The Surprise Plot (XCrown RP for NOC, #3/9)

[The Anomoly]

..:: JULY 7TH, 2018 ::..

We open on seconds after the GUNS show ends, where a group of 5 men and one women are standing outside of a gazebo. A few of the men are chatting it up, breaking the ice between them. One man, donned in a mask, stands away from the crowd, adjusting the wrist buttons on his shirt sleeves. He turns around, and by now we all know who this masked hooligan is. Why, it’s Anomoly! And he looks none to pleased to be wasting his time here in Atlanta, Georgia. He shouldn’t be doing press conferences for a match of such high caliber, especially one where he won’t even talk!

Anomoly eyes the 5 opponents present, and notices the “legendary” Mongo the Destroyer and Bonnie Jenkins walking out of the limo. Mongo occasionally throws a disgusted look over his shoulder towards Venom’s gym, before walking out onto the gazebo, smiling at the media twats in attendance. As he drones on and on about Night of Champions 9 and the X*Crown Championship, and its history and lore, Anomoly grew to despise this man. This selfish, egotistical prick who tossed money about and didn’t give half a damn what would come of it. Yeah, he’s thinking distasteful things about Mongo, who doesn’t?

The other X*Crown competitors begin to line up, ready for the roll call portion of this event. Anomoly takes his place at the very end, behind Steele. One by one, they’re all called in. Anomoly, being the last, hops a few times in place and pops a mint in his mouth, before coming through the curtains and making his way to his spot. He smirks, looking around at the others and locks eyes with Jack Diamond for a moment. He dusts his shoulder off, which is caught by a few other X*Crown competitors, and they all glare at him. He smiles, though, loving the heat coming from his future victims. Not so much the heat in this shithole of Atlanta.

Mongo mentions something, bullshit bullshit GUNS bullshit competitor, and as if on cue, the GUNS, flanked by a giant of a man, step into the center of attention. This behemoth walks right up to Mongo and sucker punches the shit out of him, bringing out gasps from the bystanders. Anomoly stifles some laughter.

Anomoly: Well, looks like some REAL competition has shown up! No more under-6 foot 220 pound chumps, there’s a giant to cut down.

Mueller hands Mongo a paper, and he goes to announce the 8th entrant, some “Dongo” or “Trombongo” fella, stupid sounding name. Mueller banters with him for a moment, and everyone looks to the sky, where a helicopter is descending and nobody can believe their eyes! It’s… it’s…. Steve Awesome, some hollywood pimp who once wrestled, might’ve been important here or there. Regardless, Mongo’s upset he gave Mueller authority some time ago so Mueller signed off on that. Mongo motions behind him, where a projection screen pops up and begins to play the Night of Champions 9 commercial again, as if that shit hasn’t been overplayed enough. That was the cue for the entrants to leave. They all left in the order they came in, and as they all leave, Anomoly looks over towards Jack, who’s still staring holes into him. Anomoly winks, and brushes dirt off his other shoulder, before walking to his car and climbing in, driving off to a local airport to meet up with Evelyn and Olivia in Minnesota.

..:: MEANWHILE, THOUSANDS OF MILES AWAY ::..

We see the inside of a Minnesotan hotel room, all posh and fancy, and cold as hell too(thanks to an air conditioner being left on all day). Although the coolness will be favorable to the hellacious outside conditions. A jiggle sound is heard, and the camera pans to the door, where the knob is being turned. The door flies open, and Evelyn and Olivia step in, breathing sighs of relief as the cool air soaks them and drags them in further. Behind them are two comically large suitcases, because all women overpack for small trips.

BA DUM TSS!

Evelyn sits on the bed, a little awkwardly from the sizable bump now radiating from her stomach region. It’s been a few days since she discovered her pregnancy, and no one knew about it yet. She planned on keeping that secret from Anomoly until after his X*Crown match, that way regardless if he won or lost he’d have a nice surprise to look forward to. Perhaps, after all this, maybe they could restore some order, and perhaps settle down as a real family…

Olivia sits on the opposite bed, laying back and enjoying the comfort and luxury of this hotel. It wasn’t much they asked for, but they, the hotel, over delivered. This was as close to paradise as they could get. And they loved it so. They both lay on their beds, enjoying the comfort and quietness of the area for a moment, before it’s broken by a single question.

Olivia: So how long have you been pregnant?

Evelyn looks over with surprise, unsure of how the hell her daughter even figured it out. Evelyn can barely stutter out a response.

Evelyn: H-how did you kn-know?

Olivia smirks, confident that she has her mother right in her grip(figuratively).

Olivia: Well. at first I wasn’t sure if you were putting on some weight, but I did hear lots of moaning and groaning a few weeks back. And the pregnancy test you’d left in the trash, not even hidden by the way, was the icing on the cake. You’re pregnant, mom!

Evelyn avoids eye contact, as her daughter gleefully grins and smart assedly sits there, waiting for her mother to come out. The cat was out of the bag now, and she hated it. She turned towards her firstborn, and looked her in the eyes as Olivia smirked.

Evelyn: Fine, you got me. And you’re damn good. Yeah, your father knocked me up, so what?

Olivia jumps with joy and excitement, before running and hugging her mother.

Evelyn: Careful, dear.

Olivia: Oh, I’m sorry I’m sorry. I’m just so excited! I’m gonna have a baby sibling! So, how long?

Evelyn: About a few weeks along. Father must've slipped off the rubber, or poked a hole in it. Or the dumbass probably didn't put one on, AGAIN! Regardless, I wasn't 100 percent sure until a few days ago, when he annouced our travel plans for these next few weeks.

Olivia laughs, and sits beside her mother.

Olivia: So, does he know?

Evelyn: Who?

Olivia: Dad.

Evelyn: Oh no, god no! I'm gonna surprise him at Night of Champions, regardless if he wins the X*Crown or not. That way, we all go home happy one way or another.

Olivia jumps around some more, and then there’s a sharp knock on the door. They both fall silent, and walk to the door. Evelyn opens it, to find a black suited government stooge looking fool. He holds up a badge, and begins to speak.

Agent: Are you Olivia and Evelyn [REDACTED], daughter and love interest of [REDACTED] “Anomoly" [REDACTED]?

Evelyn, a little weary of strange men entering her living quarters, slowly draws a knife that really shouldn’t have made it through customs. It’s fucking huge! She holds the knife behind her back and stares right into the black shades of this mysterious man.

Evelyn: Yeah, we are… what’s it to you?

The hulking agent pulls two rags from his pockets and smothers them over Evelyn’s and Olivia’s faces. They both struggle, but the power of the agent is too much for them to handle. They pass out within seconds. They’re both placed in body bags and carried out of the hotel to a black van idling outside. The van drives off after a quick fade to black.

To be continued?






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