://Twist of Fates
://Co-Written by Darcie and Andrea
://Published 08-24-2002
://Warnings: R for Language, situations involving excessive alcohol abuse, gore, murder.
://Disclaimer: The subject of the following is pure fiction, and those mentioned either belongs to World Wrestling Entertainment and its associates, or myself and the other author of this short story of betrayal, murder and jealousy. Rated R for language and objectionable content.
://Chapter One: Welcome to the WWE
The tension of which ran through WWE New York that night, was thick enough to cut with a knife. The faces of four which were left in the competition of WWE's Tough Enough 3 were settled with nervousness and anticipation; Dakota Hallihan, AJ Andjelic, Jessica Deckem and Anthony Gaylord. The faces of the four trainers; Trish Stratus, Jeff Hardy, Edge and Al Snow, held tension also, it seeming the same question running through their minds... had they made the right choices? All thirteen original members of Tough Enough 3 were at WWE New York also, waiting to see which of their newfound friends would be chosen. Suddenly Al Snow walked to the podium, which was adorned with two Tough Enough 3 trophies.
"Well," He coughed lightly, before continuing, "It's the moment of truth tonight, where two of the final four are picked for WWE Contracts. Instead of me doing the honors, I'd like to pass it to the loveliest of our trainers, Trish Stratus" An applause erupted through WWE New York, as the blonde haired woman took the podium and spotlight from Al Snow. "Well, it's been a great experience working with these kids and I really don't have much else to say, so instead of prolonging this tension I'd like to congratulate our first WWE Tough Enough 3 champion, Dakota Hallihan."
A blank looked had settled itself, upon Dakota's features. "Wha?" She muttered softly. AJ shaking her head with a sigh, poked Dakota to bring her back. Giving a glare to AJ, Dakota slowly rose from her seat with a smirk and sauntered casually up to the stage taking one of the trophies of which Trish was holding out to her.
"Well," Dakota began. "I aint one for words, unless their insults, and my insults aren't to language friendly so.. thanks?" She gave a shrug, and was soon engulfed by hugs from each trainer much to her chagrin. Soon freeing herself, she shook her head and stood next to the grinning Al Snow, dancing impatiently from one foot to the other.
Trish gave a wide smile, and took the other trophy from the podium gazing slowly over the faces of the final three, purposely prolonging the silence.
AJ sighed and rolled her eyes. "Hurry the fuck up," She muttered beneath her breath, getting a stinging look from Anthony Gaylord.
Trish remained quiet for a few more moments before speaking. "And my second congratulatory comment goes to AJ Andjelic."
AJ blinked as she heard her name, then gave a full-of-herself nod standing slowly, and nonchalantly walking up to the stage with a smirk. "Lets see, I could do the nice thing and thank Al Snow, Trish Stratus, Edge and Jeff Hardy.. or I could be me, and just say Squee," Saying nothing more, she took the trophy from Trish and stood near Dakota.
Trish shook her head, now all to use to the weird sayings and comments coming from both AJ and Dakota. "That was wonderful, anyways.. our Tough Enough Champions." Gaze shifted to the two curvy, 22 year old females, both decked out in black, and wearing spiked collars and bracelets. Once again applause erupted through WWE New York, yet was cut short as Anthony Gaylord flipped a table over in anger.
"What the fuck?" He screamed. "I put at least 110 percent into this fucking contest, and two goddamn, full of themselves females, who probably don't give a shit, win?"
"Excuse me?" Inquired Dakota, with an arch of a slender brow. Placing her trophy on stage, she hopped easily down and sauntered towards Anthony, punching him suddenly in nose, a sickening crack echoing lightly. AJ smirked, and followed Dakota, a sudden hard knee to the groin of Anthony Gaylord given. "Watch who you talk to fucker." Dakota smirked widely, as crimson flowed thickly to the floor, the source.. nose of Anthony Gaylord. AJ laughed lightly, and shook her head. "Priceless, a Kodak moment."
- 1 . m o n t h . l a t e r -
Dakota sauntered casually up to AJ, who was watching Shannon Moore take on Chuck Palumbo. "Damn I love it here" She muttered, though gaze soon tore away from the muscled males, as Dakota jabbed her in the ribs. "Ow, what the hell, Kota?"
"Guess what?" Dakota, not waiting for an answer continued. "Jeff's coming to Smackdown, and Matt is going back to Raw." To her comment, AJ smiled lightly. Jeff, was their former trainer for Tough Enough. The only one missing, would be Trish, oh well two outta three wasn't bad. Dakota smirked, as she looked to the monitor, then back to dark brown haired female, who had streaked her hair orange and blue. "Cool huh?"
AJ gave a nod. "Like hell it is. Did you re-streak your hair?" Inquiry was given, as Edge suddenly suddenly ambled over to the two, shaking his head. "I re-streaked mine.. can't you tell?" He set himself up in the most girliest pose possible.
Dakota shook her head, appalled at his actions. "Adam.. you need a life." Edge sighed. "Do you have to remind me?" He shook his head, before AJ piped up. "Every chance we get!"
Adam sighed, and shook his head again. "Anyways, I came to risk my sanity to ask you two if you wanted to come to a little poker game tonight. Ron is putting it on.. as usual." AJ grinned, and then gave a short nod. "Yeah sure... sounds cool." Dakota gave a shrug. "Yeah...whatever."
://Co-Written by Darcie and Andrea
://Published 08-24-2002
://Warnings: R for Language, situations involving excessive alcohol abuse, gore, murder.
://Disclaimer: The subject of the following is pure fiction, and those mentioned either belongs to World Wrestling Entertainment and its associates, or myself and the other author of this short story of betrayal, murder and jealousy. Rated R for language and objectionable content.
://Chapter One: Welcome to the WWE
The tension of which ran through WWE New York that night, was thick enough to cut with a knife. The faces of four which were left in the competition of WWE's Tough Enough 3 were settled with nervousness and anticipation; Dakota Hallihan, AJ Andjelic, Jessica Deckem and Anthony Gaylord. The faces of the four trainers; Trish Stratus, Jeff Hardy, Edge and Al Snow, held tension also, it seeming the same question running through their minds... had they made the right choices? All thirteen original members of Tough Enough 3 were at WWE New York also, waiting to see which of their newfound friends would be chosen. Suddenly Al Snow walked to the podium, which was adorned with two Tough Enough 3 trophies.
"Well," He coughed lightly, before continuing, "It's the moment of truth tonight, where two of the final four are picked for WWE Contracts. Instead of me doing the honors, I'd like to pass it to the loveliest of our trainers, Trish Stratus" An applause erupted through WWE New York, as the blonde haired woman took the podium and spotlight from Al Snow. "Well, it's been a great experience working with these kids and I really don't have much else to say, so instead of prolonging this tension I'd like to congratulate our first WWE Tough Enough 3 champion, Dakota Hallihan."
A blank looked had settled itself, upon Dakota's features. "Wha?" She muttered softly. AJ shaking her head with a sigh, poked Dakota to bring her back. Giving a glare to AJ, Dakota slowly rose from her seat with a smirk and sauntered casually up to the stage taking one of the trophies of which Trish was holding out to her.
"Well," Dakota began. "I aint one for words, unless their insults, and my insults aren't to language friendly so.. thanks?" She gave a shrug, and was soon engulfed by hugs from each trainer much to her chagrin. Soon freeing herself, she shook her head and stood next to the grinning Al Snow, dancing impatiently from one foot to the other.
Trish gave a wide smile, and took the other trophy from the podium gazing slowly over the faces of the final three, purposely prolonging the silence.
AJ sighed and rolled her eyes. "Hurry the fuck up," She muttered beneath her breath, getting a stinging look from Anthony Gaylord.
Trish remained quiet for a few more moments before speaking. "And my second congratulatory comment goes to AJ Andjelic."
AJ blinked as she heard her name, then gave a full-of-herself nod standing slowly, and nonchalantly walking up to the stage with a smirk. "Lets see, I could do the nice thing and thank Al Snow, Trish Stratus, Edge and Jeff Hardy.. or I could be me, and just say Squee," Saying nothing more, she took the trophy from Trish and stood near Dakota.
Trish shook her head, now all to use to the weird sayings and comments coming from both AJ and Dakota. "That was wonderful, anyways.. our Tough Enough Champions." Gaze shifted to the two curvy, 22 year old females, both decked out in black, and wearing spiked collars and bracelets. Once again applause erupted through WWE New York, yet was cut short as Anthony Gaylord flipped a table over in anger.
"What the fuck?" He screamed. "I put at least 110 percent into this fucking contest, and two goddamn, full of themselves females, who probably don't give a shit, win?"
"Excuse me?" Inquired Dakota, with an arch of a slender brow. Placing her trophy on stage, she hopped easily down and sauntered towards Anthony, punching him suddenly in nose, a sickening crack echoing lightly. AJ smirked, and followed Dakota, a sudden hard knee to the groin of Anthony Gaylord given. "Watch who you talk to fucker." Dakota smirked widely, as crimson flowed thickly to the floor, the source.. nose of Anthony Gaylord. AJ laughed lightly, and shook her head. "Priceless, a Kodak moment."
- 1 . m o n t h . l a t e r -
Dakota sauntered casually up to AJ, who was watching Shannon Moore take on Chuck Palumbo. "Damn I love it here" She muttered, though gaze soon tore away from the muscled males, as Dakota jabbed her in the ribs. "Ow, what the hell, Kota?"
"Guess what?" Dakota, not waiting for an answer continued. "Jeff's coming to Smackdown, and Matt is going back to Raw." To her comment, AJ smiled lightly. Jeff, was their former trainer for Tough Enough. The only one missing, would be Trish, oh well two outta three wasn't bad. Dakota smirked, as she looked to the monitor, then back to dark brown haired female, who had streaked her hair orange and blue. "Cool huh?"
AJ gave a nod. "Like hell it is. Did you re-streak your hair?" Inquiry was given, as Edge suddenly suddenly ambled over to the two, shaking his head. "I re-streaked mine.. can't you tell?" He set himself up in the most girliest pose possible.
Dakota shook her head, appalled at his actions. "Adam.. you need a life." Edge sighed. "Do you have to remind me?" He shook his head, before AJ piped up. "Every chance we get!"
Adam sighed, and shook his head again. "Anyways, I came to risk my sanity to ask you two if you wanted to come to a little poker game tonight. Ron is putting it on.. as usual." AJ grinned, and then gave a short nod. "Yeah sure... sounds cool." Dakota gave a shrug. "Yeah...whatever."