Title: Last Step
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 10
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* And not a single butt cheek of theirs belongs to the WWF, to the WWE yes...but not the WWF. But I do own Jami, for she is me. Tasha owns herself. Charity owns herself and if you try to take any of us, you will burn in hell! This is the next story in the Step series...it's the Jami/Jeff sequel. And the address to the stories is at the bottom of this email. 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: Just making things up as I go.
Summary: It's the last story...will it all come together, or all fall apart?
Feedback: I need feedback like I need air! So give it to me, babee! I have been suffocating lately....so please, send in the feedback.
Email: [email protected]
***
"Okay, so what the hell did you call me in here for? I have a show to get ready for." Triple H muttered under his breath. He was still getting use to this whole Diva Daddy thing. For some reason no one had approached him on the subject before. But now that Stone Cold had left the company, Tasha had turned to him.
"Keep your Damn pants on. Men." Tasha huffed as she ushered Triple H into her locker room. The man was just short of psychotic before a match, but Tasha and promised to talk to him about being in her wedding. Charity was going to talk to Chris Jericho now, as well as having Lita talk to Rock at the same time.
They wanted to do the weddings on different days, but three weeks in a row. They all wanted to have the ceremonies televised on Raw, since that was 'their' show. They knew it would be no problem to get Stephanie and Shane to approve it, but they needed to check with the men they wanted to walk them down the aisle first.
"Okay, listen.....Edge asked me to marry him." Tasha started. "Damn, that boy is whipped." Triple H laughed. "Ahem! As I was saying, he asked me to marry him, and of course I said yes. So, well.....I....we, wanted to know if you would walk me down the aisle." Tasha asked.
"Stone Cold not going to make it back in time?" Triple H asked snidely. Tasha shook her head, damn, that man was bitter about not being her first choice as her diva daddy.
"Listen you overgrown ape....it's a simple question. And you know I can kick your ass, so don't even go down that road." Tasha shot back.
Triple H grinned, he couldn't help but love her attitude. "Okay, okay, I'll do it. And I know you can kick my ass. You don't need to prove it...AGAIN."
***
"So, what's up? I know you love me and all, but I thought you'd be able to go at least a day without being in my presence." Jericho grinned at the woman sitting across from him.
"I'm suprised that they got your ego into the same building with you." Charity joked. "I know, it took some doing....but it's all here."
"Anyway, I wanted to know if next Monday night you'd want to walk me down the....uh, ramp." Charity asked. "Can I ask why? Or do you just want to be in the presence of a living legend? The supreme God?" Jericho asked.
"You are so funny. Really. you should go out on the road as a comedian. At least then we could laugh at you to your face instead of behind your back." Charity answered.
Jericho put a hand to his heart, a pout playing across his lips. "Ouch, that hurt...."
"Yeah, well, back to the POINT. I'm marrying RVD next monday night." Charity answered as nonchalantly as possible. Jericho's eyes widened. "WHAT?" he asked. "God grandpa, turn on the hearing aid. I'm marrying RVD."
"WHAT?" Jericho asked, still stunned. "Damnit, I'm killing Austin when I get my hands on him." Charity mumbled. "Okay, okay, let me get this straight. You are marrying that herky jerky, snaggled tooth gorilla?" Jericho asked.
"Yep." Charity answered without skipping a beat. "And you want me to walk you down the aisle and just hand you over?" He asked.
"Pretty much." Charity answered. "Okay." Jericho laughed.
***
"You want the Great One, the pie-eating, ass whooping Rock, to walk you down that little aisle, and into that little ring, to that show tunes singing Matt Hardy?" the Rock asked, never once leaving his character.
"He doesn't sing show tunes." Lita answered. "Do not tell the Rock what he sings or does not sing. The Rock knows all and trust me, he hears all too."
"Whatever, that is not the point. Will you or won't you? I need an answer." Lita said. "Who in the BLUE HELL do you think you are? No one demands anything from the Rock." Rock answered.
"Listen up you Pie-eating FREAK.....I am Lita. That's all you need to know." Lita grinned at him. The Rock's face broke out into a nearly blinding smile. "That's the kind of thing the Rock likes to hear. The Rock would be honored."
Chapter 11
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