://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 Eight: Exhile, Obduction and Vendettas Revealed
Dakota glanced over at the unusually silent AJ. The car in which they rode was very silent, them being the only two in it, for once. Dakota sighed and gazed out the window, and allowed her attention to wander to the recent events. They had found Rico's body hanging in the last arena they were at, hanging from the rafters above the ring. When the crew was setting up, and when checking the ring, they noticed a blood stain on it.
Believing they had cleaned it up, they turned around again and there was more blood in the exact same place. Two hours later the body was taken down and the show was cancelled. Vince McMahon was not happy, neither was anyone else in the back.
Now Dakota and AJ were heading for WWE New York, because Vince couldn't risk another screw up. They had been very apologetic, and complied with Vince's wishes. Adam and Jeff, on the other hand, had argued that they should have stayed where they couldn't get into trouble. No dice. Now they were on the long road to New York, and they couldn't do anything about it
AJ glanced in the rearview mirror, and then quickly changed lanes. What she failed to see was the car that changed lanes after them, and was purposefully stay out of sight. Dakota sighed, and then turned the radio on. Instantly the car was filled with music, and neither AJ nor Dakota could help but sing along.
The car tailed them for about five more miles, and then slowly crept up behind them. AJ glanced back to see another vehicle tailgating, and then the other car rammed into their back end. Dakota and AJ screamed as the other car forced their own off the road and into a ditch. The last thing either of them remembered was a cruel laughing, then darkness.
-Sometime later-
AJ awoke groggily, and winced as she tried to move. A thought of where she was evaded her, and then the memory of the accident flooded her pain-addled mind. Dakota lay in a heap only a foot from AJ, and she was bleeding from a gash on her forehead, her wrist twisted to an odd angle. Broken, thought AJ, wincing as she looked at her own twisted ankle.
The place in which they were was very dark and open only by a few barred windows. Glancing towards a pile of refuse, AJ noted WWE memorabilia and signs saying 'WWF New York'. Obviously the old signs from before the federation had changed their name.
Dakota groaned and moved, then let out an ear-piercing scream as she felt pain flair through her arm. A cold, clammy hand clamped itself over her mouth, and when Dakota looked up she saw the hazel eyes of AJ gazing down at her. She nodded in acknowledgement, and sat up slowly. The ground was concrete, and there was a narrow stair leading upwards in one corner.
"I think we're under the World right now. This must be a storage area." AJ whispered, glancing around nervously. "Yeah, but how did we get here?" Dakota inquired, glancing about. AJ shrugged lightly and shook her head, swearing softly. "Do you remember being run off the road coming into New York?" she said at last, glancing out one of the windows. Night's blanket of darkness met her hazed eyes.
"Yeah, and then blackness. did someone kidnap us?" Dakota blinked, struggling to her feet. "More like nut-nabbed us." AJ replied, trying to lighten the mood. Neither female gave the slightest show of cheering up. Both knew the dangers of their situation. "Damn it, I wish we weren't supposed to be at The World tonight. I wish we where at the arena with Jeff and Adam and Shannon and everyone else." AJ cried, burying her head in her hands.
Dakota knelt beside the other, patting her on the back lightly. There were footsteps on those stairs, and both females looked up to see a smiling kidnapper. Or kidnappers. The superstars, Jaime Noble and Nidia, stood on the stairs, smirking down at the two injured women.
Dakota rose, anger burning in her normally placid gray blue eyes. "What the fuck is going on here?" she shouted, pale yet blood stained fists clenched and unclenched. AJ added a few insults of her own to the heated words of Dakota. Nidia smirked and walked over to them. "Why don't you ask your little friend?" she said, waving a hand back to the stairs.
Standing on the stairs was a slender being, and both AJ and Dakota gasped in disbelief. Jessica Deckem gazed coldly down on her former friends. "Jessica. why?" AJ asked, blinking back tears. Dakota sank down to her knees, a single tear falling from her reddened eyes. Jessica walked across the room towards them, Nidia moving out of her way.
She knelt beside AJ, what could pass for concern shining in her dark eyes. "Aww.. Is poor little AJ hurt?" she cackled manically, and sent AJ to the floor with a smack of one hand. Next she moved to Dakota.
"Poor little Kota, are you hurt?" Dakota glared back at Jessica, her face showing no emotion. Jessica's face twisted up in a rage at this, and her hand rose to strike Dakota. As Jessica's stinging hit came down, Dakota cast herself out of the way by falling to the floor. Jessica fell off balance, and stumbled over both fallen forms.
Jamie Noble helped Jessica back up, and she regained her calm, cold and cruel composure. "Jessica, why are you doing this? I thought you were happy for us." Dakota inquired, looking the fiend in the eye.
Jessica smiled down at her. "Poor, naive Kota. Still believing nothing can go wrong I suppose." Jessica knelt to look Dakota in the eye. "You thought I was happy for you? Now why, my dear Dakota, would I be happy for the likes of you?" She rose again, and began to pace. Dakota grit her teeth together, forcing her temper to a simmer.
"And as to why I'm doing this, isn't it obvious? It should have been me that took that contract. It should have been me that rose to stardom. It should have always been me!" Jessica yelled at Dakota, who was, by now, in tears of disbelief.
"And by the way, Anthony Gaylord and I. have grown closer than you think." Jessica smirked, and Anthony Gaylord walked from the shadows. Looking the two downcast females up and down, he smirked. "You two hated each other!" AJ yelled at them, glaring at Anthony.
Jessica shook her head while Anthony spit in their direction. "Wrong again. It should be us that has those contracts, and it should be us making a name for ourselves in the WWE!" he yelled, raising one of his fists to emphasize his point. "This is getting old. Look, we already know you both have a vendetta against AJ and myself. But what do Noble and Nidia have to do with this little scheme?" Dakota groaned, utterly pissed off with everything that transpired since their leaving of this very place.
"That you shall learn in time, Dakota!" Nidia said, then all four of the villains sauntered up the stairs. The sound of the door slamming echoed through the empty basement, and then everything silenced. Everything except for AJ and Dakota's sobbing.
://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 Eight: Exhile, Obduction and Vendettas Revealed
Dakota glanced over at the unusually silent AJ. The car in which they rode was very silent, them being the only two in it, for once. Dakota sighed and gazed out the window, and allowed her attention to wander to the recent events. They had found Rico's body hanging in the last arena they were at, hanging from the rafters above the ring. When the crew was setting up, and when checking the ring, they noticed a blood stain on it.
Believing they had cleaned it up, they turned around again and there was more blood in the exact same place. Two hours later the body was taken down and the show was cancelled. Vince McMahon was not happy, neither was anyone else in the back.
Now Dakota and AJ were heading for WWE New York, because Vince couldn't risk another screw up. They had been very apologetic, and complied with Vince's wishes. Adam and Jeff, on the other hand, had argued that they should have stayed where they couldn't get into trouble. No dice. Now they were on the long road to New York, and they couldn't do anything about it
AJ glanced in the rearview mirror, and then quickly changed lanes. What she failed to see was the car that changed lanes after them, and was purposefully stay out of sight. Dakota sighed, and then turned the radio on. Instantly the car was filled with music, and neither AJ nor Dakota could help but sing along.
The car tailed them for about five more miles, and then slowly crept up behind them. AJ glanced back to see another vehicle tailgating, and then the other car rammed into their back end. Dakota and AJ screamed as the other car forced their own off the road and into a ditch. The last thing either of them remembered was a cruel laughing, then darkness.
-Sometime later-
AJ awoke groggily, and winced as she tried to move. A thought of where she was evaded her, and then the memory of the accident flooded her pain-addled mind. Dakota lay in a heap only a foot from AJ, and she was bleeding from a gash on her forehead, her wrist twisted to an odd angle. Broken, thought AJ, wincing as she looked at her own twisted ankle.
The place in which they were was very dark and open only by a few barred windows. Glancing towards a pile of refuse, AJ noted WWE memorabilia and signs saying 'WWF New York'. Obviously the old signs from before the federation had changed their name.
Dakota groaned and moved, then let out an ear-piercing scream as she felt pain flair through her arm. A cold, clammy hand clamped itself over her mouth, and when Dakota looked up she saw the hazel eyes of AJ gazing down at her. She nodded in acknowledgement, and sat up slowly. The ground was concrete, and there was a narrow stair leading upwards in one corner.
"I think we're under the World right now. This must be a storage area." AJ whispered, glancing around nervously. "Yeah, but how did we get here?" Dakota inquired, glancing about. AJ shrugged lightly and shook her head, swearing softly. "Do you remember being run off the road coming into New York?" she said at last, glancing out one of the windows. Night's blanket of darkness met her hazed eyes.
"Yeah, and then blackness. did someone kidnap us?" Dakota blinked, struggling to her feet. "More like nut-nabbed us." AJ replied, trying to lighten the mood. Neither female gave the slightest show of cheering up. Both knew the dangers of their situation. "Damn it, I wish we weren't supposed to be at The World tonight. I wish we where at the arena with Jeff and Adam and Shannon and everyone else." AJ cried, burying her head in her hands.
Dakota knelt beside the other, patting her on the back lightly. There were footsteps on those stairs, and both females looked up to see a smiling kidnapper. Or kidnappers. The superstars, Jaime Noble and Nidia, stood on the stairs, smirking down at the two injured women.
Dakota rose, anger burning in her normally placid gray blue eyes. "What the fuck is going on here?" she shouted, pale yet blood stained fists clenched and unclenched. AJ added a few insults of her own to the heated words of Dakota. Nidia smirked and walked over to them. "Why don't you ask your little friend?" she said, waving a hand back to the stairs.
Standing on the stairs was a slender being, and both AJ and Dakota gasped in disbelief. Jessica Deckem gazed coldly down on her former friends. "Jessica. why?" AJ asked, blinking back tears. Dakota sank down to her knees, a single tear falling from her reddened eyes. Jessica walked across the room towards them, Nidia moving out of her way.
She knelt beside AJ, what could pass for concern shining in her dark eyes. "Aww.. Is poor little AJ hurt?" she cackled manically, and sent AJ to the floor with a smack of one hand. Next she moved to Dakota.
"Poor little Kota, are you hurt?" Dakota glared back at Jessica, her face showing no emotion. Jessica's face twisted up in a rage at this, and her hand rose to strike Dakota. As Jessica's stinging hit came down, Dakota cast herself out of the way by falling to the floor. Jessica fell off balance, and stumbled over both fallen forms.
Jamie Noble helped Jessica back up, and she regained her calm, cold and cruel composure. "Jessica, why are you doing this? I thought you were happy for us." Dakota inquired, looking the fiend in the eye.
Jessica smiled down at her. "Poor, naive Kota. Still believing nothing can go wrong I suppose." Jessica knelt to look Dakota in the eye. "You thought I was happy for you? Now why, my dear Dakota, would I be happy for the likes of you?" She rose again, and began to pace. Dakota grit her teeth together, forcing her temper to a simmer.
"And as to why I'm doing this, isn't it obvious? It should have been me that took that contract. It should have been me that rose to stardom. It should have always been me!" Jessica yelled at Dakota, who was, by now, in tears of disbelief.
"And by the way, Anthony Gaylord and I. have grown closer than you think." Jessica smirked, and Anthony Gaylord walked from the shadows. Looking the two downcast females up and down, he smirked. "You two hated each other!" AJ yelled at them, glaring at Anthony.
Jessica shook her head while Anthony spit in their direction. "Wrong again. It should be us that has those contracts, and it should be us making a name for ourselves in the WWE!" he yelled, raising one of his fists to emphasize his point. "This is getting old. Look, we already know you both have a vendetta against AJ and myself. But what do Noble and Nidia have to do with this little scheme?" Dakota groaned, utterly pissed off with everything that transpired since their leaving of this very place.
"That you shall learn in time, Dakota!" Nidia said, then all four of the villains sauntered up the stairs. The sound of the door slamming echoed through the empty basement, and then everything silenced. Everything except for AJ and Dakota's sobbing.