Published July 2011; This is a current, incomplete thread from our Writing/Roleplaying Forum. Its title on the board is "National Self Storage- The Disappearance of Jenna Jane Sheridan." Some minor backstory has been added to this thread that does not appear in our forum, simply for ease of reading as a stand-alone story with appropriate tie-ins to the WWE. You will meet more OCs than Superstars in this story, but you will also witness how they blend. Anyone can throw a roomful of Superstars together and call it a story, but this has been crafted to show how the outsiders and insiders intertwine.

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Cody Rhodes and Ted DiBiase were exhausted. It was the end of a Supershow which doubled as a taping, and they'd ended up taking 2 of the backstage kids with them in the car. One was John Cena's 15-year old son Mac, and the other was Aiden Quinn, younger sibling of one of the guys on the roster. Cody and Ted had their own conversation going on in the front seat, and the boys in the back had theirs, for the most part. All Cody and Ted wanted was to get out of the damned traffic that was backed up in the arena parking lot, while Mac and Aiden were content with their surroundings, "picking on" Ted and/or Cody as well as generally making fun of others that they happened to see out the car windows. You know how males are. Doesn't matter the age. Get 4 guys together in a car and there's likely some non-politically correct humor going on.

That was evident when the girl walked past the car and Aiden started laughing at her 5-inch heels. It was hard to see just how pretty she was, when she was dressed almost like a prostitute. Mac, a nice kid, was even inspired to laugh and yell "Skank!" Cody and Ted reflexively chuckled, because Mac had spotted a ring rat, and called it for what he saw it. It's how things were on the road. No harm, no foul...

They - they as always being Lizzie Rose and Jenna Jane - went to a WWE Smackdown show last night. Jenna Jane hadn't been into trying to hook up with anybody. That earned her a tongue-lashing from Lizzie Rose.

"How do you expect to meet anybody? For goodness sakes, Jenna Jane! We spent money on these here tickets! These weren't free tonight! So now you wanna not try to get that money back? I can't believe you!" she'd yelled. "Are you on your period or something?"

Jenna Jane was ready to lie and say yes she was, but shook her head no. "I just...I dunno, Lizzie Rose. I just would rather go watch the show."

That sent Lizzie Rose in a tizzy. "JUST WATCH THE SHOW? You're crazy, li'l girl. SO different from your sister. I swear to God sometimes that the wrong sister got hit by that car."

Jenna Jane actually staggered back with tears in her eyes. Her deceased sister, Brandy Lynn, had been Lizzie Rose's best friend. Times like this, Lizzie Rose could be so hurtful with her mouth, Jenna Jane had half a mind to just go to the nearest Greyhound bus station and buy a ticket to anywhere she could afford. Lizzie Rose knew she overstepped..and also knew she needed Jenna Jane to be noticed. If Jenna Jane left her, then Lizzie Rose's days of a ring rat would soon be over. The 'fresh meat' which was her little protege...

"I'm sorry, punkin," Lizzie Rose said. "That was cruel of me. I miss her too," she said, changing her tune and embracing her. "You can just watch the show, it's alright tonight."

Jenna Jane nodded tearfully and actually thanked Lizzie Rose for *consenting* to let her watch the show. Jenna Jane might have a killer body and be of legal age, but emotionally she was somewhat stunted. Beyond her 8th grade education, she was more or less mentally 14-15 years old. She wasn't retarded or even backward, just immature and vulnerable.

"Now you wait for me at the exit at the parkin' lot, Jenna Jane. I'm gonna disappear with Rusty for a little while," Lizzie Rose instructed in her deep drawl. Rusty had been one of the security guards that had set Lizzie Rose and Jenna Jane up tonight with closer seats to the ring, as well as free soda for Jenna Jane and free beer for Lizzie Rose, as well as an order of chicken fingers and fries. Well, free as in they didn't cost money. Lizzie Rose would 'barter' after the show on her knees backstage in a broom closet.

Jenna Jane had walked from the arena to the exit. She'd heard a few disparaging remarks out of car windows, by youthful-sounding voices. Like "Skank!" but hadn't lifted her head up to see where it came from. She wasn't gonna sass back or anything. She didn't know that the car had held Ted DiBiase, Cody Rhodes, and the youthful voices belonging to Aiden Quinn and Mac Cena. She just carried on along the way, ending up taking the 5-inch hellish heels off of her feet as she neared the exit. Those shoes were borrowed from Lizzie Rose and her feet were a mass of blisters. The no-see-um bugs and mosquitoes were out in full force, and with as much skin as she had showing in a belly shirt and micro-miniskirt, coupled with the oppressive heat even at night, had her pulling her hair off her neck and holding it, wishing she had a rubber band to make a ponytail, but she didn't.

The further she walked, the more catcalls and horn beeps happened. Traffic was at a standstill, and she heard the youthful voices with their disparaging remarks some more. She thought she heard an older voice tell them to hush, but she wasn't sure. She'd ducked behind the empty gate house at the entrance, just to be out of sight for a few minutes. She felt like she'd been on display and just needed to be away from all those pairs of eyes for a little while.

She did come out though. Gosh, it was so hot. Stifling. In a vulnerable moment, she looked up as a van beeped the horn. She looked up and saw the driver popping the lock on the passenger door, and he opened it. He was older and had kind eyes.

"Need a lift?" he asked. As she came closer, she could feel the air conditioning streaming out of the van. It was like a Christmas present. She shivered in the delicious frigid air and nodded, getting into the van.

Wanna guess what happened next?

No. Being raped this quickly, would've been too easy.
She felt the punch that she didn't see coming. Right in the side of her jaw. She screamed, but she mightn't have been heard because the windows were closed and there were cars beeping their horns in frustration of the traffic backup.

"Stupid bitch," she heard as she was blacking out. "Damn ring rats, all the same. Lookin' for trouble. I watched you all night long, lookin' sweet and innocent. Sweet 'n innocent girls don't get into strange men's vans."

She slumped forward, and he shoved her backward, reaching over to recline the seat fully. He was driving to his storage unit. He kept the janitorial supplies he stole from work in there, as well as an old couch salvaged from the trash. For nights like these when he'd bring a "visitor", who he'd keep for a week or so at a time. He hadn't killed any...yet.

He swiped the card key to open the gate at the Self-Storage, and pulled up to his unit. He got out to unlock it, and then came around the passenger's side to unload his cargo. He tossed her on the couch, closed the unit and locked it back up. He had to go home to his wife and kids, but would be back in the morning.

Name: Jenna Jane Sheridan

Bio: Jenna Jane's sister, Brandy Lynn, passed away earlier this year in a car accident. She looked up to her big sister, much to her aunt who raised them's dismay. Grief and loss struck Jenna Jane hard, and she turned to Brandy Lynn's best friend, Lizzie Rose Marshall, not so much as a replacement or substitute big sister, but someone to fill the void left in her life. She's nestled under Lizzie Rose's wing, for better or for worse.

Brandy Lynn left Jenna Jane with not only memories, but a heroin habit. She's stepped into Brandy Lynn's shoes in many ways, mostly out of grief and loss. If Brandy Lynn was still alive, she'd likely have disappeared with Lizzie Rose and Jenna Jane would've been nothing but an afterthought, left back in the trailer park with their aunt. But these days, the numbness of daily life and the pain of the still-fresh memories of her sister's death makes her feel less like 18 and more like 58. The only times she really feels *alive* anymore is when on adventures with Lizzie Rose.

When money runs short, she's done things she's not proud of. Unlike Lizzie Rose, Jenna Jane hasn't been able to bring herself to turn a trick yet. She's stolen wallets and purses instead. There's a warrant for her arrest for theft in Nebraska, from the last time that the RAW roster performed there.

There's a certain something about Jenna Jane that's hard to put into words, though. She has almost a childlike innocence that can surface on her face sometimes; whether it's a little piece of her that still clings to a more innocent time in her rough life or good acting, even Jenna Jane herself doesn't know.

If it wasn't for her guilt-by-association with Lizzie Rose, Jenna Jane is the type of girl who very well could've been the next Miss Elizabeth, plucked from the sea of ring rats and spring-launched into stardom, the way Macho Man Randy Savage chose his lady. But at the rate things are going, Jenna Jane likely won't even make it to Miss Elizabeth's age at the time of her death, 43. She'll probably end up more like her late sister, or somewhere between 21 and 30, dead. She's already starting to die on the inside, so it shouldn't take long for the external to catch up.