Title: Learning the Steps
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 11
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). Charity and Mags also own themselves and if you try to take them you will burn in hell! This is the next story in the Step series...it's the Matt/Lita 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: Um...anything can happen and I'm just writing as I go, so I don't know yet *L*.
Summary: The BLADE women travel to TRL
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]
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The girls got back late that night and crashed in a hotel room together. Well, it was more like Tasha and Jami crashed while Charity and Lita stayed up talking.
"What do you think of Matt and me?" Lita asked Charity. "Truthfully? I think you two are meant to be" Charity answered. "But why do you think that?" Lita asked. "Lita, if you have to ask me that, then you really need to open your eyes." Charity told her before falling asleep.
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"Hey, Edge...dude...do you think Jami and I will ever get back together?" Jeff asked into the dark hotel room from his bed. "Mhhhh, maybe if you bought her the biggest fucking diamond you can find...and then hoped she wouldn't stab you to death with it." Edge mumbled sleepily.
"Dude, that was cruel." Jeff said. "Well, Jeff...it's like..." Edge mumbled, opening one eye to see the clock, "It's 3 in the fucking a.fucking m. You are lucky that i don't get up and find a big fucking rock and beat you to death with it myself!" Edge shot at him, before throwing a pillow he wasn't using at Jeff's head.
"Okay, someone is obviously not a morning person!" Jeff growled. Suddenly another pillow went flying at his head. "MATTHEW, Damn...I'm with a bunch of grumpy ass men who need to be laid." Jeff mumbled before a few more pillows shot at his head.
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Jami slowly opened her eyes the next morning to see Charity and Lita sprawled on the floor in what looked like to be uncomfortable postions. Tasha was taking up all of the bed with her arms and legs splayed out across it.
"HEY YO! Open the door!" a male voice shouted from the hall. "Fuck you! And your sister! And your mother!" Another male voice called out. "You are so fuckin' crude." Yet another male voice said.
Jami staggered out of bed, pulling her hair back into a ponytail and making sure she was fully covered before opening the hotel room door. "Hey YO! If you Don't quiet the fuck down, not only will all of your mothers, sisters and yourselves be fucked, but I will make sure it is nasty and gross...and yes, I'm fuckin' crude....so shut the fuck up before I come even farther out of this room and kick your asses!" Jaim yelled to the three men standing in the hallway.
Jami turned and shut the door forceably behind her. "FUCK! Am I ever the fuck turned on." Nash said, watching the door Jami had just went through. "Dude, that is Jeff Hardy's wife." Xpac told him.
"He gettin' any off of her?" Nash asked. "Nope, they are seperated." Hall answered for Xpac. "Then dude, she needs a good lay." Nash grinned. "yeah, and that has nothing to do with you." Xpac grinned as Nash shot him a dirty look.
Chapter 12
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