://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 Four: Chucky and His Whip
AJ crawled out of the rental car, muscles stiff from the two-hour drive. Dakota climbed out of the back seat, groaning as her knees and neck cracked audibly. "Next time we get a bigger car." She complained, glaring at Adam, who was looking quite pleased with himself. "Either that or we cut down on the people we travel with." AJ said, punching Jeff in the stomach.
Jeff groaned and fell against the car, while Dakota and AJ exchanged a very pleased with themselves look. Adam simply laughed at the expression on Jeff's face. "Anyways! We should probably get our rooms straightened out." He said, and began towards the hotel lobby. "Eh, no shit Sherlock." Dakota replied, following with AJ and lastly Jeff.
-Later that night-
AJ groaned, sprawled on her bed. "If someone paid me a hundred bucks, I still wouldn't move." She commented, staring at the ceiling. Dakota was curled up on her own bed, kicking Adam who was enjoying poking her. "Stop poking me ass hole." She mumbled into her pillow, smacking the blonde male in the leg.
"But why?" Adam pouted, and poked her again in the shoulder. Dakota groaned and kicked him. Once again, she had failed to remove her combat boots. "Damn it woman! Those things hurt." He yelped in pain, and grabbed her leg as she wiggled off the bed to a move subdued location: The floor. Jeff looked up from his place on the floor, blinking at Dakota, who was half off the bed and hanging upside down.
"Umm. isn't that uncomfortable?" he asked, and ignored the cold glare Dakota shot him in reply. "AJ beat that man for me." AJ promptly obliged and hit Jeff continuously with a pillow.
Dakota struggled and fell onto the floor, Adam on top of her. "Get off!" she yelled, jabbing him with an elbow. "But why?" He smirked down at her and didn't move. Dakota whimpered, and poked him in the cheek with another weak attempt at 'get off me'.
AJ left Jeff alone and started poking Dakota, who was pinned under Adam's bulk. "Jeff! Help!" She yelled, furiously squirming to avoid the jabbing fingers. Jeff simply smirked, and pulled AJ off. Then he took her place and poked Dakota in the stomach. "No pokey! No fucking pokey!" Dakota yelled again, laughing slightly. AJ fell to the ground laughing, while the males continued their attacks.
A soft yet firm rapping sounded on the door, and AJ stood to open it. Adam finally rolled off Dakota when the door was answered. Chuck stood in the frame, in his standard robe of white. One of his hands was behind his back, and on his face was a worried expression. "Has anyone seen Rico? He was supposed to meet me in my room to discuss. umm. Billy and my.. erm. wardrobe."
"Eh heh." Dakota glanced curiously behind Chuck, blinking as she saw the leather whip. She quickly retreated to her bed, flopping unceremoniously on it. Jeff sprawled beside her while Adam took a seat on the floor. AJ blinked at Chuck, "Um.. We haven't seen Rico or Billy. So no. Sorry." She shrugged in apology. Chuck nodded and walked down the hall, hiding what he had in his hand.
AJ joined Adam on the floor, head resting on the bed as she blinked at Dakota. Dakota refused to look at anyone, staring at the TV with a bewildered expression in her cool gray blue eyes. Jeff poked her, and amazingly enough, she didn't move. "Kota, what's up?" AJ inquired, gazing from the males to Dakota.
Dakota started giggling, and then when Adam poked her foot, she out right laughed her ass off. "Kota! Tell me what's going on!?" AJ yelled, grabbing the other female's foot and pulling her half off the bed. "Dakota, tell us please?" Adam asked, shooting her one of his most charming smiles.
After a few moments, Dakota could breath again.. almost. "Didn't anyone see what Chuck had in his hand?" she giggled as they shook their heads. "He had a whip. a long, leather whip." AJ blinked, then started laughing herself, falling over backwards. Jeff and Adam exchanged confused looks as Dakota rolled off the bed due to her laughing fit.
"Umm. what's so funny?" Jeff asked sheepishly. AJ and Dakota stopped laughing just to stare at him, then laughed even harder. "Men!" they said together, then dodged the two pillows that were aimed at them. Dakota quickly tackled Adam and AJ pinned Jeff down.
"Chuck was asking about Rico. He had a whip in his hands and I don't wanna know what he had on underneath that robe!" AJ exclaimed in a vain attempt at making the males understand. Adam blinked and Jeff shrugged, Dakota groaned and poked Adam, then retreated to AJ's bed as he lunged. Jeff laughed, which earned him a violent jab in the stomach. AJ jumped onto the bed beside Dakota, and stuck her tongue out as Adam lunged over her and fell off the other side of the bed with a thud.
-The next day: The show-
AJ flopped down on a bench in the dressing room, and pulled off her sweaty wrestling boots. Dakota yawned and went through her bag, looking for something. "Eh?" She blinked, pulling out another envelope. "This is getting freaky." AJ said, and watched as Dakota flicked it open. Blue gray eyes flicked over the writing, a soft swear slipped from crimsoned lips. "Listen to this. I'm the one who wears alligator pants, fashion is my calling, my life. But in this closet, there is nothing short of horrid fashion sense. What the fuck?"
AJ took the letter from Dakota, shaking her head. "Tazz, D'Von, Rico. this is getting weird. I think we'd better watch our backs." Dakota looked up as Jeff and Adam sauntered in. They looked between the two females and blinked. "Ok.. did you ladies know that Rico, D'Von and Tazz are still missing?" Adam asked, sitting beside Dakota, who nodded and pointed to the letter. "Our third letter. Any suggestions?" AJ asked, blinking stupidly.
Adam swore while Jeff sat down. "This is getting really serious." He said, looking between AJ and Dakota. "No shit!" Dakota snapped, standing and pacing the length of the room. Adam stood and crossed his arms, watching Dakota's feet. "Fuck, this is a disaster." AJ said, sinking onto the bench beside Jeff.
://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 Four: Chucky and His Whip
AJ crawled out of the rental car, muscles stiff from the two-hour drive. Dakota climbed out of the back seat, groaning as her knees and neck cracked audibly. "Next time we get a bigger car." She complained, glaring at Adam, who was looking quite pleased with himself. "Either that or we cut down on the people we travel with." AJ said, punching Jeff in the stomach.
Jeff groaned and fell against the car, while Dakota and AJ exchanged a very pleased with themselves look. Adam simply laughed at the expression on Jeff's face. "Anyways! We should probably get our rooms straightened out." He said, and began towards the hotel lobby. "Eh, no shit Sherlock." Dakota replied, following with AJ and lastly Jeff.
-Later that night-
AJ groaned, sprawled on her bed. "If someone paid me a hundred bucks, I still wouldn't move." She commented, staring at the ceiling. Dakota was curled up on her own bed, kicking Adam who was enjoying poking her. "Stop poking me ass hole." She mumbled into her pillow, smacking the blonde male in the leg.
"But why?" Adam pouted, and poked her again in the shoulder. Dakota groaned and kicked him. Once again, she had failed to remove her combat boots. "Damn it woman! Those things hurt." He yelped in pain, and grabbed her leg as she wiggled off the bed to a move subdued location: The floor. Jeff looked up from his place on the floor, blinking at Dakota, who was half off the bed and hanging upside down.
"Umm. isn't that uncomfortable?" he asked, and ignored the cold glare Dakota shot him in reply. "AJ beat that man for me." AJ promptly obliged and hit Jeff continuously with a pillow.
Dakota struggled and fell onto the floor, Adam on top of her. "Get off!" she yelled, jabbing him with an elbow. "But why?" He smirked down at her and didn't move. Dakota whimpered, and poked him in the cheek with another weak attempt at 'get off me'.
AJ left Jeff alone and started poking Dakota, who was pinned under Adam's bulk. "Jeff! Help!" She yelled, furiously squirming to avoid the jabbing fingers. Jeff simply smirked, and pulled AJ off. Then he took her place and poked Dakota in the stomach. "No pokey! No fucking pokey!" Dakota yelled again, laughing slightly. AJ fell to the ground laughing, while the males continued their attacks.
A soft yet firm rapping sounded on the door, and AJ stood to open it. Adam finally rolled off Dakota when the door was answered. Chuck stood in the frame, in his standard robe of white. One of his hands was behind his back, and on his face was a worried expression. "Has anyone seen Rico? He was supposed to meet me in my room to discuss. umm. Billy and my.. erm. wardrobe."
"Eh heh." Dakota glanced curiously behind Chuck, blinking as she saw the leather whip. She quickly retreated to her bed, flopping unceremoniously on it. Jeff sprawled beside her while Adam took a seat on the floor. AJ blinked at Chuck, "Um.. We haven't seen Rico or Billy. So no. Sorry." She shrugged in apology. Chuck nodded and walked down the hall, hiding what he had in his hand.
AJ joined Adam on the floor, head resting on the bed as she blinked at Dakota. Dakota refused to look at anyone, staring at the TV with a bewildered expression in her cool gray blue eyes. Jeff poked her, and amazingly enough, she didn't move. "Kota, what's up?" AJ inquired, gazing from the males to Dakota.
Dakota started giggling, and then when Adam poked her foot, she out right laughed her ass off. "Kota! Tell me what's going on!?" AJ yelled, grabbing the other female's foot and pulling her half off the bed. "Dakota, tell us please?" Adam asked, shooting her one of his most charming smiles.
After a few moments, Dakota could breath again.. almost. "Didn't anyone see what Chuck had in his hand?" she giggled as they shook their heads. "He had a whip. a long, leather whip." AJ blinked, then started laughing herself, falling over backwards. Jeff and Adam exchanged confused looks as Dakota rolled off the bed due to her laughing fit.
"Umm. what's so funny?" Jeff asked sheepishly. AJ and Dakota stopped laughing just to stare at him, then laughed even harder. "Men!" they said together, then dodged the two pillows that were aimed at them. Dakota quickly tackled Adam and AJ pinned Jeff down.
"Chuck was asking about Rico. He had a whip in his hands and I don't wanna know what he had on underneath that robe!" AJ exclaimed in a vain attempt at making the males understand. Adam blinked and Jeff shrugged, Dakota groaned and poked Adam, then retreated to AJ's bed as he lunged. Jeff laughed, which earned him a violent jab in the stomach. AJ jumped onto the bed beside Dakota, and stuck her tongue out as Adam lunged over her and fell off the other side of the bed with a thud.
-The next day: The show-
AJ flopped down on a bench in the dressing room, and pulled off her sweaty wrestling boots. Dakota yawned and went through her bag, looking for something. "Eh?" She blinked, pulling out another envelope. "This is getting freaky." AJ said, and watched as Dakota flicked it open. Blue gray eyes flicked over the writing, a soft swear slipped from crimsoned lips. "Listen to this. I'm the one who wears alligator pants, fashion is my calling, my life. But in this closet, there is nothing short of horrid fashion sense. What the fuck?"
AJ took the letter from Dakota, shaking her head. "Tazz, D'Von, Rico. this is getting weird. I think we'd better watch our backs." Dakota looked up as Jeff and Adam sauntered in. They looked between the two females and blinked. "Ok.. did you ladies know that Rico, D'Von and Tazz are still missing?" Adam asked, sitting beside Dakota, who nodded and pointed to the letter. "Our third letter. Any suggestions?" AJ asked, blinking stupidly.
Adam swore while Jeff sat down. "This is getting really serious." He said, looking between AJ and Dakota. "No shit!" Dakota snapped, standing and pacing the length of the room. Adam stood and crossed his arms, watching Dakota's feet. "Fuck, this is a disaster." AJ said, sinking onto the bench beside Jeff.