No Getting Over You
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, except for Jamie. Other than that, this whole story is a work of fiction and my overactive imagination.
Author's Note: This is the first wrestling fic I'm posting. I hope you like it! Please leave a review, so I know if anyone's reading this and wants to know what happens next! I promise, if you want to know what happens next, I'll try to post the next chapter ASAP! Thanks!
"Holy shit, Hardy! Have you seen the new Knockout we got?" Jesse Neal asked his friend, as he ran into the locker room, while Jeff was preparing for his match against Abyss later that night.
"No," he replied. "But judging by the tent in your shorts, I'm guessing you've seen her," he joked.
Jesse smirked. "Ask Shannon. You saw her, right Shan?"
"Man, I haven't seen her either," he replied.
"Well, then, I'm guessing I'm the only lucky one in this room. Guys, this chick is amazing. The things I want to do to her...wow. You have no idea what you're missing out on," he gushed.
Jeff laughed to himself. "Jesse, man, you always want to bang every new Knockout who is even slightly attractive," he teased.
"Yeah...I'm with Jeffro here," Shannon agreed with a smirk on his face.
"Guys, I'm serious here. You really have no idea. She's so beautiful...like actually beautiful. And she's got these huge tits...but I don't know if they're real yet. She had a t-shirt on, so I couldn't really tell because they were all covered up. But she's also got this really hot ass and amazing legs. She's a 10...no an 11! I'm getting a little excited just thinking about her," he bragged.
"What's her name?" Jeff asked with a smirk, knowing exactly what Jesse's answer was going to be.
Jesse stared at him blankly. "What?"
"Does she have a name?" he asked slowly, rewording his question.
"Um...she probably has one..."
Jeff and Shannon exchanged looks and began laughing at Jesse. He didn't even fight this one. They were right. He spent so much time memorizing what her body and face looked like that he didn't even bother introducing himself or finding out her name. He was too busy being hormonally encouraged to objectify her with his eyes.
"What's so funny?" Ken Anderson asked, walking into the locker room, upon hearing the two men laughing.
"Dude, Jesse just went on about some new Knockout and how hot she is or whatever, and true to form, he knows exactly what she looks like, but he has absolutely no idea about what her name is," Jeff explained.
"Oh. You mean Jamie?" Ken casually asked, sitting on the couch.
"That's her name?" Jesse asked, seemingly interested.
The bleached blonde nodded. "Well, she's the only new Knockout around here. So, I have to assume that it's her you're talking about."
"You met her already?"
"I've known her for a few years. She's Paul Levesque's niece."
Jeff's head immediately snapped up. "What?" he asked in complete and utter disbelief. He was praying he misheard.
"Yeah. She even lived with him and Stephanie for like the past year or something like that."
"Is she blood-related? Because she doesn't look anything like Triple H," Jesse commented.
"No. I think she was his sister's best friend's daughter, and her and her husband died in a car accident when Jamie was a baby, or something like that. So Lynn, his sister, adopted her," Ken explained. "So, they're not like blood-related, but they're still family. I know he loves her like she's blood."
"How the hell do you know all of this?" Jesse asked.
"I know Paul, and I know Jamie. How else would I know? I mean, I know I'm a pretty intelligent guy, but I'm not exactly a mind reader."
Shannon and Jeff were in shock. "Seriously? It's Jamie Morretti? She's the new Knockout?" Shannon excitedly asked.
"Yup. You know her, too?"
"Of course, I do. So does-oof" Shannon was interuppted by an elbow from Jeff to the ribs. "Ow."
"What?" Ken asked, eyeing the two suspiciously.
"Yeah. Sorry. I do know her. She's so awesome. Definitely one of my favorite people on earth," Shannon sang her praises while giving Jeff a confused look.
Ken picked up on the little exchange between the two lifelong friends. "You know her, too, Hardy?"
"Uh...yeah. I've met her," he replied, clearly not wanting to get involved in the conversation.
Shannon smirked and tried to hide his laugh with a cough. If only everyone knew exactly how well Jeff had known Jamie, they'd definitely understand why Jeff did not seem happy. In fact, they'd also understand why he was immediately tense and stressing over her arrival.
"So, you're the new Knockout everyone's been talking about for the past few weeks?" Lauren Williams asked, approaching Jamie Morretti. The brunette newbie turned around and came face to the face with the Knockout better known as Angelina Love.
"I guess that would have to be me," she replied with a friendly smile. "I'm Jamie," she introduced herself.
"I'm Lauren." The two women shook hands.
"It's really nice to meet you."
"Same here. So...what brought you to these parts?"
"My Uncle Paul got me into wrestling, and he trained me. He's in the WWE, and I didn't want to use him to get into the business, so I avoided using the family connections to work there, and I guess, Dixie Carter heard about me. So, she signed me."
"Oh really? Who's your uncle?"
"Paul Levesque...um...Triple H."
Lauren's eyes went wide. "Are you serious?"
"Yup."
"Oh my God. You must be amazing. He trained you?"
Jamie blushed and nodded. "I'm okay, I guess. Uncle Paul, Shawn Michaels, Mark Callaway, Bret Hart, they all trained me a bit. I grew up around all of them."
"Oh wow. That's amazing. I bet you're incredible in the ring."
She shrugged. "I dunno about incredible."
Lauren smiled sweetly. "You're shy, aren't you?"
"I haven't really run into anyone I know, so I'm a little on edge right now. Not knowing anyone, ya know?"
"Well, you know me, we're dressing room mates. And I'll be your friend, too," she said, giving the newbie a genuine smile.
"Thanks, Lauren."
"So...how old are you, Miss Wrestling Prodigy?"
"25."
"You're a young one. I'm 28."
"You're pretty young, too."
Lauren laughed. "Well, you're younger. Don't worry I'll keep an eye out for you."
There was a knock on the door to their dressing room door. Lauren got up and opened it. There stood Shannon Moore.
"Oh my God! Shan!" Jamie yelled and ran over to him, throwing her arms around him. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, kissing the top of her head.
"Hey beautiful. Jesse came into the locker room bragging about the gorgeous new Knockout, and then, Ken mentioned it was you, and I had to find my woman!" The two pulled apart. "You look absolutely amazing!"
"Well, we've been apart for a year, I guess I've changed a little bit," she said with a smile.
"I know. You look a little different. Still the most beautiful woman in the entire world. You've definitely been working out."
Jamie smiled. "I uh...I put the finishing touches on," she said, posing for him with her arms above her head.
"Wow. You really...you look so great. I've missed you so much, Jame," he admitted.
"I've missed you, too. We used to have so much fun together," she said, sadly remembering the days before everything went downhill.
"Well, at least we're reunited," he said with a hopeful smile.
"We definitely are," she replied, mirroring his smile.
"Okay. Good, hunnie. I'm gonna go get ready for iMPACT!. I just wanted to see you. I'll catch you later," he said, before leaving. As soon as he was gone, Jamie closed the door. Lauren was staring at her suspiciously.
"What was that?" she asked, curiously.
"Oh Shannon and I were really good friends for a while."
The blonde nodded. "Yeah..." She paused. "I feel like there's a story just waiting to be told."
She quickly shook her head. "No...no story. Shannon's a really good guy, and he's a good friend, too."
Lauren nodded. "He's a sweet guy."
"He is. He was there for me when I needed a friend..." she said, as her eyes began filling up with tears.
"Hunnie, are you okay?" Lauren sympathetically asked.
She carefully wiped away the tears that had been threatening to spill out of her hazel eyes. "I'm okay. Just...uh...remembering the good ole days. I miss them...Shannon, Shane, Matt, Jeff," she winced at merely saying his name, "and I...had some really...amazing times together."
"You were friends with all of them?"
"Yeah..."
"And you were friends with Jeff Hardy." Upon hearing his name, her face contorted, as if she were in pain.
"Something like that..."
Lauren looked interested in the potential story. "You were in love with him," she said, knowning the pained expression on her face was one of a scorned lover.
Jamie looked up. "Oh...uh...who? Me? With Jeff? Oh no..." she clearly lied. Lauren could tell she was still hurting from whatever happened between them and decided to drop the subject.
"Oh...well, you have a match against Daffney tonight, I hear," she changed the subject, giving Jamie a reassuring smile.
"I do. I'm excited," Jamie replied, relieved that she was no longer in the position in which she had to speak about Jeff.
"I heard a rumor that you're practically magical in the ring."
She blushed again. "No. I'm not that good."
"I dunno. You're a friend of the Hardy Boyz, Shane Helms, Shannon Moore. You're related to Triple H, and you were trained by legends. I think you've definitely got to be amazing. You really don't like compliments, do you?"
Jamie shrugged. "I don't really deserve any."
"Oh boy. I have a lot to work on with you, lady."