There was only one tiny, little, insignificant, miniscule, speck of a problem that she had to deal with. A fly in the ointment. It all stemmed from an important question.
”How the hell do I have a tag match?”
Halloween Sonohara
She’d found one of the agents backstage, a portly girl in glasses with a name that she couldn't recall for the life of her, and she was in the process of airing her confusion as the woman looked at her like she was speaking Greek. ”This isn’t some handicap thing, is it? Because I’m not about to go out and have a threesome with two chicks I just met out of nowhere, that’s like-”
”No, no, it’s nothing like that.” The woman shook her head, sounding every bit as confused as Halloween was, if not more. ”It’ll be you and your partner.”
Halloween’s head tilted to the side, as if her brain needed to shift a bit so it could process that. ”Tag…partner?” Her eye twitched. ”I don’t have a-”
”Oh, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeenie!”
”Dear God no.”
Halloween’s tanned face turned pale white as she spun around and saw a familiar blonde prancing her way down the hallway. That long, flowing hair, those roomy hips, those bright eyes, that shimmering smile. It had been a good while since she’d seen her, but she hadn't changed a bit in that time.
Hanako ‘Lovers’ Inose.
Hello, world.
Halloween threw her arms forward and clapped, loud enough to make everyone in the gorilla position stand at attention. ”Lovers. Hanako. Focus. Look at me, look at me, look at me.” She pointed at her eyes and stared straight at her ex-girlfriend, making sure she had the woman’s undivided attention. That was super-important with her. ”Why. Are You. Here?”
”For the tag match, silly.”
Halloween blinked. ”Hanako. We are not a tag team. We have not been a tag team for six months, two weeks and three days. We broke up.” She leaned forward. ”You do remember that we broke up, right? Please tell me that you remember that we broke up. It is of the utmost importance that you remember that we broke up.”
Lovers snickered and flipped her hair back in that lovely angelic way she did, practically radiating light. ”Um, yeah, of course, I remember. Kind of hard to forget that. You took my cat.”
”For the last time, Salem is my-” Halloween had a hard sigh and brought her hands up. Don’t get off topic. ”Fine, whatever. But if you remember us breaking up, that begs the question: Why are you here?”
”Because I’m your tag partner, silly.” She shrugged, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. ”Us breaking up doesn’t mean we’re not a tag team anymore.”
It took a solid ten seconds for Halloween to find the breath to speak again, and by the time she did, Lovers’ was playing. ”Ooo, that’s us! Come on, let’s gooooooooooo!” Lovers ran out through the curtain while Halloween stayed frozen in place, still trying to process the madness that had been thrust upon her.
She shouldn’t go out there. She shouldn’t do this. She should let Lovers wrestle by herself. She should let her get demolished in the ring, and maybe that would knock some sense into her. Halloween knew this woman better than anyone. If she went out there and went through with this tag team match, she would never get the concept in her head. The two of them would be tethered for her entire LAW career, and there would be no escaping from her. Yes, Lovers would get beat up, and that was sad, but it would be worth it for her sanity. This was her one chance to escape, her one chance to be free. All she had to do was walk away.
And she did, Halloween sighed, shook her head, and walked away from the gorilla position.
Only for her to turn around five seconds later and head back to the curtain. ”Fuck, fuck, fuck, hijo de puta…”
By the time she made her way out, Lovers was already in the ring, blowing kisses to the adoring fans and bathing in the attention. Halloween was notably less cheery - she simply stormed down the ramp, hopped up on the apron, and made her way over to their corner. She leaned up against the turnbuckle as Lovers’ music died down, practicing some breathing exercises to illicit calm.
This was going to be a long night.
