Thanks again to my reviwers/fave/alert adders.
Here's chapter four, I've been on a writing frenzy lately. It's kind of a fill in, J.J. has a run in with a few different people and we see a few different sides of her.
Again, I own nothing but the laptop this is written on and my falling-apart notebooks full of ideas.
J.J. and the main storyline belong to BlackSuicideAngel.
The wrestlers and Divas belong to the WWE.
What did I tell you?
I won my first match here at Smackdown! and loved it. I beat one of the veteran divas, Victoria.
I have to admit that she was more of an opponent than any of the FCW girls- when she knocked me off the ropes, my head hit the canvas pretty hard and that hurt!- but I beat her all the same.
I'd love to have a rematch sometime, see if I can beat her any faster than I did last night.
She and Nitro are the only people I've bumped into here at Smackdown! so far. And when I say 'bumped into' I mean it literally with Nitro.
I can't wait to get out there again, I might stay 'till the end of the show next time too, I left before it had finished, avoiding the crowds and getting some rest. I ended up with a nice headache from Victoria last night but after a hot shower and good nights sleep I'm feeling a lot better.
Now, I'm off to the gym to train a little. I'll see you guys next week on Smackdown!
J.J.
--
Shoving open the door to the gym, J.J. took in the surroundings. Unlike the FCW gym where there were usually only two or three people training at any one time, this gym was crowded and it was only seven-thirty on Saturday morning. They had a plane taking them on a short flight to Barcelona that afternoon for a house show that night. Then, they were flying to Paris, France for the next house show after that. J.J. had received an e-mail from Theodore Long that morning telling her that Victoria had requested a rematch while they were in Barcelona.
Walking over to the womens changing rooms, she heard voices coming from inside and paused for a moment to listen.
"…She's really good. I don't know why you are being like this!"
"She's not one of us, Victoria! She's a little newbie who thinks she owns the place. She's not worth a rematch."
"Torrie, don't say that. She beat me last night, she is worth a rematch. You know, you're jealous you haven't been able to beat me in months and she comes and does it on her debut night."
J.J. smiled a little. So Victoria was defending her against someone else, Torrie. She didn't need Victoria to stand up for her; she was old enough to take care of herself. Shifting her duffle bag on her shoulder, she pushed the door open to see Victoria and a blonde staring each other down from opposite ends of the changing room.
Victoria and Torrie were both in track pants and a t-shirt, Victoria totally in black and Torrie in blue and white. The looked up as J.J. entered, neither woman saying anything.
"Am I interrupting something?" J.J. asked innocently, raising her eyebrows. Not receiving a reply, she decided to push the matter. "Last time I checked, I'm a grown woman. Victoria, I don't need you to stand up for me, I can manage it by myself, thanks. And you…" She pointed to the blonde. "…if you have something to say to me, I'd rather you say it to my face."
She stepped past them and into one of the shower cubicles, locking the door behind her. She didn't plan on having a shower; she just wanted to be away from those two. Sure, she was new to Smackdown! but she could handle it. She didn't need other people looking out for her.
Almost ten minutes later, J.J. opened the door, checking to see of the women from before were still in the locker room. They weren't. She stepped out, having changed while she was in the cubicle. She was wearing runners, black track pants with a red streak down the side and a red top with 'J.J.' scrawled across it in black cursive. Her hair was pulled off her face with her signature black bandanna.
She left the change rooms and went into the gym. Stopping at the door, she looked around. There was a pair in the ring in the middle of the gym, practising their moves and two more on the apron. J.J. smiled, she enjoyed tag matches. She watched them for a moment. One was fairly short, with blonde hair that was spiked up and deep emerald eyes. The other was a lot larger than his opponent, with tanned skin, short brown hair and eyes a few shades darker than his hair.
One of the men on the outside, he looked Asian, was calling to the smaller guy to tag him in. On the opposite side of the ropes was someone J.J. recognised. Rey Mysterio was calling to his partner, his mask still on his face. So the little guy didn't take his mask off in the gym? J.J. giggled.
Looking off to one side there was a male lifting weights. His hair was long and dark and he had thoughtful brown eyes. He noticed J.J. watching him and smiled. J.J. looked away from him and saw Nitro laying into a punching bag over in the far corner. There were a few divas on treadmills and a guy with shoulder length blonde hair doing push-ups in the corner. She decided do just do what she normally did, finding a clear area on the floor out of everyone's way where she could stretch out.
Sitting down, J.J. stretched out first one leg, then the other, watching everything around her.
"Hey there."
J.J. blinked and looked up. Nitro was standing in front of her, smile on his face. "You're away in your own world there, J.J. Mind if I join you?"
"Yes." J.J. rolled her eyes, not in the mood for Nitro.
Nitro ignored it, sitting down. J.J. attempted to ignore him, continuing to watch the other wrestlers.
"That one there…" Nitro said, pointing, "… is Matt Hardy and the one in the corner is Adam, better known around here as Edge. The ones in the ring right now are Batista and Jimmy Wang Yang. Their partners are Rey Mysterio and Shannon Moore."
J.J. was silent for a moment before she responded. "Jimmy needs to take Batista down. Batista is so much bigger, so if Jimmy can get him off his feet he'll have a definite advantage. It shouldn't be too hard with Jimmy's speed. Avoid those arms and hit him with a dropkick or something, even a leg sweep from behind if he has to."
"You're pretty good for a newcomer."
"I've been wrestling for a long time. I haven't really watched much wrestling in years but I've been stuck at FCW for the last couple of years, bored to death. I know how to beat people a lot larger than me."
"Do you do a lot of moves like that? Dropkicks and moonsaults, I mean."
J.J. realised that she wasn't going to escape Nitro's questioning so easily. "Yeah, I do. I can fight alright on the ground but there's just… something about being in the air. You feel so free, like you can do absolutely anything."
"You were great in the ring last night. You beat Victoria, that's something to be proud of. That was a very nice moonsault you pulled off." Nitro commented.
"People around here don't seem to have very high expectations from me, do they?" J.J. frowned. "I'm better than all of you guys think. Just because I'm new doesn't mean I suck. I wasn't expecting to lose last night. Honestly, she wasn't much harder to beat than those little FCW shrimps."
Nitro frowned. "You know, you shouldn't be so self absorbed. Not many people will like it here."
"You can speak. Who's spent the last few months talking about how good he was?" J.J. snapped.
Nitro looked like he'd been slapped. "I'm just trying to warn you, trying to be your friend. Eventually, someone is going to get sick of the attitude and when they do..." He trailed off, knowing that J.J. had gotten his point.
"Whatever." Ignoring anything else Nitro had to say, J.J. stood up and walked away.
Nitro watched her go to a treadmill and step up, turning it on and jogging slowly, her hair bobbing up and down in time with her pace. He shook his head. J.J. was a complicated girl. She obviously didn't care what people thought of her and he liked that. The only problem was, people would get sick of her soon enough. He was dreading what would happen then. With her attitude and how stubborn she was, it wasn't going to turn out well.
--
"Flight 203 to Barcelona, now boarding at gate seven. Flight 203 to Barcelona boarding at gate seven now."
J.J. lifted up her carry bag and left the group she had been sitting with, heading towards the right gate. They'd been sitting in the airport for the last hour waiting for their flight. J.J. had been trying to avoid talking to everyone else and succeeded; everyone was in their own little groups talking and paid next to no attention to her. The only people who did talk to her were fans wanting signatures.
J.J. offered her ticket to the attendant, who waved her by. All the other Smackdown! and ECW wrestlers and Divas followed, showing their tickets before boarding the plane.
J.J. glanced down at her ticket. It read 'E8'. She followed the seats until she found row 'E' and slipped in until she found the eighth seat. Dropping her carry bag in front of her, J.J. untied her bandanna and fixed her hair before re-tying it. Digging her iPod out of her bag she set a song on and lay back, not paying attention to anything happening around her.
Tonight she was going to be in a match against Victoria again. If she managed to win it, they'd have a chance to be in a match at the up-and-coming No Mercy. She'd heard rumours that she was going to be involved in a huge feud with Victoria, but it hadn't been confirmed yet. She hadn't said much to anyone since she'd had that little 'chat' to Nitro earlier.
J.J. snapped out of her thoughts as someone sat down beside her. Looking over, she saw the guy from in the ring earlier- Shannon Moore. He looked different, his hair wasn't spiked, just lose and hanging down over his face. He smiled when he noticed her looking at him, his eyes sparkling. J.J. smiled quickly before turning back to her music.
--
An hour later J.J. flicked the iPod off, sick of the music playing. They still had about an hour left to fly.
"My name's Shannon." A voice with a thick Southern accent came from beside J.J.
J.J. looked at her companion. He smiled again and she nodded. "I'm J.J."
"How long have you wrestled for?"
"Two years at FCW, about three with Shawn Michaels before that."
Shannon looked impressed. "Wow, Shawn Michaels? That must be why you're so good. I was watching you last night in the ring. You did really well."
"Thanks." J.J. bent forwards and slipped her iPod into her bag. "I was watching you and your partner against Batista and Mysterio earlier. Try getting him off his feet; you'll have a better chance then."
"I'll try that." Shannon replied. "When we're against Rey we're pretty well matched, we're both high-flyers. You are too, I noticed. You were on the turnbuckle when you were knocked down last night, then you finished with a Moonsault. Is that your finisher?"
J.J. shrugged. "Not technically. I just use it a lot." Lying back in her chair, she closed her eyes, humming softly to herself.
"You know, if you tried to be nice to people, you might make some friends."
J.J.'s eyes snapped open and she glared at Shannon. J.J. was furious; he didn't even know her and was already making assumptions like that. He didn't flinch, just watched her reaction carefully.
"What business is it of yours, anyway?" J.J. snapped.
"I saw you and Nitro earlier. You didn't seem interested in anything he had to say. Last night, Victoria was trying to be nice and you totally blew her off." Shannon replied cooly.
"People like you are why I don't try. I don't care whether people like me or not. I'm here for a reason and I don't want anyone getting in my way." J.J. dug her iPod back out of the bag and put it on, loudly.
Frowning, Shannon leaned back in his own chair.
So J.J. has her first run-in with Shannon... Next chapter, J.J. and Victoria have their rematch and J.J. makes an unexpected friend.
Please, review!
xx