PROMO: Reasons.

[Guest Drew_K]

Standing in the darkened room, CIA’s mind races, moving over everything that’s happened. It’s been over a month since he left the JL. A member of the Midnight Carnival, the most famous stable in the SWF’s history. The losses. The absenteeism. Looking up, the Canadian’s eyes find their own reflection, glaring back, almost accusingly from the mirror hanging on the wall, just enough for him to see that face, looking back at his own, disappointed, worried, but in another way, still proud, still resolute, that spark still there.

 

Suddenly, he is no longer alone. Not turning around, CIA makes no sound, instead only lowering his gaze from the mirror as that familiar voice washes over him.

 

“You’ve been neglecting your duties. You’ve been breaking all the rules you’ve trained so long to follow. And you’ve been letting the fans down. I thought they MEANT something to you.”

 

Not daring to turn around, CIA raises his head, eyes finding the mirror. Unsurprisingly, he is there, the General, looking down on his long time protégé. Not accusing, not blaming. Merely stating what they both know to be true. Glaring into that unflinching gaze, CIA lets the silence hang, waiting in the hopes that he won’t be the first to speak. Soon enough, however, he lowers his head again, and addresses his superior.

 

“They do, Sir. You know that. But it’s all been so much lately. So fast. And so many expectations have come my way. Things I wasn’t ready for.”

 

A sigh sounds behind him, and the voice can be heard again. Lower this time, and somehow… sympathetic. “I am only here to make sure things go well for you, soldier. But you had better be ready for everything that comes your way. You know DAMN WELL. You can do this. How about we find one thing to start. You saw what happened.”

 

Nodding his head, CIA lets a name escape him, his voice shaking with anger. “Frost.”

 

“That’s right. And we protect our own, soldier. The Carnival is your unit now. And you’re going to make sure you’re always there to serve their needs. Your unit is your family. And Frost took out a member of your family. Even if it was just for a little while. Do we let that go unpunished, soldier?”

 

CIA rises, turning now to face the voice, standing tall, and mustering as much pride as he can. “Sir, no sir.”

 

A hint of amusement in the voice. This is what he wants to see. “Good. Now you go to the commissioner, and you get a match with Frost. And don’t forget the fans. You need them. They help you beat bigger men, stronger men, faster men. So get back in this little war we fight. And next time you start slacking off, I won’t be so lenient. Dismissed, Soldier.”

 

Turning away, CIA marches out of the locker room, new resolve fueling him. He would do it for the fans, for pride, for the Carnival.

 

For family.

[Guest BA_Baracus]

PROMO (Stubby P. McWeed);

"Darn you those mysterious mentors...what won't they do next?

 

Mothernature says..."

[Guest WrestlingDeacon]

Lot of little subtle bits in there I can use. I'm still not totally into the whole "General" bit, but this promo even makes me more stoked for our match.