Yep you guessed it.... I still only own Cheyenne........ and Please guys review after you read......... Why? you ask...... cause it let's me know if I need to stop with this little obsession I have with writting and just stick to reading those that can acctually write......


Chapter 3

"Hey John! Can you bring me the tape from the garage?" I asked as I was tightening the bottom rope.

"Yeah, sure!" he called back, as he turned to make his way to the building.

"Just a little tighter, Cheyenne." Marti instructed me from the other side of the ring, "You got it... Just a few more turns should do it."

I turned the tool a few more times and looked across the ring to where Marti was standing, "Okay, how's that?" I asked wiping my forehead off with the back of my hand.

Marti stood on the bottom rope and bounced, "Yeah great! Now, let's tape 'em up."

We had been working hard since our last bout of wrestling around in the house, and it was starting to get dark. I was beat, but looking out across the ring at the faces of the guys, I knew they were feeling it too. All eight of us had been husting ass to get the ring up before it got too dark and we were close to getting it done.

"Here Chey, take this and I'll finish this up for you." Mark offered, holding out a bottled water.

I pushed the water away and continued wrapping the tape around the cables, "No Mark, it's okay we're almost done..." I started before he placed a hand over mine to still my actions.

"Chey, you're tired and you've done more than we thought you would, or should for that matter. Take the water and go chill out for a bit." he insisted.

"Really Mark, I'm fine..." I started before two large hands grabbed me around the waist and lifted me from the apron and sat my butt on his shoulder.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you, not to argue with your elders?" Glenn asked as he walked with me toward the house.

"Glenn, Fuck you!" Mark laughed and put the water down and went to finishing my job.

"Put me down, Glenn! I'm too heavy to be up on your shoulder like this!" I hollered at him and holding onto his head for support.

Chuckling he leaned forward and gently placed my feet onto the deck, "With pleasure." he stated swatting me on my backside before turning and starting back for the ring.

"You big BRUTE!" I called to his back.

Jeff had been sitting on the deck going through the boxes of gear when I plopped down next to him, "Need any help?"

"Nope... besides weren't you just told to chill out?" he asked sitting up to look at me.

Sticking my tongue out at him I crossed my arms across my chest, "Nobody wants my help?" I whined.

Jeff turned at looked at me with a frown pressed on his face, "Cheyenne, you've done more than most women in our business with the ring and all the other things you've been doing. We are all impressed with your knowledge and skills. You actually remind me of Amy... She's another one that is out there fighting to be one with the boys. Hell, in my opinion you are both a head above the rest."

I smiled at Jeff and placed my hand on his arm, "I'm sorry Jeff... I was only kidding. I know you guys have been thinking of me as one of the guys. It's just I love doing this and I'm wanting to get in there and gut it out with all of you. I just don't want you to think that because I am a woman I can't do it. I want to pay my dues, too, just like all of you had to, ya know?"

Jeff smiled at me and wrapped me in a tight hug, "You've earned my respect for just helping Marti get this done. You could just have left it at that and let us do the rest, but your not in the house cleaning instead of being out here, 'nough said." he stated getting up and patting me on the head.

I sat quietly and watched as Jeff started placing the gear into separate piles and putting the respective name tag on top. I knew he was right... I do more than most women, but I thought it was expected of the women who get into wrestling... I mean aren't we supposed to be hard working, intelligent, and cute? I mean you can't have soft skin and work in this business. You have to get in here and bust your ass twice as hard just to gain the respect of the men and then you have to get the audience. The men in front of me now had accepted me with open arms. They made me feel like a part of their family from the word go, so I know Jeff is telling me the truth, but I can tell it is going to be a battle to keep myself above the standards that I had already set for myself... and with the way they are acting now I have a feeling they are going to try and slow me down by telling me I'm pushing too hard.

Standing up I made my way into the house and up the stairs for a nice hot bath... tomorrow marks the beginning to a long hot summer.