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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Armageddon
After one hell of a match, John Cena and Jesus for the United States Championship (which John Cena won, of course), the arena in Atlanta was met with total silence, just before the music of Charlie Haas hit the arena. He, dressed in a referee's shirt, simply walked out. He looked nervous. Before long Dawn Marie's entrance music blasted over the speakers. Her typical blue lights flashed, blazing over the audience members and over the ring. The crowd booed her as she pranced her way to the ring, wearing her "Charlie loves Dawn" shirt. She climbed into the ring, just as Miss Jackie's own entrance music started playing. The crowd erupted into cheers as the flamboyant diva stormed out.
Jackie ran straight into the ring, sliding under the bottom rope with ease, and speared Dawn (much like on Smackdown), hitting her with punches. She then pulled her up by her hair, placed her right foot on Dawn's stomach and flipped her over. Dawn fell backward, spluttering in all directions, onto the ropes. She rebounded, catapulting off of them, and was taken down by a rough clothesline. As the referee – Charlie, her Charlie – checked up on Dawn, Jackie caught her breath in the corner of the ring, holding her ribs lightly. Charlie, being the nice man he was, helped Dawn up, who then surprised everyone by catching Jackie in a chokehold. Jackie gasped for air, slapping at Dawn's arms until Charlie made her break the hold. Dawn released it, then took a few steps back to the opposite corner, where she prepared herself for another move.
Charlie pulled Jackie up, placing his hands on her cheeks, leaning in to kiss her. Their noses touching, lips about to meet – they truly were the perfect couple. That was, at least, until Charlie, out of nowhere, took Jackie down with a Fireman's Carry! Jackie crawled backward, a shocked expression masking her face as he leered at her. She gaped, gasping for air.
"What are you doing?" She cried, a hurt look in her eyes. The pain was obvious.
"What's right." He stated, before hitting a rough clothesline of his own. Jackie hit the mat. She was numb, numb all over. Her shock was dimming the pain, but it was still there – in her heart. Her heart, it was breaking, her mind, it was screaming. Screaming for her to be released from the chains of fate that bound her. Dawn covered her, but she didn't care, not now anyway. She heard the bell ring, resounding in her ears. Dawn had won the match – the man, her man – but she didn't give a damn about it now. The only things going through her mind were heartbreak; Charlie had led her on, made her believe he loved her too. And maybe, at some point, he had. He'd acted like he cared, he made her feel like she was the only one. How wrong was she? Dawn was there too.
Jackie rolled over, feeling the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes do so, they spilled, rolling down her cheeks, falling like waterfalls. She sat up, though she didn't know how, right now she felt like she had nothing, and ran her hands through her hair. Charlie was looking straight at her.
Their eyes met.
He had an odd look on his face.
Suddenly Jackie didn't want to look anymore, she tore her eyes away, feeling sick to her stomach. The realization, it was sinking in.
It was over.
He knelt down in front of her and reached out, brushing his fingertips across her cheeks. It sent shivers down her spine, but she knew, she knew she couldn't let him take advantage of her like this. She slapped his hands away, then looked down at them, shocked with herself. Murmurs ran through the audience. Jackie could hear Michael Cole and Tazz yelling, saying the Charlie – her Charlie – they knew was dead, that he deserved every ounce of pain he got.
"Jackie… I…"
"No, stop."
She whispered, shaking her head and holding her hand up in his face, stopping him. And she noticed something. Jackie slowly looked at her hand, her cheeks paling. She then slowly removed her stunningly beautiful engagement ring and placed it lightly in his hand. Ohh, his touch.. so soft. No. Jackie shook her head. She couldn't let him pull her in now.
"Guess I can't really call this mine now, can I?"
He looked away, then back down at the ring.
Then he threw it.
It landed in the middle of the wrestling ring.
"Sorry, Jackie.. it's just…"
Jackie sighed, the tears suddenly coming again. Oh, no – she was crying! She couldn't cry!
"Go. Just go."
She was afraid if he didn't leave, she would jump back into his arms and kiss him all over, say it was all right, he was forgiven. But no – she knew she couldn't. He looked at her, then rolled slowly out of the ring, into Dawn Marie's waiting arms. Charlie and Dawn then left together, arm in arm, leaving the arena in stunned silence.
The camera zoomed in on Jackie as she cried in the ring, collapsing as she tried to stand. In the background, her pink engagement ring still lay, motionless, in the ring.
It had been left there like a broken dream.