Intoxication

Title: Intoxication

Rating: PG

Pairing: Kept secret until later, or it's going to spoil the story.

Summary: It's all about intoxication – the stunning seductress, Dawn Marie, is obsessed with making Charlie Haas hers. The problem is, Miss Jackie is engaged to Charlie, but Dawn Marie will do anything to get her hands on him…

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own the WWE or any of the characters used. Wish I did though!

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Jackie Gayda's hands clenched tighter around the locks of chocolate brown hair Dawn Marie (Psaltis) had. She pulled, more fiercer than ever, simply ripping and tearing. The two rolled around the wrestling ring, Dawn screaming in pain as Jackie clawed at her, and Jackie still clutching at her hair. All of a sudden, Dawn kicked Jackie off of her, then aimlessly clawed (her nails sharp and ready for attack) at Jackie's eyes.

They connected.

"Oh, and a rake to the eyes!" she heard Michael Cole exclaim in an indignant voice.

Jackie fell back from the impact, her hands covering her eyes. The only thing she could hear was Dawn Marie laughing maniacally, just before some very familiar music blasted over the speakers, blue lights flashing over the audience members and over the ring.

It was their General Manager's music.

Theodore R. Long walked out, a serious expression on his face, accompanied with a microphone. Jackie pushed herself up off the canvas, sitting on her knees, so she could hear what he had to say. She was also a little surprised by the interruption.

"You two fine divas have been duking it out, week after week. And personally, I'm sick and tired of all the attacks all over the place. Over a Mr. Charlie Haas, Miss Jackie's fianceé. So at Armageddon, I've booked a match – Miss Jackie versus Dawn Marie!"

Loud cheers arose from the crowd. They wanted to see some action and they wanted to see it now. Theodore Long waved the noise away, trying to get them to quieten down. And they listened to him, he had more to say. It was this next part that would affect them the most.

"And that's not all!" he shouted into the microphone. "Charlie Haas is your special guest referee! Holler, holler, holler!" He grinned, as his music hit the arena again. Their Smackdown General Manager then walked back to the backstage area, leaving the two divas still in the ring.

Dawn Marie rose to her feet and smirked smugly at Jackie.

"My Charlie is going to declare me the winner."

"He's my Charlie! I have this to prove it!"

Jackie raised her head, then her hand, flaunting a gorgeous silver ring with a pink diamond in the center. The lights in the arena seemed to make it sparkle even more under their light. It was truly beautiful…and it was hers.

"He's obviously not satisfied."

Dawn incited with a devilish tone of voice, twirling a few strands of her hair around her finger. On the outside, she looked absolutely innocent. But on the inside… she had a black heart. She was the devil's daughter.

And proud of it.

A growl escaped from Jackie's lips as Dawn said this. She snapped, now extremely pissed off, suddenly spearing Dawn Marie to the canvas. She started laying into the brunette, hitting her with fast-paced punches and kicks, until Dawn moved no more. The brunette was screaming. Jackie then pulled herself off of Dawn, a smirk settling in on her features as she admired her handiwork. Oh, it was sweet.

But her revenge was only going to be sweeter.

She rolled out of the ring and pumped her fists – in victory, perhaps? – at the audience. Dawn shrieked something, kicking and screaming as the flamboyant diva walked backward up the ramp. She was glaring at the blonde, pulling herself up with the support of the ropes at the same time. Jackie just licked her lips hungrily – she wanted Dawn to feel her pain – and flipped her off.

With the stomp of her foot, a scream came from the brunette.

"It's not over!"

Jackie ran a hand through her blonde hair as she headed backward up the ramp, waving at her fans and pointing at signs about her that she liked ("Dawn fears Jackie" was her favourite). The only thing running through her mind was one thing.

One question.

Who's side was Charlie on?

He was on hers, right?