Title: Fallen Angel
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
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Jaylynn curled up on her bed, trying to quiet the sobs that shot through her body. She had called Stephanie and told her how things had went. She regretted telling her about Shane smacking her, but she knew she had to for the simple fact that they'd either have to figure a way to add the new bruise to the storyline or cover it up for Raw and Smackdown.
 
Stephanie had been understandably upset after hearing that her older brother had acted so violently...or that it was all actually true that he was the one doing the stalking. Stephanie had admitted that a part of her had refused to believe it was true. And Jaylynn had to admit that she felt that way too.
 
She still couldn't believe she had overlooked so many obvious clues. She knew deep down that she had suspected Shane, but hadn't wanted to admit it to herself.
 
Her bleary eyes focused on the clock, "3:02" she murmured. It had been two and a half hours since she had left Shane at the penthouse. She sat up, running her fingers over the side of her face. It was swollen and she knew that she should go and put some ice on it. Before she could move, someone pounded on the door, making her jump.
 
"Who is it?" Jaylynn called out. "It's Shane. I know you don't want to talk to me, but there's one more thing that I have to tell you. And I think you'll want to hear it." Shane McMahon said. Jaylynn hesitated. Could she really trust him? Surely he wouldn't try something where so many people could hear.
 
With a sigh, Jaylynn switched on a light and opened the door. "What?" She asked. "Oh God, your face. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that. It was an..." Jaylynn cut him off. "An accident. I know. What do you want?"
 
Shane slid past her into the room. Jaylynn hesitated about closing the door, but finally let it click shut. "Jaylynn, this is so stupid. I only did those things so that you'd realize how much you need me. How I could protect you." Again Jaylynn interrupted.
 
"Against who Shane? You were only protecting me against you. And you didn't even do a good job at that!" Shane moved towards her, their eyes meeting. Jaylynn thought to herself, 'His eyes look darker than I remember.' Then she caught the small of alcohol on his breath.
 
"Jaylynn, you need to remember that I'm still going to be your boss." Shane reminded her. "Not anymore. I'm not completely stupid Shane. Not only is all the evidence against you stored with someone safe - someone outside the company. But I signed a contract today that gives Stephanie full creative control of my character and storylines. You can't hurt my career now." Jaylynn told him.
 
Shane stepped closer to her and the alcohol smell got stronger. How had she missed it earlier? Fear clouded her vision. This wasn't good. As if reading her thoughts, Shane grabbed her by the arms and slammed her back against the wall.
 
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way." He hissed. Jaylynn struggled, panicking. "Shane, let me go!" She said, hating how her voice shook.
 
A sneer twisted the features on Shane's face. Features she had memorized over time. Features she now didn't recognize. "Then I guess you choose the hard way." he said before throwing her onto the bed. Her head cracked against the headboard and everything went dim for a second.
 
A moment later she felt Shane land a blow to the side of her face again. Jaylynn kicked out but Shane caught her leg and dug his fingers into her calf painfully.
 
Shane grabbed a fistful of her hair before throwing her across the room. She slammed into the door, feeling pain shooting through her body. Then strangely, everything went numb.
 
Shane advanced on her again, but Jaylynn landed a kick to his kneecap, causing him to stumble, roaring in pain. Jaylynn scrambled to her feet, waiting for him to strike out at her again.
 
He grabbed her by the throat, slamming her back against the wall. The alcohol on his breath sun her eyes. She brought a knee up, hitting the target of his crotch. Shane doubled over and Jaylynn brought her elbow around to elbow him in the head.
 
Shane stumbled drunkenly, and Jaylynn threw open the door. Shane managed to land one more quick blow to the back of her head, but Jaylynn refused to give up. Finally escaping into the hallway, she fled in one direction, hoping Shane wouldn't follow her.

 

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