Title: Not So Angelic
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 6
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 unlocked her hotel room door, threw her bag on the floor and sighed as
she heard the door click behind her. "Can this night get any worse?" she thought
out loud.
The phone rang, and Jaylynn instinctively knew that she shouldn't answer it. She
watched the phone as if she was afraid it might come alive and answer itself.
Finally the ringing stopped only for her cell phone to start. After two chorus'
of 'Take me Out to the Ballgame' it too finally silenced.
Jaylynn shook her head and stripped off her clothes on the way to the shower.
Inside the shower she let the water heat into a nearly unbearable temperature.
Jaylynn went through all the usual shower rituals before her mind finally
focused back on the present situation she had embroiled herself in.
She liked Shane McMahon, what she knew of him, there was no denying that. She
had admitted to herself long ago that she had jumped into bed with him way
earlier than she should have. She knew a few things about him and she knew she
liked him.
But that was just it. Heck she hadn't even known he was married! 'I wonder if he
has any kids.' Jaylynn thought for a horrified moment. She jumped out of the
shower, wrapped herself in a robe and used a towel to dry her hair.
Then she made her way to a computer that was set up in her room. Most hotel's
they stayed at had computers and internet service hooked up in the room.
'Technology' Jaylynn smirked to herself.
Shane Helms had finally introduced her to the land of the internet, so Jaylynn
had her own email account, and a messenger service.
After logging on to her email and messenger she noticed that Shane H. was
online, like usual. after thinking a few moments she double clicked on his name
and then typed: "Hey! I have a question for you."
She went back to reading her email before a little bing told her Shane had
replied. "Hey, I tried calling you but you weren't in. Whatsupwitdat? What's
your question?" Jaylynn chuckled and typed, "Sorry, I was in the shower and
didn't feel like talking on the phone. I was just curious about something, so I
thought I'd take the oddball chance you were online. You were talking the other
night about a website that showed pictures of Superstars wives...where was
that?"
A few emails later Shane binged her back "Http://www.wwfmirrorimages.com . But
why do you want it? You could just ask them yourself to see a photo." Jaylynn
thought quickly before typing, "I remembered that the same site had Superstars
photos of them as kids. Was just wondering what some of the genetic freaks
looked like as normal kids. Curiousity."
Jaylynn clicked open the link that he had sent her and surfed until she came to
Shane McMahon's name under the Superstars wives category. Her eyes searched over
every aspect of the pretty young woman next to him. Both looked happy and in
love. Now Jaylynn really didn't know what she was going to do.
After a few minutes of staring at Shane's wife's picture she noticed the
messenger button blinking. She opened it to read Shane Helm's more truthful then
he knew reply. "You know, curiousity killed the cat."
Jaylynn sighed and typed in, "Trust me, I know. Goodnight." With that she
clicked everything shut and closed the computer down before crawling into bed,
more exhausted then she had been since her Indy days.
Chapter 7