Intoxication
Title: Intoxication
Rating: PG
Pairing: Charlie/Dawn, Jackie/secret (haha!)
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!
Note: Dedicated to Reba and Krystle.
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Charlie Haas and Dawn Marie were met with the sound of boos thundering in their ears as they made their way down the entrance ramp – to Charlie's entrance music, of course – for Charlie's no disqualification match against John Cena. Charlie led Dawn carefully up the steel steps, making sure she wouldn't fall, then watched as she crossed the apron and ducked delicately through the ropes, giving everyone a nice view. He grinned widely, despite the booing crowd, and made his way up the steps himself. He crossed the ring, then got in the face of Tony Chimel – the poor ring announcer – demanding that he pass him the microphone. The ring announcer gladly did so, so no violence was involved. With a smirk, Charlie walked into the centre of the ring – making himself the centre of the attention. Then he began to speak.
"So what is it with John Cena, making this match against me? Pretty pathetic, don't you think, Dawn? As if he'd ever be able to beat me anyway, eh?" Charlie smirked at the audience, who just booed him in return. "So, Cena, if you're so good, why don't you put the title on the line too?"
That was when Basic Thug-o-nomics blasted loudly over the sound system.
John Cena – the United States champion – strolled out, a mighty big grin plastered on his face and a microphone dangling from his hand. He raised the microphone to his lips, then had to pause when the audience exploded. He waited a few moments, for them to settle. When they finally did, he shook his head, still smiling. Then it was his turn to talk, only in a rap form.
"You've got your head screwed on too tight,
Now you're in for one hell of a night,
Dawn's gonna need her nurse's outfit when I'm done with you,
As for your balls, well, you're gonna be minus two!
I'mma mess up your face
You're gonna bleed all over the place,
Now, chill, Charlie, by your side you got your two-dollar whore
Lemme bring out a babe of my own, who's ready to even the score!"
The crowd roared as Miss Jackie's entrance music began playing. The flamboyant diva stormed out, the expression on her face positively livid, pushing past John on the ramp and storming her way down the ramp. She slid under the bottom rope into the ring and stood directly in front of Charlie, mouthing off at him. He taunted her.
"What are you gonna do, Jackie? Hit me?"
She smirked at him. Then nodded, raising her arm, and bringing it back toward him with all the strength she could muster. She hit him directly on the cheek, leaving a red mark where she'd hit him. Charlie paused for a few moments, then he snapped his head back toward Jackie, now glaring daggers at her.
"Why you little bitch!"
He quickly grabbed her arm. She struggled to get away from him, her other arm flailing in the air. Her brown eyes locked with his own. She just felt her heart break even more and it showed. Her face crumpled. Charlie's expression didn't soften, it hardened. But then he used his free hand to push her down onto the canvas. The audience began booing. What had happened to Charlie during the past few weeks? He'd changed, for worse. But then they began cheering.
John was making his way down the ramp.
He slid quickly under the bottom rope and immediately ran over to the corner Jackie was lying in. She was hurt. Not physically, but mentally and emotionally, he could tell. He asked her if she was alright. She nodded. Then he gave her a hand, helping her up. With an arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders, he started both Charlie and Dawn down.
Jackie was feeling very odd. She hadn't been this close to a man… since Charlie. Since the last time Charlie had been with her. She remembered the last time he'd held her like this, he'd pulled her close to his body, squeezing her tightly. But now, with John… she felt very weird, despite the fact it felt so… so right. It was a very strange emotion.
Again, Theodore R. Long's entrance music blasted loudly over the sound system. He walked out, holding a microphone in his hand. After the cheers died down, he raised that very microphone to his lips and smiled warmly.
"Obviously, you four playas have some issues you need to work out. Therefore I'm changing this match to a mixed tag match, between Charlie Haas and Dawn Marie and John Cena and Miss Jackie! Holler, holler, holler!" He cried, as his music played. He strolled back through the curtains.
The referee rang the bell.
Dawn immediately tackled Jackie down onto the canvas. The two began catfighting, as usual, only this time they rolled right out of the ring. Charlie and John locked up inside the ring, but the camera's focus was on the two divas brawling on the outside. Jackie pulled herself away from Dawn, clutching her neck.
"We're not finished yet!" Dawn screamed, as she tugged on Jackie's arm. Only she pulled a little too hard and sent the flamboyant diva flying into the steel steps. Jackie banged her head hard on the steps, not to mention her back. John and Charlie both heard the noise and looked over. Dawn was laughing maniacally. John leant over the ropes, seeing if she was alright. But Charlie schoolboyed him for the one… two… three!
Charlie and Dawn quickly made their escape from the ring, but John jumped out of the ring and knelt down beside Jackie, holding her in his arms gently. She was close to being unconscious. Quietly, he hoisted her up into his arms and carried her up the ramp, bridal-style.
Was she okay?