Title: Step Towards the End
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 21
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 next story in the Step series...it's the Tasha/Edge 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: It's Lita's turn to win the gold, or is it?
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.
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Lita was waiting patiently behind the curtain waiting for her music to hit. She had seen Jami and Jeff earlier, and it looked like they were trying to work out their differences. She was glad of that. After all they had been through, they had better not get divorced.
Just then the B.L.A.D.E. theme music hit and Lita shook herself away from her thoughts. She hadn't even heard Molly Holly being introduced. 'Get yourself together...this is for the gold' she thought to herself as she stepped out onto the ramp.
Lita had her red hair pulled up into a messy ponytail, not really caring what it would look like since in a few minutes it would be a mess anyhow. Lita had on her favorite pair of black jeans, pulled low to show off her thong. When she went out into a singles competetion she liked to dress that way. Her shirt was a pink bra with a fishnet half shirt on over that. She smiled and waved to the fans as she did the B.L.A.D.E. sable-grind (for my sake, it'll now be called the blade-grind).
Lita slid into the ring and instantly Molly began to attack her. Lita grabbed one of Molly's arms and twisted it behind her. Molly ran for the ropes, grabbing hold of one of them and throwing herself forward, 'causing Lita to be caught off balance and rolling away from Molly.
Lita quickly got herself together again and got a grip on Molly's arm and Irish whipped her into the corner. Then she proceeded to Irish whip her into the other corner. Molly ran at her, but Lita ducked and Molly flipped behind her.
Before Molly could get back up, Lita quickly gave her an elbow drop for good measure. Then Lita saw something move out of the corner of her eye. Matt was coming through the crowd. Lita tried to remain focus on Molly, but it was hard as she heard the crowd cheer for Matt as he leapt over the barricade and went to stand on the ring apron.
Lita pulled Molly up and went to give her a bulldog, but Molly managed to stop her and throw her down onto the ring floor. Molly grabbed her by the hair and began to pound her face into the mat. Lita was about to lose consciousness when she felt someone grab Molly and throw her to the ring floor. She heard the bell ring and the ring announced that due to a disqualification, Molly Holly was the winner and still women's champ.
Lita slowly got up and felt hands helping her to her feet. She quickly realized that the hands belonged to Matt. "What the hell was that for? Why did you get be disqualified?" Lita asked. "You were about to go to be knocked out. I thought that having you disqualified might be a less painful way to get the match over with." Matt replied.
Lita lifted a trembling hand to her forehead. Matt grabbed her hand away from it and winced when he saw how red it is. "Your lucky, you may have a knot on your forehead, but it shouldn't be to bad." he told her honestly.
Lita rolled out of the ring and Matt followed. He stayed a careful distance away from her just in case she went crazy from the head smashing and started beating on him. He hated it when she hit her head in any match, ever since that nasty chair shot that had taken her memory from her, he had been a bit overprotective.
When they got to the back, Lita whirled around and just stared at him. "What?" he asked. Without a word Lita walked up to him, and for all he was worth, he could have sworn she was going to smack him. But instead she reached up her hands to grab him by the face and pull it down to hers. Then she kissed him. Unlike any kiss he had ever recieved. "What...what was that about." he asked, shocked. Lita shrugged, walking off. Over her shoulder she said, "Just saying thanks."
Chapter 22
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