Title: My Way
Author: Jami
Lynn
Chapter:
1, short story
Disclaimer: I
don't own any of the wrestlers used in this story, 'cause if I did, I'd be
busy with them right now *grin*. But I do own sam , for she is one of my
personalities. And don't bother suing me...all you'd get is a half eaten
ham sandwich and a bag of chips from 2 years ago. And Limp Bizkitowns
the song. Not me.
Distribution: Ask
me if you can use it, more than likely I will say yes.
Rating: So
far, it's a PG-13
Content: Nothing
bad as of yet, probably won't be anything to bad either....maybe some cussing.
Spoilers: Um...anything
can happen and I'm just writing as I go, so I don't know yet *L*.
Summary: Dont'
we all want it our way?
Feedback: I
need feedback like I need air! So give it to me, babee!
***
"Oh, that's it! He's
driving me up the frickin' wall! I can't take any more of this!" Jeff
hollered to himself, throwing anything he could pick up, at the wall. A
tentative knock came at the door. "What?" he
yelled, before remembering that whoever was on the other side of the door
wasn't who he was mad at. "What?" he asked again,
this time calmer.
The door slowly opened and Jeff saw a girl he knew only
as Samantha, or Sam, standing there. She was Sara Calloway (U.T's wife)
little sister. Sam had been visiting her sister and brother-in-law for
the last few weeks, but she had barely said anything to Jeff, or he to her.
She was a pretty girl. Sam had long blonde hair with big green eyes.
She was 21, he knew, and on break from some college out East.
His thoughts were interrupted when she spoke. "Hi,
I'm Sam. I didn't mean to barge in here or anything, but you sounded
really upset and I was hoping that I could help." Same offered him,
giving a barely there smile.
***
Special
You think you're special
You do
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it when you laugh at me
Look down on me
You walk around on me
Just one more fight
About your leadership
And I will straight up
Leave your shit
Cause I've had enough of this
And now I'm pissed
***
"What can you do?" Jeff asked her with
a snide smile. Sam ignored the snide smile and walked over to sit on a
chair in the locker room. "I can listen. It's better to
vent your words to people rather than to a chair flying at the wall." she
explained to him in a way that made it sound like she had done her share of
venting before.
He looked at her as if she were nuts before deciding to
try her method of maddness out. "Well, my older brother is
pissing me off. He keeps treating me like I'm a 4 year old.
telling me when I can go out, when I should go to sleep, when I should eat and
what I should eat, when I should train, who I should and shouldn't talk to.
And now he's trying to tell me what I can and can't do in the wrestling
ring!" Jeff roared in a way that shocked him. He was shaking
with rage.
He felt a cool hand on the hot skin of his forearm and he
jumped, but Sam didn't remove her hand. "Jeff. Breathe in
deeply a few times for me please. Okay, let's sit down over here.
I want to help you talk this out in a calm manner so you head doesn't explode,
okay?" Jeff nodded and let himself be lead to a chair next to hers.
***
Yeah
This time I'm 'a let it all come out
This time I'm 'a stand up and shout
I'm 'a do things my way
It's my way
My way, or the highway
***
"What happened tonight to make you so
angry?" Sam asked in a soft voice. "We were in the
back talking and he wants to take the Swanton Bomb outta out shows! But,
that's MY move man! The crowd loves it and I love it. But Matt
doesn't. I told him that I didn't want it taken out of the show.
He told me that it was to late. He'd already talked to Vince and the
bookers about it. So, he had went behind my back to get it taken away.
Not for safety reasons but so he could get more spotlight." he
huffed out, trying to keep his voice calm.
"So, your upset that Matt is taking a
leadership/ownership role over your life. Have you tried just talking to
him calmly about it?" Sam asked. "yeah, I have.
And he usually laughs at me, looks down on me, just ignores me or we fight.
Maybe I shoudl just go solo, go into single's matches like Adam Copeland
suggested." Jeff said, the idea rolling around in his head.
***
Just one more fight
About a lot of things
And I will give up everything
To be on my own again
Free again.
***
"Maybe you should go tell him you are
thinking of going off into singles' matches. Tell him what you told me.
See what he says. Then come find me and let me know how it went, okay?
And good luck." Sam told him, squeezing his arm once more for
support before he turned and left the locker room.
He knew where he'd find Matt. He'd be with Amy in
the locker room discussing her match. Jeff knocked on the door, trying
to keep himself psyched up to say what he needed to say. Matt and Amy
both came to the door. "Hey Jeff. I was just
getting ready to head out to the ring. You can watch the match backstage
with Matt if you want." Lita babbled as the adrenaline rush began to
kick in.
"I need to talk to Matt." Jeff told
Lita, giving her a good luck hug. "Man, I need to go support my
woman." Matt whined. "No, you need to support your
brother." Jeff shot back. "What the hell are you
talking about now? Your not still pissed about the whole Swanton Bomb
thing are you?" Matt teased.
Jeff glared back. "Matt, this isn't a
joke. I'm sick of all the crap you have been doing lately. You are
trying to control me and I will not be controlled. You've driven me to
the place where I am seriously considering us going into our own singles'
matches. Then I can control my own life." Jeff told him.
He steeled himself waiting for his big brothers response.
***
Yeah
This time I'm 'a let it all come out
This time I'm 'a stand up and shout
I'm 'a do things my way
It's my way
My way, or the highway.
***
"Jeffy Jeffy Jeffy. My boy. You are
more than welcome to go out there and try all you want to make it on your own.
You won't make it, of course. But you can go try. You know that
when I tell you what to do, it is for the good of your wrestling career.
Remember, I'm the business minded brother here. I know what works and
what doesn't." Matt said, giving him a cold, hard look.
"Matt, you know that I do know what I am doing
in this business. That's why you keep me under a tight leash, so I never
get further out there then you. Well geuss what big brother-you are
going to be the one missin' me." Jeff told him cooly, before walking
back to his locker room
***
Some day you'll see things my way
Cause you never know
Where, you never know
Where you're gonna go
Just one more fight
And I'll be history
Yes I will straight up
Leave your shit
And you'll be the one who's left
Missing me
***
Sam was still in his locker room when he came back in.
"So, how'd it go?" She asked. "Well, I told
him what I felt. Then he told me that I wouldn't make it without him and
stuff like that. Then I told him I could make it on my own and that he'd
be the one missin' me. Then I left." Jeff told her.
"Wow! Jeff, I'm proud of you. That
took guts. You did great. Now whatever happens from now on you'll
know you can handle it." Sam beamed at him. "How long
will you be traveling with the WWF?" he asked her. "Oh,
for awhile. Sara got me a job as a big of a wrestler shrink. I
just graduated and I'm legally a psychiatrist...so you were my first patient,
free of charge." she told him before leaving the room again.
***
Yeah
This time I'm 'a let it all come out
This time I'm 'a stand up and shout
I'm 'a do things my way
It's my way
My way, or the highway
Some day you'll see things my way
Cause you never know
Where, you never know
Where you're gonna go.
