Title: Learning the Steps
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 18
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. (Heaven help the person who tries to claim he/she owns either of us). Charity owns herself and if you try to take her 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: Amethyzt turned on J.Lynn, Lita is having surgery...can't these BLADE girls have anything go right???
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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"Matt, would you please just tell me how she is!" Jami exclaimed into Jeff's cell phone. Jami had left her cell phone at the hotel when they had left for the arena earlier. Tasha and Jami were both frazzled as they waited to hear the outcome of Lita's surgery. Jami had finally broken down and asked Jeff if she could borrow his cell phone to call Matt and ask for an update.
Jeff was in the ring with Edge, Shane Helms, and Eddie Guerrero practicing for a tag team match later that night. More accurately the guys were goofing off, pretending to warm up. Mostly they were trying to impress the two BLADE women at ringside.
"Matt, how is she?" Jami asked again. "Who is this?" Matt joked. "Mathew Moore Hardy." Jami growled. "How'd you get this number? you're one of those stalker fans aren't ya?" Matt teased on the other end of the phone.
"Matt, you know perfectly well who this is and if you don't tell me I swear on all that is holy, I'll climb on the next plane down there just to kick your ...." Jami couldn't get the last word out to him because Jeff grabbed the phone out of her hand.
"Hey bro, uh, you might want to tell us what's going on if you value your life." Jeff spoke softly into the phone. Jami watched him as he listened intently. Jeff was staring towards the ring, so Jami had a view of the side of his head.
Jami bit back a smile as she took in the sight before her. Jeff had his chin lifted up slightly, showing his strong jaw line and firm, angular lines of his face. The freshly shaved stripes of stubble on his chin and jaw. The small tuft of hair under his bottom lip. Oh, those plump, pouty lips that were slightly pursed in concentration. The way his eyes were only open a tiny bit as he listened. His long eyelashes hovered above his cheekbones, just floating there. His eyebrows lazily arched with no movement by him. Jami noticed his hair was slowly growing back on the sides and under his long hair.
Jami was finally snapped out of her dreamy focus on Jeff as he turned to her. "Lita's out of surgery and resting, not in much pain either, thankfully. They removed the tumor and the one ovary, and are having them examined and biopsied to see if they are cancerous. She should know tomorrow." Jeff told her, slipping his phone into his backpack.
Jami sighed in relief, visibily relaxing, as did Tasha. "good...she came through the surgery okay." Tasha voiced her relief. "Oh, and Matt said for the stalker-girl to stop calling him." Jeff grinned.
"Oh, the moment your brother's ass steps off that plane, it's mine!" Jami threatened, trying not to laugh.
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J.Lynn was dressed in a short, black skort, that barely covered much of anything. Her top was a baby WWE tee, that stopped a few inches short of her navel, where a dark black cross dangled from the ring that was there. She had on her leather jacket again, her hair tonsled, with her signature sunglasses being used to keep her hair off her face.
She was once again, riding on the back of 'Takers bike as he made his way to the ring. J.Lynn hopped off the bike the moment it was stopped, and proceeded up the stairs, as 'Taker hauled himself up by the top rope. He sat on the second rope, pulling the first one up so that J.Lynn could get into the ring.
'Taker took the microphone the Lillian handed him. J.Lynn stood next to him, smiling at the crowd. "Now, Jericho...I know that you think your some tough shit of a pimp boy, having those to sluts hangin' around you. But boy, you are just that, a boy. J.Lynn here, now that's a real woman. You got pouty, baby girls on your hands. And you gonna regret what happened last night. All three of you are gonna regret what happened last night. And Amtheyzt, you are gonna regret it most of all." 'Taker said.
The crowd cheered when J.Lynn tapped 'Taker's shoulder and motioned for him to hand her the mic. He handed her the mic, and J.Lynn smiled at the crowd. J.Lynn then slowly slid her leather jacket off, letting the guys holler as she did. She threw it on a turnbuckle before raising the mic to her lips.
"Amethyzt, we all know what happened to Lita. Someone, attacked her in the women's locker room a few days ago. Now...I had never even suspected you of being the attacker. After all, you had no motive. But after last night, I finally realized your motive. Your a jealous bitch." J.Lynn growled into the mic.
Suddenly Jerichos music hit, the clock counting down. Jericho appeared at the top of the ramp, his back to the crowd. He stretched out one arm, and Stephanie grabbed it. He stretched out the other and Amethyzt grabbed it. Then they turned and sauntered down to the ringside, not daring to go inside the ring.
'Taker started to make a move like he was going to go after them, but J.Lynn put one hand on his chest to halt him. "Hold on 'Taker...hold on. Let's see what the jealous BITCH and...his bitchettes have to say." J.Lynn grinned.
"You say Bitch, like it's a bad thing J.Lynn. You always took pride in being called a bitch before." Amethyzt sneered into a mic that had appeared in her hand. "oh yeah, the type of bitch I am, is a good thing. I was calling you a bitch...as in the female dog. Which you are." J.Lynn answered, blinking innocently at them.
Amethyzt glared at her. Stephanie raised a mic to her lips, "J.Lynn, you seem to think we have something to do with the attack on Lita. But daaahhhhling, you're wrong. In fact, we think you were the one who attacked Lita." Stephanie sneered.
"yeah, And I suppose I hit myself with the chair last night. Why would I have any reason to attack Lita?" J.Lynn asked. "Because you are a glory-pig! You are the total drama queen, and what better way to get rid of someone who would outshine you then attacking her from the back. And we know you were gonna eventually pin it on me by planing evidence." Amethyzt answered.
J.Lynn raised an eyebrow in annoyance, "Please. Lita is my best friend. The girlfriend of my husband's brother. And I'm not the one that was jealous, now was I? Just admit it Amethyzt, you wanted Lita out of the picture, and then you could turn on me, eventually taking me out of the picture with some sneak attack. Then you'd be the only BLADE Diva left. And you teamed with Stephanie becuase, well...she's just not Diva material." J.Lynn accused.
Stephanie screeched something at J.Lynn but the audience couldn't hear it, because suddenly Lita's music hit, and a redhead appeared at the top of the ramp.
Chapter 19
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