Chapter 33: Let's Light it Up!

Twilight was literally steaming mad as she strode down the halls of the vast arena in search for Vince McMahon’s office. No, I mean it, she was emitting vapors of anger and salt, both of which stung the nose of Teddy Long who accompanied her on her march.

“Now listen playa, I feel you, you ain’t happy about what Austin said, but you can’t go through with this!”

“Cram it, Teddy!” Twilight said as the sound of her hooves clunking down on concrete drowned out the ongoing announcements from speakers strewn throughout the halls. “I will not let anyone talk about my friends like that!”

“But come on, playa, he might not be wrong. I mean, Benoit was always a little off.”

“No, Benoit would never do that. Benoit loved his family, and he had plans for a future with him.” Twilight said as much to Teddy as she said it to herself.

“A’ight Playa, I guess there’s no stopping you. By the way, take a left at the next hallway.”

Following his directions, Twilight also took an inquisitive look at Teddy. “Alright, but why?”

“Because you’ve been circling the arena for the last ten minutes.” Teddy then stopped at a door hidden in the shadows as Twilight unintentionally moved right on past before turning on her hooves and heading back to him. “Anyways, here you are, playa. Good luck.”

Twilight nodded in appreciation but did not forget her fervor. “Thanks Teddy.” She then opened the door and went inside the office of one rather surprised Vince McMahon.

“Twilight! Good to see you, what brings you to my office?”

“Chris, we need to talk. It’s about Austin.”

“He’s out of control?”

“Yes!” Twilight threw her hooves up in exasperation. “For all the yes I can say, yes yes yes yes yes yes yes! Austin has gone way out of line! You need to do something.”

Vince looked down and sighed, aware that he could no longer evade this dilemma. “Twilight, I understand. An ass like Austin deserves to be locked up and have the key snapped in two. But there’s nothing I can do about him until our ties are cut, which may be a while.”

“No Vince, that’s not good enough. Throw him in a dungeon or banish him to a forest or something, I don’t care, we just need to get rid of him somehow. The way he talked about Chris, it was just so disrespectful and disgusting!”

“I know how you feel, Twilight. I didn’t know Chris was thinking of leaving but I would’ve been behind him still. He was a great wrestler and I don’t care what Austin says, he’s getting into the WWE Hall of Fame as he deserves. But that’s about all I can do.”

“Surely you can do more?”

Vince blew hot air and sat up straight in his comfy office chair as his tweed suit clung to what muscle was under it. “Well. . . There’s not much anyone wants to do about it. Most of the wrestlers don’t want to participate in anything related to him, as they would see it as degrading.”

Twilight’s ears dropped. She couldn’t help but feel that there was some degree of helplessness that she was left with, unable to do anything to avenge her friend.

“Of course,” Vince then paused and clutched his hands together to hide his mouth behind them. “Sure, most everyone either feels like they just don't want to associate with him. Just about everyone else is afraid of him and his unhinged behavior. But there’s at least one, just one, that I know of who’s mad as hell and probably wouldn’t mind a little extra work next week to get a match against him.”

“Huh?” Twilight’s ears perked up.

“So, I hope you don’t mind having your match moved to next Friday Night Smackdown.”

“Wait, you mean it?”

Vince lowered his hands and Twilight saw the biggest grin on the old man’s face. “By the way, don’t call me Shirley.”

“Thank you, Vince! If there’s anything I can do in return, I promise I will do it.”

“Well now that you mention it,” Vince said, pausing for effect as he saw the now apprehensive wrestler’s face. “You had best give Austin an extra good beating, from me.”

Author's Note

After making this chapter and thinking about the next one, I have the PERFECT ending for this story. Like, it'd be something that probably legit happened in the WWE already.

As for something totally unrelated, but something I'd like to talk about: We need to push all the men and women who died in the squared circle for Mortislam! The Day of the Dead wrestling event of a deadtime! Join the Undertaker as he announces the world's greatest and most sinister matchups ever, from Brian Pillman Vs. Owen Heart to Ultimate Warrior Vs Macho Man Randy Savage! It's going to be the most brutal event of the year! Get your tickets todayyyy! YAYYY! Be thereRERRRR!!!