AnnieEclectic 0 Report post Posted April 9, 2004 April 7th, 2004. 1:06 PM "Next." The slighty greasy long hair is becoming scattered from his ponytail. Could this day get any worse. Nothing like slinging overpriced caffienated crap to the masses... "Yeeeeees... Scott," says the next woman in line, "Could I have a medium Mocha Frappy?" He sighs. "Ma'am," starts Scott, "We don't have 'medium'. Would you like a Grande Mocha Frappe?" "Oh, oh yes of course," stammers the woman, turned off by the curt response of the clerk. "GRANDE MOCHA FRAPPE, BRIAN!" screams the clerk, "Brian will have your drink soon, that will be four ninety five." The woman pays for her drink and shuffles off to the side, nervously waiting for her drink. Idiots, Scott thinks, I swear just once I'd like to meet an intelligent, smart person in this line. A hot female one at that. A hot female japanese one at that... Scott chuckles as he finishes putting away the woman's money. Looking up he sees just what he described. Twice over. And for my next trick, he thinks, My next customer will be a talking, neverending pile of cash. "Two grande caramel macchiatos, whipped cream, caramel under and over," said the one on the right. Her voice seemed hoarse... a smoker? He did smell a faint whisp of... cigar smoke? Her twin on the left chimed in. "And please, could you put those heat sleeves on them?" she asked, her voice much clearer, "Last place we went to nearly caused third degree burns on my hands. Can't have anything like that happen to my current girlfriend you know." The horrible joke caused the 'smoking' twin to hand her head in shame, the 'clear' twin just laughed uproariously. "Don't mind me," she said, "I just love torturing my sister. But we will take those heat sleeves, please." "Sure," said Scott, liking his current customers, "BRIAN! TWO GRANDE CAR-MACCHIATOS. CREAM-OVER-UNDER! That'll be nine eighty four." The clear twin paid the fee. They chatted small talk as they waited for Brian to finish the drinks. Finally done, the three parted ways, the twins trying to keep their hands cool, and the clerk trying to keep the idea of a twin-threeway out of his head. "Heh, he liked you Alli," said Ann Onita, better known as Ichiban, "I'm surprised you didn't lead him on or something. Could've gotten free drinks..." "Please Ann, like either of us need to get free things at this point," said Allison Onita, "Don't you think Stevens signed us up to nice contracts?" "True," said Ann, waiting to drop her bombshell insult, "But at least that guy would be better for you than Tom-fucking-Flesher." Allison choked on her drink. "Ann," said Allison sternly, "You know damn well which side of that fence I'm on. Who stole who's girlfriend when she returned?" Ann blushed slightly, realizing she just lost that round. "Exactly, look I wasn't around to see what the hell happened between you two, but it seems like Tom's changed. The fans like him, the announcers like him, the guys all think he's matured backstage... why are you holding this grudge?" asks Allison. Ann remains silent as both women sit down. Seconds pass, both women waiting for the other to break the silence. Realizing her sister is simply staring her down until she breaks, Ann decides to start off... "A lot happened between us, you're right," starts Ann "And you weren't around for it but.... damn sis! Calling my beloved Hardcore title a 'tin belt', disrespecting me from day one in the Magnificent Seven, The fact that he's always beaten me, and not to mention that he's the reason..." Mysteriously Ichiban trails off, leaving her sister leaning forward in her seat, waiting for the end. An end that doesn't come. A minute passes, and Allison is starting to feel her back twinge for staying in the awkward position. "...AND?" asks Allison. Sighing, Ann knows better than to hope her sister would let it go at that. "And..." says Ann, "He's the reason... that... *sigh* that Chris broke up with me alright?" Allison's eyes widen just a bit at this statement. "You mean Chris as in... Christine?" asks Allison. Ann sighs again. "No. Chris as in... Christopher. Christopher Wilson... look I don't need to explain myself to you but as it was... I was curious and he was nice to me at a time when shit was falling apart everywhere. You had just gone into the hospital, X Force Nine was giving me the shaft, and Chris was there." Allison sits in silence, simply listening to this new part of Ann's past she hadn't heard before. "Sure, he was a manipulative evil fuck, and we were horrible as a couple," says Ann silently, "But it should have ended on our own terms. But no, Tom powerplays himself into the lead job at the Magnificent Seven after Chris retires and no word from him ever again. I never got to break it clean, and I blame Tom. That was the first strike against Flesher, but it wasn't the last by a long shot so if you think I'm being petty just think again, woman!" Disregarding the pain, Ann takes a giant gulp of her steaming hot drink and sits in brooding silence. Allison shifts uncomfortably in her chair and takes a sip from her own coffee. "Well," says Allison, "I guess... this is a bad time to show you this then." Allison take a piece of paper out of her purse and hands it to her sister. Curious but still angry, Ann unfolds it, immediatly noticing the official logo of the SWF at the top of the sheet. The next card. Scanning down she finds her name... paired with Tom Flesher's. In a tag match. As a team. No... she thinks. "Look, sis," says Allison, "No matter what happened in the past, Everyone but you realizes that Flesher is a good guy now. You can't argue that fact. Now get ready 'cause if you're going to win you're going to have to be a team. And I'm going to help if it kills me!" Standing up, Allison finds her own sudden anger surprising, deciding to hit the magazine rack and find the latest Linux Journal Magazine to help pass the awkward moments to come. What the fuck, thinks Allison, grabbing the magazine from the shelf, along with an issue of 2600, Tom seems like a good enough guy... Why can't Ann just let go of the past? At the table, Ann sits and spews the metaphorical smoke from her ears. She just doesn't get it thinks Ann, Tom, regardless of allegiance, is just in it for himself. And whatever you're thinking sis, you're just getting sucked into whatever trap that ass has set for me... FIN. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Toxxic 0 Report post Posted April 9, 2004 Hey-hey! Do I detect a hint of sibling tension here? Nice switcharound of perspective too, what with Scott and then the Onita twins and all. I like. Should add an extra element to your tag match as well. But let's face it, Allison BLATANTLY digs Flesher. And if challenged on it, will probably cite Annie's shagging of Wilson as justification. EVIL-JAP-FOREIGNER-SISTER-HEEL-TURN~! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
janusd 0 Report post Posted April 10, 2004 Ooooo, tension between the Onita sisters. Ann hates the Taamo, Allison digs the Taamo. Should be interesting to see how this affects the tag match, and the working relationship between Tom/Annie/Allison. Who'll hate who by the time the show's done? *Dramatic Chord* *disclaimer. This comment was made solely to save my penis from genital mutilation* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Beingz0wningj00 Report post Posted April 10, 2004 Drama!! Annie is one mean bitch... *gets ideas* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Angel_Grace_Blue 0 Report post Posted April 12, 2004 Granted that I don't know much about Allison or whatnot, but I must say this... FLIP V2!! And such. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Rawknight 0 Report post Posted April 12, 2004 I wanna COFFEE. Is that too hard to understand? I don't want a moccacino choccacino alpacino whatever flavoured coffee I WANNA COFFEE FLAVOURED COFFEE Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Beingz0wningj00 Report post Posted April 12, 2004 Heh heh... I know Allison. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
