://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 Three: The Joy of Hangovers
Dakota groaned heavily as she slowly slipped out of bed, it taking longer than usual for vision to come into focus. She sighed, remember the amount of liquor consumed. She suddenly gagged, as that thought ran through her mind and raced as quickly as she could to the bathroom.
AJ groaned, as she awoke. Still half-asleep she attempted to get up, yet instead rolled off the bed and landed with a loud thump. She released another groan and slowly got to her feet, stumbling to the bathroom only to find Dakota lurched over the toilet. "Hurry up Kota.."
Dakota dismissed AJ with a wave of her hand. "Get your own fucking bathroom." Slowly raising from her spot, she roughly shoved AJ out of the bathroom slamming the door, which caused both girls to wince.
Scowling lightly, AJ searched the room for Tylenol for most of the half an hour Dakota had claimed the bathroom hers. Finally, Dakota emerged from the bathroom in regular attire of black combat boots, baggy black jeans, belly- bearing black tank top, spiked black collar, spiked bracelets and thick black eyeliner. AJ glared lightly at Dakota. "God finally, what were you doing in there?" Dakota rolled her eyes. "Maybe you should get up earlier." AJ stuck her tongue out. "Yes mommy." Dakota smirked, and patted AJ's head. "Good girl." Scowling again, AJ slipped into the bathroom with an armload of clothing and accessories, locking the door behind her.
Dakota snickered and flicked the T.V on, though show was interrupted by light knocking at the door. Slender brow arched quizzically, as she tramped to the door, opening it slowly. "Oh God.. what do you two want?" Query was directed to the two males at the door, Jeff Hardy and Adam Copeland. "Let us in, please?" The two males questioned in unison, flashing award winning grins. Dakota sighed, then shrugged. "Yeah, I guess you could." Turning, she threw herself back on her bed, resuming her attention to the TV.
Adam smirked, and lowered himself to the floor, leaning against the bed, while Jeff Hardy poked through Dakota and AJ's things. "Where's AJ?" Dakota smacked Adam across the back of the head with her own smirk, then looked to Jeff. "Your such a dumb ass, Hardy. Can you not hear the water running? Hmm Lemme guess, she could be having a shower." Dakota's tone was nothing less than sarcastic, she rolling her eyes at the multi-haired male. Jeff frowned, then picked up the letter of which had been found last night. "Have you guys figured this out?"
"Obviously we didn't since we were piss ass drunk." AJ's voice flowed sarcastically into the room, as she emerged from the bathroom, attire much like Dakota's, black combat boots, baggy black jeans, belly bearing, wide strapped tank-top, detached fish-net sleeves, spiked collar and a medium line of eyeliner. "It's some whacked out freak, trying to scare the rookies." She snatched the envelope and letter from Jeff, and threw it in the corner of the room. "Oh a whacked out freak, you mean like you two?"
Dakota glared at Jeff. "I may be a bitch and a freak, but I aint whacked out." Throwing the remote at Adam, she got up and tackled Jeff on AJ's bed, and began poking him, as AJ held him down once again.
Adam shook his head, as he smirked at the three, then picked the riddle of which AJ had thrown in the corner, studying it a bit. "You two should take this seriously." Dakota rolled her eyes, and got off of Jeff. "Lighten up." Smirking, she wretched the paper from Adam, and tackled him on top of Jeff.
AJ leapt from her bed, and stood next to Dakota, watching Adam and Jeff, then shook her head. "Hell I need coffee, what about you Kota?" Dakota smacked AJ. "Like Hell I do.. when don't I need caffeine." AJ shrugged. "I dunno, we dun really need, jus' want it"
Adam sighed and shook his head. "You two need anything but coffee." AJ and Dakota both glared at Adam. "Shut-up Adam" Dakota hissed, then glared at Jeff, who got up raising his hands in defense. "Hey don't glare at me, I didn't do anything."
- L a t e r . t h a t . m o r n i n g -
As AJ piled her last bag into the car, she looked to Dakota. "Remind me why we're riding with them." Nod was cast in Adam and Jeff's direction. "So we can serenade them, of course" AJ smirked and gave nod. "Wait, you mean torture, right?" Dakota rolled her eyes, they both now seeming much better. "Yes AJ." She smacked her across the back of the head. "You stupid git"
Adam smirked, and shook his head. "Get in the damn car." Jeff stretched slowly, closing the trunk of which AJ had carelessly left open. "Shot-gun!" Dakota and AJ yelled at the same time. "No way Kota, I so called it first!" Dakota shook her head. "You did not, get the fuck outta my way." Jeff leaned lightly out of the car, to grab the back of AJ's tight fitting, fish- net sleeved, belly-bearing shirt and pulled her back, allowing Dakota access to the front seat. Dakota grinned at Jeff, as she sat. "I owe you one."
"This so sucks wang" AJ complained as she slid into the back seat. "Kota switch places, please?" Dakota smirked. "Lemme think about that. Why would I sit with it?"
AJ growled, crossing her arms over her chest in defeat. "Damn you all to hell." Dakota grinned. "Yeah well, see yeah there AJ." Jeff smirked, and began to poke the pouting AJ, who turned and bit him "Fuck! She bit me." Adam shook his head with a grin. "Yeah, wonder who she learned that from.." A sidelong glance was given to Dakota, who ignored him. Yet at that moment, 'Cleaning out my closet' by Eminem came on the radio, both girls singing to it. "Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? Well I have.. I've picketed and protested against.." Jeff and Adam shook their heads.. it was gonna be a long trip.
- C l e v e l a n d : T h e . S h o w -
Dakota and AJ laughed hysterically as they entered their locker room, just having finished a no DQ tag match against Jackie Gayda and Linda Miles. "Oh god, that was hella funny." Cried AJ. "Hell, using those tables was so fun!" Dakota nodded. "Fuck yeah! Oh don't forget the ladder.. it helped us win." AJ smirked and gave a nod. "Yeah I should go thank Mr. Ladder sometime.."
Rummaging through her bag, Dakota came across an envelope much like the one Adam had found the other night. "AJ, its another letter." AJ turned to look at Dakota, then the envelope. Taking it from her, she opened it slowly to read the riddle on the paper. "I now wear a white collar, yet in the past 'Get the Tables' I would holler. Soon I shall reside of who I testify."
"What the fuck?" Dakota shook her head, scanning over the riddle. "A white collar.. white collar.. white collar. A priest!!"
"Though tables?" AJ inquired with a quizzical look. "The Dud-" Her sentence was cut short as a knock on the door sounded. Dakota opened it slowly, to see Coachman standing there. "Have you two seen D-Von anywhere?" Dakota shook her head. "Uhm no. Why?" The Coach sighed. "He never showed up at the arena, though Batista did, and he hasn't seen him either." AJ shrugged. "We don't know.. sorry" Nodding, The Coach walked away, Dakota turning slowly to AJ. "First Tazz and that riddle, now D-Von and this riddle."
"Maybe Adam's right, maybe we should take this seriously.." Dakota shrugged. "Don't get uptight on me, now. God, we'll just show 'em later.. its fine"
://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 Three: The Joy of Hangovers
Dakota groaned heavily as she slowly slipped out of bed, it taking longer than usual for vision to come into focus. She sighed, remember the amount of liquor consumed. She suddenly gagged, as that thought ran through her mind and raced as quickly as she could to the bathroom.
AJ groaned, as she awoke. Still half-asleep she attempted to get up, yet instead rolled off the bed and landed with a loud thump. She released another groan and slowly got to her feet, stumbling to the bathroom only to find Dakota lurched over the toilet. "Hurry up Kota.."
Dakota dismissed AJ with a wave of her hand. "Get your own fucking bathroom." Slowly raising from her spot, she roughly shoved AJ out of the bathroom slamming the door, which caused both girls to wince.
Scowling lightly, AJ searched the room for Tylenol for most of the half an hour Dakota had claimed the bathroom hers. Finally, Dakota emerged from the bathroom in regular attire of black combat boots, baggy black jeans, belly- bearing black tank top, spiked black collar, spiked bracelets and thick black eyeliner. AJ glared lightly at Dakota. "God finally, what were you doing in there?" Dakota rolled her eyes. "Maybe you should get up earlier." AJ stuck her tongue out. "Yes mommy." Dakota smirked, and patted AJ's head. "Good girl." Scowling again, AJ slipped into the bathroom with an armload of clothing and accessories, locking the door behind her.
Dakota snickered and flicked the T.V on, though show was interrupted by light knocking at the door. Slender brow arched quizzically, as she tramped to the door, opening it slowly. "Oh God.. what do you two want?" Query was directed to the two males at the door, Jeff Hardy and Adam Copeland. "Let us in, please?" The two males questioned in unison, flashing award winning grins. Dakota sighed, then shrugged. "Yeah, I guess you could." Turning, she threw herself back on her bed, resuming her attention to the TV.
Adam smirked, and lowered himself to the floor, leaning against the bed, while Jeff Hardy poked through Dakota and AJ's things. "Where's AJ?" Dakota smacked Adam across the back of the head with her own smirk, then looked to Jeff. "Your such a dumb ass, Hardy. Can you not hear the water running? Hmm Lemme guess, she could be having a shower." Dakota's tone was nothing less than sarcastic, she rolling her eyes at the multi-haired male. Jeff frowned, then picked up the letter of which had been found last night. "Have you guys figured this out?"
"Obviously we didn't since we were piss ass drunk." AJ's voice flowed sarcastically into the room, as she emerged from the bathroom, attire much like Dakota's, black combat boots, baggy black jeans, belly bearing, wide strapped tank-top, detached fish-net sleeves, spiked collar and a medium line of eyeliner. "It's some whacked out freak, trying to scare the rookies." She snatched the envelope and letter from Jeff, and threw it in the corner of the room. "Oh a whacked out freak, you mean like you two?"
Dakota glared at Jeff. "I may be a bitch and a freak, but I aint whacked out." Throwing the remote at Adam, she got up and tackled Jeff on AJ's bed, and began poking him, as AJ held him down once again.
Adam shook his head, as he smirked at the three, then picked the riddle of which AJ had thrown in the corner, studying it a bit. "You two should take this seriously." Dakota rolled her eyes, and got off of Jeff. "Lighten up." Smirking, she wretched the paper from Adam, and tackled him on top of Jeff.
AJ leapt from her bed, and stood next to Dakota, watching Adam and Jeff, then shook her head. "Hell I need coffee, what about you Kota?" Dakota smacked AJ. "Like Hell I do.. when don't I need caffeine." AJ shrugged. "I dunno, we dun really need, jus' want it"
Adam sighed and shook his head. "You two need anything but coffee." AJ and Dakota both glared at Adam. "Shut-up Adam" Dakota hissed, then glared at Jeff, who got up raising his hands in defense. "Hey don't glare at me, I didn't do anything."
- L a t e r . t h a t . m o r n i n g -
As AJ piled her last bag into the car, she looked to Dakota. "Remind me why we're riding with them." Nod was cast in Adam and Jeff's direction. "So we can serenade them, of course" AJ smirked and gave nod. "Wait, you mean torture, right?" Dakota rolled her eyes, they both now seeming much better. "Yes AJ." She smacked her across the back of the head. "You stupid git"
Adam smirked, and shook his head. "Get in the damn car." Jeff stretched slowly, closing the trunk of which AJ had carelessly left open. "Shot-gun!" Dakota and AJ yelled at the same time. "No way Kota, I so called it first!" Dakota shook her head. "You did not, get the fuck outta my way." Jeff leaned lightly out of the car, to grab the back of AJ's tight fitting, fish- net sleeved, belly-bearing shirt and pulled her back, allowing Dakota access to the front seat. Dakota grinned at Jeff, as she sat. "I owe you one."
"This so sucks wang" AJ complained as she slid into the back seat. "Kota switch places, please?" Dakota smirked. "Lemme think about that. Why would I sit with it?"
AJ growled, crossing her arms over her chest in defeat. "Damn you all to hell." Dakota grinned. "Yeah well, see yeah there AJ." Jeff smirked, and began to poke the pouting AJ, who turned and bit him "Fuck! She bit me." Adam shook his head with a grin. "Yeah, wonder who she learned that from.." A sidelong glance was given to Dakota, who ignored him. Yet at that moment, 'Cleaning out my closet' by Eminem came on the radio, both girls singing to it. "Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? Well I have.. I've picketed and protested against.." Jeff and Adam shook their heads.. it was gonna be a long trip.
- C l e v e l a n d : T h e . S h o w -
Dakota and AJ laughed hysterically as they entered their locker room, just having finished a no DQ tag match against Jackie Gayda and Linda Miles. "Oh god, that was hella funny." Cried AJ. "Hell, using those tables was so fun!" Dakota nodded. "Fuck yeah! Oh don't forget the ladder.. it helped us win." AJ smirked and gave a nod. "Yeah I should go thank Mr. Ladder sometime.."
Rummaging through her bag, Dakota came across an envelope much like the one Adam had found the other night. "AJ, its another letter." AJ turned to look at Dakota, then the envelope. Taking it from her, she opened it slowly to read the riddle on the paper. "I now wear a white collar, yet in the past 'Get the Tables' I would holler. Soon I shall reside of who I testify."
"What the fuck?" Dakota shook her head, scanning over the riddle. "A white collar.. white collar.. white collar. A priest!!"
"Though tables?" AJ inquired with a quizzical look. "The Dud-" Her sentence was cut short as a knock on the door sounded. Dakota opened it slowly, to see Coachman standing there. "Have you two seen D-Von anywhere?" Dakota shook her head. "Uhm no. Why?" The Coach sighed. "He never showed up at the arena, though Batista did, and he hasn't seen him either." AJ shrugged. "We don't know.. sorry" Nodding, The Coach walked away, Dakota turning slowly to AJ. "First Tazz and that riddle, now D-Von and this riddle."
"Maybe Adam's right, maybe we should take this seriously.." Dakota shrugged. "Don't get uptight on me, now. God, we'll just show 'em later.. its fine"