THE RIGHT FOOT
The broadcast picks up in the backstage area where Conor Fuse walks the hallway. Fuse sports a dark purple trench coat with various comic book characters printed on it. It looks like Conor just entered the arena and is headed towards his locker room. Once he arrives at a door, he looks at the nameplate and nods, as it reads ‘CONOR FUSE’. The former HOW World Champion pushes the door back…
And reveals none other than Vickie Hall on the other side, standing in the center of the room with her arms crossed. Flanked to her right is her Amazing Life Partner, Jonathan-Christopher Hall and to her left is Darin Zion.
Fuse seems perplexed. He walks out the locker room and looks at the nameplate once again. To his surprise, he was right, it still reads ‘CONOR FUSE’. Then the HOW superstar returns to the inside of the locker room and notices Vickie hasn’t vanished. Her expression hasn’t changed, either. In fact, all three of them are standing there stoically (even though it kind of looks like Jonathan-Christopher lacks confidence).
This time Conor backtracks out of the locker room, continuing to face the trio. He takes another peak at the nameplate. He tilts his head, as a sense of bewilderment crosses his face. Conor strokes his chin, like the 60s cartoon Batman GIF.
Fuse points at his locker room sign. Then he points inside the locker room, directly at Vickie.
He points at the sign and next at Vickie.
Sign, Vickie. Sign, Vickie. Sign-
Vickie Hall: STOP!
A looming silence hangs over the four of them until Vickie casually takes a step forward. Soon enough, she makes a b-line towards Conor.
When PRETTY PINK© is an arm length away from the gamer, she stops, raises her head… and smiles rather evilly.
She extends her arm.
Vickie Hall: Vickie Hall, nice to formally meet you.
Conor is tentative but he does eventually extend his arm and shake her hand in return.
Vickie Hall: Gosh golly, we got off on the wrong foot there, didn’t we?
It’s not often Conor feels like he isn’t the weirdest person in the room… until now. The HOW wrestler simply stands there and attempts to put a warm smile on his face.
Conor Fuse: Off on the wrong… foot?
Conor clearly has no recollection of interacting with the Hall’s before this specific incident but Vickie tilts her head back and giggles. She reaches out for Conor’s arm and snatches it, while playfully scolding Fuse with her free index finger.
Vickie Hall: Oh that whole news posting thing. On the PRIME website, silly. You were talking about Cancer Jiles – and then I took exception because, well, excuse my French but FUCK Cancer Jiles.
Vickie turns and points to Jonathan-Christopher.
Vickie Hall: My man already defeated Jiles like weeks ago.
She bats her eyes at Conor.
Vickie Hall: And now we’re off to the Universal Championship turmoil match! Such a dream!!
Vickie left out the small part of Jonathan-Christopher needing to defeat Ivan Stanislav first. Regardless, she powers through.
Vickie Hall: As for tonight, you may ask, “what are we doing here?”
Conor certainly looks like he wasn’t going to ask this question and he definitely doesn’t care. He just wants to spend time in his locker room, gearing up for his upcoming match, alone.
Vickie casually strolls back beside her man and his best friend.
Vickie Hall: We’re here to scout!
Again, Fuse doesn’t care.
Vickie Hall: Our hearts were broken when my boys were told they couldn’t defend the PRIME World Tag Team Championships anymore because there wasn’t a tag division. Here, in PWA, I’m told…
Her eyes narrow. Her voice lowers.
Vickie Hall: There IS a division!
Conor walks further into his locker room. He takes a seat on the bench and starts unpacking his duffle bag.
Conor Fuse: (deadpan) Great. (continuing to unpack) So why are you three in my locker room?
Vickie cackles harmlessly.
Vickie Hall: Because we got off on the wrong foot, you goof. The wrong foot, that’s all.
Conor glances up from his belongings and shrugs.
Conor Fuse: Okay, no worries. Consider us off on the right foot!… even though I’m a lefty and I use my left foot, lol.
Vickie takes a quick peak at Darin Zion with an embarrassing eye roll, as if saying “who the fuck talks like that?”, before bringing her attention back to Conor Fuse.
Vickie Hall: Amazing. Well, LEFT foot it is!
However, before the LOVE CONVOY leave Conor’s locker room, COMICON himself stops and winks at Darin Zion.
Conor Fuse: For the record, we were friends first.
Zion puffs out his chest and acts confident but is seemingly siding with Vickie and Jonathan-Christopher on this one.
Darin Zion: Yeah well, Jonathan-Christopher and I are going to win those tag belts at PWA-03.
Vickie sticks her head in the middle of it.
Vickie Hall: Jonathan-Christopher is Zion’s best friend, you see.
Fuse tries to suffer through the interaction. Knowing it’s mercilessly near the end, he just has to keep a straight face for another second or two longer.
Conor Fuse: Right. So, uh, good luck with the tag titles. Hope you guys win.
The LOVE CONVOY exits the locker room with Vickie providing a final comment.
Vickie Hall: Thanks, dear. Thanks so much.
PWA-02 goes to ringside.