(A/N: Just get to things straight, the last chapter is a prologue. This is the first actual chapter, where things hotter, heavier, and longer. Just wanted to clear that up…)
Disclaimer: I own Ally Mitchell. Vince McMahon owns the WWF and it's characters, moves, and shows. Wrestlers own themselves. This plot is fictional, I have nothing against Triple H (Jean-Paul Levesque- I think he is a great wrestler and person! Get better, Jean!) I just thought he would be a great leading man.
Summary: In this chapter, Ally recollects on her debut in the WWF in a dream.
Genre: Drama/Angst
Rating is R for language, drug use (later chapters), and slight sexual content. (Later chapters)
Author: Felicia (Mighty Pen)
"Keep Your Finger off the Switch"
Chapter One- Fake
I entered my hotel room, which I had all to myself. Jean had a room to himself too, unless he decided to bring a slut into it-which happened every night. I threw my bags at the side of the bed in a huff. I turned on the lamp and plopped down on the bed.
From under the bed, I pulled out a script for Smack!Down. I sighed. Jean and I would be the first to come out to talk, then Ken would come out and beat the living shit out of Jean, when all I did was scream and rant. I flipped through later pages, seeing if I would get my title back anytime soon.
I saw an interesting little paragraph- There would be a triple threat match at Armageddon with Nora (Molly Holly), Gail, and I. And it would be for the number one contendership for the women's title. I was yet to find out who would win, but I hope I would get my title back. Hopefully Jean wouldn't be involved in saving anyone, because he would only fuck it up again.
I flipped back to the first page. I saw that I had highlighted my part in pink, my favorite color. I read the first few lines over before I fell asleep.
JEAN: Well, folks- I said it once, I said it twice, hell, I said it three times! But I am going to say it until you morons get it into your head- I AM THAT DAMN GOOD! I am the Game. Who dares to step in the ring with the Game?
ALLY: I think that Ken Shamrock is a big idiot. He's challenged Hunter over and over. How many Pedigrees and how many losses will Ken need to receive before he realizes that Hunter is the Game and all he is a loser?
(Ken Shamrock comes into the ring and puts Hunter in the Ankle Lock)
(ALLY SCREAMS)
I dropped the script in my sleep. I dreamt of something- something oddly familiar, but I couldn't place my finger on it.
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"Do you want this? DO YOU?" Kurt Angle screamed at the dozen amateurs in the model ring. "It takes a lot to get where we are today. Lots of blood, sweat, and tears." Tazz joined in. I peered over my shoulder and saw my best friend, Brendan, crying. "If you're crushed and unmotivated now, then get the fuck out." Kurt said to Brendan. I held my head up high and blinked, trying my best not to cry.
"If you want to be a superstar in the World Wrestling Federation, then you got to have guts." Tazz continued with his Brooklyn accent. I felt my stomach churn. Was I really ready for this? "You." Tazz said, pointing to me. I gulped. "Yes, sir." I said. I felt like I was in boot camp- technically, it was like being in boot camp.
"DO YOU HAVE GUTS?" Tazz screamed. Kurt Angle popped his gum, looking at Tazz examine my motivation and determination. "YES!" I screamed. "Show me." Tazz said. "Show me you have guts. I want you to spear me and beat the shit out of me. I want you to pretend that I am that horrible math teacher that flunked you."
Tazz stood back, ready for me to strike. "ARE YOU GONNA DO IT?" I narrowed my eyes and with all my force, my head pummeled into his stomach and he fell flat on the ground. I took my hand and slapped him. I put all my weight on top of him and just, like he said, beat the shit out of him.
When he told me all right, I got up and straightened my shirt. "NOW!" Tazz said, with a big smile on his face. "That was guts… And she hurt me pretty hard, too." I smiled for a split second, feeling like I accomplished something. "You." He pointed to Brendan. I felt a sigh of relief come out of me, and knew that I was headed for success.
The next day, I entered the wrestling school, wearing the army outfit they gave to us as we entered. I slipped it over my jeans and tank top and went into the ring. I was early, because Tazz and Kurt Angle were there, talking, and someone else, Amy Dumas was there too.
"Ally…" Kurt said. He shook my hand. "We're outside today. Obstacle course. I don't believe you met Amy Dumas?" I smiled. "No… Hey Lita… I mean, Amy." Amy smiled. "Ally… Kurt has shown me some videos of your work. I am impressed." I turned a bright red, and smiled again. "Oh, god, they're coming… All right, Ally… Outside." Tazz said.
As I entered the muddy field, I saw tires and large tin garbage cans. I saw my fellow students stretching, so I knew we were going to be climbing and crawling and running. "Where's Brendan?" I asked someone. This girl, a girl with long nails and stringy hair, raised an eyebrow. "You didn't know?"
I shook my head. "No… What happened?" She sighed. I think her name was Sherry. "They kicked Brendan out. He didn't have guts, apparently." My jaw hung low. Now there were eleven of us… And in the eleven of us, only two would make it. God, life is a bitch. "All right, people." Amy said, stepping out. "I am going to be a new judge, here, too. Your mission today is to go through the obstacle course and back. When I blow the whistle, you go." TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!
I sped off like a hungry lion. My two legs bounced in and out of the tires. As I made my way out of the tire course, I tripped off a stack of mud and fell. I heard my bones crack. "Fuck," I muttered. I got up and went for the ropes. There were five lined up, and then, after we climbed the ropes, we would make our way through a jungle gym. Then we would run about half a kilometer. We'd tap a green thing and then make our way back again.
After I got off the fifth ropes, I made my way on top of the gigantic jungle gym. I tripped through one of the holes and caught myself from falling thirteen feet by gripping one of the poles. I made my way through the jungle gym like that, reaching and climbing. As I jumped down, I felt my ankle swell. The sweat started to pour off of me and I was covered in mud. My hands were cut and bleeding and I probably had a million and one bruises.
I started to breathe heavy, and my side began to ache. My heart pounded in my throat, and I could barely think straight. I was hot- this suit was not thin and I felt wet and humid all over. As I began to run the half-mile, I was even with Sherry. She was also covered in sweat, but she was a drop thinner than I was, and had more gain on me. Well, screw her, I was going to beat her. As I pushed myself further, I reached the green first. Now I would have to go back.
I don't know how I did it. I just climbed, crawled, gripped, and ran. I couldn't think anymore. The only word in my head was determined. As I made my way through the last tire, I heard the whistle blow. I didn't know if I was the first one or not, but I did know that the whole field went black and I fell limp onto the mud.
"All right…" Kurt said. He held a blue slip in his hand. My heart stopped beating for a second. This was it. This was were the rest of everyone's life would change. I couldn't go back home and tell everyone I failed. I couldn't live with that. People were counting on me- I couldn't let them down now. No, not after I worked so hard. Please god, I prayed. Let me have this for them. My heart began back to its normal pace, but when Kurt opened the slip it went 100 beats a second, I am almost positive it did.
"Okay," Our Olympic Hero said. "I know how much you all worked for this, and each and every one of you were great. Some were better than others. Peter, Amy, and I had to use our own judgement and it was a very hard decision… I don't want to waste anyone's time anymore, so here it is…" My stomach churned hard and I felt myself go limp again. Holy shit, I couldn't black out now. I needed this.
"Our final decisions are William Roberts and Ally Mitchell. Both showed fearless efforts and hard determination and motivation." Peter said. My eyes widened. He handed William and I a contract for two years to the WWF. He handed me a pen and I shakily wrote out my name: Ally Mitchell. Oh my god.
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"Hmm… How much do you weigh, Ally?" Vince McMahon asked me. I gulped. I sat in front of his desk in a pair of baggy jeans and a Nike sweatshirt. "One forty three, Mr. McMahon. All muscles." Vince frowned. "Hmm… I would like to get you down to one thirty five. I am going to assign you a personal trainer." He stared at my chest, which was a small, 32B cup. "Hmm…" He said again. "Would you like to be a large 38D?" Vince asked me. I stared at him. "B-breast implants?" I asked.
Vince sighed. "It's very safe, Ally, and it would be good for your career." I stared down at my chest. I always objected to cosmetic surgery and thought people should accept their natural body. But I got this job and I needed it. "All right," I said, unsure. "A D would be fine." Vince stood up, and told me to get up. I stood still as a tree and he critiqued my body with a fine tooth comb.
"All right, I am going to get you contacts to make your eyes a crisp gray shade. I also suggest for you to get some very, very good brand of hair dye. Red hair won't just do for your character. Blonde, made longer with extensions, and made wavier with a curling iron." I closed my eyes and felt them welling up. Fuck no! I didn't want my breasts two sizes larger. I didn't want my green eyes gray. I liked my bobbed cut red hair, and hated blonde. Fuck no! I didn't want this… I didn't want this…
"Sure, Mr. McMahon. Anything." What a fool I was.
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"MY TIME… OUR TIME! ALL THESE STUPID RULES!" I came out with Jean. It was my first time televised, and boy, I was so nervous. The crowd cheered when they saw me. They didn't even know who I was. They probably liked my fake gray eyes and my fake hair and my fake chest. I cringed as I walked. I felt the saline bounce up and down inside of me. It was all I was… Fake.
I got more than I bargained for with this job.