LUNA vs. Alicia Lukas

[MasterEvil]

So here I am, sitting on top of one of those production trucks just outside the Lawlor Events Center. Sure, those pesky Sugay Sisters did tell me I can’t step inside the arena…but no one said anything about being on top of one of these. Whisper is such a coward for hiring them in the first place, but hey…I can deal with them for getting themselves involved in my business when the time comes. For now I should prepare myself for my upcoming match against Alicia Lukas. For months I’ve been insulting the division she is the Champion of…and yet it is only since the Shogun event that she has finally reacted to me.

First I defeated Sarah Frost not long after she tried to call my logic ‘flawed’ and then, the following week, I easily defeated some Ari Lopez girl and mocked Lukas for being the ‘special guest referee’ throughout it. Yet now she gets to have me in a match at Omaha. Maybe she sees this as an opportunity to send a message for her preferred challengers? Maybe Riley sees this as an opportunity to get some kind of payback for me assaulting her at the last Showdown.

They all sure to act tough on social media…

Always overlooking me…

Hm? My mobile phone vibrated. I pull it out of one of my pockets an-oh? A text from Rafael, let see what he wants.

“Yo! Check Riley’s Twitter, it might be good news for you.”

Her Twitter? I guess it is worth looking at it if my old friend suggests to. Using my phone I got onto Twitter and probed a few accounts…where is hers…there it is…what is so impor-

My head still hurts from Luna's little attack. But, as I got back to my office, there was a note stating she wants her match w/ Alicia –
- To be for the Womens World title. So fine. @alicia_lukas get ready. - Riley.

She actually did what I wanted her to do…I’m actually in shock that she did this. Why did she? Does she think that Alicia can handle me so easily that making it a Title match won’t be too much of an issue? Maybe she thinks Lukas would try even harder in our match if she puts her Title on the line? Whatever the reason is…



Both her and Alicia are deeply going to regret this. I’m going to make personally sure about this. With a smile on my face I make sure to securely put my phone into my pocket before getting up and off the production truck. I might as well start my trip to both the CenturyLink Center and my date with destiny.




We find ourselves in a children’s park of some kind with swings, slides and roundabouts. Why are we here? Because sitting on one of the dusty looking swings is the latest challenger for the Women’s World Championship, LUNA. In little under a week the mystery Showdown member will get to be the latest person to face Alicia Lukas for the very Title she has held for over two hundred days. Yet, instead of pumping iron or something in a gym, LUNA’s eyes seem almost fixated upon a replica Championship that lays peacefully across her lap…at least until her gaze lifts up to acknowledge us stepping close to her.

“Four months…it has been four months since I became part of Showdown. And throughout the four months I have been speaking about the disappointing, embarrassing even, condition of the Bombshell division that World Wrestling Headquarters have. Four straight months bombshells have tried to silence my truth but each time they have failed. Yeah, having seven victories and seven defeats isn’t world beating…but, in the world of reality, numbers are simply that…numbers. However it seems that one person, who seems ecstatic about the length of their reign, has finally had enough of me being someone who she think needs to shut up.

Hey Alicia, it looks like you can finally try to shut me up. Let me guess…you want to break my neck? Pull my limps out of socket like Ulric from Black Death? Or even bash my face in until the bones of my skull crumble inward to make a gruesome mess? Heh, you’re welcome to try Alicia. I ain’t no Paige Matthews, so there is no way you’re going to make me need an asylum. I am also no Courtney Steele, so I ain’t going to be just some flea you can swat away. And, unlike Paisley, I am not the kind of person to let my mouth dig myself a hole I can’t get myself out from.

But that means nothing to you at all, right Alicia? For you’re the same as everyone else in WWH; you all think that I am nothing more than someone who doesn’t know when to shut up. So obviously no one’s going to believe that, out of all people, I can walk out of Omaha as the Women’s World Champion…right?”

She strokes the expensive piece of merchandise in a somewhat affectionate manner.

“After all, who have Alicia Lukas defeated so far in her apparently glorious reign? Some wannabe psycho, some pregnant harlot, Little Miss Chatterbox, miss ‘if I don’t win it is because they decided I shouldn’t’, some chick named Song and probably a laundry list of other bimbos who even charity events would turn down in a heartbeat. Sure none of them sound real impressive, and the time Alicia fought actual competition – Alessandro Quagliaterre – she failed. And yet she can look down at her own division, going as far as to say, and I quote; ‘what the hell where's my challengers?’ on Twitter. So please excuse me if I think the problem with the division is more down to the Champion than anyone else.

Oh? Did I happen to offend the Champion? She can cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it. I ain’t walking into the CenturyLink Center to get my bum kicked for what has left my mouth, I am walking into the CenturyLink Center to prove my truth right by becoming the one announced as Champion. Be Alicia happy or not it doesn’t really matter. Actually…if anything…I want her to be in a bad mood. She dares to claim that I ‘talk a big game but can't back it up’ yet she’s the one who declared that she ‘might just break’ me if she wasn’t in a good mood. Hell, she said that I should ‘hope and pray’ that she’s in a good mood.

You know what? I’ll ‘hope and pray’ that she is at her very worse of moods. I want her to try to take my damn head off. Why is that, you ask? The answer is simpler than the question, for I want Alicia Lukas at her very best. I want her to throw every-single-thing at me. For – like the Rohirrim of Helm’s Deep – I will withstand her barrage, I will strike back against her forces and I will leave our battleground the victor.

And you know what the absolute best thing about that will be? The fact that she won’t have any other excuse than the truth that I’m been speaking of since four months ago…Alicia Lukas is a joke of a Champion.”

Moments after finishing her words LUNA chuckles rather dryly before slowly turning her head toward her left to look over at the slide, the irises of her eyes scanning up and down said slide before looking back towards us.

“And yet said Champion thinks nothing more about me than some ‘bad joke’. Not that I blame her, for she has defeated a lot of women while my own win-loss record is similar to a seesaw. And sure many other Bombshells have had their ups and downs…but does that give Alicia the right to openly insult the division she is supposed to be the main member of?

First she decides to take part in some has-been’s retirement party of a match, which she lost by the way, instead of defending her Title…then she goes around challenging people who aren’t even in WWH instead of challenging those in the Bombshell division and have the audacity to say that you are disappointed in the lot of them…and then, at least according to your activities on social media, you seem more invested in the newest number one contender Miroel Giroux and even your new best friend Elena DeDraca over her actual upcoming defence.

I do get that she has been the Champ since January, a whopping eight months ago…but does that give her any right to insult the division that she is supposed to represent with dignity, honour and pride?”

While her words were accompanied by a rather disapproving tone of voice, it was the shake of her head that shows the mystery woman’s answer.

“No, she does not have the night at all. A Champion must be someone who lives a life more vivid than any other and be a figure for all to admire. A Champion must be someone who collects the envy and respect of all their challengers. And a Champion must be someone who can stand as the guide for the rest of the division. And Alicia, honey, you are none of these things. Yes, I have also flung my own fair share of vile towards the women of the roster…but the only difference between you and I Alicia is that I am simply someone who’ve reacted to what I have seen of the Bombshell division while you were the one who turned a once promising division into a derelict.”

Sharply departs from the milky skinned woman’s covered lips before she seems to have gotten herself distracted once more as this time she looks up towards the starry sky above all of us.

“Look at the stars. Mufasa once said that ‘the great kings of the past look down on us from those stars’…but what if the great Champions of the past look down on us from those stars instead? Have you ever wondered what makes a Champion great? Or maybe a better question to ask…”

The half masked woman slowly lowers her gaze back down upon us.

“What makes a Champion?

Could it be their looks? Could it be their victories? Could it be the way they carry themselves? Or could it simply be the piece of gold they’d have around their waist? I may be many things but blind isn’t one of them, Miss Lukas is a genuine beauty, she wouldn’t have been able to keep gold for as long as she has with the one amazing victory or two and – by hook or crook – she has managed to carry her way to the longest reign out of all the people who currently have gold around their waists.

But does that make a Champion?”

LUNA picks up the replica Championship, lifts it up so it can be in the centre of our view and slowly shakes her head before dropping the item on the floor by our feet.

“That doesn’t make any Champion, not at all. Hell to the no. If anything it is the Champion that makes the Championship and the division, not the other way round…even if there are people in WWH that doesn’t seem to understand that. So what makes a Champion? The same thing that turns a person into an immortal, an immortal into a legend and a legend into a myth…

Dedication.
The dedication to face anybody and everybody, from their worst nightmares to their closest friends, without a moment of doubt.
The dedication to keep one’s head above the highest of highs without becoming deluded and to suffer the lowest of lows without letting it takeover.
And the dedication to lead and guide the masses to the golden age, even when they don’t care or appears to want you around at all.

And, unlike the self-proclaimed ‘Wrestling Machine’, the dedication I have to my mission, and the future of the Bombshell division itself, is real. I have fought many, even the one I love, with the tenacity of the velociraptors from Jurassic Park…I have overcame the drunken feeling of fame…I have overcame one of the longest draughts in all of wrestling…eight months to be exact…and I know damn well that, either anyone likes me or not, I am more than able to save the Bombshell division from the decay it has been suffering.

Can you say that?

Your silence is the answer. If anything it is because of you that have caused the decadence that is devouring the value of the Championship you’ve been holding in your death grip. And, though desperate to make yourself great at the expense of all the women of the roster…you do NOT have the dedication to be a great Champion…and it is because of that why I am going to be the one announced at the Women’s World Champion. But hey, if you ever want to be near a truly great Champion, after this upcoming Showdown…”

The purple haired bombshell slowly points upward, making us look up towards the multitude of stars above our head.

“Then look up towards the stars at night…and ‘hope and pray’ that I, and the Women’s World Championship, will look back down towards you.”

After hearing those words almost arrogantly enter our ears we look back down…to find that the swing she was sitting on is completely empty as there is no trace of LUNA at all. Where did the half-masked woman go?




Over and over again I watch, rewind and watch again Alicia’s last match against one Paisley. For over two hundred days she has managed to hold onto the WWH Women’s World Championship. I also make sure to swap between this footage and the footage of Alicia defeating the likes of Paige Matthews and Camron. I need to keep my eyes on everything she does and memorise it before preparing for it. To become the one to overcome over two hundred days of dominance preparation is imperative. But…why should I? If Courtney Steele and Kana Fable couldn’t stop her then how the hell can I be the one? I’ve been doing this for the past hour and the notepad in front of me, which I was supposed to put my strategies into, is completely blank. I can’t think of anything! Maybe I should go and say good-

“Mama!”

I look away from the screen, forgetting to pause beforehand, to see that my six year old daughter is by the side of the sofa I’m on.

“What are you doing up so late sweetie? Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?”

“I can’t sleep, the creature under the bed wants to eat me.”

I sigh before smiling softly as I stand up and gently lift my daughter into a comforting hug. Once securely holding onto my little girl I whisper assuring words into her ear as I head up the stairs and into her bedroom. Once in there I gently lower her down into her Pikachu themed bed and tucked her in.

“Now -”

I thoroughly look under her bed for a little bit before popping my head back up, reminding on my knee to keep at head level with my six year old.

“-there is no creature underneath your bed at all. But if you think any will show up then press the button on this-”

I pull out a personal alarm – yes, I have bought one just for my baby girl – and placed it on the small drawers beside the bed so she can easily reach it.

“-and I’ll come running to your rescue. Okay?”

“Okay mama.”

“That’s good. Goodnight dear.”

“Night night mama.”

I smile softly and give my sweet little child a kiss on her forehead. I move on over towards her door, makes sure that it’ll stay open and-

“Mama.”

I turn to face my daughter, who is looking back at me with a face that looks like she has something important to say.

“Yes?”

“You are my hero.”

W-Wait…did my daughter just called me her ‘hero’? Before I could even fully comprehend what she just said to me my little girl has rolled onto her side and had seemingly gone to sleep.

She actually called me her hero…

Me…her hero…

With a look of determination I leave the room, head down the stairs and return to my sofa, quietly of course so I won’t accidentally wake my daughter up. Once back onto the sofa I began watching both tapes again, using the television for one and a laptop for the other, as my hands starts to write scripture after scripture of planning. I am definitely going to win this match. Not for fame or fortune…but because my little girl looks up to me as her hero…



And I will not let her down.




“Just one more night to go until we finally face each other in the ring Alicia. What an interesting bout we’re going to have tomorrow night. For four whole months I have spoken about how disappointing the Bombshell division has been. For four months I have let my mouth seemingly go two hundred miles per hour. And yet it is only just now that you seem interested in confronting me about it. Why is that, eh? Of course many people would probably think that it is because you are sick of hearing me speak. While others may be think that you’re just trying to send a message to your newest number one contender…

But what if you’re only confronting me now, instead of back then, since you’ve ran out of excuses to not confront me?

Oh of course you can be all ‘Shogun means I can’t face you’ like I bet others are probably feeling about certain entrants…but that simply makes you sound like Courtney Steele. Remember her? I attacked her husband, a month later she got her bum kicked by me and has the audacity to claim that Riley didn’t give her the match sooner. So here’s what I’m going to do…I’m going to give you the same message I gave to Miss Steele, but in a way I mentioned to you not too long ago…

A real Champion would never let others choose when they face who they want to face...real Champions decides their own fate. And by sending Riley Hart that letter I’ve decided to bring my own fate forth sooner than expected.

What am I talking about Alicia? Why are you being such a problem for your own division? Looking down upon each and every member that isn’t who you’ve been chatting to over social media, choosing not defending your Title against your friend over defending against your supposed contender at the time and keep being so ashamed of your own Title that you changed its name from ‘Bombshell’ to ‘Women’s World’. For four months I’ve been saying that the Bombshell division has been nothing short but disappointment after disappointment, disaster after disaster and pathetic joke after pathetic joke.

You want me to shut up? Then stop giving me a reason to speak out Alicia! Prove to me that you are really as damn good as everyone else seems to think you are. Otherwise this contest is not going to go in the way you hope. Why am I so confident in my chances against you? Because you not only the contagious filth that dirties Showdown…

But you are also a cancer to the Bombshell Division!

And, like I said in my very first appearance on WWH television…‘I’m here to cleanse Showdown. To purge to filthy away. To save Showdown.’

So please, Alicia Lukas, come to my ring tomorrow night. For tomorrow won’t just be the end of your Women’s World Championship reign…

But also the end of you.”