it's me! despite everything, it's still me. we are so back.
1:34 am — hotel room. wednesday, sep. 4th, 1996.
You were still awake, despite being exhausted beyond belief, you still couldn’t fall asleep. The stress of not knowing where your career was heading was getting the best of you. You were just laying there, not moving as you watched life outside the bedroom window. Apart from a car driving by every once in a while, nothing was happening.
You were resting your head on Hunter's shoulder, his muscular arms around your waist loosely as he faced you in his sleep. He looked so peaceful, handsome, a tiny snore occasionally escaping his lips. Careful as not to wake him up, you untangle yourself from him, quietly tucking him in, and slowly, you make your way to the bathroom. You close the door behind you and sigh, then you sit on top of the toilet’s lid. Your mind began racing yet again, everything was going so well, and here comes Shawn Michaels. You wondered how many people have had that same thought as you.
That heel turn was really getting to your head, you were y/n y/l/n, the women’s champion. The most credible one Vince has had in years, but now, you were y/n y/l/n, Shawn Michaels’ ‘girlfriend’, then the women’s champion. How long will it be until your championship loses its value again? What if you can’t keep the promise you made to Alundra?
You look up, your reflection in the mirror looking back into your eyes.
It’s you.
A knock at the door startles you, you exhale, you must’ve been in here for a while. You get up and open the door, Hunter standing there shirtless, one hand rubbing his eye and the other running through his messy blond locks. “Where’d you go?” he asks quietly, voice heavy with sleep. You sigh, “I couldn’t sleep.” you admit. He gently caresses your cheek with his knuckles, his other hand coming to hold your hip through his t-shirt that you wore to bed. “What’s wrong, angel?” he coos, pressing a kiss against your head, as he pulls you against his broad chest.
“Stressed.” you say, voice breaking a little. Hunter frowns at the sound of exhaustion in your voice, he hated how defeated you sounded. He lifted you up, his big hands on your thighs, holding them around his hips. He turned off the bathroom light, not caring to close the door. He brought you back to bed, holding you tightly against him as he sits on the edge, “do you wanna talk about it, my love?” he asked, his hand gently massaging your neck.
You cuddle into him some more, burying your face into the crook of his neck. “Can we talk about it in the morning?” you quietly mumble into his skin, Hunter holds you tighter, “of course, baby. Anything you need. Tell me what you need from me now.” he says, voice still deep.
“Love me.” you mutter, and he immediately does as he’s told. Hunter laid you down on the bed, climbing over you and pressing soft kisses on your neck, then down between your thighs.
6:00 am— airport, germany to italy.
Estimated time of arrival, 7:35.
The flight from germany to italy wasn’t a long one, under two hours. Everyone was at the airport, waiting for the flight to be called. Some were at a cafe getting breakfast, some were asleep in their seats as it was still early, some chatting and minding their own business. You were sat on a three seat bench by a big glass wall that showed planes on the outside, taking flight, landing, rerouting as the clouds rolled by. Hunter was laying his head on your lap, he was asleep and covered with your leather jacket. You ran fingers through his soft waves, gazing outside the window. On the opposite bench sat Shawn, Chyna asleep with her head on his shoulder, and Lita asleep on her shoulder.
Shawn’s eyes were burning holes into your body, but you completely ignored him, something you hadn’t done in a long time. You didn’t even give him the slightly annoyed ‘good morning’ today, oh, he knew you were pissed at him for the heel turn he forced on you. But he was also slightly mad, a little irritated when he had no right to be. You were wearing light wash, low waisted jeans which fit you like a glove, but also showed off your toned abs, and a black fitted cropped shirt.
How fucking dare you look this good at six in the morning? What annoyed him even further was the fact that he could see hickeys on your neck, your poor attempt (if you could call it that) at hiding them with keeping your hair down being nothing but that. A poor attempt.
He looked down at his sleeping friend, yeah, well, he clearly was up all night. Shawn looked back up at you, wondering, is there a way, or even a world in which you’d get over the little stunt he and Vince pulled on you? Would you forgive and forget? Not forgive, nor forget? Forgive, and not forget? Not forgive, and forget-
His train of thought was cut by Chyna shifting a little, he gently patted her head. His eyes drifted back to you.
Hunter had sat up, stretching as he yawned. Hunter placed his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him and kissing your temple. “Do you want a coffee, baby? I can go grab us sandwiches, too.” you say, your fingers intertwined with his. “You’re such a godsend.” Hunter says, kissing your temple again.
‘How clingy.’ Shawn thought, rolling his eyes a little then looking out the window. As if that wouldn’t be him, or even worse.
You and Hunter got up, heading to a random cafe at your gate. Your hand was in his as you two sat in a booth after putting your order, Hunter sat next you and you leaned against him. You pulled out a small journal and a pen from your speedy bag, the journal you wrote all your wrestling related thoughts and ideas in. After talking to Hunter about everything that was flooding your mind earlier, you had felt significantly better. You actually felt a little silly for letting it overwhelm you as much as it did, and as you began writing down, Hunter teased you a bit. “Someone’s inspired” he chuckled, jokingly pinching your cheek. You smiled, writing down all the ways you could reinvent your character while doing that stupid angle with Shawn. Even if it was stupid, you were going to make it unforgettable, like you.
“Thanks to my lovely boyfriend.” you smile.
The waiter brought your order, two coffees and two breakfast sandwiches, you look at the dark brown drink in the white mug.
Your reflection on the surface looked back into your eyes, you smiled.
It’s still you.
9:37 pm — monday, sep. 9th, RAW.
You were sitting in the dressing room chair, obnoxious gear on. Tonight, you and Shawn wore white and gold, chains and jewellery adorned your skirt and halter neck top, along with your white cowboy hat. You had been slowly regaining your confidence throughout the day, thanks to your incredible friends, and more advice from the Undertaker. You were beginning to feel like the true star you were, unwanted heel turn be damned, you were going to do what you knew best. Be the best champion, like you always have been.
As you finished applying your makeup, you placed your championship belt in your lap, grabbing some tissues and cleaning it. As you wiped the leather and metal plates, someone walked into the dressing room. Shawn, of course. He didn’t really matter to you, you two had an interview with Vince coming up and some commentary duties, he was probably here to get ready, too.
Shawn, like always, shamelessly ogled you, staring at your legs, and the cleavage your top left out. His mouth went dry as he peeled his eyes away from you, always a sight for the sorest of eyes.
He grabbed a hairbrush and sat in the chair next to yours, “are you ready?” he asked. You didn't even spare him a glance, continuing to clean up your belt. “Mhm.” you hum with a nod, Shawn looked at you for a second, damn, you didn’t even acknowledge his presence.
He applied some gel on his hair, absentmindedly brushing it as he looked at you through the mirror. You both sat there, in silence, and the tension was so painfully present between you. Shawn finished brushing his hair, then put on sunglasses, he looked at you again, trying to think of what he can say.
“Look-..” he began, only for you to immediately cut him off, “Don’t.” you say.
He quietly slumped into his seat, “I’m not going to let you ruin my mood.” you add, finally looking at him. He quickly looked away, hiding behind his shaded frames. “Do you want us to work together?” you asked. He looked back at you, almost eagerly answering, “I do, I really do.”
“Then, don't ever do anything behind my back ever again. If you want to do something, you come to me.” you say, tone strict. He nods immediately, “Yes, okay.”
You exhale, you were going to make the best out of this heel run.
You look up at yourself in the mirror, confidence beaming through your eyes.
you didn’t expect everyone backstage to be this calm and collected on Summer Slam day. considering the way chaos is in the air during Raw tapings, this was… something.
you look up at the mirror and smile, you were ditching the blonde hair today, well not entirely. you were keeping two strips at the front blonde while the rest of your hair was going to be jet black.
dying your hair was always fun, especially when it was a decision made on a whim.
“call me when it starts burning” the stylist said, you close your eyes for a second hoping to take a nap. it was quite for a bit and the place was bit cold, you could feel yourself beginning to drift away, head slightly tilting to the side.
“Y/nnnnn!”
your eyes shot open, you look at the mirror and focus on who’s behind you, “hm, Shawn…” you mumble. your eyes were slightly red, Shawn sits beside you. “dying your hair too?” you ask closing your eyes again, “nah, just a haircut” he said. you hum, Shawn leans back in his seat, he tilts his head back and looks at you, admiring you.
you were so damn pretty to him.
“you got gear for the show?” you ask, Shawn huffs. “this one time I actually don't” he sighs. you turn to look at him, "Shawn Michaels? at a pay-per-view without extravagant gear?" you ask, Shawn nods. "sadly" he pouts. you turn away and laugh, "what world is this?"
she’s so beautiful he thought...
"do you have special gear?" he asked, "yeah man! it's my first pay-per-view here, of course I'm gonna extra" you say. "you're getting your hair done? and you have special gear? damn I should do something" Shawn laughed.
"I more excited about the matches later" you smile, Shawn sits up, "that tag team match is about to the best fuckin' match of the whole show" he boasted, "the best triple tag match anyone will ever see!"
"of course it will be as long as someone doesn't throw a tantrum mid-match" you side eyed him. Shawn gasped, "I don't who you're talking about" he looked, "a certain someone" you poke his arm.
It was so nice. finally being able to have a proper friendly conversation with Shawn without being up each other's throats all the time.
"Is this certain someone with us in the room?" he remarks, "oh yeah, you wouldn't know anything about that kind of behavior" you joke. "I obviously wouldn't! I'm good!"
"yeah, yeah, you're a good boy we know"
the praise made Shawn suddenly feel flustered, especially coming for you. he wanted to hear it again, and again and again. oh, the things you do to him...
"Adrian!" you call out, "it's burning!
2:22 pm, y/n's locker room.
you were changing your boots' laces, switching the plain black ones for a deeper red pair of laces. you wanted everything in your gear to match for the show later, everything.
you were nervous about the show later, you have not one but two matches on tonight's card, there's no room for botching anything or getting injured. the show has to be perfect tonight, your first Summer Slam has to deliver.
it must.
you were quickly drowning in your own thoughts, thoughts of the pay-per-view later, visions of the crowd cheering for you, finally wrapping a feud that's been going since June, holding your championship up high as you enter the arena. making history.
making history.
you still remember your promise to Alundra, word by word, you promised her to make a change and here you were, about to make literal history.
tonight was going to be the night you make history. you, Chyna and Lita were going to be the first women to compete in a triple threat match, you were going to be the first women to headline a pay-per-view, the first women to main event Summer Slam.
the first.
it will soon be your moment, all yours.
the sound of the door shutting behind you snapped you back into reality. you look back, it's Hunter. "oh hey" you smile as you approach him, he brings you in for a long hug. Hunter's been really busy the past couple of days, Vince has been giving him a push into the main stage, his schedule changed drastically and you've barely seen him recently.
"I missed you so much" he mumbles into your shoulder, you smile more. "I missed you more"
Hunter pulls away and only then do you notice the things he's holding in his hands, they almost immediately melt your heart. In one hand he's holding a boquette of black and red roses wrapped with beige ribbon, and in the other hand a little beige box.
"I got these for you" he hands you the flowers, you grab the little white card that was in the middle of the flowers to read it.
Congratulation on your main event angel girl xx
"no, Hunter you didn't need to do all this" you smile even harder, "oh wait, there's more" he said handing you the box.
"hello?" you ask
you examine the box a bit, you immediately recognized the print. Saturn with a cross on top, you open the box and it contained a pouch with the same logo. "It reminded me off you when I first saw it" Hunter said, you pull out a pearl choker and your lips slightly part, "I had to get it".
"why'd you do this?" you quietly ask.
Hunter chuckles as he takes the necklace out of your hands, placing it around your neck, "gotta get something for my special girl, right?" he asks.
he clips on the necklace and your fingers touch the cold golden Saturn in the middle, you turn around to face him, "Is it pretty on me?" you ask with a smile. Hunter smiles back at you, "you make it look better", lifting your chin up with his finger, Hunter goes in for a kiss.
"y/n?" he pulls away.
"hm?" you look up at him with half lidded eyes.
"will you be my girlfriend?"
4:45 pm, cafeteria.
Lita was basically vibrating in her seat with energy and excitement, it was both adorable and contagious because Chyna soon joined her. Lita's hair was the brightest shade of red it's been in a while, looks like everyone's getting their hair freshly dyed today.
"it's so exciting knowing were doing this, but the fact that we're just getting around to this is kinda sad" Chyna said. "yeah" you agreed, "you know, I was thinking earlier, what if I invite Alundra?" you suggest.
both girls look at you concerned, "sweetheart, as heartwarming as that is, if Vince finds out that you brought her after she left for the competition he will probably start foaming at the mouth" Chyna said as Lita nods.
understandable.
"hm" you hum.
"that aside, I have shit y'all need to hear, Y/n, honey, put your hearing ears on" Lita says, you and Chyna lean to her.
"Sunny has been spreading rumors about you" Lita starts.
jesus, here we go again.
"is this chick okay? like genuinely?" Chyna asks, "let me know when you find out" you rolls your eyes. "apparently she's been telling people backstage about how much of a dickhead you are, that you're a bitch and you're egotistical and everything's getting to your head, just talking shit" Lita explained.
"oh my god, who told you?" Chyna asks, "Owen" Lita says, "she's been saying that shit around the guys obviously" she added.
"there's no way she's not tired of this grade seven shit, cause I know I am" you lean back into your seat. "and, because there's more" Lita says.
"and?" Chyna asks, "there's more?"
Lita nods, "I literally read this with my own eyes, she had an interview with some magazine where she bashed the hell outta you" she explained. "she kept saying that you're not a good champion, and that you didn't deserve the belt and that, it just pissed me off"
for some reason that made you laugh out loud, "are pigs flying? Sunny is questioning me?" you ask, "the furthest she'll ever make it is under Vince's desk. put her in a match with me and she'll cry every time she sees a ring after" you laugh again.
Chyna puts her hand on your shoulder, a small smirk played with her lips. "leave her to me, trust me" she says. "oh, gladly" you say getting up.
"where are you going?" Lita asks
"to call Alundra, I got an idea"
8:24 pm, arena.
you were sneaking Alundra Blayze into the arena.
it’s not there’s other choices that could’ve been made.
Alundra was dressed like a grandma, complete with white and grey wig under a headscarf and a wooden cane. she wore huge glasses that made her face look small and layers of clothing to hide her muscles, she was walking with her back hunched over. she even went as far a wearing makeup that was badly creasing to resemble wrinkles, she was almost unrecognizable.
"are you sure this is safe?" Alundra asks, "yeah!" you reassure, "we got Owen out on the look out in the hallway to the locker rooms".
you enter the building quietly and shut the door behind you, "what if Vince, or anyone catches us?" Alundra asks, you didn't really think about what would happen if someone catches you.
"guess we'll have to see who's the best at improvising" Chyna answers, you three make your way down the seemingly endless hallway, the place her wasn't noisy, but you could here staff walking around and talking in the distance.
you're almost there, you can see the locker rooms but they're still far away. "I'm proud of you girls" Alundra says, "it's because of women like you we're able to do this Chyna says. "see, our promise is still alive and well" you smile. you three quietly talk about your matches later in the show.
until you see Owen sprinting towards you.
oh, for fuck's sake.
"VINCE IS ON HIS WAY TO YOU!" he whisper yells, you stop in your tracks wide eyes. "he what?" you ask, "he's looking for you specifically" Owen says. you sigh loudly. "what do we do now?" Chyna asks.
"oh, y/n, I was looking for you"
your locker room is right there.
everyone looks behind Owen and was Vince standing. Vince immediately looks down at Alundra, "I believe we've never met?" he narrows his eyes. "this is uhm, my grandma! she wanted to come see the show!" you blurt.
"oh sweet! nice to meet you Mrs.. uh?" Vince sticks his hand out to shake hers. "Westwood!" you say, then awkwardly chuckle, "she's sick and lost her voice". Vince looks at you, then Alundra, then you again then back Alundra. "well, it's nice meeting you ma'am" he says.
"she has to go sit down" Owen says as he opens the door to your locker room, "yeah, uhm, her knees aren't the best" Chyna says as she walks Alundra in. "there's always space for an extra front row seat if she wants, y'know?" Vince offers.
"sweet of you, but she doesn't really like people" you say. "uhm, you were looking for me?" you ask as you close your locker room's door leaving Alundra with Owen and Chyna.
"yes! I know you're not a fan of the biggest fan last minute changes but I have something that may interest you" he says.
10:45 pm, backstage.
Vince wanted to know if the fans would cheer for a heel champion, he wanted to turn you heel. you thought it was still relatively early to turn you but he ended up talking you into it regardless, and here you were, regretting you decision.
you hated the idea.
you hated how you were going to turn, it'll seem so out of nowhere. the fans have established you as their babyface. it'll be so confusing for them, what if they feel betrayed?
you hated how you were going to turn so much, should you tell someone? you should definitely tell someone. but were you allowed to tell anyone?
you suddenly zone back in by the sound of the fans cheering, you look up at the t.v in front of you, Steve had won his match against Bret, and you missed the finisher. you sigh.
wait.
you look back at the t.v and realize, Steve and Bret just finished their match. you were up next.
you were next.
you look down at yourself, you were so excited to finally put on this gear when you first saw it this morning. you wore a gorgeous deep red corset top that had golden details and accents with black and red lace and leather skirt with sorts underneath to avoid wardrobe malfunctions. you wore pearl drop earrings and the necklace Hunter got you and your normal boots and gloves, but to top it all off you wore a black and red leather and lace bolero with chains.
now you don't even want to go out there and perform.
you drag your feet down the hallway towards gorilla with so much weight on your shoulders, you might as well faceplant into the floor. you were the last to enter gorilla, Shawn, Taker and Luna were stood on one side and Owen was waiting for you.
"Bret won't perform, he injury is too severe" a staff member said, you look at Vince who was sat by a monitor, glasses sitting at his nose bridge, "what are we gonna do?" you ask, he looks at you then back at the monitor, "we'll send someone out there, don't worry". how is he able to be so relaxed in a moment like this?
you open your mouth to something but immediately close when staff begin playing the Undertaker's theme.
great, now the show is falsely advertising a match.
are you even able to do this? an unwanted heel turn and two matches back to back? pfft.
<<11:00 PM, SUMMERSLAM LIVE>>
THE UNDERTAKER, SHAWN MICHALES AND LUNA VACHON
VS.
[YOURNAME LONGNAME] AND OWEN HART
the arena went dark with no lights in sight, suddenly a spot light is turned on and singular man is standing on the ramp. the man was holding a violin.
the fans listened closely as he began playing a song, it sounded familiar, very familiar especially the last cords. then he stopped playing, the fans cheered and clapped for his talent.
your name flashed across the titantron with a bright red font, then a theme song began playing, not any theme song, the theme song.
your Japanese theme song is back and is better than ever.
those who watched your new japan work were instantly going crazy, japan y/n was something special, and those who never had the joy of watching your matches then, are in for a treat.
you walked down the ramp as the fans sang your old song, you were shocked at how many knew the melody and loudly sung it. you bowed down to the violinist, showing your gratitude and respect for him, and when you lifted your head up, only then did you realize the amount of Japanese fans in attendance.
it brought tears to your eyes in the moment, they were your first supporters and they came to show their support during your first pay-per-view with the WWF, they will always hold a special place in your heart.
you enter the ring and the crowd doesn't get any quieter, Owen waled up to you and explained how you were going to call the match on the spot due to Bret's absence.
the fans watched as the referee talked to both teams, seemingly discussing something, then the referee walks over to the announce table and just from the hand gesture he was making, the fans could tell.
the match was being called off.
Jim Ross and The King both look at each other baffled before King is handed a microphone. both you and The Undertaker look at each other confused, Jerry enters the ring and stands in the between you and Taker.
"I've just been made aware that due to the imbalance between the teams, unfortunately, the match will have to be cancelled" he announces.
and the boos never stopped.
everyone in the ring looked around, completely baffled. what were you going to do? Shawn and Taker began arguing with each other and it seems to have gotten either disrespectful or just out of control, it quickly turned into a shoving competition but the referee and Jerry quickly separated them.
fucking hell.
the arena suddenly went dark again, then a theme song began playing.
The Macho Man's theme song began playing.
the crowd popped massively for him as he ran down the ramp towards the ring, Randy walked past you and Owen and straight to Jerry who handed him the microphone.
"when the teams were picked out, a two months ago, I the guy who was floating around without a team, just here, no rhyme nor a reason. but I think I've chosen who I want to wrestle with" he said.
Randy turns to you and Owen, "I think you two can use some help!".
you shake hands and the Jerry slides out of the ring and the referee calls for the bell to be rung.
the match was on.
and what a match it was.
Randy started out first and immediately went for the Undertaker, it was dream pair and a dream match. these two were both incredibly talented and they made the best out of their time together. Randy tagged you in and Taker brought in Luna.
you two were another dream duo, you hit Luna with your signature hurricanrana and Luna got to show off how crazy she can be. however, the match quickly descended into madness when Luna pinned you and Owen ran in to break up the pin. that's when Shawn jumped in and began hitting Owen.
you tagged in Owen, making him the legal man on your team. Shawn wasn't tagged in. Luna was legal. the referee managed to get Shawn out of the ring, but Luna was punching and attacking a very confused Owen and crowed loudly cheered for her.
Shawn once again jumped in and tagged himself in my tapping on Luna's shoulder, who had to be pulled away from Owen by the referee. however, Shawn and Taker's problem from earlier seemed to have gotten in the way as Taker began yelling at him from outside the ring. Shawn ignored him as him and Owen began wrestling eachother.
Owen then tagged you in before power bombing Shawn, he then set Shawn up on the turnbuckle. you got up on the opposite turnbuckle, this was going to take precision, you took in a deep breath.
you ran across the top rope towards Shawn, then hit a running hurricanrana on him that landed on the outside near the railing. the crowd pop huge for this.
the American crowd has never seen anything like this! running across the top rope? insanity. the Japanese fans have seen you do this move millions of times, yet they still cheered for you.
in the ring Randy and Taker got into it, and Randy managed to land an elbow drop on taker. while Shawn lay out on the floor, you slid into the ring and Luna attacked you again.
Shawn and Owen got into the ring, and began fighting his own teammates, screaming about how he was the legal man. you, Owen and Randy look at each other confused before letting Owen take control.
Taker grabbed Shawn and Put him in a tombstone piledriver, the crowd popped for them, but they were also confused. who turned on who?
Taker then slapped Shawn's back, tagging himself in. Shawn slipped out of the ring and onto the floor as the match continued.
as much as no one wanted his to happen, Taker had Owen in a pin, the referee began counting. one, two..
those in the crowd stood up.
no way.
The Undertaker was going to win?
right before the third count, you jumped in to break up the pin but Luna stopped you, then surprisingly, Shawn hit Taker's with a steel chair to his back and the crowd cheered.
you uppercut Luna knocking her out, Shawn stood in front of Taker who was laying on the mat, steel chair in hand. he then smiled at you, and smiled at him.
the fans stood there baffled as they watched you and Shawn embrace each other, then kiss.
oh you’re evil, most definitely.
Shawn Michaels was on your side all along.
11:00 pm, SUMMERSLAM mainevent.
you were still concerned over how the fans would react to you as a heel, even though not even ten minutes ago they showed that they would be supportive of you.
for the first time in your career you felt insecure over a role you were playing.
it was odd, but you tried to not let it get in the way of your performance. you were staring into the crowd as they cheered, but you couldn’t hear anything, everything was in slow motion and you felt a chill go down your spine as soon as you heard your name be announced.
“the following match and the main event of tonight is a triple threat match for the WWF’s women’s championship!”
the match is going to begin in any minute, Lita stood in a corner and Chyna stood in another. they both could tell that you were completely out of it as they exchanged worries glances.
you can literally hear the fans’ reassurance, they were cheering for you. there shouldn’t be a reason for why you feel so down.
it felt like everything was completely shattered by something so stupid.
this is your time, you can’t afford to let this cost you your first main event in the WWF. it took so much to convince Vince to let this happen, you can’t let him down, you can’t let the fans down, some who literally flew overseas to come see you.
you can’t let Chyna and Lita down, this was their moment too.
so you tried your best, and once the bell rang you put your mind to one thing.
you were here to wrestle, you’re here to put on a show. you’re here to do what you love.
the match started and it seemed like you and Chyna were going to gang up on Lita, she was on your team after all, but boy that was nowhere near what happened.
Chyna immediately picked you up and delivered a powerbomb, turning on you causing the crowd to go wild.
Lita took advantage of Chyna’s betrayal and while you two bickered, she leaped off of the top rope hitting you both with a frog splash. everything quickly picked up from there. Chyna was wowing the crowd with her incredible indurance and powerhouse like strength while Lita put everyone on the edge of their seats with her devilish high spots and dives.
if this match was trying to say something, it was definitely about how you three can put on a show and tear the house down. you were more than capable of completely outshining your male peers who seemed to be more privileged than you.
you three were absolute stars.
the best, however, was yet to come. the closing sequence was clearly taking place, both Lita and Chyna were laid out on the match from exhaustion. you muster up all the strength that’s left in your body and climb on the top rope.
this will get a reaction out of them.
you jump, and for the first time ever, at least on American television, you hit a shooting star press which makes the crowd go absolutely wild. you smile to yourself as you land on top of Lita.
your smile only grows as you and Chyna both rise from the mat, you go back to the top rope that’s across from Chyna. your Japanese viewers knew this too well, but once again, for the first time on American television, you were debuting a new move.
as you tried to maintain your balance on the turnbuckle, the thoughts of self doubt began resurfacing again.
you look around you for a second before closing your eyes.
you inhale.
this is what you’re meant to do, you were born for this.
you open your eyes and look at Chyna, who gives you an invisible nod. you balance yourself and steadily run across half of the top rope before before wrapping your legs around Chyna hitting a hurricanrana on her.
the three of you were sprawled on the mat breathing heavily as the crowd melted onto themselves.
they’ve never seen anything like this! and from a woman too? insanity.
you crawl to Lita, dragging her on top of Chyna then double pinning them.
“what flowers?” Hunter asked, you both share a confused expression. funny enough, he looked more confused than you did. “y’know, those in my locker room… with the note and all that” you explain.
Hunter just stood there.
he was confused because he didn’t recall buying you flowers, and then he began getting a little upset because… wow. someone beat him to buying you flowers. well damn.
“‘wanna see those” he mumbled as you two began walking to your locker room. you couldn’t see it because you were focusing on trying to find out who got you the flowers, but Hunter? oh he was pissed.
some really got you flowers.
someone bought you, his girl who isn’t his girl flowers. he thought that the locker room would know by now, those dating rumours were going around for a fucking reason. these people should know that you were at least talking.
oh, he was livid.
the sight of the large flower bouquets didn’t make him feel any better, he noticed the smaller bouquets too.
“who the hell got these?” he asked, you look up at him, a frown had settled on his face. then you look down at his hands, they were clenched in tight fists and a lot of his veins were visible.
“I-… I don’t know” you began, “I thought it was you that’s why I asked”.
Hunter hums, “okay” he firmly says.
now you were just worried, you knew this look, you knew Hunter. he was about to fuck something up.
“where’s the note?” he asked, you immediately give it him and watch as he carefully reads it.
“backstage admirer?” he read out loud, “fucking hell” he laughed.
this is not good.
“do you know someone who would’ve gotten you flowers?” he asks.
now, if you were being honest, Steve and Owen would always tell you about how the boys backstage would always talk about how much they found you attractive and how they’d kill to be in Hunter’s place.
“I know… some” you say, Hunter looks at you, “Shawn said he knows who it is” you add. Hunter raises an eyebrow, “oh?”
you can almost see the cogwheels in his brain twist and turn, “alright then”.
this really, isn’t good.
2:44 pm, Lita’s locker room.
it was really hot outside. the only thing that was keeping you cool was the cold can of cherry coke that you were sipping on.
“are you actually okay?” Lita asked, you groan loudly. “bro, Hunter is pissed.”
Lita’s eyes widened as she side eyed you, “the flowers?” she asked, “the flowers” you nod. Lita loudly hums, “well shit” she mutters.
“I don’t want him doing stupid shit, that’s why I’m worried” you say. “I mean..” Lita trails off as she opens a can of red bull, “I don’t see him doing stupid shit, he’ll probably pull something… tactical, y’know”
she was right. Shawn’s backstage politicking habits have rubbed on Hunter heavily, he might convince Vince to derail someone’s push or even get them fired. you still couldn’t help but worry about him, or the person he’ll be taking his anger out on.
“Shawn has to be bluffing” Chyna says, she was laid out on the couch in front of you. “you know Shawn, he may know something, but probably just enough to make a joke out of it” she explained.
you hum, there has to be a way for you to get something out of Shawn. he has to be lying, there’s no way he’d do something that he knows will piss his friend off, something that’ll hurt him even! there’s a lie somewhere here…
“god” you groan.
“oh, by the way, I overheard Shawn and Sunny arguing the other day. Sunny kept mentioning your name” Lita said.
you and Chyna sit up and face each other before looking at Lita. “how are you gonna casually bring that up?” Chyna asked. Lita shrugs, “I just forgot to tell you. anyways, Sunny was complaining about how Shawn gives Y/n all of his attention, and how he doesn’t care about her anymore”
it wasn’t like you and Shawn were together all the time, you’ve been cool for the past past two weeks, apart from today that is.
“literally what?” you ask.
“yeah, and she said that he’ll have to pick between you and her” Lita adds.
lord god, this is ghetto. it wasn’t like she didn’t know that you and Shawn were barely even friends, Sunny also kept trying to start up shit with you for no reason. you had better things to do rather than fight someone for a man, a man that you didn’t want. yikes.
“ugh.” Chyna gags, “tell me about it” you snicker. Lita laughed, “I don’t know man, something about knowing that you literally have her gagged is so funny. you should rub it in her face for fun”
you frown, you didn’t like Shawn enough to even consider being that nice to him in front of someone, let alone Sunny. so, the idea of being extra nice to him to piss Sunny off was.. eh, well it was something. hm, maybe you do need to be nice to him.
“I’ll think about it.. later”
you had more than enough occupying your mind right now.
7:45 pm, cafeteria.
Hunter moved his can of cherry coke in circles. he was sitting at a table across from Shawn who was having the same beverage.
Hunter’s stare could burn holes through the tin can, he was genuinely livid. “you alright?” Shawn asked as he noticed that his friend had began squeezing the top of the can. “yep” Hunter sternly said, the can had little indents in it now.
the cafeteria was quite, but it was all too noisy for Hunter. he could hear the staff walking around setting up the arena for the show later, he was able to recognise Steve and Bret’s voices having a conversation down the hall.
he could hear Sunny’s annoying laugh too, the cafeteria itself was quite, but everything else - including Hunter’s mind - wasn’t.
he suddenly remembered what you said.
“Shawn said he knows who it is.”
does he?
“hey, uhm” Hunter began, he stopped for a second and contemplated whether he wanted to do this or not. Shawn was his friend after all.
“do you know what’s with the flowers in Y/n’s locker room?”
Shawn was playing around with his watch, he barely even heard Hunter at first before he looked at him. “nah, no idea”
“oh, swear?” Hunter’s jaw clenched as Shawn hummed, “because I asked Y/n, and she said that you told her that you knew who it was” Hunter added.
Shawn was still as nonchalant as ever, “‘was just teasin’ her” he smiled.
Hunter leaned back in his seat as he took a sip from his drink. one of you wasn’t telling the truth, and Hunter wasn’t about to question his angel. either Shawn’s lying, or there’s a part of the story that he doesn’t know.
he’d like to believe the latter.
Shawn knew where this conversation was going, he was just teasing you! like he always does! Shawn could basically smell the jealousy and anger that reeked from Hunter.
it was silent for a couple minutes, the tension between the two men just kept building up, waiting to be cut by something. even the air would rather be anywhere but here right now.
“honestly?” Hunter asked
“why would I lie to you?” Shawn finally looked at him.
9:35 pm, Raw <Live>
the crowd’s continuous boos were drowning The Undertaker, they didn’t care about what he wanted to say, they didn’t even want him out here. as much as everyone enjoyed the storyline you had going on, they were beginning to get a bit bored of the repetitiveness. they needed something exciting!
chants of “SAVE US Y/N!” began, and once those started no one was going to be able to stop them. there’s been a lot of iconic moments in your career, and the birth of the “Save us Y/n” is definitely up there. it’s both a blessing and curse, a blessing because it can spice up a segment when necessary. only when necessary.
it was also a curse because when it wasn’t necessary, the fans would begin the chant to distract themselves from whatever bullshit was going on in the ring. it had ruined so many segments that wouldn’t been good and messed with wrestlers who were green on the mic.
now, it was just pissing The Undertaker off.
“Y/N IS NOT SAVING YOU FROM SHIT!” he yelled into the microphone.
your music immediately hit and the fans went feral.
the chants went on for a bit as you and The Undertaker stood in the ring facing each other. “I have an offer to make” you began, and the crowd calmed down. “but before I make it, let me introduce my beloved guests”
Bret and Owen came out to Excellence of Execution and the crowd began chanting for the Hart Foundation. Bret was noticeably limping as he walked down the ramp as his ankle was injured.
you look up at The Undertaker as the brothers stand behind you. “Summer Slam is next week, and I think it’s about time we cut this shit and end it” you speak into the microphone. “so how about, Summer Slam, the main event, us three against your choosing from your team in a triple tag team match” you say and the crowd cheers, Taker looks away.
“you told me to prove myself, this is the only way I can face you, officially of course”.
The deadman looks into the crowd longingly, he doesn’t answer for a while, trying to decide whether or not he wants to this.
“hello?” Owen asks, “why should I take up your offer?” Taker asks, you frown at him. “why should you? why should you? you’re the one who started this because you couldn’t stop crying about how this business is built on respect, you’re the one who started this because I apparently aren’t worthy to hold my championship, you started this because you couldn’t stop whining like a little bitch.”
“watch your fucking mouth, Y/l/n”
Bret quickly gets between you and The Undertaker, “I’m standing here, telling you and everyone that I can show you my worth, and you’re running away from the opportunity. you’re a phony motherfucker, nothing but a sellout that hides behind the name of “respect””
“if this is what you’re offering, a waste of my time, you can keep it. I don’t have time for little girls like you” Taker says, he got out from between the ropes and the crowd heavily booed him as he made his way back up the ramp.
“you’re just scared!” you yell into the microphone, he continues walking. “you’re scared because you know I’m right! you’re scared because I’ve already earned your respect but you don’t want to admit it”
he didn’t stop.
“you’re scared because a woman can do your job better than you.”
The Undertaker stopped in his tracks and the crowd popped, yup. that’ll do it.
“what did you say to me?”
“you heard me.”
“listen here you little-”
“yes or no?” you ask
“excuse me?” he asks, “it’s either yes, I’ll take the offer and face you. or no, I’d rather admit that you’re better than me”
a “yes!” chant broke out and Owen began hyping up the crowd but jumping around the ring. The Undertaker stared at you intently, then he suddenly put his hands up, before dragging them down causing the lights to go out.
when the light came back on, Shawn Michaels and Luna Vachon were standing in the ring with you, and before anyone could say anything they began attacking you three.
𓆩★𓆪 working on the indie circuit is difficult, but finding your way out into it again after a very public fallout with a big promotion is even worse. when more than one opportunity present themselves, you feel like a rock in a hard place. what are you going to do?
“I’m proud of you”, a tear slipped down your face as you held the championship in your hands. it took so long to get her, so much time and so much work went into this and you finally did it.
you made history.
“I’m proud of you, Y/n” he repeats placing his hand on your shoulder. you look up at him, nothing in the world can beat the feelings your experiencing right now, you wouldn’t trade this moment for the world.
“I need to talk to you” you wipe your tears away, Hunter’s face drops.
well, here it is. The moment you both have been waiting for.
i’m sorry for making y’all wait long for this garbage.
7:42 am, training.
you never understood why Summer Slam was held in August, August was the beginning of fall. why call it the biggest party of the summer when people are just beginning to over feed their turkeys?
Vince is a creative genius! they say, but June is the epitome of summer, why not do it then? you ask, shut up they reply. who are they? the little voices that cause your daily brain rot known as the WWF creative.
maybe the little voice in your head wasn’t the WWF creative, maybe it was Bret Hart, because it sure does sound like he’s talking to you. wait a minute…
“y/n! get up, what the hell are you doing?”. Bret wasn’t the only person in the ring with you, Owen was running all the ropes over you and you just laid there. you groan out loud and the brothers look at you. “you alright, bud?” Owen asked, “nah man!” you sit up. “what is it?” Bret sits next to you.
“Shawn Michaels!” you exclaim, Bret chuckles, “tell me about it”. you shake your head as it falls to your palm, “no, you don’t get it. we’ve been mostly hostile for the past two weeks, but apparently Shawn and peace don’t come together!” you explain.
“wait” Owen says as he sits on your other side, “what did he do?”
“I was going to the cafeteria earlier, to get coffee and what not, tell me why a staff member pulls me to the side taking ‘bout “oh Shawn’s been trying to get creative to change up the storyline of the y/n-Taker angle”” you say.
“what?” Bret asks and Owen frowns, “what does he gain from that?” he asks. you aggressively shrug before flopping back down, you were both pissed and confused.
why the hell would he be trying to do that? what was the reason? was it something you did? does he just not like you anymore? does he want out of it? because you sure as hell can replace him, and he’s not even on your team!
“you should talk to him” Bret said, you look at him. “and who the hell is he for me to talk to him? I’ll just go directly to Vince” you said. “matter of fact, I’ll go to him right now!”
it wasn’t that long after and you were already knocking on Vince’s door. “oh, y/n, well you’re here early” he smiles as you enter. “drop the fake nice act, you know why I’m here” you say and his face drops as he looks at the paperwork in front of him.
you sit on a chair in front of him and the place your championship on the chair next to you. “whatever it is that that boy Michaels is trying to do better stop immediately.” you begin.
“I don’t know what the hell is going through his head, but if tries fucking with my story, if he tries fucking with my money, he won’t be as pretty as he is right now”.
Vince was nervous, certainly not because he was scared of you or… anything.. but he already okayed Shawn’s idea. they talked about it over the phone yesterday and he thought it was brilliant, excellent even. however, your contact does end by the time it should be executed because it’ll happen on the last bit of your feud with Taker.
and if this is how you’re reacting to just the thought of the idea, you will one hundred percentage not resign if you find out about it.
and what’s he going to do? find another fresh face that the fans will support and go with fully? the fact he was even able to sign you is insane and the amount of money you’ve made for the company since your debut is even crazier. Vince literally couldn’t risk it.
or could he?
“out of everyone you could take ideas from, his?! you took his?! seriously what were you thinking? and why did I have to find out through a staff member? you need to get your priorities straight and make some changes ‘round here”
Vince nods, “yes, Y/n, of course”
“and speaking of making some changes…” you cross your legs as you pull your championship on your lap. “it’s my turn to give you some ideas”
8:27 pm, y/n’s locker room.
“what the hell…” you mutter, who did this to your locker room?
there were five -or at least what you can count- large flower bouquets laid out on the floor, more than fifteen smaller bouquets on your couch and a singular red card on the table in the middle of the room.
from pink to red, yellow, white, and orange, big, medium and small. roses, lilies, tulips, some you couldn’t even names, the room smelled like a freshly watered garden, it was absolutely lovely.
well, this was something!
you were excited because what if someone backstage had a thing for you? trying to be cute with their confession? hmm… but what if it’s an obsessive stalker is trying to kill you? and this was their of expressing their love for you?
you cringe at your own thought before picked up the card from the table.
you’ll find your way to me, one way or another ♡
xoxo, your backstage admirer.
you read the message over and over again, each time it got more interesting, but what got you the most was the perfectly drawn heart at the end.
okay…
but now what?
the girls need to see this!
you grab one of the bouquets and the card in your hand and walk back out into the hallway, only to immediately bump into someone.
“sorry!” you didn’t even see who that was, “whatcha got there, pretty girl?”, of course it was Shawn. “what do you want? actually! do you know who put those here?” you ask.
you push the flowers to the side, Shawn shakes his head. “I‘be been wondering why my allergies have been triggered, I see why now” he says, you rolled your eyes. “I didn’t ask all that” you say, “do you or do you not know?” you ask.
Shawn huffs and he faints being hurt, placing a hand on his chest. “you’re so mean to me!” you begin walking away and towards the dressing room when he says.
“what if I do know him”, you can practically hear his smirk. “then tell me”, he shakes his head again, “be nice to me!” he demands. again with the be nice to me shit, you are nice to him! sometimes!
“i’ll find out myself!”
oh find out yourself, alright.
Shawn knew what he was doing, why would he tell you who it was? as far as he’s concerned he was a part of this little plan, and he benefited from it. you can try as hard as you wanted to but you were never going to find out.
you didn’t need him, but you wanted to know who that is so badly. little did you know, someone was watching your little interaction from afar.
“wait so who…?” Chyna asked, “I don’t know and it’s killing me!” you head falls to your palm, “it’s probably your man” Lita teases.
“huh?” you look up, she rolls her eyes, “don’t act all dumb now, you know we see you and Hunter” Lita wiggled her eyebrows. wait, she’s onto something..
you didn’t even consider Hunter as an option because the card said “secret”, maybe you do know the person! maybe it is Hunter!
but why write secret admirer? and what were the flowers for? you have so many questions.
“what is it with you and Hunter by the way?” Chyna smiles, “oh, for fuck’s sake” you mutter hiding a smile.
you don’t know what you and Hunter are.
you really like each other but no one is making the first move, you find yourself tangled in his bedsheets more often that you should, he catches himself staring at you longer than appropriate, it’s the little touches and the stolen kisses, nothing ever goes further, but deep down you both want them to.
“I don’t know” you mutter as you walk towards the door, “where are you going?” Lita asks, “I got some digging to do! and some questions that need answers..”
10:18 pm, Raw <Live> w/ Y/n Y/l/n and Mr. Perfect on commentary!
the match you wrestled tonight was a bit upsetting to you, you loved working with Luna! you absolutely did, but you had to squash her on tonight’s Raw per Vince’s request.
he wasn’t budging so you just did what you had to do, it was a quick match and the crowd was puzzled as to why it went by so fast but at least you showed up tonight.
the highlight of the match however, was you and Gorilla Monsoon showing off the new women’s championship design, which the crowd popped massively for.
this morning you showed Vince a sketch of what you thought would look cool on a belt, and he liked it enough to were he said that he knew a guy that knew a guy that get the belt fully designed by the end of the day.
and here it was, propped up in front of you at the commentary desk as you sat next to Jim Ross and Jerry Lawrer. the match you were watching was Marc Mero vs. Hunter Hearst Helmsley for intercontinental championship, the match was supposed to be between Hunter and Mr. Perfect, but alas, a match was booked.
“I really feel bad about not being able to perform in front of all of these great fans” Mr. Perfect said, you laugh. “it’s not like you’d be able to win anyways” you snicker, “I see you’re Hunter’s team, Y/n” Jim says, you nod. “have you seen Hunter?” you ask. “I definitely see him and OH! Hunter with a suplex!”
you didn’t know what to expect from being commentary, it was weird watching from outside of the ring, but definitely an experience.
Hunter pushes the referee into the the ropes to stop Marc from hitting “the wild thing”, in Japan it’s called a shooting star press but apparently no one has done it here before which in itself was a wild thing.
“we’ll that wasn’t gentlemanly of him!” Mr. Perfect bellowed, “oh he’s is a gentleman alright!” you defend him. “oh yeah? what do you know about Hunter?” Mr. Perfect asked, “a lot! and none of it is of your business!”
“you listen here, little girl-”
“or what?”
the crowd pops as Marc launches himself at Hunter from the top rope, he gets up after a bit and they begin throwing each other around and Hunter pushes Marc on the referee, Mr. Perfect stands up and Jim warns him to not interfere.
“he won’t interfere” you say getting up, “but I will!”, you rush towards the ring and the audience cheers again, you make sure the referee stays down as Mr. Perfect also rushes to the ring, steel chair in hand.
he hands it to you.
you walk towards Hunter, but hit Marc with the chair making him drop to the mat. Mr. Perfect drags the referee towards Hunter who now covered Marc to count.
1,2,3!
the crowd pops and Hunter’s music plays, he’s the new champion. Mr. Perfect hands him the IC championship and hands you yours. Hunter hugs Mr. Perfect, they he hugs you tightly, then picks you up over his shoulder as you both raise your championships.
this one hundred percent will intensify your dating rumours.
shenanigans, but at least you participated.
you barely made it back to the locker room area before Hunter was spinning you around and about, kissing all over your face.
“i’m so proud of you!” you hold him close, “now we both have gold” he smiles, “thank you, angel”. you giggle, “you already thanked me, Hunter. you’ve done enough” you say.
tumblr keeps trying to silence me and i soon will sue im sick and tired.
#anyways i just realized i messed up the header the writing 7 instead of 8 pls pretend it’s not there
hows everyone doing i know this chapter is a bit overdue but hey at least i managed to get something out am i right or what good god i hate it here.
y/n got haters yikes !! how uncool do you have to be to not like y/n like damn
gotta love owen and y/n’s stupid shit they’re so cute i love them
“can I at least get up? I want water” you say.
Hunter hasn’t left your side since you passed out after Raw. he even went as far as kicking Chyna out of your room so he can be close in case you needed anything.
“no. you stay here, I’ll get it for you” he says. damn, okay. well, since you were going to have a big, strong man refuse to leave your side he might as well play his role to the fullest. as soon as Hunter stepped back into the room with a glass of water you sunk under your blanket, forcing yourself to shiver as hard as you can.
“Y/n? are you okay?” he asked placing the cup on the nightstand, he sat next to you and rubbed your shoulder.
“better not be a fever or something. are you cold, angel?” he asks, and you nod. he gets up again, seemingly to turn up the heating but you grab his arm.
“come lay next to me” you tug on his arm, he smiles. Hunter slides under the covers with you, wrapping his arms around you pulling you close. he was always so warm.
you were tired, you couldn’t deny that, but you were falling asleep quicker than you thought. Hunter was quietly talking about something stupid he and Shawn did but your eyes were failing you.
Shawn and Hunter were growing closer day by day, they were close to being inseparable. you and Shawn were very slowly beginning to get along, he was still quite unbearable but he wasn’t as loud and obnoxious as he usually is.
sometimes you’d catch him staring at you intensely you’d think he’s zoned out, but he’d smile and look away. it felt like he was planning something or trying to follow along with something but you couldn’t put your finger onto it.
frankly, he sometimes straight up scared you because what the hell?
“what’s up with Shawn?” you mumble rubbing your eyes, Hunter looks down at you confused. as far as he’s concerned, Shawn is doing just fine. “what do you mean?” Hunter asks.
you tiredly shrug, “he’s been… off”. you didnt know how to explain it but Shawn hasn’t been acting like himself, you didn’t hate him for it, thank god he’s been calmer but damn it if it wasn’t freaking you out.
“like what?” Hunter asks, you shrug again. “you know… he kinda just sits there - and stares - he seems quite reserved” you say. Hunter hums.
he noticed it too, should he tell you?
“what’s that about?” you ask, well its not like he’s losing anything.
“y’know how him and Sunny have had a thing?”, you nod. “well.. Shawn is kinda really into this other girl, but Sunny isn’t uhm..” Hunter trails off.
you sit up, “isn’t…?”
Hunter sighs, “she isn’t taking that very well” he leans back. “Sunny sees her as the competition, since she’s the original diva and all that” Hunter explains.
you looks down at your hands, … is this about you?
you hum and lay against Hunter’s chest, “right” you mutter.
3:09 pm, central London.
London was always a fun time. you’ve come here several times in your time with New Japan and more on your own, it’s was always sweet.
you’re more excited about being with your friends in this time, well, four friends and the man child that tagged along. seriously, for fucks sake, can Shawn Michaels ever not whine?
“Chynaaaaaaa” he dragged, Chyna was sick and tired. the moment the plane landed she immediately caught a cold, she was tired of Shawn’s constant whining and him breathing on her neck.
“what the fuck is it this time?” she asks, irritated. Shawn huffs, “are we there yet?” he asks, Chyna turns to him and squeezes his face. “am I the one who’s fucking driving? ask Y/n. or are you scared of getting smacked again?” she taunts.
Shawn pulls away from her and huffs again, “as if” he boasts, “then why aren’t you talking to me?” you asks, your eyes meeting in the rear view mirror. Shawn is flustered and instantly looks away, “because!” he reasons.
you were driving because you knew London better than the rest of them. Shawn was sitting directly behind you, Hunter was in the passenger’s seat, and Chyna was squished between Shawn and a sleeping Lita.
it’s a quite for a while, apart from the occasional chatter between you, Hunter and Chyna, and Lita’s light snores.
“Y/nnnnnnnnn” Shawn whined, you raise an eyebrow. “so you aren’t scared of me?” you smile, “pfft, no I’m not. I’m hungry” Shawn said, you grab your bag that was sitting on Hunter’s lap and give it to Shawn.
“there’s chips and a juice box in there” you say, “and stop fucking whining before I pull the fuck over” you threaten, “yes ma’am!” Shawn said as he opened the bag. you slapped the wrestling ability out of his body the other day, but he’s giving out for a bag of chips?
an actual child.
“where’d you get this car anyway?” Hunter asks, “from Davey” you answer. “oh right, he’s bri’ish innit” Hunter says with the shittiest british accent ever, it’s almost scottish. “don’t ever in your fucking life-” you laugh, “a bo’o o wota!” he exclaims.
“it’s chewsdae innit bruv” he continued mocking Davey while Chyna and Shawn cracked up in the back and you held back the urge to join him.
“we’ll gaur to thee pub and get drunk til dawn, eh?”
“why is he talking like that?” Lita asked, rubbing her eyes. “he thinks he’s funny” Shawn deadpans, “I am funny!” Hunter counters.
see? fun. so, very fun. this is going to be a long day.
“guys, are we there yet?” Lita asks, Chyna groans. “oh, don’t start you”, Hunter laughs. “we’re here”.
well this isn’t bad.
you’re in your own room this time, this girls are on completely different floors. Chyna was on the second while Lita was on the sixteenth, you were on the eighth. Shawn was the only person on the same floor as you but he was still down the hallway, the only other people were the Hardy brothers but you barely knew them.
you’re not liking that fact that you have to get used to this, you and the girls always roomed together! you were going to be bored as fuck for the rest of the day, or until you three figure out a way to be together without anyone noticing.
apparently, sharing a room isn’t allowed anymore because some people with getting into petty fights and left rooms trashed, and Vince isn’t paying a dime out of pocket to fix anything.
to be honest, fair enough.
but hey, they didn’t say visits aren’t allowed. you’re laying down on your bed, you look down at your self, you were only wearing an oversized “Chyna Syndrome” shirt and no pants. “fuck.” you mutter.
do you need to wear pants? the shirt went down to your knees basically. “tsk” you get up and slide on your crocs.
on your way out you grab a bottle of water and lock the door behind you. at the end of the hall you can see Shawn leaving his room, more like sneaking out of his room. he waved at you with a half smile and you wave back with a confused look.
“where are you headin’?” he asks leaning against his door, “Lita’s” you say approaching him, Shawn shakes your hand for some reason …okay? “and you?” you ask, “I’m going to-”
then you hear a door loudly slam behind you.
“heyyyy y/n” her voice glees.
oh, for fucks sake man.
you both look behind you, “oh” you mumble looking at Shawn. “hey.. Sunny” you say looking at the ground, scratching your neck. “no, no, no! Hunter! I’m going to hang out with Hunter not her” Shawn quickly answers.
the second Sunny saw you with Shawn her stomach did a flip. Shawn was replacing her with you! he’s been slipping away from her since the moment you arrived and the only times he was with her were, as Shawn said, “to make Y/n jealous”.
you didn’t give two fucks, she knew you didn’t. she didn’t like you not one bit. first you come in and you’re treated like the federation’s priority, then you’re given the women’s title on your debut, everyone seems to really fucking like you and you’re stealing her man who’s not her man now?
too much.
Sunny narrowed her eyes at you, she couldn’t tell if you were leaving Shawn’s room or if you’re about to go in, but your clothes told her a lot. you’re only wearing a big shirt and Shawn wore a snapback and khaki shorts without a shirt.
well, well, well.
“how are you babe?” Sunny asks as she leans in for a hug, she squeezes you for a bit. she looks at you with a slight frown as she passive aggressively interrogates you about your day.
Shawn’s knees were on the verge of giving out from under him. the girl he wants nothing to do with and the girl he’d kill himself trying to get an ounce of attention from in the same place. what kind of hellish dream is this?
“I see you two are …close.” Sunny says eyeing you and Shawn, you and Shawn scramble to explain you don’t really like each other but are in the same friend group. “oh, so are you like hanging out or hanging out?” she asks.
“excuse me?” you make a face, “of course we are!” Shawn chirps, “we’re actually going to Lita’s room right now!”.
who the fuck is we?
“we?” you ask looking at him, “of course we baby!” Shawn smiles, “baby?” Sunny glares at Shawn. Shawn who wanted the floor to crack beneath him and swallow him whole. “yup!” he grabs your hand and pulls you towards the elevator.
“bye Sunnies! see you later! hopefully never!” Shawn mumbled the last part as he pushed you into the elevator.
what the hell was that interaction?
“what are you doing?!” you yank your hand away from Shawn. “this chick won’t leave me alone!” he reasons, you click the button to the sixteenth floor. “I don’t even like her!”. you shrug and shake your head, “that ain’t got nothing to do with me”
“oh, it does” Shawn chuckles. “what?” you ask, Shawn takes off his snapback and runs a hand through his hair before putting it back on. “don’t worry about it.”
“fine.”
it’s silent for a bit, then he speaks up again.
“do you really wanna know?”, of course he cracked. you roll your eyes, “no shit” you huff, “I’ll tell you if you’re nice to me” he crosses his arms over his chest. you look at him confused.
“I am nice to you! I offered to drive you here”
“you drove the whole group here”
“I gave you my food”
“you’re always giving someone something”
“… at least I’m not an asshole to you!”
“you slapped the hair colour off of me three days ago!”
you lean against the gold metal of the elevator, “well, let’s be real here, you deserved that” you point to him. “now tell me!”
“be nice to me first!” he demands, “I am! what more do you want from me?!” and Shawn smirks, aw hail.
“nah man” you wave him off, and he laughs. “nah, I’d rather die” you groan, “you want me so bad” he scoffs. there he goes again with that stupid phrase he uses to annoy you.
“how many times do I need to tell you that I don’t even like you? we’re only here because we have the same friend group.” you reason.
“oh c’mon baby” he steps closer to you, “everyone wants me” he flashes his pretty boy smile. you roll your eyes again, “not everyone” you scoff.
“oh really?” he steps even closer, you push him away and he leans against the opposite wall.
jeez, aren’t you there yet? you look up, tenth floor.
“you’re acting too confident for someone in your position” you say, Shawn chuckles. “too confident?” he asks, you nod as you step closer to him.
“I can do whatever I want to do with you, and you won’t say anything” you smile, you stand right in front of him. you place your hands on his bare chest, they’re a bit cold so they make him inhale sharply. “n-no you w-won’t”
“aww, the pretty boy is stuttering! what is it? cat got your tongue, baby?” you say the nickname back to him. “n-no!” he looks away, you grab his face and force him to look at you.
“you’re not the most subtle person, Michaels.” you begin and Shawn’s eyes widen a bit, “I know you want my attention, actually, you need my attention”.
Shawn gulps, no way.
“close your eyes” you whisper, you’re so close to each other you can almost see his breath hitching his throat. you lean in and Shawn begins panicking.
his hands and sweaty and his knees will buckle in any moment, you weren’t actually going to kiss him, right? right?!
he opens his eyes for a split second and quickly shuts them, and oh lord.
yes way.
he knows that you can hear his heart beating at this point, your lips and so close to each other, so close…
ding!
you giggle and pull away from him, Shawn opens his eyes, he’s breathless and shivering for some reason. you walk towards the door and look at him before leaving.
“you don’t need to tell me, I already know what it is”.
8:20 pm, dressing room.
you’ve changed your clothes into your gear and stood in front of the mirror of the dressing room as you laced up your boots. you were having a good time styling your hair and playing around with makeup, then you heard an agitating, loud noise.
“oh heyyyyy y/n”, you look up through the mirror and the blonde was standing behind you. you roll your eyes as you line your lips, “are you working tonight?” Sunny asked, “‘cause I am”, you look up again as one of your eyebrows are raised.
“really?” you ask, applying lip gloss. she sits on the chair besides yours and sprays enough hairspray to kill a bug infestation. “mhm, I’m working with Taker and Shawn”
your eyes immediately met hers through mirror again, now wait a fucking minute. “seriously?” you ask and she nods. you were confused, pissed off, but more confused. “what do you mean you’re working with them? it’s me, Bret and Owen against Taker, Shawn and Lita” you say.
Sunny smirks, “aw why do you care? are you jealous of me?”. you look at her again and huff before paying attention to your hair.
bingo.
if Sunny could cackle loudly she would, she was trying to get a reaction out of you and she got what she wanted.
“I’m not jealous” you begin and Sunny frowns, “I’m pissed than no one told me they were swapping out Lita for you” you say. Sunny narrows her eyes at you, “what do you mean me?” she asks. you lean back in your seat, “y’know, you can’t wrestle, never took a bump. kinda useless honestly” you explain.
she laughs out loud, “useless?” she asks, “useless?” she asks again. “be real y/n, the only reason you’re here is because Vince wants to beat WCW’s ratings”, it was your turn to laugh loudly.
you’ve actually had enough of this bitch. the amount of time you made yourself the bigger person when she’d try to pick fights with you, the amount of times she was rude to you for no reason, the amount of times you tried to befriend her only for her to put on her “bitchy blonde” act.
not today.
“be real Sunny” you repeat her words, “your only purpose in this company is to keep knobs clean.” and the smile on her face evaporated, “and you don’t seem to be doing a good job considering all the locker room has been on their knees for me” you say putting away the makeup.
“tsk, tsk, tsk” you snicker, “what a shame, at least other women get paid for what you’re doing”, Sunny felt stupid for even trying to begin with you.
“now be a good girl and go clean my championship for me.”
jesus wept.
Sunny stormed out of the room so quickly you almost missed it, and hilariously then. you got and idea.
the room’s door opened and you half expected Sunny to come in but it wasn’t her, it’s was someone else. “hey” he said through a tight lipped smile, “hey Rocky” you greet the man. “how are you?”
“oh I’m okay! just had a match with Hunter, light work y’know” he said sitting on a chair on the other side of the room. “yeah I saw the first five minutes of it, great suplexes by the way” you compliment. “thank you!” he smile.
“why are you sitting to so far away? c’mere” you pat on the chair next to you, The Rock hesitates a bit but he moves next you anyway, he didn’t want to seem like a creep but he’s always looked at you from afar. you’re really fucking pretty to him, and being this close to you… he couldn’t help but stare.
you both talk about your day and the matches on tonight’s card, you like him, he was probably one of the chillest people in the roster, right after Al Snow because no one tops him.
“we should work together after my thing with Taker” you suggest and he tenses up. “you want to work with me?” he asked, you chuckle. “yeah why not?” you ask back.
“I’m nowhere near as good as you are” he begins, “I mean, you’re New Japan’s ace, Antonio Enoki’s golden girl, probably the best women’s champion Vince has ever had” he said and the smile on your face was big. “aw, Rocky”
“no really, I would love to work with you but I need to work on myself first” he explained. “I’ll make you my right hand man, I’ll help you get over with the crowd.” you smile. “like a teacher?” he chuckles.
“exactly that! Y/n’s keys to success; step one: be kinda funny, step two: unclear, and step three: cash money Y/l/n. I don’t know but you’ll get there” you say.
“yes ma’am” he laughs, “now, your first mission as my apprentice, bring me Vince. I think there’s commercial break right now, and I have an idea”
<<9:19 pm>>
“are you-… are you serious?” you asked, you were in a random storage room with Owen. your voice came out more nasal as you had pinched your nostrils shut. “yup!” Owen smile, “and I’m so excited you don’t even know”
you look at each other then back at the buckets in front of you. disgusting. what’s disgusting?
pig shit.
you specifically asked for you and Owen to pull “one of your pranks” solely for shits and gigs, you were both rightfully excited but maybe the animal feces were a bit overkill. Vince was excited when you told him about your plan but this was… something.
“so we’ll have some staff set this up above the ring, and we’ll dump it when’s it’s time” Owen explained. “what if it misses and falls on us?” you ask, “we’re gonna be on the ramp, remember?” Owen says.
“…right”
you quickly left the room as you didn’t want the smell to linger on your clothes. you’re walking down the hallway when you bump into someone, “damn” you look at them, it’s Al Snow!
“oh, hey man” you say, “you good? you weren’t really looking in front of you” he looks at your head concerned. you shake your head, “I’m fine, but you’re built a mountain, jeez that was rough”
“why thank you, pretty” he laughs. “does my gear look alright?” you were concerned about whether or not the pig shit found its way to your clothes. “pfft, you look good” Al scoffs, “no, wait. I mean, your clothes look okay, no they look great” he corrects himself, you raise an eyebrow.
“I mean, you look good too! and your clothes- gear looks just okay! I mean great! wait-”
“I got the memo, Al” you laugh patting his shoulder before walking along. “talk! learn how to talk to her!” he whispered to himself.
10:23 pm, Raw <Live>
“Tag! Y/n is legal” Jim Ross bellows.
the crowd popped loudly, you were finally face to face with The Undertaker in the ring, weeks of storytelling and tension building up, but no one was dumb enough to believe you were putting an end to it here. they’re wrestling fans after all, they’re used to having their face spat on.
you quickly began running the ropes before hitting him with your signature frankinstiener and the crowd cheered again. the referee quickly separated you two and Taker tagged Sunny, there was audible groans throughout the crowd. relatable.
this mix of people made sense. you, Taker, Shawn, The Hart brothers and… of all people? …Sunny? both Lita and Luna Vachon are on Taker’s team, why is Sunny suddenly in the mix?
making quick work of her, you powerbomb her. you climb the ropes and pull Shawn over into a suplex. as Shawn lay on the mat holding his back you tag in Bret, he locks Shawn in a sharpshooter while you lock Sunny in one. if she taps your team wins, she’s the legal one after all.
Taker then interferes which causes Owen to run in and hit him with a clothesline, it quickly gets messy as the crowd cheers for the brawl that materializes.
after a bit of fighting back and forth, you and the Harts leave the ring, and Taker’s team are given a count out win. the crowd boos as the bell rings, you grab a microphone.
“you didn’t win this one, deadman. come find me when have someone I can actually wrestle on your team” you point to Sunny, and “ooo”s erupt from the crowd.
“but until then, enjoy your shitty win, fuckers”
suddenly, smelly brown liquid rained onto the three and the crowd went wild. Taker and Shawn were flabbergasted while Sunny stood there screaming bloody murder. the usually good looking diva was stuck covered in pig shit and wailing like a child.
what made you feel joy from within you was how Taker, Shawn and Sunny didn’t about the gift you and Owen brought with you, but Sunny’s reaction was the best.
just what she deserves.
before you could even reach behind the curtains, you could hear Vince laughing uproariously. of course, of course he thinks poop jokes are funny.
“what do you think of that?” Owen giggled, and Vince laughed some more. “wonderful!” he laughed, “wonderful bullocks!”
𓆩♡𓆪 episode seven: FIRST DEFENSE. (original vers.)
chanelle made two versions?!!??!? everyone pretended to be shocked pls i had to lol i wanted a more canon version of the episode so i made this i dont know if it makes sense but i hope at least lmao hunter is the loml clown anon stay mad LOL
12:00 pm, y/n’s locker room.
there is a sudden european tour, no one expected it because it literally came out of nowhere. the next european tour was supposed to be next March through to June, but here you were along with everyone else.
“why do you look so cross?” Davey asked, you huff. “seriously, you’ve been pissed this whole morning” Bret leans forward. almost all of your friends were crammed in your locker room.
The Hart Foundation, Steve, Randy, Chyna, Lita, Sherri, Hunter, and oddly Shawn was there too. he was the only one sitting in silence, Shawn hadn’t uttered a single word since he’s come here.
“dude, we’re gonna be there until January, we’re in mid July. there is so much shit I wanna to do here before going on a european tour” you complained, “nah, you’ll have fun” Steve reassured.
you groaned as you got up and stretched. you’ve all been crammed here for hours at this point just chatting and planning the things you’ll do on tour, you quickly left the room to walk around a bit.
as your hands massaged your neck you heard footsteps behind you, you look back then smile. “hey angel” Hunter said as he caught up to you, “heyyyy” you drag as you lean on his shoulder, Hunter reached his hand and patted on your hair and played with it. “you okay?” he asked, “I’m so annoyed” you whine, “I swear it’s been like creative has been on drugs this whole week” and Hunter sighs.
“tell me about it” he mutters.
you squeeze him tighter and he kisses the top of your head. you and Hunter have been having a thing for while now, ever since the night after the club.
“I gotta go, Vince wants to see me” you slowly pull away from him, “but I want you to stay” Hunter pouts and you chuckle, “I do too” you smile. “do you wanna hang out later?” Hunter asks, you nod and squeeze him again.
he walks you to Vince’s office, his hand swinging yours like a toy.
you push the door open and he stands behind you and leans agains the wall, “you’re not coming?” you ask, he frowns a bit. “why would I? Vince wants to see you” he says, you pout then enter.
“hey” you walk in, “come in y/n” Vince smiles, “I have some news for you!”.
oh god.
“sit down, this is really exciting!” he reassures, “I mean, you seem excited by it. I hope it is” you sigh.
“for tonight, I want you, Chyna and Lita to be the first women in history to main event Raw” he says.
oh.
“you’re gonna defend your championship against them, and this time, the match can be as long you want it to be. I should’ve listened to you last time. I just want you to do one thing, make this match better than your debut match, I know it’s not going to be difficult for you. you’re a good wrestler, so put on a good show” he encouraged.
you almost didn’t hear a thing from what he said. main event Raw? with your friends? a defense match for as long as you want?
this is going to be so fucking good.
“wait, wait, now hold on, what’s the catch?” you ask, Vince is being too nice. where is this coming from?
“what do you mean?” Vince asks, you narrow your eyes at him. “so you’re just doing this out of the kindness of your heart? just because?” you ask. Vince laughs.
“you’re the needle mover, y/n!” he says and you frown again. “every show you’ve put on has been highly rated, and ever since your debut it’s like it’s been raining money on us. plus house shows that you’re on sell out, do you know how hard it is to sell out a house show?” he asks.
“well I wouldn’t know” you chuckle, Vince laughs again, “you’re currently the best thing I have going, and I want to treat you accordingly. I want to know if you can be the face of the company, if you can carry it on your back” he explains.
you’re taken aback, flabbergasted even.
“face of the company?? carry it on my back?? are you even aware of what you’re saying?” you ask. he must be on something today.
“yes, and I’m sure of it” he smiles.
seriously, what’s the catch?
3:28 pm, rehearsals hall.
the method to the “Apocalypse of Y/n” in Japan was careful preparation. to this day there is no wrestler that was as over as you were, everyone who worked with you had the match of their career was because of how specific you were when producing your matches. everything had to be in a very, very concise manner.
“I feel like you guys hate me now” you huff, Chyna loudly exhales while Lita nods.
you’ve been putting together your match for almost three and a half hours. practicing and reworking every spot until it’s perfect, you made them rehearse everything at least four times and you were all now exhausted.
“I know I do” Lita breathed making you laugh.
“damn, we really are the main event tonight” Chyna says.
it still feels unreal.
“I know, right” you smile, you were extremely exhausted. if anything, you needed a nap. the sound of Lita and Chyna’s voices seemed to go in and out of your ears as your eyes fought to stay open.
you almost fell asleep.
… almost, that is.
until Owen ran into the room, the loud slam of the door jolting you awake.
“Y/N? Y/N! BRET AND SHAWN ARE FIGHTING AGAIN!”
oh god, you quickly slide off of the ring and run after Owen.
Bret Hart and Shawn Michaels, a tale as old as time. they never had the best relationship and clearly don’t plan on doing so for a while. their relationship was as simple as mutual respect at first, until Shawn rose through the ranks and became the colossal dickhead that he is now. understandable that Bret wouldn’t like him, a lot don’t, even you.
you could hear their yelling from down the hall, you can even hear something crashing and breaking.
the moment you approach them, you immediately push Bret away from Shawn. they’re both cursing and screaming at each other, you, Owen and Jimmy held back Bret while Hunter and Taker held back Shawn.
“what the fuck are you two doing?!” you yell at them, “are you seriously doing this? again?!” and they both scramble to answer you.
“he started it! I didn’t do jackshit to him, it’s his damn fault!” Bret yelled while pointing at him. “ME?! that was you! you ripped my fucking hair out and beat me!” Shawn countered, “because you fucking tried me you cunt-”
“I swear to god, I will slap the taste out of your fucking mouths” you threaten, “is this fucking necessary? every single time? if you two want to fight the parking lot is fucking empty. if you want to sort this out like men, sit your asses in seats and talk it out. how many fucking times are you going to do this, huh? how many times are you going to fucking drag the rest of us into this? I’m genuinely sick of you two fighting like sewer rats, either end it or there will be fucking problems” you spat.
everyone was silent, Bret knew you’d deck his face if he opens his mouth, Taker already had a piece of you that made him a believer and the rest would like to stay in one chunk.
except Shawn, obviously.
“and what does this have to do with you? my problem is with him.” Shawn said.
and indeed you slapped the taste out of his mouth, the sound echoed and the men silently gasped. “the him you’re talking about is my brother, you bitch” you chimed, “and good thing your problem is with him, because personally, I would’ve killed you.”
you turn to Bret, “I thought you knew better”.
<<9:21 pm>>
today has been as been as stressful as a motherfucker.
you’ve been working out for almost two hours now, you wanted to look your best for tonight. you were hopped up on caffeine and energy drinks to stay wide awake. you were nervous for some reason, you’ve done this before, you’ve been the main event in many shows, hell you’ve even headlined pay-per-views, but this felt different for some reason.
your heart was beating fast from being on the treadmill for so long, you got off of the machine, done with your workout. you heart continued beating really fast, it felt like it just kept getting faster and faster and you felt extremely light headed, you barely made it out of the gym before you weren’t able to breathe, that’s when you collapsed to the floor. you must be having a heart attack.
“Y/N?” it was Hunter, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak or call out for him. Hunter ran towards you and picked you up, “what happened? y/n?! talk to me” he scooped you up in his arms and immediately went for the nurse.
this is not good.
everything went by so quickly from an ambulance being called to Hunter, Chyna and Lita going with you to the hospital. Hunter was worried, imagine how you, Vince, Chyna and Lita felt. this simple match was creating history, this was really important for you.
“she’s just severely dehydrated, there’s too much caffeine in your system and you seem to be very overworked” the doctor said.
“can I wrestle?” you ask, all you could think about is the match. “y/n?” Hunter said, “you can, but I don’t recommend you do that” the doctor said.
you can wrestle, and you will.
10:25 pm, Raw <Live>
you were given the last thirty five minutes of the show, so you were going to put on a show. it was about time your gear was ready.
not necessarily ready, but more put together. you had individual items but it took a while to coordinate them.
a basic white tank top and an army green pair of cargo shorts, you wore a chest harness and a thigh harness and topped off with fingerless leather gloves. you styled some combat boots that stopped a inch below your knees and the necklace that Hunter gave you.
definitely not ground breaking, but it differentiated you from the girls.
Lita was out in a thunderstorm of boos doing her “I don’t think y/n deserves the championship because i’m on the Untertaker’s team” shtick.
the crowd was heavily booing her and she called them “a field of cows” which made them boo even louder.
but the hate train stopped the moment your music began, their saviour is here.
chants of “SAVE US Y/N!” drowned everything including your theme. you stood right in front of Lita holding your title up high as your noses almost touched. you pushed her away from you before a referee quickly separated you two.
you’re handed a microphone, “I didn’t come by myself” you began, “I brought one of my favorite superstars” you smile.
as soon as Chyna’s theme played the crowd went ballistic.
everyone knew Lita was fucked. triple threat be damned, this was your first title defense, you were obviously going to retain it.
“that’s unfair! you’re two and I’m one!” Lita panicked, “and what about it?” Chyna asked making the crowd cheer. “sweetheart, don’t worry about this being and two on one, yeah you’re gonna get beat up, but it’s a triple threat, it is fair” you say.
you hand the referee your belt and the bell is quickly rung.
this was a “Match of The Year” candidate if not the winner, you three put on over thirty minutes of world class wrestling. all of you coming out looking good, Chyna was able to show her incredible strength and power, Lita stunned the crowd with her high rope spots and daring act, and you showcased the heart of wrestling that is your technical ability and grace in the ring.
you won the match, pinning Chyna for the 1,2,3. Chyna held up your hand along with the referee, you both wanted to shake Lita’s hand, but you couldn’t since she was on The Undertaker’s team, but the crowd gave her what she deserved as the chanted all three of your names.
you couldn’t even make it back to your locker room without your legs feeling like jelly, that was your fault. you should’ve stayed hydrated after coming from the hospital.
you quickly fall back onto your sofa, breathing hard. you close your eyes momentarily but you open them again when there’s a knock on your door, “hey” you look to your left, it was Hunter.
you hum, Hunter was holding a flower bouquet as he walked in. “you look tired” he says sitting besides you, you hum again. “y/n? are you okay?” he asked, you rest your head on his shoulder. “y/n?”
your eyes fluttered open and you face him for a second, you get up and you’re immediately hit by a wave of dizziness. Hunter gets up and holds you up properly, “y/n? talk to me, are you okay?” he asks. you point towards the door, you wanted to get some water, or anything drink.
“I n-need, I-…”
“what? what is it?” Hunter asks, you couldn’t finish what you were saying, your eyes shut one last time and you fell back against Hunter, passing out.
Hunter was panicking horribly, he held you against him and rushed out to the nurse’s office.
𓆩♡𓆪 episode seven: FIRST DEFENSE. (christmas special)
the vince part of the flyer has a messed up part but PRETEND ITS NOT THERE this is a hot mess and it’s short too lmaooo
12:00 pm, y/n’s locker room.
there is a sudden european tour, no one expected it because it literally came out of nowhere. the next european tour was supposed to be next March through to June, but here you were along with everyone else.
“why do you look so cross?” Davey asked, you huff. “seriously, you’ve been pissed this whole morning” Bret leans forward. almost all of your friends were crammed in your locker room.
The Hart Foundation, Steve, Randy, Chyna, Lita, Sherri, Hunter, and oddly Shawn was there too. he was the only one sitting in silence, Shawn hadn’t uttered a single word since he’s come here.
“dude, we’re gonna be there until January, we’re in mid July. there is so much shit I wanna to do here before going on a european tour” you complained, “nah, you’ll have fun” Steve reassured.
you groaned as you got up and stretched. you’ve all been crammed here for hours at this point just chatting and planning the things you’ll do on tour, you quickly left the room to walk around a bit.
as your hands massaged your neck you heard footsteps behind you, you look back then smile. “hey angel” Hunter said as he caught up to you, “heyyyy” you drag as you lean on his shoulder, Hunter reached his hand and patted on your hair and played with it. “you okay?” he asked, “I’m so annoyed” you whine, “I swear it’s like creative has been on drugs this whole week” and Hunter sighs.
“tell me about it” he mutters.
you squeeze him tighter and he kisses the top of your head. you and Hunter have been having a thing for while now, ever since the night after the club.
“I gotta go, Vince wants to see me” you slowly pull away from him, “but I want you to stay” Hunter pouts and you chuckle, “I do too” you smile.
the entire building smelled like peppermint and chocolate, there was christmas decorations all over the walls and for as long as the eye can see.
why?
Vince wanted to celebrate christmas early because he wanted the american crowd to experience the “wrestling spirit” before everyone leaves for europe. Vince even hired a person to dress up as Santa for tonight’s Raw.
you push the office’s door and enter, “hey” you greet and the amount of mint and vanilla scents that slaps you in the face was genuinely atrocious.
“come in y/n! does it smell like christmas here?” Vince enthusiastically asks. your eyes sting a bit as you sit on the chair opposite his, “it reeks of it” you answer rubbing your nose.
“do you want a-”
“if you offer me another peppermint mocha, we will fight” you point, Vince laughs.
“so tonight, you, Lita and Chyna will be having the triple threat match” Vince began.
…right.
you three still have not planned out your match, not one bit.
“we’re gonna put your title on the line, but there’s gonna be interference from Santa” he explained. “Santa??” you ask eyes narrowing, “yeah, yeah, but not the disqualification extent, just finish up the match and then let it snow on him” he said and you roll your eyes.
“you’re really feeling the non existent spirit, huh?” you laugh.
“fake it till you make it”
3:54 pm, catering.
it was about time your gear was ready.
not necessarily ready, but more put together. you had individual items but it took a while to coordinate them.
a basic white tank top and an army green pair of cargo shorts, you wore a chest harness and a thigh harness and topped off with fingerless leather gloves. you styled some combat boots that stopped a inch below your knees and the necklace that Hunter gave you.
definitely not ground breaking, but it differentiated you from the girls.
you were sat with Chyna, Hunter and Shawn, who was still eerily quite. way more quite than usual, it was creeping you out a bit. Hunter was playing with your hand and Chyna was having lunch. apart from the staff walking in and by, the place was mostly empty. you and Chyna were talking about some things you wanted to do for you match later and Hunter was pitching ideas, yet you could feel Shawn burning glare on the side of your face. he was actually freaking you out today.
“what do you think, Michaels?” Chyna asked, only then did his eyes shift away from you. “hm?” Shawn hummed, then Chyna repeated what Hunter said.
yeah, no. he’s genuinely scaring you.
“don’t worry about it” you get up, “just meet me and Lita at the rehearsals hall after you eat” you pat on Chyna’s shoulder.
“Shawn, come out I wanna talk to you” you said.
you lean against the wall with a frown, “what?” he asks standing besides you. “are you okay?” you ask and he shrugs. “what do you mean?” he asks, “seriously” you say, “it’s almost four pm and we haven’t argued at all today” you reason.
Shawn shrugs again.
“didn’t wanna” he mutters swinging his leg, “hey” you say holding his face forcing him to face you, “not that I care but like .. you’re kinda freaking me out, are you actually okay? like really?” you ask again.
Shawn opens his mouth to say something but immediately closes it and huffs, “I’m fine.”
you didn’t want to be that person so you let it go, your eyes follow him back to the cafeteria then stare at the ground.
something was definitely wrong.
<<5:32 pm>>
“are you sure he’s okay?” you ask.
you, Chyna and Lita were laid out on the mat. staff were making preparations for the show to begin and you three were just finished working out your match, not even working it out just verbally placing spots and moves that sounded cool together.
“yeah, as far as I’m concerned. he hasn’t really told me anything” Chyna said, you hum. you think about it again then realize, you don’t have time for a grown man who’s refusing to be a big boy and talk about his feelings, because if he wanted to, he would.
“lemme tell y’all” Lita starts and you and Chyna instantly sit up, “what did you hear this time?” Chyna laughs.
“apparently, allegedly, Shawn has been rejecting Sunny recently and rejecting her a lot, I saw her leaving his locker room crying yesterday, and guess what, Owen heard him telling her that “she’s only temporary” because he likes someone else” she said and you gasp, “ha!” Chyna half laughs, “I been telling her, Shawn doesn’t actually like her and is only using but she never listened” Chyna said.
“wait, is that why she’s been acting snobby to me?” you ask, “what do you mean?” Lita asked.
“oh my god, okay, remember the house show in Minnesota? she was walking around backstage and I passed by her and out of being nice I stopped and said hi to her and asked about her day, y’know?” both girls nod.
“I swear to you she ignored the fuck outta me, and at first I thought she didn’t hear me but she did! then me and Shawn had an argument in the dressing room, because when don’t we ever and she was there tryna be all sweet and there for me, talking about some “get away from her!” and “leave her alone, Shawn look at me”, ugh it was ghetto” you explain.
“and then-”
“there’s more!?” Chyna asks.
“you just wait” you say, “the Raw in Michigan, when me and Shawn were actually talking like normal beings, that one, after he left, she came up to me and was like “if I see you around him again, I’ll beat you up” you almost giggle at the last part.
“girl” Lita says with wide eyes as Chyna bursts into laughter, then Chyna literally falls onto her back as tears stream down her face.
“something- something about Sunny trying to beat you up is so funny t-to me” Chyna says between gasps.
“don’t even” your head falls to your palms.
10:38 pm, Raw <Live>
today went by so much faster than you thought it would, mostly because you were excited for tonight Raw. not because you’re working with your friends and certainly not because you have a Santa flavoured interference, but because you were in the main event.
you were making history.
first time ever for a woman, and three no less, to main event Raw, with a match that put a title on the line? on a July christmas too? insane. but Vince being Vince obviously wanted some bullshit to go down.
Lita was out in a thunderstorm of boos doing her “I don’t think y/n deserves the championship because i’m on the Untertaker’s team” shtick.
the crowd was heavily booing her and she called them “a field of cows” which made them boo even louder.
but the hate train stopped the moment your music began, their saviour is here.
chants of “SAVE US Y/N!” drowned everything including your theme. you stood right in front of Lita holding your title up high as your noses almost touched. you pushed her away from you before a referee quickly separated you two.
you’re handed a microphone, “I didn’t come by myself” you began, “I brought one of my favorite superstars” you smile.
as soon as Chyna’s theme played the crowd went ballistic.
everyone knew Lita was fucked. triple threat be damned, this was your first title defense, you were obviously going to retain it.
“that’s unfair! you’re two and I’m one!” Lita panicked, “and what about it?” Chyna ask making the crowd cheer. “sweetheart, don’t worry about this being and two on one, yeah you’re gonna get beat up, but it’s a triple threat, it is fair” you say.
you hand the referee your belt and the bell is quickly rung.
it was almost like you and Chyna were a tag team, taking turns at beating the hell out of Lita. the crowd knew it was unfair, but fuck it, if this isn’t the longest they’ve been invested in something. Chyna was powerbombing Lita back to back, several at a time, so many the crowd began counting.
this was an elongated squash match, not until the fat man with presents arrived and pulled on your leg trying to get you out of the ring and the boos began again. one punch and he was on the floor, you quickly slid back in the ring and went to continue battering Lita only for Santa to pull Lita out of the match.
you and Chyna looked at each other confused, Jim Ross and JR looked at each other confused, and the crowd looked at each other confused.
Santa is trying to sabotage the match.
you lock on the sharpshooter on Lita and she almost immediately taps out making the crowd cheer. then you and Chyna turned towards Santa and the crowd popped, they knew what was coming. you both quickly chased him backstage where you ended up in the cafeteria.
then the mess began from there.
Chyna picked up a chair and slammed it on his back, you grabbed a tray that had cookies on it and threw it on his head while Chyna dumped a jug of milk on him. “do you fucking like cookies and milk, you fat fuck?” you scream at him before throwing a pie in his face, “because I sure do!”, another pie to his face.
you pick him up and put him through a random table, Chyna grabs a huge gingerbread house and break it over his head. Santa began desperately trying to run away but Chyna held him still while you stuffed his mouth with marshmallows and pour a cup of hot chocolate over his face, “are you feeling the spirit?! can you feel the fucking spirit?!” you scream at him again.
there was a conveniently placed sack of coal, Chyna grabbed it and smacked him across the chest. you grabbed a bunch of his hair as she continued beating, “bad kids get coal, bad Santas get beat with it. what if we light you on fire, Mr. Claus? huh?” you ask and he cries and pleads “no.”
“Maybe next christmas” Chyna says with one last hit. Santa is barely on his feet when you hit him with a hurricanrana, which he hilariously, perfectly sells.
HEHE this episode is a major L ngl but look i had to add hunter one way or another he’s so fucking hot oh my god yo smut warning btw LMAO ,, anyways, the y/n fanboy club will only expand from here so get ready yall all the boys and girls wanna kiss y/n
10:31 am, at the hotel.
it was in the air.
what was ‘it’?
chaos.
chaos was in the air.
ever since your promo with The Undertaker last week, it felt like you were sitting on a volcano waiting to erupt.
you were put in several storyline that got cancelled, had three separate gimmick changes pitched, two underdeveloped love angles, twelve - you counted - times you almost turned heel, and you almost got yourself and Shawn suspended for a fight you had backstage.
fun, exciting even, to say the least.
Lita almost got dropped off of Taker’s team because of an injury she got during a house show, Owen had twisted his ankle, and Steve and Bret were now in a feud within the Taker-Y/n angle and Sherri and Luna seemed to be wrestling each other in every house show.
Vince was clearly beginning to lose his sanity bit by bit everyday and it was showing. he fired and rehired six wrestlers and twenty staff members in the same hour, almost completely cancelled you and Taker’s feud and allegedly - has been in talks with some ex WCW guys to sign in them with the WWF, since WCW seemed to be stealing all the top stars he had.
one of the WCW guys that came was Hunter Hearst Helmsley. you’ve always seen him around, but nothing ever stuck. he’s pretty cool, sweet guy, very much talented. you two only began building a friendship after his debut, he was the new comer who was trying to make his way through the company.
several people advised him to get to know you if he wanted to get to the top, after all no one knows how to jump to the top of the mountain like you do. but also, he was advised to befriend Shawn as well.
swell.
poor Hunter, he quickly found himself being the middleman in you and Shawn’s bullshit. he wound up quickly befriending Chyna as well since she was the middleman in your shit as well.
fuck it. new friend group, why not? maybe being friends with Shawn will shut him up.
“’fuck are you looking at?” Shawn asks.
or not.
“did I say a fucking a thing?” you ask.
Chyna groans putting her fork down, “here we go again..” Hunter mutters. all four of you were trying to have breakfast as a friends, a way to get to know Hunter better and to make him feel welcomed. but god forbid Shawn lets you exist in peace.
“quit staring at me” Shawn huffs and you raise your eyebrows, “that’s rich coming from the guy who calls me pretty all the time” you cross your arms. “so what? do you not like compliments?” he asks. “don’t you?” you counter.
“what does that have to do with anything?” he asks, “what if i’m looking at you trying to compliment you?” you snicker.
“then compliment me.” he crosses his arms.
“trash bag hoe.” you smile.
“one meal. can we have one meal in peace?” Chyna says through gritted teeth. “how are you guys always fighting?” Hunter asks.
sweet, innocent, baby Hunter. hasn’t seen a thing yet.
Chyna chuckles, “should’ve seen them when they first met”.
“anyways” you look Shawn up and down before diverting your attention to Hunter, “nitro boy!” you run your hand up his muscular bicep, “what do you bring to the company?”
“well, youth hopefully? a bit sick of Hogan, Warrior and the rest” Hunter answers. “tell me about it” Shawn mutters.
“you’re pretty good, I’ve seen some of your matches” Chyna comments, “thank you!” Hunter smiles.
Hunter was Vince’s ideal type of male wrestler. 6 foot 3 inches tall, muscular as fuck, blond, beautiful and coquettish, hm…
you couldn’t deny, the man was attractive. very attractive.
Hunter on the other hand, was unintentionally giving you the eyes, unintentionally! he didn’t mean to, but you yourself were … oh god, you were something.
you weren’t exactly paying attention to what he was saying, nor were Chyna and Shawn. Chyna was more focused on eating her breakfast that you and Shawn’s bickering stopped her from, and Shawn… well. He was more focused on the look Hunter was giving you.
Shawn has made it very clear, several times, that he wants you - or to at least sleep with you - but here you were giving his friend all your attention. he’s known you for longer! and he’s hotter! what makes Hunter better than him?
the look on Shawn’s face was unmatched. he was jealous and he couldn’t hide it, at all.
“y’all wanna go out later?” Chyna asked without a mouthful, “yeah, why not.” Shawn said forcing a smile. “there’s a club down the block if y’all wanna head there” you suggest. “yeah, that’s sounds nice” Hunter smiles. “I’ll call Scott and Kev, they’ll really like you, Hunt.” Shawn says.
“Chy, you wanna workout?” Shawn asks, and the dark haired girl looks at him like he just asked the impossible. “I can never understand how you eat a big meal then immediately got to the gym. bro, I’m ready to take a nap” Chyna leans back in her seat. “i’ll walk with you there though” she adds.
“y’all coming?” Shawn asks as he and Chyna get up. Hunter shakes his head, “I think we’ll stay here a bit longer..” Hunter looks at you, hand hovering over yours. Chyna gives you a knowing smirk while Shawn clenches his jaw.
alright then.
4:44 pm, the girls’ room.
“where have you been?” Lita asked, you close the door behind you and walk into the flat. “breakfast down in the hotel restaurant” you answer. you sit on the couch opposite the t.v. “why are you laying in the floor?” you ask.
she shrugs, “I don’t know, it’s kinda comfortable” she replied. “but your ankle..?” you begin, “it’s fine, don’t worry about it” Lita waved. “wait…” she sits up. you look at her.
“it’s almost five right now, what are you doing at ‘breakfast’ this late?” Lita asked.
“what do you mean?” you ask.
“dude, they stop serving breakfast at eleven” she explained, “and I know damn well you weren’t down there with Shawn”.
you bite back a smile and Lita instantly gets it.
“oh my god” her eyes lit up, “oh my god it’s Hunter isn’t it” she laughs, “maybe..” you mumble. if Lita could jump and do a backflip she would, she knew it. she’s seen the way Hunter interacts with you, she just knew he had a thing for you.
“what did I say!?” she laughs, you roll your eyes as a small smile forms on your lips. “yeah, yeah, you told me, whatever” you say.
“what’s going on?”, you look towards the room behind you, Chyna was shuffling her way out, rubbing her eyes. “you actually slept?” you ask. she yawns, stretching her arms before flopping besides Lita on the floor. “man, I could barely open my eyes” she groggily says. “what are y’all talking about?” she asks.
“Hunter has a crush on y/n!” Lita excitedly answers, “hey! no he doesn’t!” you say. Chyna chuckles, “pfft, he totally does” she says nudging Lita’s shoulder. “you should’ve seen the way they were looking at each other breakfast” Chyna adds.
“okay but have you seen the guy? he’s so hot” you say, both girls smirk at you and you roll your eyes again. you groan with a smile, “ugh, we’re going out later, i’m taking my chances to be honest” you say.
“damn y’all leaving me here?” Lita sarcastically remarked, “oh I’ll carry you on my back if you want, baby” Chyna laughs, “for real though, you need to have him wrapped around your finger” Lita says. “maybe Shawn will leave you alone” she adds.
you hum, “I mean, his friend likes you, I think that should be enough for him to leave you alone” Chyna explains.
Shawn Michaels? leaving you alone? and you get to have a fine man around your finger?
“sign me up honestly”
“i’m hungry” Lita groaned, “me too” you agree. Chyna stands up and stretches again, “weren’t you in the hotel restaurant just now?” she ask, you nod. “they stopped serving, me and Hunter were just talking” you answer.
“they should be serving lunch by now though” Lita picked up a menu that was sitting by the t.v and examined it. “sushi! what do we think?” she asked.
<<5:20 pm>>
“I underestimated how much there will be” Lita said. there was an entire wooden boat that was at least a metre long filled with sushi placed on the kitchen isle. “what did you expect? the menu said ‘sushi boat’” Chyna said sitting on a stool. “we’ll I didn’t expect this much!” Lita said handing you and Chyna chopsticks.
“let me tell y’all about this shit I heard the other” Lita says as you begin to eat. you sat next to Chyna and looked at Lita. “the other day, me and Owen were talking shit about people” she begins.
“per usual” Chyna laughs, “and apparently the Shawn-Sunny thing is picking up again” she says “HM?” you hum with a mouthful and Chyna’s eyes widen. “I know!” she laughs.
“again?” Chyna asks, “we doin this shit again?” she sounds unimpressed. “the locker room is already in shambles, we don’t need this” you say cocking you head. “I know! and also-”
“oh my god, there’s more!?” Chyna asks, “baby that’s your friend” Lita points at her, “he’s the messy one here” she adds. “also, allegedly, allegedly, Shawn is only doing this because a certain someone keeps rejecting him and he wanted to make her jealous” she explains.
both girls look at you and your head falls to your palm, “he deadass needs to give up, like seriously” you sigh. “asking Shawn to stop being a man whore is like asking the earth to stop spinning, trust me I’ve seen some shit” Chyna says.
“what is it with Sunny too? isn’t she and Candido married?” you ask. “mhm” Lita hums again, “she’s a messy bitch and honestly, bring the drama, Vince needs some controversy right now” you say. “not that type of drama though, what the hell” Chyna says.
you three continue gossiping about things you’ve seen and heard this week but the conversation somehow rolled back to you and Hunter.
“I’m considering seriously having him, or at least having him on the side” you say, “I feel like that’ll cause drama too” Chyna says, “how?” you ask.
“well, you know, Shawn isn’t the only one who kinda really really wants you in the locker room…” she said.
“oou, who else?” Lita excitedly asks, “have y’all seen that guy.. uhm.. Rocky! that one!” Chyna says, “Rocky Maiavia or something like at”
you frown a bit, you’ve heard that name backstage, but you couldn’t remember what he looked like.
“there’s also Al Snow, apparently when you first came he couldn’t stop talking about how hot you were and him and Bret almost go into it” Lita comments. “why am I the last person to find out?” your frown gets deeper, “I though that was common knowledge?” Lita questions.
“babe, there’s so many more. Billy Gun, Matt and Jeff, Brain Pillman…”
as the names kept piling up, you immediately noticed that these were people Shawn got into fights with frequently. it has to be because they liked you. it has to be.
when is it going to click that he’s never making it to the final cut?
9:39 pm, the girls’ room.
you woke up disoriented. you didn’t recall going into a room nor falling asleep. you moved your leg and it hit something stiff, you sit up and look around you. the clock opposite the bed was barely visible. you look at what your leg hit, Chyna’s hip.
you look back at the clock, one hand pointed pointed to the nine and the other to the forty minute mark.
damn it’s nine p.m?
you scratch your shoulder and look over to the other bed, Lita was also laying motionless. you cartoonishly smack your lips and rub your eyes, it took a couple minutes for you open them fully and only then did it click to you.
damn it’s nine p.m!
“oh my fucking god” you muttered.
you’re supposed to go out with Hunter! and Chyna and Shawn too.. but here you both were.
you pat on Chyna’s shoulder, then you begin patting aggressively, now you were violently shaking her. she groaned and sat up.
“what are you doing?” she groggily asks, you quickly cover her mouth and point to Lita who was still asleep.
you both tiptoe outside into the living room, “when did we fall asleep?” Chyna asks flopping onto the couch, you quickly grab her arm and pull her away from the couch. “I don’t remember either, but c’mon, we’re going out with Hunter! … and Shawn! him too..” you squeal.
“uuuggghhh” Chyna slowly falls to the ground, “I’m so tttiiirrreeeddd” she whines, “but I wanna get dddrrruuunnnkkk” she whines again making you laugh.
both of you make your way to the other bedroom and quickly shower as Chyna picks out outfits for both of you.
it wasn’t long before you were drying up and slipping into your outfit, and you must admit. Chyna has an incredible sense of fashion.
your corset top pushed up your breasts and it wouldn’t be that hard for anyone to see your cleavage, you mini skirt was as mini as ever. a mini skirt should be the size of a belt, and that wasn’t exactly how short it was but it was quite short. your heels made your legs look longer and pulled your outfit together.
you looked good, per usual.
you applied your makeup and quickly curled two piece of your hair at the front to frame your face, you put on your earrings and grabbed your red bag, “you ready?” Chyna asks and she fixes her hair, “yup!” you nod.
<<10:43>>
the place was obviously noisy, after all people come here to get drunk. Hunter wasn’t letting you go at all, from the moment you walked in his arms clung to your hips, and compliments seemed to naturally leave his mouth.
Scott and Kevin kept complimenting you too, you were really fucking hot. exactly how Shawn described you to them over the phone, the saw exactly why Shawn wanted you so badly.
something about you was so alluring, you had this attractiveness to you, they were attracted to you. they couldn’t tell if it was your eyes … or lips… whatever it is! Hunter’s hands on you sent a clear message to them, especially to Shawn. Shawn was chatting up some random girl he just happened to see, he wasn’t even pretending to care about what she was saying.
he was staring looking at you, sitting comfortably on Hunter’s lap, giggling and smiling against his chest. he can feel this heavy feeling of … something … he wouldn’t call it jealousy, it was straight up envy.
why him? why Hunter? Shawn wanted you, but you were giving Hunter what he wanted.
you really liked Hunter. he was so sickeningly sweet, very gentlemanly, the compliments never seemed to stop. he was spoiling you a lot too, he brought with him a little Tiffany and Co bag, gifting you a gorgeous necklace. he filled your cups, drink after drink, from the most expensive ones with names that were hard to pronounce to the ones that tasted like a broke student’s frat party.
his lips would’ve dripped of honey with how much sweet words were coming out them.
he pulled you closer to him, his hands kept rubbing over your thighs, and hovering over your neck and waist. the place was dark so no one could see what he was doing, unless they were focused on you which would be weird, but for the most part, his touches went unseen.
“your skirt is really short, angel” he spoke into your ear, something about that sent to you into a fight or flight mode. Scott and Kevin were arguing loudly over and game of cards, you look over at the bar and Shawn was ordering a drink for himself and Chyna who was now sitting in the girls’ place.
“mhm” you hummed, Hunter’s large hand slowly slid up your skirt. “wanna go somewhere private?” he asked, you look around you one more time, no one gives a fuck. so why would you?
you straddle him, turning to face him. wrapping your arms around his neck you kiss him deeply, his arms pull on your waist bringing you closer to him. you unconsciously grind on his thigh. “I’ll take that as a yes” he breathlessly says, the ‘innocent’ kissing goes on for a while before you’re interrupted by Kevin announcing that he’ll go get more drinks.
Hunter pulls you off of him as he stands up, taking your hand in his. he dragged you to the darkest corner of the club, you could see everyone from this angle but no one can see you.
Hunter’s leg pushes yours open you continue making out again. his hands guided your hips to grinding on his thigh, his hand slipped up your skirt again but this time he gripped on your panties. he can easily rip them off, so he did.
“Hunter..” you whimper, your pussy felt a bit too uncomfortably hot. the rough fabric of his jeans pushing and pulling against your clit. “you got it baby, c’mon” he encouraged directly in your ear, “so pretty for me”.
you wanted to fuck him, for more than one reason. one them being that your could tell by his voice that he was one to whimper, probably verbally vocal too.
Hunter could feel a wet patch form over his pants, it was such a turn on for him. “you know” he began, ever since your debut match, I kinda developed a crush on you” he confessed, “the way you were so effortlessly throwing Alundra around made me wanna .. uhm h-have you..” he trailed off.
you pull his hand down to your waist again, your other hand climbing up to his cheek gently caressing it. “have me what, Hunter?” you ask. Hunter gulps, nervously he leans is a kisses you again. you push him away from you and push him back against the wall your were once at. his hands immediately fly back to your waist, “answer me” you say.
“I want to you fuck me” he breaths out, “I want you control me and throw me around too, I wanna be yours to play with” he confesses again. you smirk, well this should be fun.
“oh yeah?” you ask, he nods. you look up at him, he’s so pretty. “how bad do you want me?” you ask, Hunter grabs your hand and places it right in front of his clothed boner, you could’ve sworn you felt it throb and twitch at your touch.
“really, really bad” Hunter whimpered.
bingo! you knew he was the type to whimper.
the only time you stop by the little booth you were sat in was to grab your bag, Hunter was eagerly pulling you away from everyone. he was really horny, almost unbearably, and you’ve barely done anything. his mind ran wild with ideas of what you’ll do to him.
Shawn’s eyes found you once more, he watched closely as you and Hunter held hands and walked out of the club, both of you smiling.
he looked down at his drink, wondering what was he doing wrong. “you okay?” Chyna asks, yet Shawn, never answered.
i fought for my life so that y’all can see this so y’all better like it because we will fight >:( this ep is pretty uneventful apart from the promo but it’s kinda boring so i don’t blame y’all if you don’t like it LMAO we could’ve had FOUR EPISODES by now but tumblr stay being the biggest mf opp
6:47 am, training.
the nWo formed two days ago.
it’s been a really long time since you’ve last seen producers, writers, Vince and others be so panicked. it all happened so quickly too, the last thing anyone expected was for Hulk to be the the third man of the faction. it’s not like they can change anything now.
a day that has training usually starts at five for you and Bret. when you both arrived, Randy was there too. the place was a mess. there were a lot of employees running by, paperwork for upcoming storylines was being thrown around, rooms being turned into meeting halls. Randy explained that Vince, apparently, had trapped some people with him since last night and they’ve been writing and rewriting Raw for hours.
“I’ve never seen him so stressed” Bret said as he laced up his boots again, “it’s like his whole head of hair turned white overnight”. you hum, laid out on the ring mat. this meant a lot for you, you had to reinvent your character. introduce new moves, come up with some catchphrases, design some proper ring gear. last thing you need right now is for the audience to get bored of you.
“y’know” you sat up, “back in Japan, when I was in a mixed team with Shinya, we used to do this move where he’d power bomb someone then set them up on the turnbuckle, then I’d hit a running frankensteiner out in the concrete. do you think that would be too much if i do it here?” you ask.
“you worked with Shinya Hashimoto?!” Randy asked, “yeah?” you answer, “didn’t you know that?” you ask. Randy shrugged, “mixed matches are basically unheard of here” he says. can’t blame him, he’s right.
“I don’t think it’ll be too much, considering what will happen for this next period of time. I think Vince will be open to any type of exciting change” Bret says.
you began thinking of new things to add to your character and ways to introduce yourself to the fans, because up until now your gimmick just seems to be a shell of who you were in Japan. maybe you should just use your first name? or talk a certain way? maybe a major gimmick change! hm…
“Y/n?!” Bret called out for you, “huh?” you were zoned out. you look at him and there suddenly was a wild Vince Mcmahon standing outside the ring. his appearance made you jump a little, his hair was an absolute mess, his under eyes were dark and his eyes were red. his button up was wrinkly and the stress of work was showing on him.
“are you okay?” you ask, he nods with a hum as he rubs his temples. “I need all three of you in the office” he says, voice raspier than usual.
as you four walk towards the office you feared the worse, it was obvious that Vince was not in a great in mood at all. you were scared he’d ask you to do something stupid, or to change your gimmick and make a joke out of you.
you exhale, it was Vince McMahon. only so much can go wrong.
Vince begins scrambling for some papers as soon as you enter the office, you, Bret and Randy cram into a random couch in the room. it was something you guys always unconsciously did, cramming in one spot when there’s plenty of room around you.
“here” Vince hands you a paper, you quickly grab it and both men lean in with you to read as well. you frown, the paper was split into two parts, and names were arranged in columns and rows. Vince had picked out the teams for you and Taker.
“I thought you were going to let us pick out our own teammates..?” you half ask, it’s not like you hated your teammates, but you would’ve liked to have picked them out yourself.
“well, they’ve already been selected.” Vince said. you wanted to make him let you pick, but you didn’t want to argue with him today. “okay” you respond.
“why is my name on there?” Randy asked, “wouldn’t that be unfair to the other team?”
“don’t worry, I have a plan for you” Vince said.
please let this go well.
“for tonight’s Raw, I wanna see if you can do an unscripted promo. Taker’s part has been printed out but we left your lines out of his version.” Vince says sitting behind his desk.
“are you sure?” you ask, he nods. “I wanna see if you’re as reliable on a mic as you are in the ring” he explains.
please let this go well.
“okay”
10:22 am, y/n’s locker room.
“which one goes better with my shorts?” you ask holding up two tops in front of your mirror, both strapless, one is red leather and the other black denim.
“hello?” you look behind you, Steve had passed out on the couch while Owen was trying to shove what looked like a pen up his nose. “guys!”
Steve loudly snores himself awake while Owen immediately tries to look innocent. “you’re really not helping” you put the clothes down. “w-what? no, no, I am” Steve sits up, you roll your eyes. “you fell asleep” Owen says, “and you were trying to put a pen up his nose!” you flip on a chair near you.
Steve turns to smack Owen but you quickly jump between them, “you touch my baby, and I’ll smack the accent out of your speech” you threaten while Owen sticks his tongue out at Steve. “whaddya need help with anyway?” Steve asked.
“I wanted to know what I should wear for tonight’s segment” you say, “hasn’t your official gear come in yet?” Owen asks and you shake your head. “that red shirt looks alright” Steve points to your pile of clothes that was almost on the floor. “this one?” you pick it up.
“yeah” he nods, “what do you think Owen?” you ask the blond, “yeah, I think it’ll look cool, wear it with dark pants” he suggests.
“should I wear heels?” you ask, “high heels?” they both ask. “aren’t they a bit impractical?” Steve asks, “yeah, but we’re only doing a promo later, I’m not wrestling tonight” you reason. they both shrug, “go for it” Steve says.
you put on the outfit and your shoes, then unintentionally started an argument about cowboy hats between a texan and a canadian. Steve was raging about how you should wear a white one because it’s ‘classic’ and Owen wanted you to wear a red one to match your shoes.
never in your life did you ever think you’d hear Steve call Owen ‘maple syrup boy’.
“and what the hell do you know about cowboy hats, boy?!” Steve spat, “more than ya fuckin’ do!” Owen faked a southern accent. “guys?” you interrupt, “a red one would look better!” Owen said, “the hell it ain’t” Steve crossed his arms.
“guys!” you yell, they finally pay attention to you. “there’s hats of all colours in the dressing room” you explain. Owen gets up and grabs your arm, “then we’ll go and see which one looks better” he says.
hilariously, they’re both angrily stomping their way to the dressing room with you following closely behind them.
the door flies open and thank god there’s only two people in the room, it was Bret and Randy. y’all would’ve looked crazy in anyone else’s eyes.
as both men continue to argue while pulling out random hats from the accessories’ closet, Bret and Randy look at them confused, as if you could explain anything without them giving you their ‘really?’ faces.
you go and stand next to them, “Vince rewrote Raw” Bret said, your eyes widen as you look at him. “what do you mean he rewrote it?” you ask. you were supposed to be improvising, you weren’t worried that much, but you still wanted to know. “he printed you a promo I think” he added.
now you needed to know.
“when did he do that?” you ask, “like an hour ago” Randy said, “and why didn’t he tell me?” you sigh. “you should talk to him, me and Steve have a match later and he rescheduled it like five or six times so far” Bret explained.
you groan, head falling into the palm of your hand. “no I insist!” Steve’s voice bellowed behind you, a white cowboy hat was suddenly placed aggressively on your head. “not now, Austin” you mumble. “he rescheduled our match again” Bret told him, “jeez, what’s going on with him today?” Steve asks.
you leave the dressing room and head towards the office, heels clicking against the floor. the place was quite, it was still relatively early, only staff in sight. you knock the office’s door before entering. Vince, Pat and a producer were in the room, papers were scattered everywhere, and the atmosphere was tense.
“am I interrupting something?” you close the door behind you, the staff member excuses himself before walking past you and exiting the room. “no, not really” Pat said.
“I heard you changed tonight’s episode” you began, “ah, right. I forgot to tell you” Vince said as he shut his eyes and rubbed his temples. he picked up a paper and held it out in your direction.
you grab the paper examining it, “keep it with you” Pat began, “we still don’t know if we should let you improvise just yet” he adds. you sigh once more, “the decision is still not set though” Vince says. what the hell?
do they want you to improvise or not?
“I guess..”
you didn’t want to start anything with Vince today, the man seems to be going through it. you began walking back towards the door, “y/n” Vince stopped you, “please do your best tonight”, you raise an eyebrow before quickly nodding. “of course” you smile. “nice hat by the way”.
you wanted to grab some coffee to rehearse your lines with since you were feeling a bit tired. you immediately notice Chyna and Lita sitting at a table having breakfast. “where have you two been?” you ask as you sit at their table.
“we just arrived” Lita explained, “and I heard Vince is not having a good day” she adds as she pokes around her pancakes. “oh trust me, he not” you chuckle as you begin reading your lines.
it was generic promo, nothing too crazy, apart from making fun of Taker every now and then. “love the outfit by the way, especially the hat” Chyna said as she drank some orange juice, “you should’ve seen the war that happened for me to wear it” you respond.
“war?” Lita laughs, you nod.
you three just continue chatting and talking about your day, which was a bit hectic so far. “y’all wanna go out later?” you ask, “I don’t really have anything later”. Lita hums with a mouthful, nodding her head. “yeah, this day’s been quite something” Chyna says, “true honestly, Vince is going off of rage autopilot” Lita adds.
the man is clearly trying to get rid of the kiddy, family friendly taste the WWF has to counter the nWo’s renegade antics. every once in a while you could hear him yelling about something being ‘not controversial enough!’.
poor Vince, someone get him an ice cream.
“so a bar later?” Chyna asks, “yeah” you all agree.
3:21 pm, dressing room.
what was it with you and Shawn always being the dressing room together? it felt like you were destined to meet every time here.
“are you following me?” Shawn asked, you slowly turn to him giving him a mean side eye. “I came here first..?” you say putting down your blush palette. you did a plain look today, basic base and some highlight. you added three red rhinestones to the outer corner of your eyes.
“you’re always here when I’m here” he said, brushing his hair. “coincidences happen” you spray your face with setting spray. “nah, I think you’re following me” he reassures and you roll your eyes.
“why would I follow you?” you ask, “’cause you want me” he smirks as he flexes in front of the mirror, ‘I swear my eyes will fall out of my head’ you think. how many times do you have to go over this conversation?
you groan loudly then breath out, calming down. “for the last time Shawn, I don’t want you” you explain. “eeehhh, they all say that at first” he laughs. “annoying ass bitch” you mumble.
you grab a random hairbrush and before you can touch your hair, Shawn immediately grabs it out of your hand. you groan, “give that back! why do you always take my stuff, man?!” you try to swat it away from him, but fail.
“I wanna brush my hair!” he laughs, “you just did your hair!” you pull on his arms, “Shawn give it back!”
he grabs one of your arms and pulls it behind your back, “Michaels, I swear to god-” you begin, he chuckled. “what are you gonna do, hm?” you wriggle in his hold.
“just give me the fucking brush back” you push against him, “or what?” he asks. you roll your eyes,
“Shawn” you warn, “pretty girl” he taunts.
you manage to break away from him and hit with a half assed upper cut. he quickly lets go of the brush and you grab it away from him. “stop with this highschool jock shit, I will break your fucking nose” you threaten.
“I’d love if you do that” he smirks, you stare at his stupidly punchable face, you raise your finger to say some smart shit but stay quite.
“you’re really fucking annoying” you mutter, he steps closer to you and pushes some hair behind your ear, “and you’re really fucking pretty” he says.
pushing him away, you roll your eyes again.
10:28 pm, RAW <;Live>
you were in the main event tonight, the last half hour is all yours. the segment tonight was to determine you and Taker’s groups. simple.
you were rightfully very excited, this was your first feud and you were going up against the big leagues, this was going to be fun. everyone was crammed in gorilla, you look back at the men and women and you slightly cringe. get nice and cozy in there guys and pray that each one of you showered, because they’re about to be here for a long time.
you felt giddy, the type of happiness that had you giggling to yourself. Taker clearly noticed, your energy was quite infectious and he couldn’t help but crack a smile himself. “well, someone’s happy” he crossed his arms. “dude, this is gonna be cool as fuck” you smile, there’s a sudden tug on your arm and you’re yanked to side.
“y/n listen” it was Vince, he startled the hell out of you. “fuckin’ hell, Vince” you place a hand over your chest. “the promo we gave you earlier? forget about it” he said, and you look at him wide eyed, “what?” you ask. he nods, “I want you to improvise” he explains.
your mind immediately felt like that fuzzy, black and white screen that a t.v displays when he it’s disconnected. you had came up with some lines when were still going to improvise earlier in the day but you threw out most of them, not thinking much of what will happen.
“and you’re telling me this now?!” you ask, “I know, I know, but pass it off for tonight. I’ll pay you back” he apologetically says. you sigh.
and just like a switch had been turned, and of your excitement suddenly fizzled out.
this was your first feud and you were going up against the big leagues, hopefully this is fun.
you stood by the ramp and a staff member counted you down until your music hit, you fixed your hat and threw your championship over your shoulder as the crowd popped for you. you get in between the ropes and into the middle of the ring, holding your championship up high. a ring side staff member handed you microphone and the crowd settled down quietly.
“so everyone knows about my little situation with The Undertaker. we’re both backstage, he thinks i’m being rude, we almost fight, and all that, you know what happened, whatever, right?” you begin, “but me personally, I really wanna fight that guy, like what’s not good enough about this?” you ask pointing to yourself and the crowds cheers.
“exactly!” you smile fixing your hat, “okay, now everyone listen” and the crowd quite down again. “I wanna issue a challenge to The Undertaker, Taker, I know you’re back there and I know you can hear me. I want you to listen, so listen carefully - actually, why don’t you come out here?” you ask and the crowds pops.
you wait, everyone waits - and waits, you begin getting nervous, yeah you’ve been trying your best to keep the crowd invested in what you were saying, but this wasn’t supposed to happen. scripted or not, he was supposed to come out immediately.
everyone is waiting, still waiting and commentary are starting to question whether or not The Undertaker is coming out.
“look man, I get you walk slowly but hurry up now.” you say. you lean against the ropes and begin chatting with the people at the front row, damn where is he?
“he’s scared of you!” the girl you were talking to yells, “yeah! he sold out!” they guy next to her agrees.
they both begin chanting ‘YOU SOLD OUT!” and those around them follow suit. it took away the nervous smile you had one and replaced it with a genuine one.
the lights dimmed down and first dong in Taker’s theme song was heard. however, he didn’t get the cheers he usually got, instead, he was drowned in the “YOU SOLD OUT!” chants.
one couldn’t tell by the Deadman’s face but he was raging on the inside, not only were management backstage siding with you, but now the fans were too.
he steps into the ring and is handed a microphone as well, “whatever it is that you want to say, or challenge me for, do it now. you’re wasting my time” he said, and the boos he was met by were unimaginable.
“oh, i’m the one wasting your time?” you spat, “so I was the one who took one hundred years to get to the ring?” and crowd cheers so for you. “don’t get smart with me now, little girl” he orders and you shrug.
“just stating the obvious” you say, “now, as I was saying. my challenge for you is that we form our individual teams, people to fight each other. obviously because we can’t wrestle since that’s banned or .. something like that, but our teams can go through something like a tournament to see who comes out on top” you were immediately getting into the details of it all, this segment was already dragging.
the crowd listened closely to every word you said, interested in your offer. Taker raises the microphone to his mouth, “go on” he says.
“we’ll pick out our teams, men and women in both so that it’s fair, and we’ll go at it” you explain. “and what does the winner get?” Taker asks.
“the winner will be in Survivor Series as the main event!” Randy exclaims.
everyone’s attention and cheers are now diverted to the announcer’s desk, Randy tips his hat at both of you and you smile. “you heard the Macho man, is that a deal for you?” you ask.
Taker doesn’t answer you. he’s silent for a while and once again, the crowd is annoyed at his slowness. “oh brother” you groan.
you heard it when it began, the “YOU’RE SCARED OF Y/N!” chants. they almost make you break character, but you tilt your hat and pretend to admire your championship to hide the grin on your face.
“is that what you think?!” Taker yells at the crowd, “yes, you have a deal, Y/l/n!” he bellows and you push your hat back with a smile. the crowds pops.
“how about we pick our teams now?” you ask looking the crowd who cheer again. “Randy?”, Randy pulls out what looks like a bowl from under the table and jumps into the ring with you two.
“the bowl has papers that have wrestlers names in them, each of you gets to pick four. Y/n, you get two women and two men. Undertaker, you get two women and two men, both teams will consist of five members, are we clear?” Randy asks and you both nod.
the crowd didn’t even question how Randy knew about your challenge, they didn’t even care that he knew that there will teams and that he prepared. they wanted to know who was in the teams.
you dig in the bowl, mixing the paper around a bit before picking one out and unfolding it.
“Chyna” you smile, and the crowd cheers, they cheer even louder when she comes out to stand with you in the ring.
Taker picks out a paper and quickly unfolds it, “Luna Vachon” he reads and the crowd cheers again.
you pick, “Sensational Sherri”.
Taker picks, “Lita”
you pick, “Owen Hart”
Taker picks, “Shawn Michaels”
you pick, “Bret Hart”
last pick goes to Taker, “Steve Austin”.
the ring was now filled with wrestlers, Chyna, Sherri, Owen and Bret on your side, while Luna, Lita, Shawn and Steve were on Taker’s side.
“all is fair in love and war, including this one if that’s what we’re calling it.” Randy began, “now I’m gonna ask you two to shake hands. to vow on professionalism in the name of wrestling, no tricks, no lying, no cheating, no stealing. can you?”
you and Taker glare at each other, an intense stare down. you stick your hand out, he stares at it then takes it in his.
“call it wrestling war one then” he says.
little did he know that the reason your team was giggling among themselves and why crowd behind you were chanting your name was because you had crossed your fingers behind your back.
it’s on.
still there was one thing left.
the bowl had one last paper in it, you noticed it. Taker noticed, the crowd did to.
“who’s remaining in there?” Taker asks as he points to the bowl. you grab the paper and unfold it, your brows furrowed with confusion.
“Macho Man Randy Savage” you read and the crowd goes wild, while everyone in the ring looks at each other confused.
“now hold on, hold on, hold on. who’s side are you on?” you ask, and Randy laughs as he begins to exit the ring.
IT'S ON FULL SWING NOW MFS!! sherri debuts!! this barely has anything going on but y/n is officially booked and busy like the real champ she is 😌 mhm, a lot of shawn and y/n moments !! SURVIVOR SERIES IS IN A MONTH ‼️ which will be around episode nine i believe, a lot to go through but hang on it'll be really cool i think!! on my vince russo shit im booking the whole ppv [villainous hand rubbing] 😼 the main event will be something else. gotta do something real special for the kids 😮💨
"you know what we should do?" you ask, Vince and Taker look at each other puzzled, then back at you. "what?" Vince asks with a slight shrug. "we should fight!" you smile, "like the good little wrestlers we are!".
Vince looks intrigued, while Taker mumbles something about him not being 'little'. "what do you mean?" Vince asks, you lean back and a sly smirk settled on your face. "well, I thought of this like two seconds ago, but, what if we take this little situation into the ring?" you begin.
"the best storylines are those that make the fans question if it's real or not, right?" you ask. Vince silently nods and Taker slowly begins turning towards you.
"we'll keep everything the way it is, but just tweak it a bit. picture this" you sit up and both men follow suit. "new girl comes, she wins the championship immediately, some people are happy for her and some are not. biggest figure backstage questions her capabilities as champ and she accuses him of being jealous because that she didn't have to work for it" you say.
"but that's exactly what happened" Taker raises an eyebrow.
"yeah, hold on though, it gets better! uh, uhm" you go quite for a moment, thinking about what else you can bring into this potential angle. "okay! the people backstage are torn and split into two groups, your group being the ones who are envious, and my group those who support me and think it's a good way of building a new star. then RAW's writers can build something from there then maybe the groups face off?" you half ask.
you lean back into your chair again, "I don't know man, I thought of this right in front of you" you explain.
"we may not be on the greatest terms right now, but that's... pretty good" Taker says, you look at him with half a smile and he rolls his eyes, looking away. "it's decent! don't let it get your head" he mumbles.
Vince is looking between you two as your argument from earlier turns into playful banter. his current women's champion and his personal best creation.
"you know.." Vince said, "Survivor Series is coming up soon". you and Taker look at each other, "... are you considering this pitch?" Taker asks, Vince hums.
"if I can get the writers to put it together before the last week of July, hell if they can get something done today, maybe this can be a hit..." he trails off. "like a promo?" you ask, he hums again. Vince look at you again.
his current women's champion and his personal best creation.
he saw money.
this doesn't sound bad.
Vince silently zones out for a couple minutes, thinking of what he can do with this idea as you and Taker settle into the slightly uncomfortable silence that came with the left over of the conversation.
"look, I'm actually considering making this happen. but I need you two to remain civil" Vince sighed. you and Taker side eye each other, you sigh as well. "as long he doesn't question, degrade of berate me whatsoever" you say, "and as long as you don't try to fight me again, or threaten my career" Taker responds.
"hmmm, I don't know about that" you look away, Vince loudly sighs. "fine!" you blurt.
you shake The Underaker's hand.
"wait, you threated his career?!" Vince shrieks.
later that week. 1:07 pm, dressing room .
'I don't know man, bleaching my hair sounds like it'll be worth it for like one week' you think to yourself. you look back at the dressing room's door waiting for one of the stylists to come in. you wanted do something different with your hair, but blonde highlights weren't cutting it for you.
"what if I look good as a blonde?" you ask out loud, you twirl your hair between your fingers as you look at the mirror in front of you.
"you won't look good as a blonde" Shawn pipes in. oh, yeah, you forgot he was here too. he's waiting on a haircut.
"says who, Michaels?" you narrow your eyes at him, "this professional blond" he points to himself. "uhm, yes I would" you say. "nope."
if you weren't going to bleach your hair then, you're doing it now. just to prove a point.
"and you think you look good with blond hair?" you ask, "I'm fucking sexy, baby" he smirks, and you fake gag. "don't call me that" you groan. "I'm not your baby."
"you could be my baby" he says, flashing his pretty boy smile. ugh, you fake gag again. this was another thing he does that annoyed you.
all the flirting, and the stupid playboy shit he'd try to pull on you? absolutely not. one of the main reasons you couldn't bring yourself to like Shawn when you first met was how hard he'd try to jump on your bones.
and he hadn't even known you for that long then!
he was used to having girls throw themselves left and right at him after a corny pick up line and some shameless sexually charged conversations, but his 'sexy boy' fuckery wasn't working on you. and he didn't like it.
"I don't want anything to do with you" you retort, he huffs. "what's wrong with me?" he asks and pout rests on his lips. you roll your eyes, "if I answer you, we'd be here all day" you say. "pfft" he laughs, "as if". you roll your eyes again.
"you're the most annoying, conniving, absolute fucking asshole, rudest, most brattiest-"
"you want me so bad" he laid back on his chair, and you could feel your eye twitch. “fuckin’ hell” you sigh, resting your head in the palm of your hand.
thankfully, someone walks in. it wasn’t a stylist though.
“Sherri?!” you and Shawn ask at the same before glaring at each other. the brunette smiles at you both, pulling you into a hug, both of you fighting for who gets to hold her more.
“aw, both my babies in one room” she smiles. “i’m not a baby anymore!” Shawn says flexing his biceps. “of course you’re not” Sherri says kissing his cheek.
“y/n, my angel” she smiles once more as she pats your hair. “congratulations on your title win, I’m so proud of you”.
“man, I missed you so much” you sigh pulling her into another hug. “hey! you’re giving her more attention than me!” Shawn frowns, you lay your head on Sherri’s shoulder and stick your tongue at him. he glares at you.
“I see you two still don’t like each other” she laughs, you roll your eyes and Shawn groans. “she’s annoying” he flops back into his seat, “me?!” you gasp. “yes, you!” he points.
“he’s lying!”
“she’s lying!”
“okay you two, knock it off” she says standing between you, “jeez, I wonder what it was like without me” she mutters. “hell.” you both answer before glaring at each other.
“so” Sherri began as she sat in the empty seat between you and Shawn, “’heard the locker room hates you, y/n” and you groan, “don’t even get me started”.
“I’d expect that from Shawn, not from you”
“what’s that supposed to mean?!”
<;<3:19 pm>>
you decided to bleach your hair, Sherri successfully convinced you to get some highlights. Shawn was still the room, but he had fallen asleep while getting his haircut, if he could stay quite like this all the time you wouldn’t mind existing on the same planet as him.
you ended up getting some highlights in the back of your head, but bleaching the front part. the stylist even gave you some curtain bangs to frame your face. you really liked your new look, plus you needed something to refresh your look a bit, so you didn’t look the same as when you were in Japan.
"I told you you'd look good!" Sherri smiled, "mhm" you run your hand through your freshly curled hair. "n-no she doesn't" Shawn mumbles, you both look at him. half asleep and rubbing his eyes.
"you just woke up, and the first thing you do is lie?" you ask. "nah, it's the truth" he snorts, you glare at him then you sigh. "when is the stylist coming? I need my hair cut" he whined.
"she came already, did it when you where asleep" Sherri responded. Shawn began checking himself out and playing with his hair in the mirror.
"I told you I was sexy" he raises his eyebrows at you and Sherri laughs, "literally get me out of here" you groan as you get up, back cracking after sitting for so long.
you walk out into the corridor and begin walking towards your locker room, the place was bit quite but nothing too out of the ordinary. "hey!" you call out, Lita was coming out of locker room. "hey- woah look at you!" she exclaims, you flip your hair. "wait, blonde hair looks so good on you" she says fluffing your hair, "I've been saying!"
"where have you two been?" you look in front of you, and Chyna was walking up to you. "oh, you look so hot" she says taking a closer look at your new hair, "I know! ugh, I'm the sexy one!" you groan. "I mean no one is debating that" Chyna said, "that rascal Michaels is" you say as the three of you walk towards your locker.
"wait, what?" Lita asks
"long story short, I was- uhm" you're cut off when you're met by Vince and Taker in your looker room, sitting on the couch. Pat Patterson was there too, you were confused. "c-can I help you? y'all?" you ask slowly walking in. "yeah!" Vince said, "you two should stay" he said referring to Chyna and Lita who you backing out of the room. "you're involved as well"
all three of you share confused looks as you enter the room, closing the door behind you. "you're first promo is printed!" Pat chirped, and your eyes widened. "already?" you ask sitting on a chair across from them. "I was as shocked as you are, it's been like what? four hours?" Taker said.
"wait, what promo?" Chyna asked
"we're going to carry on with the angle, and for tonight you're just going to issue a challenge to The Undertaker. we're currently writing the story as it goes. if it doesn't go well, you'll end it the week before Survivor Series, but goes well, you'll end it at Survivor Series" Pat explained.
"Survivor Series?" Lita asked
"wait so, apart from the challenge, what does this promo serve?" you ask, "like you said, feuds that make the fans question the reality of it are the best. so basically, you're gonna go through what happened backstage, then Taker interrupts you, you go back and forth a bit, then you challenge him" Vince says.
"hold on! guys? can someone explain, what promo and what challenge are you talking about?" Chyna asked, "what does that have to do with Survivor Series?" Lita asked, "and why are we involved?" Chyna added.
"oh, boy" Taker sighed
10:20 pm, dressing room ;; RAW <Live>
“why are you always here when I’m here?” Shawn asks, you side eye him. you continue to re-curl your hair, “I was here first, you came after me” you roll your eyes.
he groans loudly. apart from bitching and moaning, he’s just sitting there. he came to fix his hair for the show and stayed for some reason, now he’s just annoying you.
“what’s that?” he asks, you look at him, “what?” you asks. Shawn points to your mouth, oh. “a lollipop” you answer, you unplug the curling iron and grab and can of hair spray.
“what flavor?” he asks, you stop spraying your hair and look at him for a moment, “grape” you continue spraying your hair. “you like grape candy?” the way he worded it made it sound like grape candy was the worst. “yeah? what’s wrong with it?” you ask.
you brush your hair out and play with it a bit, “I don’t think it tastes nice” Shawn answered. you roll your eyes again, they’re going to fall out of their sockets some day. “they taste really good” you say sitting on a chair behind you.
this conversation felt a lot more civil than the ones you two usually have.
“gimme that” he says, before you can react Shawn had pulled the candy away from you. “hey!” you gasp. “give me that back!”
maybe not.
he’s laughing at you, with the candy high up in his raised arm. “I wanna know if it tastes nice too!” he giggled. “get your own!” you squeal.
too late, he placed it in his mouth.
“why would you do that?!” you grunt. he now rolls his eyes, he grabs both your arms, pulling them behind your back leaving you pressed against his chest.
“relax pretty girl, I just want a taste” he smirks. ugh, you try wiggling away from him but he was holding you tightly. “you know” he began.
“you can be as sweet as this candy, if you stop playing hard to get” he moves closer to your face and you look away, Shawn chuckles.
“how many times do I need to tell you, I don’t want anything to do with you?” you spat. he laughs again, what’s so funny about this?
Shawn takes the lollipop out of his mouth, he lets go of you. “give me that back!” you swat the candy away from him, “keep it” he shrugs, you noticed that his tongue was the same shade of dark purple as yours.
“i didn’t like anyways” he flops back into his seat, “you’re so fucking annoying” you mutter. you look at your poor lollipop for a second.
“don’t you want it?” Shawn asked, “I do” you answer. “then eat it” he challenged, “I will!”
“you sure don’t look like it, I’ll take if you don’t like it” he sighs, “I thought you didn’t like it?” you look at him. “I don’t” he smiles. “then what the fuck are you-”
knock! knock! knock!
a staff member enters, “thank god, a decent person” you murmur. “y/n your segment is in twenty minutes!” she notifies you. “got it!” you respond.
“wait, you’re working tonight?” Shawn sits up, you side eye him. “you think I did all of this for no reason?” you point to your hair and makeup. “hm, with who?” he asks again.
“wouldn’t you like to know?” you ask putting on lipgloss, “just tell me!” he whines. “The Undertaker, damn”
wait, you’re working with The Undertaker?
he hasn’t done that yet and he’s been with company for years, you’re doing on your second day at the job?!
okay.
Shawn hums, and sinks into his chair while you sing your theme on your way out.
10:40 pm, RAW.
you were sat on the middle rope legs crossed and microphone in hand, as you wait for the crowd to stop cheering your name. you couldn’t help but smile at them.
you get up and raise your championship making them cheer loudly. “okay” you begin and quite down a bit. “if you watched the last installment of Raw, you’d know that I won the women’s championship. but if you’re the person who wants to know everything that happens, you definitely saw the headlines on the wrestling columns last week” you walk towards the opposite side of the ropes.
“you probably read about me getting into an altercation with ‘leading figure’ for the locker rooms, now I’m not denying that. it did happen” and being the messy fans that love fights they cheered.
“that wasn’t unprovoked however, he was the one who started!” the crowd audibly gasped at the ‘he’. you got in a fight with a man?! how scandalous.
“this fucking guy, question my worth, questioned me as a champion, said that I wouldn’t know anything about being a champion, and threatened to get me fired!” you explained.
the crowd began booing, and they booed loudly. “I know!” you say.
“you guys are probably wondering who it is now, right?” you ask and crowd boos again.
“it’s The-”
the place goes dark and Taker’s music hits.
and the crowd was equally confused and excited.
he slowly got into the ring as a ring side staff member handed him a microphone.
the crowd was already split, one of the most prominent wrestlers and one of their favorites. and you had proven to be capable of putting a great match and you’re able to cut convincing promos, they didn’t know who to get behind.
“until you won that championship, I respected you.” Taker spoke. “good to know that there’s someone as the women’s champion, the problem is, many women would fight their way up to get were you currently are. you didn’t do anything, you just arrived and go it, and-”
“do I need to remind you how much I’ve already accomplished?” you interrupted.
“listen, I’m not saying you haven’t done well enough, I’m saying we haven’t seen enough from you for anyone to get behind you as a champion” he say.
“have you guys seen my matches before I worked here?” you ask and the crowd cheers for you, “my reigns as champion before I worked here?” they cheer again. you turn to The Undertaker, “they’ve definitely seen enough, they know I’m enough” you state.
“well I haven’t seen enough” Taker says and the boos began again. you roll your eyes and walk towards him. “do you realize how stupid you sound?” you ask.
“why does it matter to you that I became a champion quickly?” you spat. “are you jealous?”
and all the could be heard was ‘ooo’s from the audience.
“why the hell would I be jealous?” he asked, “because I won the championship on my first day, and it took you a long time”.
kayfabe was in the trash, it’s been for a long, long time. but right now, the crowd couldn’t tell if this was something that happened backstage being written into the ring, if it’s just a feud to get you more over or some backstage politics gone wrong.
“if it’s about me proving myself as champion, I’ll do that, everyday if that’s what it takes. but if it’s about respect, then you’ll never have mine.” you say,
“then prove yourself!” Taker bellows, “I don’t think you’re good enough to be champion!”
“oh really?” you ask as you get in his face, “one hundred percent”.
ring side staff are quick to pull you away from each other while the crowd loses their mind. they have already picked you as their babyface, this whole promo made The Undertaker sound like a jealous, insecure person who’s afraid to get replaced as the top wrestler in the company.
“listen! I will prove myself, and I don’t care if you respect me after it or not. and to you guys” you point to the crowd.
“we will fight! Taker, I challenge you right fucking here, right fucking now! doesn’t matter how it will go or when it’ll happen, I am asking for a fight. but until then, I declare war!”
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT !!! whew chile y/n got some haters *rolls eyes*, do y’all think taker is over exaggerating or are his actions justified?? me personally i think TRAITOR !! you’re supposed to be the leader not a sour mf ?? anyways y/n world domination for the win. three episodes in and we're scrapping for an interactions between shawn and y/n here LMAO
10:06 pm, backstage.
you knock on the men’s locker room door twice and wait. tapping your foot against the floor, you were quickly falling impatient. what the hell was taking him so long?
you roll your eyes, “if someone wants to see me, they better come to me” you mumble to yourself.
this was a waste of your time.
as soon as you took a step to walk away, the door behind you opens. you sigh as you turn around, there he was.
“about time” you mutter.
“I don’t want to take too much of your time” Taker began. well, you already damn did. “but I have one question for you.” he said. “okay?” you reply, shifting to your left foot.
“what makes you think you’re good enough to be called champion?” he asked.
excuse me?
you blinked a couple times in disbelief of what you just heard. “I beg your pardon?” you ask. “you heard me” he crossed his arms, well your ears must’ve translated something wrong. did he just seriously ask you that?
“what the fuck makes you think I’m not good enough?” you ask back. “well, you haven’t been here long enough, and you probably don’t even know what this championship means to begin with, you didn’t even work your way up. you just debuted and Vince gave it to you” he explained.
you scoff. “who the fuck do you think you are?” you exclaim, he is taken aback. no one ever talks back to him, no one. but here you were.
“I’ve worked really fucking hard to get to where I am now, and I have held multiple championships throughout my career. I know damn fucking well what this championship means. I am more than enough, I’m holding it and I am capable of defending it” you point at him.
“I was New Japan’s longest reigning women’s champion and I still am for a fucking reason. just because you’ve done well in your career and you’re not a champion right now, doesn’t mean that you can go around and degrade others. you’re the one who’s not worthy enough to be champion, because you clearly are a hating, sour old bitch!”
“what did you just call me?” he raised his voice, “a hating, sour old bitch.” you answer even louder, getting in his face.
“do you know who you’re talking to? I can end your career if I want” he yelled. “I can end yours if I wanted to as well! you’re one broken hip away from retirement anyways” you spat.
by now those who where in the locker room had their ears pressed against the door, wanting to know what the commotion was about. “don’t fucking try me, little girl” he raised his finger.
“who the fuck do you think you’re threatening?” you yell, pushing him into the wall behind him.
and that’s when everything went to shit.
those who were in the locker room immediately ran out. Lex, Davey, Kevin, Sid and Ahmed Johnson all held The Undertaker back. while Bret, Owen, Randy and Steve all were holding you back. you feared no one. not this guy, nor the next. you’ll hurt him if that’s what it takes.
“let me fucking go! I’ll beat his bitch ass the fuck up, I swear to god. let go of me!” you scream. your belt had fallen on the floor and you were wiggling around like a wild animal.
“what the hell is going on here?!”
it was Vince.
you were still being held back by the four men when the boss walked up to you.
“what are you two doing?!” he angrily asked, “ask him” you belted, “he’s the one was trying to start shit with me for no reason.”
it didn’t take long before the situation was diffused. Taker was pushed back into the locker room by Vince and those who held him back. Steve threw you over his shoulder and Owen carried your championship, a frown settled on your face. who the hell does that fucker think he is?
Owen closes your locker room door, and Randy sits besides you. “do have any idea of how dangerous what you’re doing is?” Bret asked, arms crossed over his chest. “no, and I don’t care”.
Bret sighs rubbing his temples, “sweetheart, you can’t just pick fights with people like that” Randy says wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “he’s the one that started!” you throw your hands up, “how would you feel if someone you don’t know, questioned your worth as champion and they don’t know jack shit about you, huh?” you ask.
“he did what?” Bret asked, stepping towards you. “okay, okay, hold on” Owen says sitting on your other side. “how did this happen?” he asks.
you explained to them how it all began, from finding the note on your door to the moment he began questioning you.
the room fell silent, and the silence was deafening. “why would he even think of saying that?” Steve asked, you chuckle. “ask him, he’s your friend after all”. “do you want me to talk to him? I can make him apologize if you want” Randy said.
oh, Macho Man. you’re too sweet for that to be what you’re known by.
you shake your head, “let him figure out that he’s wrong by himself. and even then, I won’t accept his apology” you say. “now, you’re just being petty” Bret said.
“justified” you and Owen say in unison.
“do you know how much heat that’ll give you?” Bret asks. “yup” you answer.
“y’know” Steve began, “he’s not the only one ‘upset’ that you’re the champion” he says. you’re just confused now, “why are any of these men - boys, actually, because what is this behavior - concerned about my position as champion?” you ask. “no idea, but you definitely have the locker room torn” Steve replies.
“it’s not like I’m a threat or anything” you huff.
“some think of it that way” Randy said, leaning back. “how come?” you look up at him. he shrugged, “why do you think Hogan tries to burry anyone he can? anyone that is rising above those already established is deemed a threat” he explained.
“but we’re not even in the same division..?” you say.
“ya never know” he says.
11:00 am, the next day. madison square garden; catering.
“you pushed him?!” Lita asks, you’re standing by the food in catering loading up your plates. “and I’ll do it again” you chuckle.
“have you lost your mind?!” Chyna asks as you walk towards a table. “if that’s what we’re calling it, then so be it” you shrug.
both girls are a little worried, you weren’t taking this as seriously as they thought you would. “babe, you’re the locker room’s number one enemy right now” Lita says looking into your eyes. “not exactly” you say, eating some berries.
“Steve said that the locker room is torn, so I have some people who are on my side.” you continue. “aren’t you worried?” Chyna asks, “of what?” you ask. “well, The Undertaker is like Vince’s lapdog..” she trails off. you shake your head.
“and I’m Vince current champion and his biggest signing so far, also me and Alundra’s match got a full five stars and the RAW it was on, apparently, is now the highest rated RAW in history” you boast. “not to sound like an arrogant bastard but, what’s Vince gonna do? replace me?”
they both put their hands up, “I mean, if that was me, I’d tell everyone about my accomplishments. on the first night no less!” Lita says. “wait, can we talk about that real quick? ‘cause we never actually-”
“Y/n?”
all three of you turn around and face the door, to be met by … Shawn?
"what?" you ask, "can we talk?" he asks still standing by the door, "we are talking" you turn back around. Shawn groans, "can you come here?" he asks, you shake your head, "you can come here" you answer. he groans again, "just come here!" he demands.
jeez, why's he so persistent? and whiny too, damn.
"it's not like I'm the one who wants to talk" you sigh as you get up, he meets you half way and pulls you outside the cafeteria. "can I help you?" you ask, "about your match last night" he began and you immediately roll your eyes and cross your arms. "look, If you're gonna complain about me being champion, like your friend, you might as well save your time. I don't want to hear it" you say looking away.
"what? no, no. that's not what I'm here for" he says, oh? you look at him, body facing the opposite direction, out of the corner of your eye, you can see him look you up and down, he's been checking you out every time he's seen you for a while now, because he know it gets on your nerves.
"what is it then?" you ask
"the match went just a bit too long for my liking-"
you frown, his liking?
"and who the fuck are you?" you ask, second time you’re asking that in less than twenty four hours. you sigh right after, you just debuted but you're already so sick of those backstage 'figures' trying to dictate how they want things done on you.
"the guy who was in the main event!" he answers, you give him a confused look, "okay, and?" you ask. "and? my match had to be cut short because your ass went over the time you were given!" he blurts. "by two minutes! two minutes, really? is that what you're mad about?! you ask, "two minutes mean a lot!" he defends.
you chuckle, hands still against your chest. "you're just tryna pick a fight" you say. you suddenly look at him, "did he send you here? is this what this is about?" you ask poking your finger into his chest. If this was The Undertaker sending someone to talk to you, then that would be quite cowardly of him.
"this has nothing to do with him!" Shawn exclaims, "this is about you reducing my in-ring time!"
"by two minutes?!" you ask holding up two fingers. he can't be serious, this whole conversation is waste of your damn time. "you know what? just fuck off man. I don't need this right now" you say and you begin to walk away.
he grabs your arm and pulls you back towards him, Shawn traps you between his arms as each one rests by your sides against the wall. "where do you think you're going?" he asks, you look up at him.
"what the fuck are you doing-"
"excuse me y/n?"
you both look to your left, and a staff member was standing there. "I know my timing is not great... but Vince would like you to come to his office" she says before quickly walking away, sensing she's interrupted something.
you look back at Shawn and you make eye contact, you're both quite for a second. what even do you say in this situation?
you quickly push him away from you, walking away like nothing happened. you glance behind you with a slight frown and he's still standing there, all this boy had was the audacity.
what the hell was the point of any of this?
you decided to stop by your locker room, you wanted to take off your hat. it felt a little weird to be wearing it all day, and inside no less. it felt as douchey as wearing sunglasses indoors, not as bad, but just as weird.
on your way there you bump into Bret who seems to be heading to the men’s locker room. you both catch up with each other’s day and you feel yourself loosen up a bit from all the shit you heard ten minutes ago, it’s always nice to be around him.
you were talking about your next training sessions when you approached your locker room door, then you saw it. again.
a bright yellow note, stuck on your door.
did your whole fight yesterday not give him a reason to not try to boss you around? like … at all?
“oh, what’s that about now?” Bret asks, you take the note into your hands and you’re once again met by the messy handwriting.
“you don’t disrespect a veteran, expecting a Jack Daniel’s later” -Taker.
Bret looked at you, then back at the note, then back at you. this was not good.
he can visibly see rage slowly build its way up inside you and your eye slightly twitches.
no one tugs on superman’s cape,
no one spits in the wind,
and certainly no one tells Y/n Y/l/n what to do.
“everyone keeps trying me today” you laugh, a laugh out of annoyance and anger.
you could hear two voices arguing as you enter the office.
it was Vince and The Undertaker.
you can feel your spirit deflate as you close the door behind you, “hey” you sigh as you walk towards both men. “take a seat y/n, we need to talk” Vince says.
“we fucking do” you say.
you sigh, sitting on a chair next to Taker, you both side eye each other. you contemplate whether or not you should confront him about the second note, why wouldn’t you? this fucking behavior needs to be stopped.
“listen” you start as you turn towards Taker, “I don’t know who the fuck you think I am, but I am not the one to fuck with. do you understand that? doesn’t matter how fucking high up in the ranks you are, you’re still just some fucking guy” you point at him.
“I don’t need ‘locker room leader’ shit from you or from anyone else. yes, I disrespected a veteran - who started with me first - and judging by the way you’re continuing to behave, I will continue to disrespect you. I am not your punching bag, nor am I your fucking wallet. no, I’m not buying you a fucking Jack Daniels, and if you ask for anything else from from me, apart from forgiveness, a Jack Daniels will be smashed over your head. do you get it?” you ask, leaning back in your chair.
Vince and The Undertaker are stunned. no one has ever spoken to him like that, let alone in a threatening manner, let alone a woman, yet here you are.
there’s a first for everything right?
they’re even more shocked when you hurl a piece of paper at Vince. he unfolds the scrunched up note, reading it, and Vince’s head falls into the palm of his hand. he sighs loudly and Taker’s jaw clenches as he looks away.
“you know why you’re here, don’t you?” Vince asks. “oh, he knows alright” you answer.
“we’re here because you wanted to be extremely rude-”
“I wanted to be rude?!”
“stop it you two! you’re in a professional environment, act like it!” Vince hissed. “oh, we’re professionals alright” Taker remakes.
“don’t copy the way I talk!” you mutter.
Vince sighs and rubs his temples, “why are questioning her as champion? I enjoyed her match, the fans bought it. hell, that’s the best women’s match we’ve had in a while, plus if I didn’t think she’s good enough I wouldn’t have signed her to begin with” he says.
you smirk.
“well, how do you expect anyone to feel about someone coming in, and just having their place on the top carved out for them?” Taker asks, “be happy for me? maybe? I don’t know, give me some fucking advise maybe, you’re the veteran here, aren’t you?” you ask.
he rolls his eyes, “see? she’s being rude again” Taker sighs. “can you or can you not tell the difference between being rude and defending myself?” you snicker. “defending yourself doesn’t mean getting in a fight with him!” Vince reasons.
it was Taker’s turn to smirk.
“that’s exactly what self defense is” you cross your arms, “what does self defense have anything to do with this?!” Taker asks.
Vince loudly sighs, “do I need to make you two hold hands like kindergarteners?” he asks, “just apologize and move on!”
“NO!” you both reply.
if this motherfucker wants to question your worth and do this much, he might as well show for it. you sink back into your seat, hmm…
show for it?
show for it!
“show for it!” you say out loud. both men look at you confused, “what?” Vince asks.
and it was like a lightbulb moment, you got an idea, a great idea. “I have an idea” you say, “well, share it with us then” Taker huffs.
first day on the job and y/n is already a needle mover??? icon behavior fr fr. i know it took a little for this ep to come out but i rly hope y’all like it 🫶🏽 it’s also kinda long my bad i got carried away lmao lmk what y’all think tho‼️
“i have an offer to make”
this couldn’t be bad. …well
it’s Vince McMahon. only so much can go wrong.
“surprise me” you challenge.
“so, one of our women, Alundra Blayze to be specific, she hasn’t been .. the most cooperative. we haven’t been seeing eye to eye exactly regarding her contract and we’ve decided to terminate it. that means tonight will be her last Raw” he said.
you could feel that he was pointing to something, but to be completely honest, you had no idea where this was going. again, this is Vince McMahon, anything can happen. you’ve heard of Alundra before and have seen some of her matches. she’s pretty damn good.
Vince leaned back in his chair, “I have no issue with her leaving the company, the only issue is that she’s currently the women’s champion, and she’s considering signing with WCW” he explained.
“okay..?” you mumbled, confused.
“I want you to become the women’s champion” he stated.
your eyes widened, and you aggressively blinked shocked at what he was saying. “you want me as champion?” you ask, he nods. “this quickly?” you ask again and he nods. he looked a bit angry and seemed quite pissed at the fact that Alundra is leaving.
“has anyone won a title on their debut match, like .. ever?” you ask
“why don’t you be the first one?” he suggests.
that sounded insane. it two ways.
you were concerned about how Alundra would reacted to being stripped off of her title. did she know this was going to happen? was she okay with it? not that it mattered really, it was her last day her anyways, but you couldn’t help but over think.
on the other hand, you felt giddy. excited. you were going to debut, and win the women’s title on the same night? sounds like absolute fun. hopefully the WWF crowd reacts well, you just needed their support and that’s all that matters.
“are you sure this is a good idea? i don’t want the crowd to turn on me on my first day” you hesitantly say. he shakes his head, “don’t worry about it, they’ll love you. i just need to know if you’re on board” he says.
“i’m in” you say, you can almost see the cogwheels turn in Vince’s head as he looks down at his desk.
“i have a lot planned for you, you know?” he says, half zoned out. you smile, “that’s great to know”.
2:37 pm, catering.
“so what did Vince want?” Lita asked. should you tell her? it’s not like she’s not going to know, everyone will at the end of the night.
but what if Vince was using this as an opportunity to know wether or not you’re the type to blab about plans publicly?
“Y/n?” Chyna asked noticing you zoned out, “oh, we just talked about my debut later” you answer, sipping on some orange juice. you weren’t exactly lying, but you also didn’t want to spoil the show.
“that’s cool” Chyna said, “i hope we work with each other a lot” she added. “yeahhh” Lita smiled. “is this what you’re wearing later?” Chyna asked. you look down at yourself, you completely forgot that you’re still wearing your unofficial gear.
“i’m still figuring it out” you fix your hat, “i want something that’ll scream ‘y/n is here!’ y’know” you say. Chyna hums, “i think you should get something custom made” she suggests.
“any ideas?” you ask, Lita sits up. “shorts! but leather, kinda like same design as my pants, but shorts, y'know. and a top like Chyna’s, keep the coat ‘cause it looks cool” Lita says.
“i think the top should be white instead of black, to make it resemble you New Japan gear” Chyna said. “oooh, what if i wrap a white ribbon around the hat and wear white boots with my name on them?” you propose. “see that sounds pretty!” Lita says.
the mental image of that looks really pretty. “how am i supposed to get those done quickly though?” you ask.
“i have someone that’ll do it, don’t worry about it” Chyna winked.
these two are the real ones.
all three of you continued chatting about random segments and matches Chyna and Lita had, until you were interrupted.
“excuse me Y/n?” a staff member approached you, “yeah?” you reply, “there’s someone who would like to see you” he stated.
you look back at the girls concerned and they mirror your look, “okay” you say getting up. you walk behind the staff member down the hallway, until you’re lead to the … rehearsals ring hall?
“there” he pointed towards one of the rings, “thanks..” you say slowly stepping in. you walk towards the ring the man pointed at, and you can see someone sitting there. they look at you, getting up and leaning against the top rope. is that…?
“you’re Y/n, right?” she asked.
Alundra Blayze.
the blonde had a smile on her face, but you can tell she looked tired. “yeah! nice to meet you!” you smile, stepping in between the ropes. she gave you a hug which took you by surprise a bit, but after all, you’re the one taking her spot as champion. you might as well warm up to each other.
“i’m assuming Vince told you..?” you say, you both sit down on the ring mat. she chuckled, “i wish he told me directly” she began. “overheard him discussing it with one of the producers” she explained. your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, if he can tell you directly, he can tell her too.
“well that’s rude” you say taking off your hat and putting beside you. “and unprofessional” she adds. “i wanted to discuss with you our match later, ‘cause if i’m gonna go out, i wanna go out with a bang y’know?” she said. you nod, “oh yeah, i get it”.
you both began building your match. Alundra would go out and issue an open match to any who wished to get a shot at her title, then you’d come out. you were responsible for the highflying spots in the match and she would bring in some technical wrestling.
you both found yourself fantasizing about spots you’d like to do, it felt really good knowing that you both were on the same page before even meeting each other.
she seemed like such a sweet person, you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad about her leaving.
“Y/n” she said, she look very determined yet a bit upset. there was change in the air. everything felt very serious all of a sudden. “yeah?”
“i know we barely know each other, but i want you to promise me” she began, placing her hand on your shoulder. oh, this is that kind of serious.
she got up and jumped off of the ring, you couldn’t see what she was doing but she seemed to be grabbing something. as soon as she sat back down next to you, you knew where this was going.
she placed the women’s championship between you.
“do not let this belt lose it’s value” she said, looking deep into your eyes. “i’ve seen a lot of your work in Japan, and i know what you’re capable of. Vince never took women in wrestling seriously, and I want you to change that. I want you to be that change” she explained.
“there’s no place for women in this company” she sighed “but there soon will be, i trust you with the championship. I hope you can put some respect on our name in this industry”.
it felt like a lot of weight was placed on your shoulders, but she was right. you’re here to wrestle and to make a name for yourself. everyone deserves respect in this business, everyone. women deserved a chance, and it’s time to make some changes around here.
“I promise”.
9:00 pm, RAW.
“it’ll only be six minutes, and that’s the end of it!”
you and Alundra just left gorilla after arguing with Vince about your match. he wanted it to only be six minutes but the match you planned was twenty minutes long, now way will you have even began the match at the six minute mark.
you both were very fucking angry. this was Alundra’s last match was your debut match, the least he can do is be a little generous. but okay.
okay.
you knew what you were going to do, this match is twenty minutes and it will be twenty minutes, because you fucking said so.
“what are we gonna do now?” Alundra asked. it wasn’t looking good for you two, but what looked good was tonight’s card.
UNDERTAKER VS. GIANT GONZALES
THE HART FOUNDATION VS. THE ALLIED POWERS
*ALUNDRA BLAYZE VS. Y/N Y/L/N (women’s title)*
OWEN HART VS. THE RING MASTER.
1-2-3 KID VS. RAZOR RAMON
FAROOQ VS. GOLDUST
BIG VAN VADER VS. BAMBAM BIGELOW
D'LO BROWN VS. AHMED JOHNSON
SYCHO SID VS. SHAWN MICHAELS
your match was right after the Hart Foundation's and you knew you could get Bret to do something. now, you weren't going to ask him to talk to Vince about it, because if you're the one wrestling and he's doesn't want to listen to you, he obviously will not listen anyone else.
"stay here, I'll be back" you say. you quickly jog your way to the men's locker room as show had began and the first match was about to start. you knock on the door and Bret and Jimmy come out to. "I need y'alls help" you breathe out.
you explain the predicament that Vince put you in and they are both visibly agitated by Vince's decisions. "now, I may be asking for too much but is there anyway you guys can shorten your match?" you ask.
both men are quite for some time, and it feels like all it's over.
Bret hums, "how much time do you need?" Jimmy asks. you're a little surprised, "wait really?" you ask, "and don't worry about Davey and Lex, I'll tell them" Bret said, hand on your shoulder. "like ten, twelve minutes" you say.
"you got it" Jimmy said.
"I owe you one, big time" you sigh, "don't stress it" Bret pats your head.
both men make it back into the locker room and you can hear Bret call out to Lex and Davey. thank god for them.
you jog back to Alundra, who was anxiously standing where you left her playing with her hands. "I bought us time! we'll do it all" you smile and Alundra physically relaxes. "thank fuck, oh my god". you quickly run her down through what's going to happen, before hearing your name being called from down the hallway.
you look behind you and it was Chyna and Lita, "just another moment please'" you say. you head in their direction and they spot you. "what's up?" you ask, "your gear is ready!" Chyna says handing you some folded clothes, "c'mon, I need to see you in it" Lita enthusiastically said.
everything was going great.
9:20 RAW.
you and Alundra closely watch the boys' match, you look down at your watch. it's going to end any moment now, right now, come on...
Bret slipped through the ropes and landed outside the ring, the referee ran out to check on him, and almost immediately held up the 'X' sign. you both jump to your feet, "we should stand by gorilla, right?" Alundra asked, you didn't hear what she said. you were concerned that Bret was actually hurt, but a part of you wanted to believe that that was his way to end the match early.
"y/n?"
"h-huh? oh yeah, let's go"
as soon as you approached gorilla all you could hear is chaos. from doctor's rushing to check up on Bret, to Vince freaking out over the time that was going to be wasted.
you pass by Davey, Lex, and Jimmy who winks at you.
he must be okay.
"BRING ME Y/L/N AND BLAYZE!" Vince bellows, "WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY? WE CAN'T STOP HERE!" he screams. you smirk at each other, before entering gorilla with innocence as a halo above your heads.
"what happened?" you ask, lips in a barely visible pout and brows furrowed. "is he okay?" Alundra asks referring to Bret. "LISTEN, listen. I need you two to go out there right now" Vince explained, "the show can't stop." he adds.
it was so funny seeing him panic over an episode of RAW, what would he have done if this was a pay-per-view?
"can we use up the extra time?" you ask, Vince answers without thinking, "do whatever the fuck you want, just put on a goddamn show!" he says settling back into his seat.
"are you sure?" Alundra asks, "will you draw me money?" Vince asks. you quickly nod, "you got it" you say.
less than a minute later, Blayze was out in the ring. you fluffed you hair and adjusted your boots. 'Y/N' was written on them, on the waistband of your new shorts and the ribbon on your hat.
you breathed in, the out. you felt more excited than anything.
"to any woman back there, if you want to try to beat me for this championship, this is your chance. come at me, no disqualifications, so you can do whatever you want. this is an open challenge and any of you are welcome" she boasted.
the tips of your fingers began feeling tingly, and you couldn't contain your smile. you began fiddling with the microphone you were handed.
then your New Japan theme hit.
as you walked out onto the ramp, your pyro went off, and that was the loudest crowd pop you've ever heard. it was so loud, and they cheered for so long. the fireworks made for such an amazing visual, and your titantron displayed your standing at the top of the ramp with a huge smile.
it felt so good being in front of a crowd again.
you walk down towards the ring, and bring the microphone to your mouth. "you said anyone?" you smirk, and crowd cheers again.
"anyone." Alundra nods.
you both throw your microphones to the ground and you slide into the ring. you take off your coat and hat, and the referee rings the bell.
and to say that the fans were invested in every last thing you two did, would be an understatement.
from every kick, to every punch. every flying elbow to every submission hold. this was the first women's match to truly feel like one in a hot ass minute, and they way you were fighting each other made it feel like the title meant something to you both.
it was so fun. it was your first night here and the fans felt fully invested in your match.
and everything got more interesting when the fight moved outside of the ring. you picked Blayze up and put her right through that damned spanish announcement table, to a thunderous pop. Jim Ross and King Lawler's commentary made it all the better.
you threw her back into the ring and locked in and 'Bank Statement', and another pop deafened you. you were facing the main camera, and Alundra began reaching out to the lower ropes only for you to shift your weight on her and move your legs to stomp on her hand. the crowd cheered again.
she held on for as long as she could before tapping out.
and just when you thought the crowd couldn't get any louder, they did. you pull away from Blayze and the referee calls for the bell to be rung, the arena felt like it was on fire.
you stood up both hands in the air, and the referee announced you as the winner. Alundra stood up and asked for the referee to give her the belt.
you both stood in the middle of the ring as she handed you the belt, successfully passing the torch. you both hugged and by now the crowd was chanting your name.
you pull away from her, "thank you" you smile as you raise her arm up.
9:42 pm, backstage.
you knew you had gone over the time you had, even over the extra time you were given and you were ready to take the tongue lashing you were about to get for it.
you walk through the curtains into gorilla, and what you saw scared you a little more than it should've. Vince was sat in his seat in front of a monitor, with a smile that could've stretched from ear to ear. you and Alundra look at each other nervously.
"uhm.." you begin as you walk up to Vince, "was that alright?" you ask. "alright?" he asked, "that was fucking phenomenal!" he said, and the relief that washed over you was unmatched.
"that was hands-down the best women's match I've ever seen! it was so good, and all the spots - especially that table one - were fantastic and fans clearly loved it." he praised, he walked over to you and gave you a hug, then shook Alundra's hand. "I should've listened to you" he said, head a little low.
you smile, good. great.
you walk to your locker room, championship slung over you shoulder. you could pat yourself on the back right now. you saw something hang off of your door, it looked like... a paper? as you got closer, you realize it was note. you grab the little yellow paper and read what's written, it was a little hard to read since the handwriting was a little messy.
SOUR GRAPES RE-DEBUTS WITH A NEW AESTHETIC !! what do you guys think of the newspaper/flyer theme going on?? this chapter is a bit long but everything has been long so far i guess. don’t read this w high expectations lol you’ll disappoint your own self skfkskle, but also the storyline changed so don’t expect the exact same things CHEERS GUYS lemme know what you think n spam my inbox ♡
8:46 am, madison square garden; training.
that headline was a couple months old, but this was your first time seeing it.
“Y/n, put the newspaper down! we’re almost done” Bret Hart called out to you, your eyes scanned through the paper before placing it down.
“coming!”
you’ve been signed with the WWF for almost three months, and so far everything was going great. you were making a lot more friends than you thought you would and the boss wasn’t as much of a jackass as some made him out to be.
you had originally debuted in NJPW, it was a break through debut as the match was given a seven star rating. it was the first match in wrestling history to be given a full seven star rating by Dave Meltzer, and the first in history to be achieved by a woman, so the moment Vince McMahon heard of that, he smelled gold like a piglet smells truffles.
you were trained in the Hart dungeon, which meant a lot of things. you’re definitely talented, a credible wrestler, and had a good reputation for being a professional worker and someone who truly loved the business, and because of how close you grew with the family you were an honorary Hart. being in NJPW made you a bit of a stiff worker. wrestlers over there maintained quite the rough style, hitting hard and often blading to give matches colour, so there was a bit of a worry backstage that you’ll stiff those you work with.
in Bret’s eyes, you were like his little sister, he’s the person who looks out for you the most in this company, especially with how women are treated. he lobbied to help you ease a bit on the stiffness and to help you adapt to the less brutal WWF style wrestling.
he knows your abilities, and has seen you rehearse matches that could’ve been instant classics had it not been for Vince not taking women seriously.
you slid into the ring and got back into position, Bret was teaching you how to lock a firm sharpshooter.
“so what you’re gonna do, yeah, you lean back in on their spine and tighten your grip on their legs” Bret explained. he’s been teaching you the basics of technical wrestling for a a little over a month now.
“like this?” you ask, holding his legs tightly, “exactly, now lean back in on my spine” he says. you lean back a little, afraid that you’ll hurt him. “c’mon now, with you’re whole body” Bret encouraged, and so you lean back tightening your grip on his legs. he holds his breath a bit, bearing the pain before pulling out. “yup! that’ll do it!” he said immediately getting out of your hold.
“was that okay?” you ask, you’ve never seen him pull out of a move so we’re a little concerned. “that genuinely hurt, it’s was more than okay! you executed it perfectly” he complimented you, with a smile.
you immediately hugged him tightly, squeezing him. you may be a little homicidal in the ring, but still fluffy outside it. his smile made you smile as don’t see him smile a lot, slightly annoyed was his default mood. “alright that’s enough, y/n/n” he said patting your hair.
“‘morning y’all!” a familiar voice said from behind you, you turned around and a big smile formed on your face once you saw who it was. “Randy!” you squealed.
there he was, in all his infinite glory and big, colourful, sparkly hat-assery. Macho Man Randy Savage, he was one of those you looked up to a lot. he was like a father figure, “you have too much energy for eight in the morning, y/n/n” he said giving you a hug. “too much coffee” you laughed.
“morning, hitman!” he greeted bret, who returned the greeting. “oh, yeah! y/n, Vince wanted to see you in his office.” Randy said.
“oh okay” you said, you’ve been itching to wrestle so hopefully he wanted to debut you soon.
you look back at Bret, he shrugs at you. “it’s almost nine and will did a lot today, you can go if you want” he says. you definitely should, can’t keep the boss waiting. you quickly gather your bag, water bottle and jacket.
“i’ll see you later guys!” you waved to them as you pulled the door that lead to the hallway open. on your way out you bump into someone and you trip back a bit. they grab your hand and help you maintain you balance, you look up at them …
and you can literally see and physically feel your mood drop.
Shawn Michaels.
you had made yourself a decently tight friend group. Bret, Owen, Jimmy, Randy, Steve Austin, Lita and Chyna. these were great people, unlike Shawn.
Shawn was one of the most annoying people you’ve ever met, you never come across people that pissed you off into laughter but there’s a first for everything.
he was constantly being a dick towards you, extremely rude and sometimes borderline disrespectful. he had a major attitude issue and was ready to pick fights in a heartbeat. one of the several problems you had with him was much of a backstage politiker he was. you’ve seen so many people get their pushes cancelled and have their storylines thrown out the window simply because Shawn didn’t like them.
you’ve seen some get fired too! and you haven’t been here for that long!
however, for some reason, you seemed to be a target that he had. Shawn was quite popular with the other girls backstage, but you clearly weren’t a fan. you weren’t going to stay quite about the shit he would do, he’s tried you multiple times and 9/10 times you had to pulled away from each other. you weren’t afraid of beating up a man, you’d do it twice without a second’s thought.
what he didn’t like about you was the fact that you didn’t hold back, you always had something to say or an argument to go against his. he’s heard stories of you making grown men and women cry, beating up people that were much larger than you, and how infamous you were for letting everyone know that they will get these hands if that’s what it takes, and frankly - that was very a bit terrifying to hear.
“oh” you breathe out pulling you hands towards you. he just smirks and walks past you. ew.
you rush down the hall way to reach your locker room as quickly as possible, you didn’t want to keep Vince waiting at all. you took a quick shower and put on some clean clothes, gotta make a good impression! not like you’re meeting him for the first time, but still.
you walk back out and make a beeline to his office. you knock on the door and you’re greeted with a deep, raspy ‘come in!’. “morning!” you say, “morning y/n” Vince responds. “how’s your day going?”
“well, y’know. writing and re-writing Raw still, nothing much” he answers, “training?” he asks. “pretty good!” you nod, “heard you were looking for me?” you half ask. “yeah!” he says leaning back, placing his pen down.
“you’re debuting tonight” he nonchalantly said.
your eyes widened and it felt like being a little kid again, “tonight?!” you ask excitedly. “yeah, still figuring it own, but it’s definite!” he says with a congratulatory smile. “g-great! good to know! thank you? thank you!” you smile.
“your welcome”
12:38 pm, catering.
“tonight?!” Jimmy asked, almost choking on his coffee. “i know!” you say. “aw, i’m proud of ya!” Steve said, ruffling your hair. “yeah y/n! i’m really happy for you” Bret pats your back.
you felt accomplished, you still haven’t debuted yet, but it felt great. “careful now, don’t get hiccups while cutting a promo” Owen jokes. you stare at him with a slight frown, “why would you put the thought in my head?”, he just laughed at you.
"don't pay attention to him" Bret said, "and don't think too much of it, you've done this before. you'll do great per usual" he reassured. you smile at him.
"have you picked your gear yet?" Jimmy asked, you slump back into your seat. you completely forgot. "no I haven't" you sigh, "I have a bunch of clothes and I can put something together, but it's eh" you add.
"does anyone have a leather coat by the way?" you ask. Steve perks up, "I do!" he enthusiastically answers. everyone looks at each other, then back at Steve. "I'd expect that answer from Owen, or something, but you?" Bret comments. "what's that supposed to mean?!" the blond brother asks.
"why do you have that?" Jimmy asks, Steve shakes his head. "don't worry about it" he says, you all look at him again. "well.. can I borrow it?" you ask. "yeah, of course" Steve answers.
1:11 pm, y/n’s locker room.
to put together your gear, you needed help from two of your friends. Lita and Randy, both were very well dressed. one had a light goth, rockstar-esque aesthetic, while the other looked like he came straight out of cartoon network.
fun.
Lita had picked up the coat Steve gave you, she seemed fascinated by it. "where the hell did Steve get this coat from? it's very... feminine. not that he can't be into that, but damn" Lita says as she examined the coat. "I could've sworn he stole it from an ex girlfriend or something like that" Randy laughs. Lita looks more concerned than confused, and your facial expression read 'sounds like Steve to me'.
"okay, but what do we think so far?" you ask. you stood in front of your vanity mirror, you wore a black mini skirt that hugged your hips tightly and a black v-neck tank top and you topped them off with 'Steve's' leather coat and black and silver cowboy boots.
"you're wearing all black, what am I supposed to think?" Randy sarcastically asked. "you look cute!" Lita said fluffing your hair. "cute?!" Randy asked, flabbergasted. "you two are walking fashion predicaments! and you don't even wear your pants properly!" he pointed at Lita.
"that's so rich coming from the guy that looks like a Sesame Street character" you counter, Randy gasped with a hand on his chest and Lita was laughing at your comment.
"at least specify which character!"
"Big Bird."
"oh fuck off!"
as you three continued making fun of each other, you almost miss the knock at your locker room door. the knocking is heard again, but louder this time. you quickly jog towards the door and open it, you were greeted by a staff mamber.
"sorry to bother you y/n" she began, "oh on, don't worry about it" you smile, "Vince would like to see you" she continued.
oh.
"okay..? thank you" you said as she walked away. you step back into the room and the laugher instantly dies when Lita and Randy saw your face. "Vince wants to see me, again."
"oh, i hope this ends well.." Randy mutters.
you nervously knock on the office's door. worst case scenario your debut was cancelled. you push the door open and poke your head in, "hey" you awkwardly smile. "y/n! come in please" Vince said putting down some papers.
even though he was the only person in the room, the atmosphere was quite tense. you walk in, closing the door behind you then kind of just, standing there. "come sit" he says pointing to the chair in front of his desk.
you sit down, and your hands feel cold as you fiddle with your fingers. this was stupid, nothing makes you nervous. you're y/n y/l/n, god damn it. you cracked your neck and sat more comfortably, "so, regarding your debut tonight.." Vince began.
