Title: Not So Angelic
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 3
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]
"What do you mean you don't remember what happened last night?" the audience saw
Sinful ask Angel on the huge titatron that night at Raw.
"I mean, the last thing I remember is arguing with Trish and then waking up in
the locker room with a bangin' headache." Angel patiently told her sister. "you
have no recollectin of Shannon?" Sinful pressed.
"No, but I'm curious as to what the heck you are talking about." Angel spoke a
bit frustrated. Sinful went to her bag and pulled out a video tape. "This is
last nights Pay per View. I have it cued up to what I'm talking about." Sinful
grinned as she slid the tape into the VCR that had miraculously appeared in the
locker room alongside a VCR.
The camera focused onto the TV and Angel wince when she saw herself being hit
with the chair. Her expression quickly turned quizical when Shannon Moore ran
out and carried her backstage.
Sinful turned to her sister, "See." "I Don't know exactly what happened but I'm
going to go find out." Angel spun on her heel and walked out of the room.
***
"Shannon, can we talk for a moment?" Angel asked as the camera showed her
approaching Shannon Moore backstage in a hallway. "Sure Angel. How's your head?"
Shannon asked.
"Sore, but not to bad. Um, I actually wanted to ask you about last night. I just
watched a clip of the match last night but I don't remember the part where you,
uh, helped me backstage." Angel admitted honestly.
To her suprise Shannon looked embarassed. "I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have
interfered or anything. But when I saw that you were hurt, I rushed out without
thinking. I just had to keep you out of danger." He told her, nervously running
his hand through his blonde hair.
Angel mimicked the movement with her blonde hair, "Why?" she asked. "I'm not
sure." Shannon told her.
Angel focused her eyes on the ground. "I, um, I have a singles match tonight
versus Trish Stratus, do you, um, want to accompany me to the ring?" Angel asked
shyly. "Yeah, I would!" Shannon smiled at her.
***
Fozzy's 'To Kill A Stranger' blared through the arena as Angel appeared in white
at the top of the ramp. Shannon Moore appeared at her side and the crowd popped
even louder the second time. Angel smiled and waved to the crowd as she made her
way to the ring. Even though she was the enemy of one of the most popular faces,
the crowd found it hard not to like her.
Once inside the ring, Trish Stratus' music hit the speakers and the crowd popped
at an absolutely deafening roar. Trish confidently strode down to the ring. Once
inside she waved her cowboy hat at the crowd while Angel watched in the
background.
Shannon slid to stand on the outside as the two women faced each other in the
ring and the bell sounded. At first they just circled each other cautiously
before finally locking up.
Trish threw Angel down to the canvas with amazing force and Angel rubbed the
back of her head as she stood. Trish watched the other woman rub her head and an
evil smile spread across her face.
Without hesitation the two locked up again and again Trish threw Angel to the
ground. This time she immediently moved to land a few kicks to Angel's
midsection. When Angel rolled onto her stomach, Trish landed an elbow to the
back of Angel's head.
Immediently Angel used her hands to cover the back of her head. Trish used a
handful of hair to pull her up into a standing position but quickly put her back
onto the canvas with a swinging neckbreaker. Trish went for the pin but Angel
got her shoulder up at the count of two.
Angel rose to her feed but the crowd noticed she stumbled a bit, like she was
dizzy. Trish delivered a spinning heel kick that sent Angel reeling back onto
the canvas. Trish went to cover her but again only got a two count.
Trish pulled Angel back up with another handful of hair and Irish whipped her
into the ropes. Angel ducked under her outstretched arm and swung herself up to
hit a frankensteiner on Trish.
Angel quickly moved to the top turnbuckle to hit the Angel Wings moonsault but
Trish stopped her with a punch to the stomach. Then Trish used her headstand leg
scissors takedown to bring Angel crashing onto the ring canvas.
This time when Trish covered her, she was able to get a three count. As Trish
celebrated in the ring, a groggy Angel slowly slid out of the ring and with
Shannon's help she made her way backstage.
***
"What the hell were you doing out there?" Sinful screamed when Angel and Shannon
reached the locker room. Angel was holding her head in one hand, a look of pain
on her face as she looked at her sister.
"Obviously getting my head kicked in." She replied dryly. "More like getting
your ass kicked. Hell, you were getting smacked around like Trish's bitch out
there." Sinful yelled.
"Would you please stop yelling. I'm in pain here." Angel quietly spoke. "As you
should be. You let Trish walk all over you. You hit one offensive move. What the
hell is wrong with you? You're a better wrestler than this!" Sinful lowered her
voice only slightly.
"I'm hurt, okay? The ring was spinning out there. I'll do better next time."
Angel answered. "You can bet that you will. I guarantee it." Sinful spoke
menacingly.
Chapter 4