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schizoauthoress_libraryTitle: Just Business
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: R
Spoilers: circa 1994 (?)
Warnings: strong language... because wrestlers
Prompt/Fill: Anonymous sent -- Hmm, okay. How about #21, and you choose the WWE wrestler. Please and thank you! // “This isn’t remotely what I asked for.”
Word Count: 1364
Summary: Alundra Blayze goes into business for herself... kind of.
Note: Listen. Listen. I have been *obsessed* with the idea that Alundra (Madusa) wanted to drop the WWF Women's Championship to Luna Vachon ever since I heard about it.
I've done a bit of digging but I can't figure out exactly when it was, and if I spend too much time on research I'll distract myself out of actually writing. (Some passages based on transcriptions from Sportskeeda, specifically Michael McClead.)
Just Business
The door to the womens' locker room banged against the wall as it was shoved open. Luna Vachon looked up at the noise, and watched Alundra Blayze stalk into the room.
"Stubborn son of a bitch!" the Women's Champion growled.
Luna frowned, curious but unsure if she wanted to risk upsetting Alundra further. She finished pulling the laces on her left boot tight, and moved her focus to the right boot -- listening without comment as Alundra slammed things around between locker and luggage.
Bull Nakano huffed and walked out after a few minutes of listening to Alundra. Perhaps that's what Alundra was waiting for, because she turned to Luna and said urgently, "I'm going to drop the belt to you tonight."
Luna's eyes went wide, and the laces dropped from her hands. This was not the plan, and she knew it. Vince McMahon would never agree to let her be the Women's Champion. "Oh, no, no!" she exclaimed, straightening up to look Alundra full in the face.
"Yes," Alundra insisted, "You deserve it, and I'm gonna do it. I don't care what anybody else wants for this title --"
"I do!" Luna interrupted. "If Vince didn't okay it, then I'm not going to take the win, Madusa!"
Alundra shook her head, smiling slightly at the reminder of her original ring name -- and just how long they'd been working with each other. "What are they gonna do, fire me?" She reached out, grabbing Luna's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "If there's anything I want to remember, it's you winning the title one time."
Luna bit her lip. Two impulses warred in her mind -- 'say no', spurred by years of respecting the difficult work of running a promotion; and 'say yes', born of her old dream to win the title and the hope that Alundra was regarding at her with. She squeezed Alundra's hand back, but after a moment, she said, "I can't."
(Her voice shook slightly on those words, and Luna hated it. She hated the sympathy that softened Alundra's gaze, and pulled her hand away with a sharp jerk.)
"Trudy--"
"I can't!" Luna insisted. "They might not fire you, but they're just looking for any excuse to get rid of me!"
"Then I'll walk, too. They can't have a women's division with just one wrestler."
Luna shook her head emphatically. "You can't. You can't risk that... not for me."
"Yes, I can!"
"I won't let you," Luna hissed back. She ran out of the locker room, heedless of anything but the need to get out of the situation.
****
Alundra didn't seek Luna out again after that, and Luna was glad. She didn't know how she'd react if Alundra pushed at her again. (She wanted so badly to agree to Alundra's plan, but didn't dare admit it to herself.)
Instead, to distract herself from the 'what if' and 'why not' thoughts, Luna chatted with Owen Hart. Owen was a good guy, and his latest stories about the antics of the toddler at home were a welcome distraction. She laughed in all the right places, and when Owen started looking wistful about missed milestones, Luna elbowed him gently and declared that he only had a few years to wait before Oje could start having playtime in a wrestling ring.
"Like you?" Owen asked, with a little smile.
"I know, I know," Luna replied, with a roll of the eyes, "being like me would be such a horror."
"No, it wouldn't," Owen said, quiet and sincere, "You're great, Luna. You really are."
Luna laughed and shook her head, as if that would dispel her friend's words. "Tell that to management, bud."
Owen glanced over his shoulder, then leaned in when he'd confirmed no one was in earshot. As though he were confiding a deep secret, he whispered to Luna,
"Management is a big bag of dicks, and you know it."
Luna nearly choked on her laughter. And then, when she'd just about gotten it under control, Owen gave her an expectant look, as if she were supposed to agree with the statement, and the very idea set off another round of legitimate giggles from Luna.
"You sound like a schoolgirl," Bull Nakano said, from behind Luna. Luna whirled around, ready to fire off a sharp retort, but the Japanese wrestler stuck her tongue out at Luna, like a child. The teasing was clear in Bull's voice as she finished, "You're going to ruin your reputation for being as mean as Mad Dog!"
"Oh, no she won't," Alundra argued, sauntering up to the group. "You just have to get in the ring with her to see how mean the woman can be."
"And you're just raring for a reminder, aren't you?" Luna demanded of Alundra. Her scheduled opponent favored her with a mysteriously placid little smile before nodding. Luna didn't trust it, and pressed, "You're sticking to the plan, aren't you?"
"Of course," Alundra answered breezily, "just like we talked about."
****
'Just like we talked about', indeed! Luna seethed at how still Alundra was lying, making no effort to kick out of the pin. The referee's hand was descending to the mat for the three-count, and Alundra wasn't moving. In desperation, Luna grabbed her opponent by the hair and pulled, forcing Alundra's head up and shoulders off the mat.
"Fucking fuck!" she hissed at Alundra, "You're gonna get me fired if you don't fucking kick out!"
Alundra threw an open-palm strike at Luna's face, as if in response to some mockery, and Luna took the opportunity to release Alundra's hair.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Alundra snarled under her breath, "Let me do this for you!"
They tied up again, and Luna went for a clawhold to Alundra's head. She hid her mouth against Alundra's hair, so the cameras couldn't catch the movement, and argued, "It isn't what Vince wants!"
Through gritted teeth, Alundra argued back, "It's about what you and I want, dammit!"
Alundra's elbow thudded against Luna's ear -- and again, because Luna ignored the pain the first time. And a third time, in response to Luna's demand of "Again!" before Luna released the hold. They broke apart, Luna snarling and circling.
"Come on!" Alundra shouted, loud enough to be heard. The fans would hear it as a taunt, but both women knew it for the plea it was -- take the win, be selfish for once. Luna stared for a moment longer... and then her resolve solidified, and she threw herself at Alundra with a wild shriek.
****
In his twenty four years of life, Shane McMahon had never seen his father turn quite that shade of red. In fact, Vince's face was rapidly darkening toward purple, and Shane belatedly made a grab for the elder McMahon's jacket sleeve -- only for his fingers to close on air.
Vince threw aside the headset he'd been wearing and stalked to the curtain.
"Dad!" Shane cried, hurrying after the man.
The noise of the crowd was like walking into a wall -- a victory for a hometown wrestler was always a crowd-pleaser, and a title-change on top of that? But Vince marched forward, so wrapped up in his fury at being disobeyed that the crowd reaction didn't touch him.
The sight of Luna Vachon with the Women's Championship belt held over her head in victory spurred him on. Shane grabbed his arm again, and Vince shook it off, glaring fixedly at Luna. He opened his mouth to scream at her, to scream that she put the belt down, that it didn't belong to her--
Then Alundra Blayze stepped into his line of sight, leaned heavily on the ropes, and met his eyes. She mouthed, 'Deal with it' at him, and Vince gave a sputter of disbelief at the defiance.
The next thing Vince knew, he'd been turned around -- Shane was pressed close to him on one side, and Pat Patterson was on the other, one arm slung tight around his shoulders. "She'll drop it to Nakano at the next show," Pat was saying, in a low and urgent voice, "We'll make her drop it; don't make a scene..."
Vince McMahon was frogmarched to the back, too incoherent with rage to struggle.
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Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: R
Spoilers: circa 1994 (?)
Warnings: strong language... because wrestlers
Prompt/Fill: Anonymous sent -- Hmm, okay. How about #21, and you choose the WWE wrestler. Please and thank you! // “This isn’t remotely what I asked for.”
Word Count: 1364
Summary: Alundra Blayze goes into business for herself... kind of.
Note: Listen. Listen. I have been *obsessed* with the idea that Alundra (Madusa) wanted to drop the WWF Women's Championship to Luna Vachon ever since I heard about it.
I've done a bit of digging but I can't figure out exactly when it was, and if I spend too much time on research I'll distract myself out of actually writing. (Some passages based on transcriptions from Sportskeeda, specifically Michael McClead.)
Just Business
The door to the womens' locker room banged against the wall as it was shoved open. Luna Vachon looked up at the noise, and watched Alundra Blayze stalk into the room.
"Stubborn son of a bitch!" the Women's Champion growled.
Luna frowned, curious but unsure if she wanted to risk upsetting Alundra further. She finished pulling the laces on her left boot tight, and moved her focus to the right boot -- listening without comment as Alundra slammed things around between locker and luggage.
Bull Nakano huffed and walked out after a few minutes of listening to Alundra. Perhaps that's what Alundra was waiting for, because she turned to Luna and said urgently, "I'm going to drop the belt to you tonight."
Luna's eyes went wide, and the laces dropped from her hands. This was not the plan, and she knew it. Vince McMahon would never agree to let her be the Women's Champion. "Oh, no, no!" she exclaimed, straightening up to look Alundra full in the face.
"Yes," Alundra insisted, "You deserve it, and I'm gonna do it. I don't care what anybody else wants for this title --"
"I do!" Luna interrupted. "If Vince didn't okay it, then I'm not going to take the win, Madusa!"
Alundra shook her head, smiling slightly at the reminder of her original ring name -- and just how long they'd been working with each other. "What are they gonna do, fire me?" She reached out, grabbing Luna's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "If there's anything I want to remember, it's you winning the title one time."
Luna bit her lip. Two impulses warred in her mind -- 'say no', spurred by years of respecting the difficult work of running a promotion; and 'say yes', born of her old dream to win the title and the hope that Alundra was regarding at her with. She squeezed Alundra's hand back, but after a moment, she said, "I can't."
(Her voice shook slightly on those words, and Luna hated it. She hated the sympathy that softened Alundra's gaze, and pulled her hand away with a sharp jerk.)
"Trudy--"
"I can't!" Luna insisted. "They might not fire you, but they're just looking for any excuse to get rid of me!"
"Then I'll walk, too. They can't have a women's division with just one wrestler."
Luna shook her head emphatically. "You can't. You can't risk that... not for me."
"Yes, I can!"
"I won't let you," Luna hissed back. She ran out of the locker room, heedless of anything but the need to get out of the situation.
****
Alundra didn't seek Luna out again after that, and Luna was glad. She didn't know how she'd react if Alundra pushed at her again. (She wanted so badly to agree to Alundra's plan, but didn't dare admit it to herself.)
Instead, to distract herself from the 'what if' and 'why not' thoughts, Luna chatted with Owen Hart. Owen was a good guy, and his latest stories about the antics of the toddler at home were a welcome distraction. She laughed in all the right places, and when Owen started looking wistful about missed milestones, Luna elbowed him gently and declared that he only had a few years to wait before Oje could start having playtime in a wrestling ring.
"Like you?" Owen asked, with a little smile.
"I know, I know," Luna replied, with a roll of the eyes, "being like me would be such a horror."
"No, it wouldn't," Owen said, quiet and sincere, "You're great, Luna. You really are."
Luna laughed and shook her head, as if that would dispel her friend's words. "Tell that to management, bud."
Owen glanced over his shoulder, then leaned in when he'd confirmed no one was in earshot. As though he were confiding a deep secret, he whispered to Luna,
"Management is a big bag of dicks, and you know it."
Luna nearly choked on her laughter. And then, when she'd just about gotten it under control, Owen gave her an expectant look, as if she were supposed to agree with the statement, and the very idea set off another round of legitimate giggles from Luna.
"You sound like a schoolgirl," Bull Nakano said, from behind Luna. Luna whirled around, ready to fire off a sharp retort, but the Japanese wrestler stuck her tongue out at Luna, like a child. The teasing was clear in Bull's voice as she finished, "You're going to ruin your reputation for being as mean as Mad Dog!"
"Oh, no she won't," Alundra argued, sauntering up to the group. "You just have to get in the ring with her to see how mean the woman can be."
"And you're just raring for a reminder, aren't you?" Luna demanded of Alundra. Her scheduled opponent favored her with a mysteriously placid little smile before nodding. Luna didn't trust it, and pressed, "You're sticking to the plan, aren't you?"
"Of course," Alundra answered breezily, "just like we talked about."
****
'Just like we talked about', indeed! Luna seethed at how still Alundra was lying, making no effort to kick out of the pin. The referee's hand was descending to the mat for the three-count, and Alundra wasn't moving. In desperation, Luna grabbed her opponent by the hair and pulled, forcing Alundra's head up and shoulders off the mat.
"Fucking fuck!" she hissed at Alundra, "You're gonna get me fired if you don't fucking kick out!"
Alundra threw an open-palm strike at Luna's face, as if in response to some mockery, and Luna took the opportunity to release Alundra's hair.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Alundra snarled under her breath, "Let me do this for you!"
They tied up again, and Luna went for a clawhold to Alundra's head. She hid her mouth against Alundra's hair, so the cameras couldn't catch the movement, and argued, "It isn't what Vince wants!"
Through gritted teeth, Alundra argued back, "It's about what you and I want, dammit!"
Alundra's elbow thudded against Luna's ear -- and again, because Luna ignored the pain the first time. And a third time, in response to Luna's demand of "Again!" before Luna released the hold. They broke apart, Luna snarling and circling.
"Come on!" Alundra shouted, loud enough to be heard. The fans would hear it as a taunt, but both women knew it for the plea it was -- take the win, be selfish for once. Luna stared for a moment longer... and then her resolve solidified, and she threw herself at Alundra with a wild shriek.
****
In his twenty four years of life, Shane McMahon had never seen his father turn quite that shade of red. In fact, Vince's face was rapidly darkening toward purple, and Shane belatedly made a grab for the elder McMahon's jacket sleeve -- only for his fingers to close on air.
Vince threw aside the headset he'd been wearing and stalked to the curtain.
"Dad!" Shane cried, hurrying after the man.
The noise of the crowd was like walking into a wall -- a victory for a hometown wrestler was always a crowd-pleaser, and a title-change on top of that? But Vince marched forward, so wrapped up in his fury at being disobeyed that the crowd reaction didn't touch him.
The sight of Luna Vachon with the Women's Championship belt held over her head in victory spurred him on. Shane grabbed his arm again, and Vince shook it off, glaring fixedly at Luna. He opened his mouth to scream at her, to scream that she put the belt down, that it didn't belong to her--
Then Alundra Blayze stepped into his line of sight, leaned heavily on the ropes, and met his eyes. She mouthed, 'Deal with it' at him, and Vince gave a sputter of disbelief at the defiance.
The next thing Vince knew, he'd been turned around -- Shane was pressed close to him on one side, and Pat Patterson was on the other, one arm slung tight around his shoulders. "She'll drop it to Nakano at the next show," Pat was saying, in a low and urgent voice, "We'll make her drop it; don't make a scene..."
Vince McMahon was frogmarched to the back, too incoherent with rage to struggle.
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