WWE Fan Fiction ❯ I Need Someone to Hold Me ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

LizaAnne: And we're back

Ian: *monotone* Whoo. . . Hoo?

Hiei: *monotone* Yea?

Dani: I love life

LizaAnne: What the fuck is wrong with YOU?!

Dani: *singsong* I have a boyfriend

Pie Boy: Oh, god. Not another poor unfortunate soul

LizaAnne: And I don't have a boyfriend. Why the fuck do you think I'm writing these stories? Thanks for the self-esteem boost, Dan. *pouts* Just for that YOU do the disclaimer.

Dani: *glares* LizaAnne12136's disclaimer is in the first chapter. I'm NOT repeating it.

Pie Boy: Enjoy

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Jeff entered the room slowly only to see Matt sitting wide awake reading.

"I thought you were tired," Jeff said bitterly running a hand through his multi-coloured hair.

Matt sat up straighter. "What's wrong, Jeff?"

"She's got a boyfriend dipshit."

"I never knew. She never told me and I call her every night."

"Goddammit. I was so close to kissing her too," Jeff mumbled.

Matt got a look of reasoning on his face. "Did she act different than when she first met you?" he asked.

"Yeah," Jeff replied. "She cowered away and asked if I were mad at her."

Matt's look turned from reasoning to sickened.

"I was afraid of that," Matt said. "It's probably Drew."

"Whose that?"

The guy Ange left for Michael. I want to kill his ass."

Jeff asked the only thing that came to mind, "Why?"

"Jeff. . . he . . . he hits Angelleine."

Jeff wanted to find Drew and kill him right then and there.

"Why did she go back to him?" he asked trying to keep calm.

"She's got it in that thick skull of hers that Drew," Mat said the name as if it were poison itself,"loves her and that she deserves to be hit."

Jeff pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. He looked around the room. It had two twin beds, a desk, and action figures of: Jerry "The King" Lawler, Mark "The Undertaker" Calloway, Glenn "Kane" Jacobs, and, of course, The Hardy Boyz.

"Is this your room?" Jeff asked.

Matt looked up from the papers he had begun reading again as if noticing the room for the first time. "Pretty much, yeah."

Jeff turned to the desk. It had pictures of: Matt, Angelleine, Amy "Lita" Dumas, and two guys Jeff didn't know. Jeff picked up a picture of Matt, Angelleine, and a guy that looked like John Cena and Angelleine. In the picture, Matt a hold of Angelleine's ankles and the guy had hold of Angelleine's wrists. All three were laughing.

Jeff picked it up and turned to Matt. "Who's this?"

Matt looked over, straining to see the picture. "That's Ange's half twin, Angello."

Jeff's face twisted into a questioning look. "Half twin?"

"Yeah, she's not really related to John. Her brothers are. All six of them."

Jeff's face retained the look. "Then why the last name 'Cena'?"

"Angelleine was the result of a rape and her step-dad told her mom to put his name on the birth certificate. We knew her mom in fact."

"We did?"

"Yeah, remember Miss Natheah?"

"Oh, yeah. The nice lady that worked at Wal mart." (A/N: Dani: WAL MART? LizaAnne: I was under pressure! Get off me!)

Jeff looked at the other pictures. There was one of Angelleine in a black bikini, doing a pose on the beach. Her face was obviously air brushed. In the corner of the picture, written in silver, were the words,

Matt,

Stay cool. Stay Xtreme.

Angelleine

Jeff found his voice. "What the hell?"

Matt straightened his back to see the picture his brother was holding. "Oh," he laughed. "We did that as a joke. She's got one from me that says the same thing."

"She's extreme?"

"Oh, yeah. You outta see her Black Dragon's Whip."

"What is it?"

"It's two German Suplexes, an Irish whip, and a standing clothesline."

"What's he finishing move?"

"Her most popular move is the Black Dragon's Thorn. It's four German Suplexes, a move similar to the Twist of Fate, and a Swanton Bomb."

"Ow," was all Jeff could say as he dropped his pants to reveal his boxers. (A/N: LizaAnne: *drools*) He took off his shirt and crawled into the vacant bed. Matt lay the papers on the nightstand, turned out the light, and went to sleep. Jeff soon followed.

Angelleine woke up the next morning with Drew looking down at her.

"Get dressed," he growled.

Angelleine looked at the clock.

"Drew, it's 5:30 in the morning."

"I don't give a fucking shit what time it is. Do as I told you. We need to talk."

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Dani: THAT'S IT?!

LizaAnne: Boy, it's a nice view from those cliffs. Ain't it Ian?

Ian: I hate you

Tristan: Hey, guys

LizaAnne: TRISTAN! *hugs*

Pie Boy: Review please!