Title: Not So Angelic
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 20
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 padded around the penthouse suite, barefoot. She was alone except for
the security guard that stood guard in the suite's entry room. It was only 8 pm,
but already she was exhausted. Shane M. had urged her to leave the arena and
Jaylynn hadn't needed to be asked twice. Usually she loved to watch all the
house shows, but today she had felt to creeped out and abandoned by her friends.
She could almost here what everyone must be saying about her. The exact same
things that Andie, short for Andrea, had said when Jaylynn had beaten her for
the women's title on account of her relationship with the federation owner
earlier in her career.
"What a whore. Her only talent is in the bedroom, so she should stick to what
she knows and just become a hooker. She isn't worthy of this business." the
words echoed through her head.
Jaylynn went to the bedroom and changed into her most comfortable pair of
pajama's, with cartoon frogs on them, grabbed the comfort food she always
carried in her suitcase. Her next next stop as the kitchen for a spoon, a napkin
and a can of coke before she plopped herself down on the couch to watch a
mindless sitcom.
She popped the lid off the chocolate frosting, stuck her spoon in and then
licked it clean. The chocolate cream coated her tongue as she enjoyed the simple
taste. Her eyes focused on the TV screen and much to her dismay, the characters
on the show were debating the pros and cons of dating their boss.
When Shane entered the penthouse later that evening he found Jaylynn on the
couch, her eyes red from crying at some TV movie, her hair in a messy ponytail,
and empty frosting canister with a spoon sticking out of it. He walked over and
picked up the canister to take it to the kitchen to throw away.
"Rough night?" He asked but Jaylynn didn't even acknowledge his presence. He
turned to walk into the kitchen and said, "If only the fans could see you
now...you sure don't look like a diva right now." he cracked with a joking tone.
His eyes widened as an empty, red, coke can came flying past his head.
"I am not a diva!" Jaylynn growled. "Hun, I was just joking. And you are a WWE
diva." Shane said, throwing the empty cansiter away before turning back to
Jaylynn.
"No I'm not. I don't enjoy rolling around a ring in lingerie, my bra and
panties, or posing in a teeny bikini." Jaylynn said, her voice getting a bit
louder as all her pent up anger began to creep out. "Angel is a diva, not me.
I'm just plain old Jaylynn. I'd rather wear pajama's, eat frosting, drink coke,
and watch old sappy movies. Angel loves playing to the crowd, loves working out,
dressing up. Jaylynn and Angel are seperate people, but everyone keeps clumping
us together. Angel belongs to the WWE....Jaylynn belongs to no one, not even
herself. People hate Jaylynn, people stalk Jaylynn, thinking she's Angel. But
I'm not. I'm not even sure who I am anymore." Jaylynn sobbed as her anger turned
to tears.
Shane sat next to her and held her as she cried. He wasn't at all suprised at
her outburst. It was common for new WWE talent to panic when they realized that
the lines between who they are and who their characters are began to blur. They
panic at the thought of losing themselves and struggle to remember who they are.
IT was to be understood. They live most of their life as two people, but the
world sees them as only one.
Chapter 21