Title: One Step Back
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 14
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). This is the sequel to "Take That Step" you find the address to that story in my signature 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: Is Tasha ready to reveal what her fight with Edge was all about?
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"Did you see her face? That was priceless!" Tasha cheered as the five walked backstage. "Yep! But stacy deserved it! That's what you get when you mess with a member of Team Xtreme!" Matt said. "Well, we'll let you guys go shower and get changed. We'll meet you in the conference room." Jami said.
As the three women walked down the hall they ran into Edge, who was getting ready for his match. There was a thick tension between Edge and Tasha. They just stood there watching each other. "Uh, good luck in your match against Test." Jami said to break the silence. "I'd wish you luck, but you might forbid me from that too." Tasha muttered. Edge looked at Tasha with a hurt expression, before turning to Jami. Edge smiled at Jami, "Thanks J." and then he walked past them.
Jami linked her arm through Tasha's. "Now, let's go to the conference room and you can tell us what is going on with you and Edge."
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Jami sat in a chair and threw her feet up on the table. Tasha and Lita both grabbed a seat and sat in a similar style. Both Jami and Lita looked expectantly at Tasha, waiting for her to explain her reaction to Edge. "Well, we were talking in the locker room. Somehow we got onto the subject of valets and stuff." Tasha began. Jami noticed that she was tapping her hand on her leg anxiously and her usually blue-green eyes were now clearly a green color. A color they only turned when she was pissed off. "I told him that Vince had offered me the position of being his valet." Jami interrupted when she heard that, "That's great! You'd be able to travel with us. You'd be able to see Edge more! I bet he liked that idea!" Tasha shook her head. "No...he went totally spazztic on me. He told me that I absolutely could not join the WWF. That he wouldn't allow it. Can you believe he said that...he wouldn't allow it!?! So of course I told him that he had no ownership over me! That I could do whatever I damn well please. And of course, he didn't take that to well. That's when Lita knocked on the door and the arguement ended there for the time being." Tasha finished. "But, I bet it's not finished." Lita commented. Tasha shook her head sadly. "Far from it. I can't stand when people tell me to do, and he knows that. He thinks he can forbid me from doing something with my own life? Where does that guy get off? Can you believe that? I do my thing, my way, and if I'm gonna screw up, I'll do it my way and I'll do it royally. I don't need his help for that." Tasha told them, her eyes shooting sparks.
"You go girl! Just remember, he's a male. They all have this major malfunction where they think that they can tell us what to do, and what we can't do. Jeff does it too. In fact, that's why I was whoop'ing up on him in the locker room earlier. I wonder why Edge doesn't want you in the WWF?" Jami wandered out loud. "Maybe he's worried that your going to get hurt like I got hurt." Lita whispered to them. Both girls looked at her like she had grown a third head. "Your probably right, but isn't that my choice? Just like it's your choice to go out there, or Jami's choice to go out there, or even his DAMN choice to go out there!" Tasha started off. "Don't yell at me! I'm just suggesting a reason for him being a pig-headed jerk. A cute, pig-headed jerk, but a pig-headed jerk no matter." Lita said. Their conversation was cut short when Matt and Jeff entered the room, looking very wet from their shower.
Chapter 15
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