she hurt me. Not only that,
but it was intentional - premeditated if you will. She went out of her
way to hurt me...her sister, her own flesh and blood. Then there's
Shannon Moore. He really has the smooth, innocent act down. He had me
believing that he loved me - and wanted to be with me forever. Well, we
all know that he's a no good, lying, son of a bitch." Again the crowd
cheered for her heated words.
"I'm sure they'd love to exactly what I
plan on doing to get my revenge. Keeping the gold off Sinful's waist was
just a tiny taste. What happens when an Angel falls?" Angel asked. She
smirked before continuing. "Well, they'll find out soon enough. Just
remember, I am not the Angel of Mercy." with that Angel dropped the mic,
stepped thru the ropes and made her way back up the ramp.