Title: My Way
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 1, short story
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 sam , for she is one
of my personalities. 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. And Limp Bizkit owns the song.
Not me.
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: Dont' we all want it our way?
Feedback: I need feedback like I need air! So give it to me, babee!
Email: [email protected]
***
"Oh, that's it! He's driving me up the frickin' wall! I can't take any more
of this!" Jeff hollered to himself, throwing anything he could pick up, at
the wall. A tentative knock came at the door. "What?" he yelled,
before remembering that whoever was on the other side of the door wasn't who he
was mad at. "What?" he asked again, this time calmer.
The door slowly opened and Jeff saw a girl he knew only as Samantha, or Sam,
standing there. She was Sara Calloway (U.T's wife) little sister. Sam had been
visiting her sister and brother-in-law for the last few weeks, but she had
barely said anything to Jeff, or he to her. She was a pretty girl. Sam had long
blonde hair with big green eyes. She was 21, he knew, and on break from some
college out East.
His thoughts were interrupted when she spoke. "Hi, I'm Sam. I didn't mean
to barge in here or anything, but you sounded really upset and I was hoping that
I could help." Same offered him, giving a barely there smile.
***
Special
You think you're special
You do
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it when you laugh at me
Look down on me
You walk around on me
Just one more fight
About your leadership
And I will straight up
Leave your shit
Cause I've had enough of this
And now I'm pissed
***
"What can you do?" Jeff asked her with a snide smile. Sam ignored the
snide smile and walked over to sit on a chair in the locker room. "I can
listen. It's better to vent your words to people rather than to a chair flying
at the wall." she explained to him in a way that made it sound like she had
done her share of venting before.
He looked at her as if she were nuts before deciding to try her method of
maddness out. "Well, my older brother is pissing me off. He keeps treating
me like I'm a 4 year old. telling me when I can go out, when I should go to
sleep, when I should eat and what I should eat, when I should train, who I
should and shouldn't talk to. And now he's trying to tell me what I can and
can't do in the wrestling ring!" Jeff roared in a way that shocked him. He
was shaking with rage.
He felt a cool hand on the hot skin of his forearm and he jumped, but Sam didn't
remove her hand. "Jeff. Breathe in deeply a few times for me please. Okay,
let's sit down over here. I want to help you talk this out in a calm manner so
you head doesn't explode, okay?" Jeff nodded and let himself be lead to a
chair next to hers.
***
Yeah
This time I'm 'a let it all come out
This time I'm 'a stand up and shout
I'm 'a do things my way
It's my way
My way, or the highway
***
"What happened tonight to make you so angry?" Sam asked in a soft
voice. "We were in the back talking and he wants to take the Swanton Bomb
outta out shows! But, that's MY move man! The crowd loves it and I love it. But
Matt doesn't. I told him that I didn't want it taken out of the show. He told me
that it was to late. He'd already talked to Vince and the bookers about it. So,
he had went behind my back to get it taken away. Not for safety reasons but so
he could get more spotlight." he huffed out, trying to keep his voice calm.
"So, your upset that Matt is taking a leadership/ownership role over your
life. Have you tried just talking to him calmly about it?" Sam asked.
"yeah, I have. And he usually laughs at me, looks down on me, just ignores
me or we fight. Maybe I shoudl just go solo, go into single's matches like Adam
Copeland suggested." Jeff said, the idea rolling around in his head.
***
Just one more fight
About a lot of things
And I will give up everything
To be on my own again
Free again.
***
"Maybe you should go tell him you are thinking of going off into singles'
matches. Tell him what you told me. See what he says. Then come find me and let
me know how it went, okay? And good luck." Sam told him, squeezing his arm
once more for support before he turned and left the locker room.
He knew where he'd find Matt. He'd be with Amy in the locker room discussing her
match. Jeff knocked on the door, trying to keep himself psyched up to say what
he needed to say. Matt and Amy both came to the door. "Hey Jeff. I was just
getting ready to head out to the ring. You can watch the match backstage with
Matt if you want." Lita babbled as the adrenaline rush began to kick in.
"I need to talk to Matt." Jeff told Lita, giving her a good luck hug.
"Man, I need to go support my woman." Matt whined. "No, you need
to support your brother." Jeff shot back. "What the hell are you
talking about now? Your not still pissed about the whole Swanton Bomb thing are
you?" Matt teased.
Jeff glared back. "Matt, this isn't a joke. I'm sick of all the crap you
have been doing lately. You are trying to control me and I will not be
controlled. You've driven me to the place where I am seriously considering us
going into our own singles' matches. Then I can control my own life." Jeff
told him. He steeled himself waiting for his big brothers response.
***
Yeah
This time I'm 'a let it all come out
This time I'm 'a stand up and shout
I'm 'a do things my way
It's my way
My way, or the highway.
***
"Jeffy Jeffy Jeffy. My boy. You are more than welcome to go out there and
try all you want to make it on your own. You won't make it, of course. But you
can go try. You know that when I tell you what to do, it is for the good of your
wrestling career. Remember, I'm the business minded brother here. I know what
works and what doesn't." Matt said, giving him a cold, hard look.
"Matt, you know that I do know what I am doing in this business. That's why
you keep me under a tight leash, so I never get further out there then you. Well
geuss what big brother-you are going to be the one missin' me." Jeff told
him cooly, before walking back to his locker room
***
Some day you'll see things my way
Cause you never know
Where, you never know
Where you're gonna go
Just one more fight
And I'll be history
Yes I will straight up
Leave your shit
And you'll be the one who's left
Missing me
***
Sam was still in his locker room when he came back in. "So, how'd it
go?" She asked. "Well, I told him what I felt. Then he told me that I
wouldn't make it without him and stuff like that. Then I told him I could make
it on my own and that he'd be the one missin' me. Then I left." Jeff told
her.
"Wow! Jeff, I'm proud of you. That took guts. You did great. Now whatever
happens from now on you'll know you can handle it." Sam beamed at him.
"How long will you be traveling with the WWF?" he asked her. "Oh,
for awhile. Sara got me a job as a big of a wrestler shrink. I just graduated
and I'm legally a psychiatrist...so you were my first patient, free of
charge." she told him before leaving the room again.
***
Yeah
This time I'm 'a let it all come out
This time I'm 'a stand up and shout
I'm 'a do things my way
It's my way
My way, or the highway
Some day you'll see things my way
Cause you never know
Where, you never know
Where you're gonna go.
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