(A/N: All right… Hmmm… Okay, now where did we leave off? Ah, yes! Now listen- I am sure that what Vince did to Ally doesn't happen in the WWF, I just did that to make it more dramatic. Please don't sue me, I have nothing!)
(Disclaimer: Vince McMahon owns the WWF and it's characters, shows, and moves. Wrestlers of the WWF own themselves. I own Ally.)
(Summary: In this chapter, Vince asks Ally and Jean to join the Corporation and Ally agrees, saying it would be the chance of a lifetime.)
(Genre: Angst/Drama or Drama/Angst, whatever you prefer)
(Rating is R for language, drug use, and slight sexual content)
(Author: Felicia (Mighty Pen))
"Keep Your Finger off the Switch"
Chapter Two- Going Corporate
I slapped Jean on the back, congratulating him on winning the hardcore title. The camera was rolling on us backstage, so I had to show some affection. "And there's going to be another title around my waist next Sunday at Armageddon! The European title which I will win back from Ken Shamrock." Jean told me, slamming the door to our dressing room.
"Jean, you're not going to win. I already read the script." I had to break it to him gently- I didn't want another tantrum of his to erupt. "Is that so?" Jean asked. He turned red in the face, and his eyes narrowed at me. His cutting glance sent chills up my spine. "Yes… Here's the script." I pulled it out of my bag, and before I could even open to the page, Jean grabbed it.
As he read on, he got redder and redder. "What the fuck is this piece of shit?" Jean threw the script at me. Just as he did, the door opened, and in walked Vince McMahon. "VINCE!" Jean shot up. I closed my eyes; not wanting to see what Jean was going to do to Vince. "Jean-Paul, calm down…" Vince said. He shot a glance toward me.
"Hello, Ally… You're looking, quite nice today." He smiled a wicked smile at me. I was wearing a velvet neon green shirt and a velvet gray skirt. My hair, if you could call it that, cascaded my shoulders. "Thanks, Mr. McMahon," I muttered quickly. He took a seat next to me on the couch and smiled. "Look, kids." Vince said, pulling out a script, "I have here the best fucking thing that happened to your career!"
Jean, who was back to his normal color, smiled. I leaned over Vince's shoulder to read it. I pulled a hair extension out of my face. "It's this whole big story line where the whole WWF goes against the Corporation, and you're among them. Then, Shane comes and brainwashes both of you, and you turn on everyone to go to the Corporate. We want you to be apart of the Corporation!"
I gasped. "Jean! Do you know what this can do? It can launch our careers!" Jean snorted. "I already launched my career. It might do yours some good." I rolled my eyes at him. "Oh, thanks, Vince." I said. I didn't want to hug him, but I was really thrilled. So, I just patted the back of gray tweed suit. "Oh, you're very welcome, Ally." He took a hand and moved it gently over my left breast. "Very welcome."
Jean chuckled. Vince said goodbye, and I just completely broke down crying.
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A half-hour later, I was still crying. Jean didn't give a fuck- he left as soon as I started to cry. I sprawled myself all over the couch, and cried onto pillows, cushions, myself- anything I could find. Five minutes later, someone entered the room. I thought it was Jean. I looked up and it was Dwayne.
"Dwayne." I said softly. I was in shock and I was a little clueless. I always had a crush on Dwayne, but I didn't know if he felt the same way about me. "What's the matter?" He asked, concerned. I sniffed. My heart hurt, literally, and so did my side. "Nothing…" I said, trying to get him away. I did not want him to see me like this.
"Now why would you be crying your eyes out and breathing heavy if there wasn't anything wrong?" Dwayne asked, now sitting next to me. "Jean- and Vince…" I sniffled. Dwayne clenched his fists. "What the fuck did those bastards do now?" I wiped away my last tear. "Vince…" I gulped. "Wants Jean and I to join the corporation…" I gulped again. "And… And… He put his hands on my chest… As if I were some fucking prostitute!"
Dwayne shook his head. "That mother-" I grabbed his shoulders. "No, Dwayne." He looked at me. "What are talking about, 'no, Dwayne?' That guy disrespected you!" I nodded. "I know- but I don't want to cause trouble. It may get me out a job. And I really need the money." Dwayne shook his head. "That's unbelievable, Alexandra!" I looked at him. "No… It's just Ally."
"Have a good time in Corporation, Ally!"
"Dwayne- wait!"
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No chance! No chance in hell you've got! No chance… No chance in hell… Come on, come on, come and get it! Come on… Come on, come on, come and get it… YEAH! No chance…
My new theme song. And it's true. I really don't have a chance in hell. "Welcome, the new members of the Corporate- Ally and TRIPLE H!" The crowd went wild, shouting and chanting Jean's name and mine. I waved and smiled. As I did so, I felt a pang in my heart for Dwayne. I kept on waving though, and was given a 'McMahon Era' shirt. I put it on and the crowd went nuts. Sure, they hate the Corporate, but they seemed to like… Me.
I posed for some pictures, proudly showing my new tee shirt. Vince whispered to me to suck my stomach in.
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"Here." Shane handed me a short, skinny object. "What the hell do I do with this?" I asked. I held it between my fingertips. Shane, Jean, Stephanie and I were hanging out at the backyard of the hotel. "It's a joint, Ally." Stephanie said. Jean handed her a beer and she drank it in the blink of an eye.
"You mean like marijuana?" I asked. Stephanie, who was working on another beer, didn't answer me. Hunter, who was busy lighting his own joint, didn't answer either. Shane sat back on a beach chair. "Yes… Just take it. It doesn't hurt, after all." I held it farther away from me. "It's illegal." I said.
Shane blinked. "No, it isn't. Are you scared or something?" I raised an eyebrow. "Ally Mitchell be scared? I think not." I took the joint to my lips and inhaled it. A wonderful sensation went through me, and I felt fuzzy. "Was it that bad?" Jean asked me. I shook my head. Everything started to spin. "No." I took another puff.
"Welcome to the Corporation, drug buddy." Stephanie said.