Title: Missing a Step
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 8
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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Charity ran out of the locker room where she was, Lita hot on her heels. They rounded a corner and skidded to a hault when they were confronted by a crowd of people. They quickly pushed themsevles into the crowd to see what was going on. What they saw next gave them chills.
Tasha was on the ground, her faded Amethyzt hair spread our around her in a tangled mass of waves. She was laying on her back, her right hand above her head, her left laying on her chest, just barely moving with air.
For some reason Charity focused on the black fingernail polish that coated Tasha's nails. Jami and Tasha both had some fetish for painting their fingernails black.
Tasha's left leg was slight bent at the knee, her right straight out, the only coloring on the black pants was a thin layer of dust on the cuffs from where they had touched the ground. Her shoes were just regular black tennis shoes that she always wore before a match.
The most shocking thing about Tasha's appearance was up near her ruffled Amethyzt colored halter top. Bright red clashed against the pale skin of her throat. It was easily recognizeable that the blood was put there by a pair of fingers, the outline still visible.
Charity let her eyes travel up to Tasha's head, where she finally found the source of the redness. There were severel cuts on her scalp, the blood slowly mixing with her hair to cause it to turn a weird shade.
The most shocking thing in the whole scene though, was not Tasha. But rather, the look that everyone was directed at one other person in the middle of the circle. The accusing look.
And Jami didn't even notice that as she sat, her back against a wall, fear clawing in her eyes, her hands tainted with blood, that the accusers eyes were even there.
Chapter 9
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