Title: Missing a Step
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* 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 Edge/Tasha 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. And Amanda, aka Phoenix, is not a bitch in real life. She's actually a very nice girl. =) She's just a bitch in this story for my purposes *L* So, no bashing real Amanda.
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: Can Jami and Tasha deal with Phoenix being in the WWE?
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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Tasha walked backstage through the maze of corridors, searching for a door that would mark where Stephanie and Shane would be watching the show from various monitors.
"Damnit" Tasha swore under her breath as she came upon another dead end. Steph had told her to come by after Charity's match to get the details on what she was suppose to do that night. And now, five minutes later, she was no closer to finding Stephanie than she had been when she started.
Tasha ran a hand through her tounseled faded Amthyst hair, wondering where the hell they could be hidden at. The arena wasn't that big. And everyone she had talked to seemed to say that Stephanie was at opposite ends of the building.
"Hey, Raven....know where Stephanie is?" Tasha asked the man seated on a trunk near her. "Do any of us really know where we are?" Raven asked her.
"Cut the bullshit. We both know that you aren't like your character. Just point me in the direction she is." Tasha grinned at the older man.
Raven was nearing his fourties, but you couldn't tell that by looking at the man himself. He was fit, had one hell of a body, and dark brooding eyes that exuded confidence and sexual appeal.
He rolled his eyes, his fingers trailing over the holes in the knees of his faded jeans. Finally he jerked his head in a direction, signaling Tasha that Stephanie was somewhere down a secluded hallway.
"Thanks. Owe ya." Tasha laughed as she started down the dim hallway. She shivered, quickly looking behind her, noticing that Raven was no longer sitting on his trunk. She had that creepy feeling again. That feeling that someone was watching her. She shrugged it off, moving more quickly through the hallway.
She finally found the door that had a small piece of masking tape on it that proclaimed that it was the one that held Stephanie and Shane McMahon.
Tasha reached out to grab the door handle, but before her hand rested on it, she felt a loud, painful crack at the base of her skull that scattered waves of pain throughout her body like that of a spiders legs. Then the darkness fell upon her.
Chapter 7
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