A thin smile crossed Becky's lips as she entered the dressing room she shared with her sister.

Charlie stood there, with her perfect blonde curls and slightly angry blue eyes, her hands on her hips, and scowled at her sister, "Where the hell have you been the last two weeks?"

Let's see…

I've been to the Phillips Arena.

I've been to the Atlanta Hilton.

I've been to Marietta, Georgia.

I've been to Cody's house.

I've been to Cody's parents' house.

I've been to Cody's grandparent's house…

"Around," the raven-haired sister shrugged and attempted to hide her grin as she placed her black duffel bag down on a table.

"Well," the blonde beauty ground her teeth and turned away from Becky, fixing her makeup in the well-lit mirror, "No matter. I'm expecting Randy any moment, so you're just going to have to make yourself scarce."

Becky let out a deep sigh as she applied her sheer lip gloss, "I always do."

Charlie groaned in disgust as she glanced over from her reflection, "Honestly, I don't know how you can reapply that crap when you've got that stupid thing hanging from your lip. It probably gets all over it and shit…"

"What thing?" she arched an eyebrow and swiveled her head towards Charlie.

"You got rid of it," she smirked back. "Well, what do you know, little sister? You do have some fashion sense after all."

The younger woman rolled her eyes in response, "Whatever, Charlie."

"Speaking of fashion… I have to show you something hysterical," Charlie fanned a hand at Becky and turned to her wheelie suitcase, pulling what looked like a dead animal from it.

"What the hell is that…?"

"It's called a wig, Rebecca," it was now Charlie's turn to roll her eyes. "I got it to wear for Randy…"

"Well, if that's what you're into…" Becky shook her head vehemently trying to shake the searing image from her brain.

"Don't be such a party pooper," Charlie laughed and fixed the wig on top of her head before turning to her sister, "Look, I'm you!"

If you were a drag queen…

"Yeah… look at that," she remarked, completely disinterested.

A knock sounded on the door, causing Charlie to smile.

"Hurry up, Becky!" she ordered her sister. "That must be Randy…" she trailed off and walked to the door.

Charlie reached for the doorknob and pulled it, but was surprised when she didn't stare up into the blue eyes of Randy Orton. Instead, she was met with the sapphire orbs of Cody Runnels.

"Oh, Cody…" she trailed off from the door, eliciting a small smile behind her back from Becky. "What a surprise!"

"Um, hi," he smiled sheepishly, "Is your sister here?"

"Oh, you're so silly, Cody," she giggled flirtatiously and lightly tapped him on the chest. "It's just a wig," she added, pulling the mop of black hair from her head and holding it up for him to see. "I'm Charlie."

Cody was clearly growing more uncomfortable by the second, "I'm, uh…"

The raven-haired girl hidden on the other side of the room bit her lip near the point of drawing blood.

He cleared his throat and spoke louder, "I'm actually looking for Becky."

"Becky?" her voice dropped, as did the wig to the floor. "Why the hell are you looking for her?"

"Because he wants to see me," Becky informed her still-stunned older sister, slinging her duffel bag over her shoulder, and pushing past her into the hallway.

"Hey," Cody grinned boyishly at her. "I figured I'd find you here. I came to rescue you."

Rebecca let out a slight chuckle, "What took you so long?"

"Sorry," he looked down at his sneakers. "I hit traffic."

"It's okay, Cody," she assured him as Charlie still stood in the doorway, open mouthed.

"You got everything?" he asked her, taking the duffel bag off of her arm.

"Mhmm…" she nodded and began walking with Cody down the hallway, where she was steadily approaching the one and only Legend Killer.

"Runnels…," Orton addressed the younger man and glanced at the girl to his right. "Becky?!?" he stopped dead in his tracks, almost not recognizing the girl beside him.

The old Rebecca West wore a lip ring, black jeans, black tanks, combat boots, and so much eyeliner and mascara, one would think that it never even washed off at night. The old Rebecca West straightened her hair to the point where it was a straight as a popsicle stick and limply hung a few inches below her shoulders.

However, with a new haircut that left her voluminous hair flipped up just above her shoulders, and wearing ripped jeans, a vintage Led Zeppelin tee shirt, royal blue Converse shoes, and makeup so natural, one would think that her lips were always just that glossy, Randy Orton barely recognized the new, true Rebecca West.

"Orton," she reached up and patted him lightly on the arm, before turning back to glance at her sister. "She's all yours."

"My match is next," Cody announced, turning around to face his girlfriend in black trunks with his initials on the side in gold. "Do you want to stay back here?"

"Not really," Becky shook her head and handed him the Tag Team Title Belt.

He extended his right hand to her, "Then come out there with me."

"Are you sure?" she looked at his hand and then back at his eyes.

"I'm sure," he answered flatly.

"And Bob won't mind?"

"I wouldn't care if he did," he shrugged as he took her hand and laced their fingers.

"Oh, Mr. Runnels," she said in a dreamy, yet sarcastic voice. "How Randy Orton of you."

"Come on," he rolled his eyes as they made their way through the door.

"About damn time you showed up," the platinum blonde man remarked from the gorilla position.

"Sorry," Cody apologized and looked over at the girl on his arm, "I had some business to take care of."

"A valet? Way to keep your head in the game, kid," Bob replied with a sarcastic smile. "You're uh… you're Charlie the Bitch's sister, aren't ya?"

Becky chuckled and nodded, extending a hand, "Becky West. Nice to officially meet you, Mr. Holly."

"Mr. Holly," he raised his eyebrows as he shook her hand. "I'm impressed… are you sure you two are sisters?"

"Unfortunately."

Bob let out a chuckle, "I like this girl. You know what… fuck it. You can valet for us any day."

"I'd like that," she nodded with a smile. "Thank you."

"Good," Holly nodded and began walking to the curtain as their music began to play. "Oh," he turned back towards them, "And Becky?"

"Yeah?" she tilted her head to the side as she stopped and nearly bumped into Cody.

"Call me Bob."

"Ladies and gentleman…" Lillian Garcia boomed loudly into her microphone. "Your winners, and still World Tag Team Champions, Hardcore Holly and Cody Rhodes!"

Becky beamed proudly as she raised the much taller men's hands up in victory, just about as far as she could reach.

Quite frankly, no one was really surprised that the two had beaten the Highlanders. In fact, no one had actually thought it would have been that easy.

Out of nowhere, however, Cade and Murdoch crashed the victory party and took down both Cody and Holly, as Becky scampered to the outside to avoid injury.

"Cody!" she screamed, trying to reach for her boyfriend under the bottom rope.

But she couldn't reach him, no matter how hard she tried. Writhing in pain on the mat, Cody was being blocked off by the steel chair-toting Trevor Murdoch and his massively disgusting sideburns.

"Can't help your pretty boyfriend now, can you there, darlin'?" he continued to taunt her and added a steel chair smash to his ribs to make his point.

Murdoch raised the chair high above his head and looked to his partner, Lance Cade, who mimicked his movements over Bob Holly.

"You think you can take the tag titles from us?" Lance stood over both bodies, a microphone in his hand. "It was a fluke. Just like your careers… a fluke. You got lucky."

"Yeah, lucky," Trevor echoed as both smashed down the chairs onto their rivals' heads. "See? We work well as a team."

"And what do you two do?" Cade smirked again, leaning on the steel chair digging into the mat, leaving an imprint of blood. "Parade around with the gold on your shoulder, in your little tights? And now you've got a girl with you?"

"Yee haw, Lance," Murdoch laughed as he added another smash on Cody's head for good measure, drawing far more blood than Holly had lost. "That makes a pair of champs if I ever heard it!"

By this point, Becky was frozen on her knees, holding on to the ring apron for dear life. Bob was bleeding from the head, but it looked like the cut had just opened on the last chair shot. Cody, on the other hand, was coated in his blood.

Hell, Becky didn't even know if he could see past the crimson liquid flowing freely down his face.

"Cody," she whispered sadly, and shifted her knee, knocking into something underneath the ring.

With a quizzical look on her face, and the hicks in the ring no longer paying her any attention at all, she reached under the apron and found the object she had just bumped into herself.

A Singapore cane.

Rising to her feet, and clutching the long cane in her right hand, Becky quickly glanced at the pair. Murdoch and Cade were leaning on the ropes, making fun of Jerry "The King" Lawler, whom had stood to try and stop the beating taking place.

Seeing the only opportunity she'd most likely have, Becky managed to calm her jelly legs for a moment, long enough to slide into the ring lightly and undetected. She twirled the Singapore cane in her hand as the crowd came to their feet.

Turn around. Turn the fuck around.

Lance wheeled around to see the reason for the crowd's excitement and turned face first into the stick being forcefully swung by Becky. Almost immediately, he dropped to his knees and rolled out of the ring, as it was now his turn to writhe in pain on the ground.

Lucky, the stick hadn't broken and as Murdoch turned around, he came into contact with the cane, as well, which shattered upon contact with his face, drawing blood. Immediately, he dropped to the mat and rolled out to join his partner on the floor outside the ring.

For a moment, Becky stood in the ring and pulled her black locks away from her face, surveying the carnage that around the ring. Four men all lay in the immediate vicinity of her, all bleeding profusely, leaving their crimson stains all over the mat. She might as well have been holding a chainsaw.

Finally shaking the awe from her mind, she dropped to her knees beside Cody and placed a hand on his shoulder, rocking him slightly, a groan escaping from his lips.

"Cody," her hand steadied as she silently plead for him to open his eyes.

His blue eyes fluttered open, "B-Becky?"

"Yeah, it's me," she nodded and rubbed her hand lightly along his bicep, dragging blood with her, "I'm here."

"Get out of here," he moaned slightly, still in an immense amount of pain. "They'll hurt you too."

"I'm fine," Becky shook her head as Bob Holly stirred next to her, also beginning to come to his senses.

"Hey, kid," Holly sat up warily. "You okay?"

Cody let out a grunt as he tried to join him, but failed, "Is that a trick question?"

"Maybe," he reached up and pressed a hand to his own forehead, which returned with some blood on it. "Aww… hell."

"Are they gone?" he asked his girlfriend, his eyes widening to a little more than the slits they were before.

"Hell yeah, man," Bob exclaimed. "Your girlfriend kicked the shit out of them with a Singapore cane."

For the first time, a slight chuckle escaped the young man's lips, "Damn, Rebecca."

For the first time in as long as she could remember, Becky didn't even mind hearing her full name. In fact, from the bloodied lips of Cody Runnels, it actually sounded nice.

"Remind me not to piss her off, kid," Bob stated, finally getting to his knees beside their valet.

"Don't worry, man," Cody blinked as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips, "She'll just clean your house."

Becky shook her head at him and smiled incredulously, "You're lucky you're hurt… or I'd smack you for that one."

"Oh yeah," he rolled his eyes. "I'm so lucky that I'm bleeding profusely from the head."

"I can add to that, if you'd like…"

"Okay now, kids," Bob cut them off and stood up cautiously. "I think you're alright to get up now, Cody."

"I'll try it," he nodded and his tag partner and girlfriend helped him to his feet. "Whoa… stop spinning, guys."

"Seriously," the blonde man shook his head, trying to rid himself of the double image of Cody in front of him. "You and your twin brother need to stop jumping around."

"Christ, you two," Becky shook her head at the two of them sadly. "Bob, you okay to walk on your own?"

"Just because I can see two of everything, doesn't mean I can't walk a straight line."

"I'll take that as a yes, then," she let out a slightly chuckle and turned to Cody, who was leaning on the ring post. "How about you?"

"Maybe…" he trailed off, attempting to take a step forward and nearly falling, "Not."

"Come on," she grabbed his arm, about seven inches above her own, and moved to place it over her shoulder, when Cody pulled away. "What?"

"I don't want to get blood all over you."

"Cody," Becky scoffed at him, "I just attacked Cade and Murdoch with a freaking Singapore cane. Do you think I care about blood?"

"No, it's just that... it'll ruin your clothes," he looked down at his feet sheepishly.

"Cody Garrett Runnels," Becky stared at him as he looked up and locked eyes with her, "I can replace any stupid shirt or pair of jeans I own… I can't replace you."

Becky sat in the lobby of the Emergency Room, nervously tapping her foot and picking at her fingernails. Hospitals had always made her uncomfortable and waiting for Cody was absolute hell.

A slight laugh passed through her lips, realizing what she must appear like to everyone else. Her faded Led Zeppelin shirt was tie-dyed with scarlet and she was pretty sure that some blood had gotten on her jeans, whose blood, though, she couldn't be certain of.

A blonde nurse in her mid fifties approached her in the somewhat empty waiting room, which only held three other people, "Miss West, do you want to go wash up?"

Becky chewed on her lower lip and looked down at her blood-caked forearms, "I promised Cody that I'd be here when the doctor was finished."

"Oh, alright," the nurse nodded. "You're sure?"

"Yeah," the raven-haired woman replied with a nod of her own and let out a small chuckle. "I'm sorry, I know I probably look like a victim of a drive-by."

"It's fine," she replied understandingly. "As long as you really aren't."

"Excuse me," a deep male voice interred, drawing both women's attention to the man at the head of the waiting room. "Is there a Becky West here?"

"That's me," Becky announced and rose to her feet.

"Mr. Runnels is asking for you," the tall man, with graying temples informed her, tucking a chart under his arm. "They're just finishing stitching him up. He's in room 104."

"Thank you," she smiled politely at him as he retreated back towards the examination rooms and then turned back to the nurse. "I'll take it he's heading for the same row of rooms?"

"Yes, he is."

"Thank you," Becky replied and headed off in the direction the doctor had just walked.

She traveled down the long hallway, which oddly enough, began with room 126 and work its way backwards.

Approaching the nurses' station at the end of the corridor, the numbers dropped into the low hundreds. Silently, she began counting down in her head.

110. 108. 106. 104…

Stopping at the doorway, she peered inside and knocked on the wide open door.

There was a doctor at the head of the examination table, where Cody was sitting, and he turned away from him to see who was at the door.

"Ahh," he acknowledged, reaching a dark-skinned hand up to continue his handiwork on his patient's skull, "You must be the infamous Ms. West."

"That's me," Becky asserted, entering the room.

"I've heard some good things about you," the doctor added. "Although, I don't remember Cody here telling me that you shared his passion for blood."

"Well, I must say," she laughed as she approached the table, "He didn't share that with me until tonight either. This is his blood."

"Good, God, Cody," he shook his head, putting the finishing touches up on the nearly-closed cut. "You didn't tell me you were in a shoot out."

Cody grumbled, his eyes slightly darkening, "It's looks worse than it actually is."

The doctor chuckled and disposed of both the needle and gauze before pulling off his gloves and disposing of those, as well, "It always is, Cody. It always is. You're free to go."

"Thanks, Dr. Roberts," he shook the man's hand and hopped down from the table. "I appreciate it."

"It's no problem, kid," the doctor assured his patient. "Just do me a favor… don't go and jump off any ladders any time soon."

"It was a chair…" Cody tried to counter as Dr. Roberts headed for the door.

"Whatever you say, Mr. Runnels. Whatever you say."

"Well, you look like hell."

"Um… thanks, Charlie," Becky furrowed her eyebrows as she entered the hotel room she was sharing with her older sister. "You look nice too."

"What did you do, Rebecca?" her sister scanned her from head to toe with her blue eyes. "Get shot?"

"Yep… I died and now I'm a ghost. Boo."

"That's not funny, Rebecca," Charlie sniped at her younger sister.

"I don't really care. You're the one standing here in a black wig and skin treatment on your face that makes you look like the Wicked Witch of the West, not me," she retorted with a sarcastic smile and then shuffled through her rolling suitcase to find a new pair of clothes.

"You wish you looked this good," the older woman boasted, admiring her freshly manicured fingernails as her sister disappeared into the bathroom.

"Please," Becky rolled her eyes on the other side of the door, turning on the water. "I think I'll pass."

"Oh come on," Charlie continued as the water stopped. "You and I BOTH know that the only reason that little Cody hangs around is me. He's just using you to get to me."

The door opened and Becky stepped out without a trace of blood on her, in a pair of dark blue jeans, a studded belt, and an AC/DC tee, her destroyed clothing balled up in her left hand.

"Right, because I'm sure he appreciated that whole 'it's me, silly' dumb blonde routine you put on earlier in the day," she rolled her eyes noticeably, this time in clear view of her sister.

"Whatever you say, Rebecca…" Charlie shrugged and sat up on the bed. "But when the room's a rockin'… don't come a knocking."

Becky shuttered, "You disgust me sometimes, you know that?"

"Don't care," she flashed a forced grin across the room.

"Bitch," her sister muttered and chuckled the crumpled up clothing into the wastebasket beside the table.

"Um… what do you think you're doing?" Charlie's eyes widened.

"What are you talking about?" she looked at Charlie like she had ten heads.

"You just threw away those clothes! They were vintage!" she exclaimed, completely appalled by what was taking place.

"They were bloodstained. I can buy another set," Becky shrugged and zipped her suitcase shut.

"Alright, I've had enough of this crap," Charlie huffed and stood up from her bed.

"Charlie," her sister closed her eyes and shook her head, her black locks traveling with her. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"You!" she yelled in frustration. "Before, I put up with this crap, figuring you'd grow out of it. I figured… so what if she's the ugly duckling, she'll turn into the swan eventually, right? So I ignored the crispy hair that looked like you baked it in an oven… and even the lip ring that looked like you had a noodle stuck through your mouth. Hell, I even ignored the eyeliner that went from here to Tallahassee," Charlie threw her hands up in the air and let them drop to her sides. "And then you came in here today, in your little vintage tee and ripped jeans and you gave me a little hope, but you shot that one to hell too, didn't you, Rebecca?"

Becky stood there biting her lip as her sister raved on.

"God, what did you do all of those nights alone at home in high school? Couldn't you have at least watched a fashion show… or God forbid, two?" she placed her hands firmly on her hips. "But no… just when I think you've turned a corner, you go and get blood all over yourself in the ring. What were you doing, Rebecca? Finger painting with it?!?"

The younger woman tapped her foot, impatiently waiting for the rant to cease.

"And now you just toss the clothes in the garbage like they were nothing, of no cost, of no consequence. Shirts like that aren't a dime a dozen…"

"They're replaceable," Becky shrugged, growing intolerant of her sister's rampage.

"No, Rebecca," Charlie countered, taking two steps towards her sister, who was standing in front of the door. "That's where you're wrong. Goldfish are replaceable, spoiled milk is replaceable… hell, boyfriends are replaceable. Couture is NOT REPLACEABLE!"

"Wow," Becky shook her head in absolutely astonishment. "How can a girl who has so much going for her be so empty-headed?"

"At least I am my own person!" the older woman exclaimed with an arched eyebrow. "The lip ring, the hair, the clothes… not a single thing about you is even close to original!"

"Oh what?" the black-haired girl laughed. "And you are? How many boob jobs have you had now, Charlie? Two… three?"

"One."

"Oh… right," she played into her sister. "My bad. Oh wait a second… I forgot. You're a blonde. You don't always remember anything anyway. Woops. You're not even a natural blonde either. Whose the original one, now, Charlotte? Ha… you can't even go by your birth name, you're so fake."

"That's it!" Charlie screamed, charging at her sister, when a knock on the door sounded, causing her to stop in her tracks.

"Oh," Becky feigned surprise and picked up her suitcase and duffel bag. "That must be Cody," she smiled at her sister, sarcasm dripping off her every word like sap from a tree, and opened the door.

"Hey, Becky," the blue-eyed, six feet, once inch tall piece of muscle that was Cody Runnels beamed at her on the other side of the doorframe. "You ready to go?"

"Mhmm," she nodded as he took her bag from her hands and pushed her wheeling suitcase into the hallway. "I'm ready."

Cody peered over her head and squinted at Charlie on the other side of the room, "Oh, hi, Charlie. Is that what you're wearing to Maria's costume birthday party? I didn't know it was tonight…"

Charlie's jaw clenched, "That's next week."

"Oh. Well, it looks very realistic," he noted and turned back to his girlfriend. "You have everything?"

Becky looked at the closet to her right, which was only filled with her sister's items, and then back at her boyfriend, "Yep. Let's go."

"Okay," he nodded and then once again looked into the room at Charlie. "Bye, Charlie… I mean, uh… Wicked Witch of the West! Can't wait to see the rest of your costume next week!" Cody added as Becky pushed him into the hallway, her hand firmly on his chest.

Charlie huffed through her nose twice, took a deep breath, and then let out a shrill scream, so high-pitched it could shatter glass. Quickly, Becky reached back and shut the door behind her, muffling the shriek.

Cody vehemently shook his head, trying to get the ringing noise out of his ears, as they approached the elevator.

"Good God, do you scream like that?"

"No," his girlfriend replied with a chuckle as they stepped into the open elevator.

"What the hell happened to her?" Cody inquired curiously, leaning against the back wall.

"Her roots were showing," Becky shrugged innocently as the doors to the elevator closed, leaving the sounds of Charlie's screaming to echo behind them on the third floor.

A/N: So there was a request by numerous people to continue this story into a long fiction. However, I am not one to extend a story into a future that has not occurred yet. As it is, writing into the New Year wasn't something I wanted to do, but felt it was essential to the story. With an immense amount of urging from my muse, Becky... I've decided to continue this story and make it into a long story. It won't be updated as often as my other stories, but it will be updated every three or four weeks.

That being said, I hope you liked the sequel to Fascinating New Thing and enjoyed some of the jokes in this story. I think this one's a little more lighthearted than the previous one, but nonetheless, I do love this story just as much.

Please review!

Danielle