Take A Chance
Note: All I own are Lana Crimson and Jaycie Jordans along with one of my friends who also used their names for stories on Fanfiction. Read her stories too! I do not own any wrestlers that may come up, I do not own the general manager or any announcer people or any one else from TNA.
"Lana, get up. We have to be at the airport by 5:00am," Jaycie Jordans shook her friend awake.
Lana Crimson rolled over and groaned as she sat up, "Who the hell books a 5:45am flight?"
"Obviously our new boss," Jaycie laughed. "Now get dressed, packed, and let's go."
"Ugh!" Lana threw her sheets back over her head. "Remind me to murder our new boss when we see him," she muttered from under the sheets.
Jaycie tore the bed sheets off her, "One, get your lazy ass outta bed. Two, I really don't think arriving in Florida and instantly killing our new boss would be a very good plan."
Lana groaned and rolled over, falling off the bed, Jaycie laughed. Lana's arm came up with one gesture before she got up and took a pair of clothes into the bathroom.
"Last call for Flight 172," the receptionist called over the system. "Last call for Flight 172."
"Hurry up, Lana," Jaycie yelled at Lana, who was slowly making her way to where to board the plane.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," she yawned.
Lana and Jaycie boarded the plane and got into their seats.
"Please stay buckled until the 'Buckle Your Seat-belt' sign goes out, thank you," a woman uttered over the system.
"OK, so we're flying down from Wisconsin to Florida to be in TNA, and we can't even fly first class? That's shady," Lana whined.
"Get over it," Jaycie laughed.
"Your mom," Lana muttered. She leaned against the window, "Wake me up when we get there. If the plane doesn't crash first."
"Yes, Master," Jaycie said.
"Damn straight," Lana smiled and fell asleep.
A tired Lana and an awoken Jaycie walked out of the airport with their stuff. "Larry said we're supposed to have a rental car waiting for us when we get here," Jaycie stated.
"A rental car? No limousines with hot guys waiting for us?" Lana complained.
"Can you quit complaining?"
"Not until I get three days of sleep, non-stop."
Jaycie laughed and scanned the premises for a car with their names next to it.
"You've got to be kidding me," she heard Lana say.
"What?" she turned.
Lana pointed to an old, beat up, ugly, brown station wagon with a sign with their names next to it.
"Gross," Jaycie said.
"Agreed. We can't drive that. That's just nasty," Lana started walking toward the car.
They reached the car, and Lana looked inside.
"Oh, you must be Ms. Crimson and Ms. Jordans," an older man handed the keys to Lana.
"Thanks," she forced a smile.
"It's all yours," he smiled and walked away.
"This car is older than my great grandpa," Jaycie said.
"Amen to that," Lana opened the driver's side and popped the trunk. "Shall we?"
"No," Jaycie looked at the car.
"Let's go," Lana threw their stuff in the back and got in the driver's seat.
Jaycie got in the passenger's side and with that, they drove off.
"We're lost," Jaycie said.
"We're not lost," Lana forced through clenched teeth.
"I told you to take a left on Lincoln."
"You did not! You said keep going straight on Traklin."
"We're not even on Traklin!"
Lana sighed, "We'll find it eventually"
"Eventually? Our meeting with Mr. Zybysco is in fifteen minutes!"
"Do you want to drive?"
"Yes!"
"OK then!" Lana let go of the wheel.
"What are you doing?"
"You wanted to drive."
Jaycie grabbed the wheel, "Take the wheel before you kill us."
Lana leaned back in her seat, "C'mon, Jaycie. Live a little, you said you wanted to drive, so here you are driving." Lana pressed on the gas more.
"Lana, stop!"
They were racing toward a four-way intersection with a red light.
"I can't stop, you're the one driving," Lana smiled.
"I'm not behind the wheel!" Jaycie yelled, still trying to keep the car under control.
"So presuming you're not behind the wheel means your not driving?"
"You're so damn stubborn! Drive!"
"You want me to drive now?"
"Yes!"
"Yes what?"
"I want you to drive!"
With that, Lana sat back up and slammed on the brakes before they hit the intersection and laughed.
"You're crazy! You know that?"
"That's one of the reasons we're friends. You can not tell me that you didn't get a complete rush from that!" Lana exclaimed.
"Just drive and find where we need to go," Jaycie sighed.
"Found it," Lana smiled. They ended up just across the street from the TNA building. "See, now I give you props. If you never wanted to drive, I don't think we would have found it for a long while."
"Shut up."
Lana laughed and pulled over across the street from the building.
OK, so this is like my first wrestling fanfic I've ever put online. Hope you guys like it!
The one and only,
Carly K.