Title: Take that Step
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 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.
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*. Um, Just so you know though, In my story all the wrestlers go by their wrestling name in 'real life'. It's easier for me that way =).
Summary: The last chapter had Jami up on the line in a match between Jeff and Shane. Winner takes all. Jeff was down, the referee had already counted to two. Can he keep his honor and his girl?
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".......3." Jami sank to the ring floor, groaning. Jeff pounded a fist on the mat, berating himself. Jami watched Shane strut around the ring as the crowd boo'd. Jeff slid over to Jami, taking her face in his hands. "Oh Jami, I am so sorry! I'll demand a rematch. I'll get you back. I promise." Jami smiled at him, placing a hand on his cheek. "Jeff, don't worry. I'll get myself out of this. I can handle Shane."
Shane reached over and pulled her up beside him, he had a microphone in hand. "Ah, J. Lynn. Welcome to the winning team! And as my valet you'll get plenty of perks." Jami glared at him with disgust, a new resolve shining in her eyes as she grabbed the microphone out of his hand. "Shane, I may be your valet now, but I am not your supporter. And I'll be more of a hinderance then a help. Everytime I am out to valet you or if I'm forced to come out with any other Alliance member, I'll do everything in my power to make sure they pin you and get the 1....2....3 count." she said, ticking the numbers off on her fingers. "And I will be out here every chance I get, thanks to you, it's now my job. And the only way to prevent that from happening is to let me go back to the WWF." she threatened. Jeff shook his head. "Shane has no idea what he's up against." Jeff told LIta.
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Jami and Shane stepped behind the curtain and Jami unleashed her fury on him. "You creep! What was that all about?" she screeched. Shane smiled coldly at her, "What do you mean? I issued a challenge, you accepted, he lost." Jami stomped her foot in exasperation. "Listen, I don't have the patience for your stupid games. You don't even follow a thing the script says. What is up with that?" "The Script is boring. I'm making it interesting. Now come on, let's leave." Shane told her, taking hold on her arm to steer her out. Jami jerked her arm away from him, "I don't think so. I'm your valet on the show only. Other than that, your on your own." She finished just as Jeff and lita walked thru the curtain. Jeff and Shane glared at each other, neither moving. Jami put her arm thru Jeff's and Lita took his other arm, leading him away.
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They entered the locker room and Jeff immediently started pounding on the walls, and kicking benches. Matt stood, waiting for them in the middle of the room. He shot a sympathetic look at Jami. She smiled and then moved in behind Jeff, rubbing a hand along his back. He turned and quickly wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. Jami stood on her toes, reaching up to place a kiss on the tip of his nose. "Dont' worry. Shane will be sorry he ever messed with me, so will the whole Alliance." Jeff smiled, knowing her words were all to true.
Chapter 15
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