Promo: "Convergence"

[Guest AnnieEclectic]

The scene in the Carnies Headquarters is quiet this afternoon. Almost serene. The Assault arena is free of pot shots, the spamwich settled into a nice congealed... well, a nice congealed spamwich. A light flurry of snow falls outside, the wind is calm.... all is serene....

 

"GOOOOOAAAAALLLLLL-AH!"

 

You knew that wouldn't last, right kids?

 

"This is hockey, Annie, not Mexican Soccer."

 

Alex Zenon sits on a fine leather couch, completely disgruntled at the site on the screen. A graphic zooms in showing the score of the virtual hockey game he was playing with Annie Eclectic. Toronto - one; Montreal - zero.

 

"Shorthanded... IN OVERTIME.... TORONTO WHAT? That's right! Say it Zenon!"

 

"No."

 

"Say Mats Sundin is my god. SAY IT!"

 

"I now hate everything you stand for."

 

"For that matter, Eddie Belfour owns you, your parents, your eventual children, and that wacky uncle you don't like to talk about."

 

"My wac.... Annie, sit down and admit that you got lucky."

 

"Luck? That was all..."

 

A sudden tinny rendition of "Kids in America" rings out in the room. Annie frantically searches herself until she comes up with her cell phone. Sitting back down, Annie responds...

 

"Hey yo. Well, hello... Well yeah we feuded but.... Argh. Fine. Where are you? In the City? Yeah, alright, I'll be there. Give me time to get there, ok? My gear? Like my -wrestling- gear? Right, ok. See you there."

 

click.

 

Annie sinks into the couch and sighs.

 

"I need to borrow the R.O.L."

 

"What?" exclaims Zenon, "Who was that?"

 

"It's my erstwhile non-Carnie partner. He says he needs my help because I know about Danny Williams. Sure, pick the gal that lost twice to him...."

 

"But they were both close, Annie. And, you are probably the one who knows him best."

 

"That's true Alex but still. Argh, I'm not sure if I can help. Plus he said he might be able to help me out and I have no clue what that means. Could it be a trap?"

 

"That's always possible, unlikely here but possible."

 

Both wrestler sit in silent contemplation for a few minutes.

 

"Where are the keys, Z?"

 

"No."

 

"What?"

 

"No, you're the newest Carnie, you don't get to drive it yet!"

 

"Dammit Alex, is this about the game? It's not my fault Montreal is the home of all that is evil! Don't hold that..."

 

"No, Annie, I'm serious. Why don't you use that little red corvette you got?"

 

"It's in Indianapolis, fool. I flew here!"

 

"What about your rental car?"

 

"Didn't get one, hitched a lift with CIA. Plus, we're under a disused amusement park, Alex! Where the hell am I going to park?"

 

"You mean no one told you about the multi-functional parking garage/pool hall/hotel/science fair/virtual reality booth/arcade/flea market????"

 

...

 

...

 

...

 

...

 

 

"No."

 

"Fine, I'll drive, you navigate. Where are we going?"

 

"New York City. Some training gym..."

 

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A familiar golf cart screeches to a halt inside the parking lot of the Gold's Gym. Zenon sits inside the cart and pulls out a magazine as Annie begins to step out.

 

"Are you coming, Alex?"

 

"Nah, you're a big girl, I'll let you handle this. Plus I have a clear view of inside the gym in case something happens. Go on."

 

"Alright then..."

 

Eclectic takes in a deep breath, sighs, and then walks right into the fitness center.

 

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"Hello, Mak."

 

"Annie."

 

Both fighters simply stare at each other.

 

"Well?" asks Annie.

 

"...Thanks for coming, I know we got a tag coming up but I need your help beforehand. I need to know Danny's weaknesses, his strengths, what he likes to attack... everything. You've fought him twice and very recently at that. If you're willing to share your knowledge, I'll impart some of my own."

 

"What do you have to offer?" asks Eclectic.

 

"Uh-uh.... you first."

 

Annie sighs and sits down, preparing to give a lecture she's not sure she's qualified to give.......

 

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"His nose?" asks Mak, surprised, "Still?"

 

"I hit a daybreak on him and it rebroke his nose. I forget how it started but from what I've seen it still hasn't completely healed. That's another place you could go with it"

 

"Huh... well, I wasn't expecting an hour-long class in the ways of Danny Williams, but I'm not complaining. I think I might actually be set for this..."

 

"Great! Now... what do -I- get? I didn't even know I needed information, Mak."

 

Mak Francis smiles, and reaches into his gym bag. He pulls out his pads and a mouthguard.

 

"But you do. I saw your match with Judge and Craven. You need to know submission wrestling..."

 

Annie's face goes from a smile to nuclear-warhead strength anger.

 

"DAMMIT! There's nothing wrong with my style of fighting, Mak! NOTHING! Don't you EVEN start on how Hardcore wrestling is inferior!"

 

Mak puts his hands up to try and calm Annie down.

 

"Whoa whoa whoa! There's nothing wrong with your style, except you don't know how to escape submissions, or avoid them altogether!"

 

...

 

"Fine. Whatever."

 

"Whatever, nothing. You want to beat Judge, you have to at least learn his rules. You may not play by them, but when you get to know submission wrestling, you opponent will become much more predictable. Do you really think your back can take another attack like that?"

 

Annie subconciously starts rubbing her hurt back. With a tinge of defeat, she complies.

 

"... No, damn you. It's just...."

 

"I know. Your style isn't inferior Annie, but being blind to your opponent's style is. And while we're at it, I'll teach you a move that will definitly drive some points home to the rest of the Magnificent Seven. Did you bring your gear with you?"

 

"Yeah."

 

"OK, let's get to work."

 

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*huff* *huff*

 

 

*hack* *Wheeze*

 

"Maybe... *huff* you weren't as... *puff* inexperienced as I thought..." gasps Francis.

 

"I told... *cough* you that I knew... *huff* SOME stuff..." wheezes Annie.

 

Both fighters sit back on the practice mat to catch their breath.

 

"Do you think you got that move down? It takes a bit of setup, but if you lock that on Judge, everyone from Ejiro to Flesher himself will take notice."

 

"I like it Mak... I think I got it down."

 

Annie starts to itch madly at her arms and legs.

 

"Damn catsuit, I'm always itchy after a match or a workout in this junk...."

 

"Why do you wear it then? I try to keep myself confortable in the ring, if only to get rid of one more distraction."

 

"Well, I wore it because Chris...."

 

A silence falls heavy over the training room.

 

"...uh."

 

"Chris?" asks Mak, "as in 'Chris Wilson'?"

 

"...yeah."

 

Mak Francis leans in closer to Annie.

 

"Don't tell me you're still.... in love..."

 

"HELL NO!" screams Annie, causing Francis to sit back due to the volume. "Look, it's not about Wilson as much as... well you probably wouldn't understand but when it's been a while since someone called you pretty, you tend to hang on to that, regardless of whether or not the person who said it was a total asshole."

 

"I guess I can see that... but hey, if you're uncomfortable then change up. We're about fighting, not a beauty contest."

 

"I'll think about it... and thanks Mak. I hope I was of some help, I can see that you definitly were to me."

 

"No problem, I'll see you at Storm.... and hey, let Zenon know that there's some homeless guy searching the back of that cart thing for food. I think he fell asleep."

 

...

 

"ALEX!!!"

 

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END PROMO

 

 

OOC: that last bit has NOTHING to do with any sort of tease to a heel turn, don't even think about it. I wanted to change up the catsuit for something else and figured this was a good place to justify it. Blah.

 

-Annie

[Guest HVilleThugg]

Annie is gay...

 

Oh..shit...wait...is it still funny if it's true?

 

Da "loves Annie" H

 

::waves::

[Guest Powerplay]

Your first part is blasphemy against all that is good and right in hockey. Toronto should NEVER beat Montreal. In Overtime. Shorthanded. It's just.... so very wrong. Other than that, very nice stuff.

[Guest kelloggs]

::scurries in::

 

John Leclair > Toronto > Montreal

 

::scurries out::

[Guest Powerplay]

::scurries in::

 

John Leclair > Toronto > Montreal

 

::scurries out::

... You did NOT just say that. *Judge prepares to ban Mak from chat.*

[Guest Tyler McClelland]

*hack* *Wheeze*

 

"Maybe... *huff* you weren't as... *puff* inexperienced as I thought..." gasps Francis.

 

"I told... *cough* you that I knew... *huff* SOME stuff..." wheezes Annie.

 

Do I have the only dirty mind in the SWF? I mean, after that old promo with C-Dub... *sigh*

 

 

 

Very nice job, Annie. You actually didn't sacrifice much in writing to get across your humor. Very old-school Carnie feel to this promo; I loved it.

 

Keep it up!

 

- TM