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The room felt frozen as Jezebel looked expectantly from Matt and Amy to Jeff. She held her hand out to the couple with a ready smile on her face
"Hey, I'm Jenny" she said cheerfully
"So I heard" said Matt finally
He gripped her hand in his and shook it. The weird thing was, it felt like a normal hand. There was no coldness, not even a tingle of a chill. She was acting as though she really was a normal piece of new WWE talent called Jenny, not some psycho bitch who'd tried to kill them by destroying the house they had been in. Vince began speaking, filling the silence before it got noticeably weird.
"The resemblance to Amy is striking isn't it? We have in mind a kind of twin storyline, Amy bringing her out in a feud and we'll see where we can go from there" Vince clapped his hands together, breaking the tense mood slightly before checking his watch "I have to go now, I have more people to meet with before the show, good to see you all"
He strode from the room, humming slightly under his breath. Jezebel stood looking at them wide eyed, like an over-awed fan. The others stared at her, waiting for her to transform into the creature they knew she was. She looked ordinary; hip hugging black pants, a tight stretchy black strap top with a blood red stripe slashed across diagonally from the right shoulder to the left hemline and her black leather hood jacket slung over one of her forearms. One of her hands was bandaged and she wore her red shades.
"Where have your scars gone?" asked Jeff suddenly, peering into her face intently
"Scars? What scars? I haven't got any" replied Jezebel, looking confused and scared
"Yes you have, I mean did, around your eyes" put in Matt
"I haven't, look" said Jezebel earnestly, pulling the shades from her face
The skin was smooth and tanned around her eyes. Bright green eyes looked at them, wanting to gain their approval. Amy didn't say anything, just dropped her eyes so that she didn't chance looking into the girl's own, she knew what they could do. Jezebel quickly put her shades back on and shrugged
"I'm gonna go train, see you tonight, we can go over Vince's ideas" she said
With a cheery wave, she disappeared from the room. Jeff sat down suddenly, feeling as though the air had been knocked out of him. Matt and Amy seemed frozen in place, Matt with an arm around her waist, one of Amy's hands on top of Matt's, both staring at the gaping doorway. Jeff scratched his head a little
"That was Jezebel right? I mean I didn't just imagine it" Jeff spoke up
"Oh it was her" replied Amy
"She acted like nothing had ever happened and that she really was this Jenny" mused Jeff "maybe she is"
"Right, who just happens to look identical to Amy with bright green eyes" retorted Matt
"But she hasn't got any scars" pointed out Jeff
"Eternal" replied Amy "making everyone think Jezebel has no scars"
"Man, this is getting screwy" sighed Jeff, dropping his head into his hands "why would she even come here, much less get a job?"
"To mess with our heads" said Amy moving away from Matt, her hands moving to her hips as she continued to stare at the doorway "she's here to finish off Mark I bet"
"And anyone who gets in the way" added Matt quietly
*
Trish was breathless by the time she reached the locker room corridor. She's been in the trainer's room to get something for the soreness in her back, she hadn't offered any explanation for the sudden scars and pain, just a rueful smile. As she reached the locker room, she nearly screeched to a halt. Beside the door stood Eternal or rather Stacy, wearing a pale blue sleeveless top and a dark blue jean skirt. There were faint red traces of scars on her arms and some bruising on her legs, the most evident mark of anything unusual was a dark red gash on one of her cheeks, especially clear since her hair was scraped away from her face into a ponytail. She was talking to Lisa, known to fans as Victoria. Lisa turned as Trish slowly approached
"Hey Trish, Stacy was just telling me what you guys got up to last week" she said laughing
"She..she did?" asked Trish weakly, a hand on the wall to steady herself, not sure what to expect.
"Uh huh, I never knew hanging out at the beach could get you such a lot of cuts and bruises" continued Lisa oblivious
"Beach?" Trish looked at Eternal questioningly
"Yeah, you remember when I was rock climbing with Rob and I slipped and fell all that way down? Well look what happened to my skin! It's a whole big mess right now" Eternal sighed, holding her arms out in front of her
"Oh right, the beach" managed Trish, trying not to sound too knocked out by it all "I gotta go find some people"
She quickly turned and walked as hurriedly as she could back down the corridor, Eternal's bubbling laughter following her. It sounded mocking to her ears, to others it would just sound happy. Trish shook at head as she opened a door into the next corridor section, her view was changed now of Eternal and Reckless, she could never look at them in the same way ever again. It was kinda sad really. Eternal acted like everything was fine, that she really was Stacy and that nothing had happened. That was the scary part.
As she walked down the corridor a door opened in front of her and Amy walked out. Trish walked quickly over to her and was about to speak when Amy lifted her head and smiled. Trish frowned a little, there was something different about her. Before she could work it out, Amy grabbed one of Trish's wrists, gripping it hard. With her other hand, she pushed her red shades up onto her head and looked at Trish directly, forcing her to look into bright green eyes. That was when Trish knew. As the smooth deep voice began speaking, Trish wrenched her hand away and with a terrified look back, began running on to where she was going, Again a voice followed her down the corridor
"Why are you running away? Hello? I just wanted to introduce myself, I'm Jenny by the way, hello?"
The voice sounded a little frightened and worried but Trish blocked it out. She knew that person wasn't quite human and that was the part she was running away from.
*
"Sara, will you quit looking at me like that! You know I hate sympathy" growled Mark, shooting his wife a deadly look
"Look at you like what?" Sara asked innocently, leaning against a table
"Like you you're gonna start telling me to take it easy and all crap like that" replied Mark
"Consider me warned" she retorted "I wouldn't dream of doing anything like that"
"Like shit" Mark muttered under his breath
He knew he was being unfair, Sara hardly ever tried to stop him from doing anything when it came to wrestling. She knew it was pointless and she didn't attempt to intervene, only when she felt it was absolutely necessary. He should be grateful although there were times he probably could have done with someone telling him to take a back seat instead of going out to try and save the show and his reputation.
Sara rolled her eyes. Mark was getting a little paranoid about people patronising him when it came to his injury. She knew it was painful, she'd seen him looking at it in pain and discomfort. She had some scars herself, ones on her arms she'd hidden beneath a white sweater. Absently she formed a light ball in one hand and tossed it from one to the other. Mark looked at her in growing astonishment and a tinge of annoyance. Noticing his stares, she turned to him smiling a little
"What?" she asked, still throwing the ball
"You're freaking me out doing things like that" he said
"Why? It's just light, it's not going to hurt you unless I throw it at you"
"Which you might do"
"Would I?"
"Maybe"
Sara sighed and dissolved the ball by closing both hands around it and pressing. Mark continued to watch her until she looked back
"Mark, stop doing that! Look, I only found out that I have these powers yesterday, give me a chance to experiment, ok?" she pleaded
"It's too much like Jezebel"
"What, because we can both make energy balls? Her's are green electricity and mine are white light, bit of a difference, oh and the fact that her's are bone chilling cold and mine are hot, we're opposites in case you haven't noticed" Sara said, shaking her head
The door slammed open. Trish stood in the doorway, eyes wide, breathing hard. Mark turned slowly, deliberately to take in her confused wild expression. Sara stood up concerned and crossed the room to Trish's side.
"Trish? What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost" she said, putting a hand on Trish's shoulder
"I've seen something worse" replied Trish "I've seen Jezebel"
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The room felt frozen as Jezebel looked expectantly from Matt and Amy to Jeff. She held her hand out to the couple with a ready smile on her face
"Hey, I'm Jenny" she said cheerfully
"So I heard" said Matt finally
He gripped her hand in his and shook it. The weird thing was, it felt like a normal hand. There was no coldness, not even a tingle of a chill. She was acting as though she really was a normal piece of new WWE talent called Jenny, not some psycho bitch who'd tried to kill them by destroying the house they had been in. Vince began speaking, filling the silence before it got noticeably weird.
"The resemblance to Amy is striking isn't it? We have in mind a kind of twin storyline, Amy bringing her out in a feud and we'll see where we can go from there" Vince clapped his hands together, breaking the tense mood slightly before checking his watch "I have to go now, I have more people to meet with before the show, good to see you all"
He strode from the room, humming slightly under his breath. Jezebel stood looking at them wide eyed, like an over-awed fan. The others stared at her, waiting for her to transform into the creature they knew she was. She looked ordinary; hip hugging black pants, a tight stretchy black strap top with a blood red stripe slashed across diagonally from the right shoulder to the left hemline and her black leather hood jacket slung over one of her forearms. One of her hands was bandaged and she wore her red shades.
"Where have your scars gone?" asked Jeff suddenly, peering into her face intently
"Scars? What scars? I haven't got any" replied Jezebel, looking confused and scared
"Yes you have, I mean did, around your eyes" put in Matt
"I haven't, look" said Jezebel earnestly, pulling the shades from her face
The skin was smooth and tanned around her eyes. Bright green eyes looked at them, wanting to gain their approval. Amy didn't say anything, just dropped her eyes so that she didn't chance looking into the girl's own, she knew what they could do. Jezebel quickly put her shades back on and shrugged
"I'm gonna go train, see you tonight, we can go over Vince's ideas" she said
With a cheery wave, she disappeared from the room. Jeff sat down suddenly, feeling as though the air had been knocked out of him. Matt and Amy seemed frozen in place, Matt with an arm around her waist, one of Amy's hands on top of Matt's, both staring at the gaping doorway. Jeff scratched his head a little
"That was Jezebel right? I mean I didn't just imagine it" Jeff spoke up
"Oh it was her" replied Amy
"She acted like nothing had ever happened and that she really was this Jenny" mused Jeff "maybe she is"
"Right, who just happens to look identical to Amy with bright green eyes" retorted Matt
"But she hasn't got any scars" pointed out Jeff
"Eternal" replied Amy "making everyone think Jezebel has no scars"
"Man, this is getting screwy" sighed Jeff, dropping his head into his hands "why would she even come here, much less get a job?"
"To mess with our heads" said Amy moving away from Matt, her hands moving to her hips as she continued to stare at the doorway "she's here to finish off Mark I bet"
"And anyone who gets in the way" added Matt quietly
*
Trish was breathless by the time she reached the locker room corridor. She's been in the trainer's room to get something for the soreness in her back, she hadn't offered any explanation for the sudden scars and pain, just a rueful smile. As she reached the locker room, she nearly screeched to a halt. Beside the door stood Eternal or rather Stacy, wearing a pale blue sleeveless top and a dark blue jean skirt. There were faint red traces of scars on her arms and some bruising on her legs, the most evident mark of anything unusual was a dark red gash on one of her cheeks, especially clear since her hair was scraped away from her face into a ponytail. She was talking to Lisa, known to fans as Victoria. Lisa turned as Trish slowly approached
"Hey Trish, Stacy was just telling me what you guys got up to last week" she said laughing
"She..she did?" asked Trish weakly, a hand on the wall to steady herself, not sure what to expect.
"Uh huh, I never knew hanging out at the beach could get you such a lot of cuts and bruises" continued Lisa oblivious
"Beach?" Trish looked at Eternal questioningly
"Yeah, you remember when I was rock climbing with Rob and I slipped and fell all that way down? Well look what happened to my skin! It's a whole big mess right now" Eternal sighed, holding her arms out in front of her
"Oh right, the beach" managed Trish, trying not to sound too knocked out by it all "I gotta go find some people"
She quickly turned and walked as hurriedly as she could back down the corridor, Eternal's bubbling laughter following her. It sounded mocking to her ears, to others it would just sound happy. Trish shook at head as she opened a door into the next corridor section, her view was changed now of Eternal and Reckless, she could never look at them in the same way ever again. It was kinda sad really. Eternal acted like everything was fine, that she really was Stacy and that nothing had happened. That was the scary part.
As she walked down the corridor a door opened in front of her and Amy walked out. Trish walked quickly over to her and was about to speak when Amy lifted her head and smiled. Trish frowned a little, there was something different about her. Before she could work it out, Amy grabbed one of Trish's wrists, gripping it hard. With her other hand, she pushed her red shades up onto her head and looked at Trish directly, forcing her to look into bright green eyes. That was when Trish knew. As the smooth deep voice began speaking, Trish wrenched her hand away and with a terrified look back, began running on to where she was going, Again a voice followed her down the corridor
"Why are you running away? Hello? I just wanted to introduce myself, I'm Jenny by the way, hello?"
The voice sounded a little frightened and worried but Trish blocked it out. She knew that person wasn't quite human and that was the part she was running away from.
*
"Sara, will you quit looking at me like that! You know I hate sympathy" growled Mark, shooting his wife a deadly look
"Look at you like what?" Sara asked innocently, leaning against a table
"Like you you're gonna start telling me to take it easy and all crap like that" replied Mark
"Consider me warned" she retorted "I wouldn't dream of doing anything like that"
"Like shit" Mark muttered under his breath
He knew he was being unfair, Sara hardly ever tried to stop him from doing anything when it came to wrestling. She knew it was pointless and she didn't attempt to intervene, only when she felt it was absolutely necessary. He should be grateful although there were times he probably could have done with someone telling him to take a back seat instead of going out to try and save the show and his reputation.
Sara rolled her eyes. Mark was getting a little paranoid about people patronising him when it came to his injury. She knew it was painful, she'd seen him looking at it in pain and discomfort. She had some scars herself, ones on her arms she'd hidden beneath a white sweater. Absently she formed a light ball in one hand and tossed it from one to the other. Mark looked at her in growing astonishment and a tinge of annoyance. Noticing his stares, she turned to him smiling a little
"What?" she asked, still throwing the ball
"You're freaking me out doing things like that" he said
"Why? It's just light, it's not going to hurt you unless I throw it at you"
"Which you might do"
"Would I?"
"Maybe"
Sara sighed and dissolved the ball by closing both hands around it and pressing. Mark continued to watch her until she looked back
"Mark, stop doing that! Look, I only found out that I have these powers yesterday, give me a chance to experiment, ok?" she pleaded
"It's too much like Jezebel"
"What, because we can both make energy balls? Her's are green electricity and mine are white light, bit of a difference, oh and the fact that her's are bone chilling cold and mine are hot, we're opposites in case you haven't noticed" Sara said, shaking her head
The door slammed open. Trish stood in the doorway, eyes wide, breathing hard. Mark turned slowly, deliberately to take in her confused wild expression. Sara stood up concerned and crossed the room to Trish's side.
"Trish? What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost" she said, putting a hand on Trish's shoulder
"I've seen something worse" replied Trish "I've seen Jezebel"
Read, enjoy, review! Thanks to those who take time to say what they think as it is greatly appreciated, so big thanks!! (shout outs - FEMALE PHENOM: great to have u back reviewing girl! I love to hear ur opinion and ideas, keep them coming! And FALLEN ANGEL: hope this relieves the cliff hanger for u, I loved ur shameless promo, that was great, lol! Hope u like this chapter and find time to email me honey, miss typing 2 u) Keep reading and reviewing.
