Title: Not So Angelic
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 24
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]
"Sinful, what was that all about?" Angel cornered Sinful as soon as they got
backstage. Sinful glanced over Angel's shoulder briefly before hugging her
sister. "That was a great idea ou had, to come down to ringside and get us to
use your crutches." Sinful purred before leaving Angel watching her with a
bewildered expression on her face.
Angel turned and saw Trish Stratus looking at her with an open mouth in shock.
Then her eyes narrowed into a glare and Angel knew exactly why Sinful had
credited her with the idea.
***
Jaylynn slid the zipper of her duffel bag open later that night in the locker
room. Most of the women had already left the arena. Shane McMahon had tried to
convince Jaylynn to use Stephanie's private dressing room, but Jaylynn didn't
want it to look like she was recieving special treatment. She felt safe enough
in the locker room.
Jaylynn heard the door open and someone sit down on the bench. Ignoring the
other woman, Jaylynn smoothed lotion on her legs before pulling her jeans on and
then over her blue thong. Her back to the other woman, she threw the lotion in
the bag and pulled a sweater over her matching bra. She towel dried her hair and
she realized the other woman hadn't moved the entire time.
Jaylynn turned to her and a horrified gasp left her lips. "What are you doing
here?" She whispered in shock. "Enjoying the show." he leered, looking her up
and down.
Jaylynn crossed her arms over her chest, embarassment heating her cheeks. "Why
are you in here?" Jaylynn quietly asked again. "I came to have a littel talk
with you." he shrugged.
"I'm leaving." Jaylynn said, grabbing her bag and moving to leave. He grabbed
her by the arm and shoved her against the wall with just enough force to pin her
there, but not hurt her.
"I just wanna know what a guy has to do to get a bit of the Jaylynn love you
seem to be spreading around here." he said. "I thought you hated me?" Jaylynn
said cooly.
"Oh, I do. But I'm a man. A man who is horny as hell. And since you are so
willing to fuck everyone...I thought I'd get some of the action." he growled
softly. Jaylynn bitched slapped him, fury clouding her vision.
He just smiled at her and leaned in closer. He gently ran a finger along her
cheek before softly biting her bottom lip. Jaylynn shivered slightly before
pushing the larger man away from her. Shooting him a glare, she grabbed her bag
and left the locker room.
Jeff Hardy slumped against the wall, a small smile twisted on his lips. "Well,
she passed one test." he whispered to himself.
Chapter 25