OCTOBER 14, 2002
HARTFORD CIVIC CENTER
HARTFORD CONNECTICUT
10:57 PM LOCAL TIME
Wendy Briese rocked backwards as the blow slammed into her, and almost had to pinwheel her arms to keep from falling back down. She absolutely could NOT afford to lose her balance here. She looked down at the man, perched on top of the cage like a gigantic vulture. He weighed almost twice what she did, but even so, if Michael Lennox knocked her off here, it would all be over.
Wendy fired back desperately with a couple shots of her own. Cursing herself for her stupidity. Ulfric had already left the cage, and now stood on the outside, the expression on his face a mixture of apprehension and triumph. On one hand, all Lennox needed to do was shove Wendy away, and touched the ground, and the pesky WhirlyBirdz would be defeated again. On the other hand, if Lennox could not escape, that left him alone in the cage with both Terrence and Wendy.
She could hear her finacee below, shouting encouragement to her. Lennox had almost made good on his escape, but she had been the faster climber by far, and had managed to catch him at the top of the cage. Even so, she was badly overmatched here. Brawls on top of steel cages were definitely not the strongest element of her game plan.
But three times now, the Dark Angels had left her and Terrence lying in a bloody heap in the middle of the ring, and she'd sooner go on a date with the Pharaohs of Rage before she'd let Ulfric and Michael Lennox get the better of HER again. But another couple of blows slammed into her, and she had to reach down, grasping her hand around the top bar of the cage to keep from falling twelve feet to the ring below. This only left her open for more barrages, and Michael was all to willing to oblige. Wendy felt her head reeling. She was going to fall... it was going to be over...
NO! On pure desperation, Wendy reached out, grabbing Lennox around the head. At that moment, her feet slipped and she was falling, but so was Lennox...
THUD!
Wendy would have screamed, but the impact knocked all the air from her lungs, so all she could do was gasp like a fish. Her body was racked with pain from the impact of the fall. But as she lay on her side, curled up in a ball, she glanced at Lennox and knew she had gotten the better of the fall. Lennox had spiked on his head, and lay unconscious, his breathing shallow. As Wendy stared at his body, she ccame to notice that the crowd was screaming over the impact.
Outside, Ulfric was climbing back up the cage, the Angel's momentum was gone, and he needed to save his brother. Terrence was standing over her, calmly waiting for the large black-and-blue haired man to return to the match. Wendy for her part, forced herself to move. Every nerve in her body screamed in protest as she shakily climbed to her feet. This match wasn't over, and she could hardly rest until it was. She moved to stand beside her husband, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lennox stirring.
Thinking quickly, Wendy left her husband. He could handle Ulfric by himself, but the last thing they could afford was Lennox getting back into this match. Wendy hooked Lennox's leg, and locked on an STF. Below her, she felt The Wolverine grunting from the pain of the submission hold, and he began to struggle, but she had the hold locked on. She looked up,and saw Terrence holding Archangel, Micheal Lennox's trademarked barbed-wire wrapped chair. Ulfric kicked it from his hand, however, and the two men began to brawl. She felt her position slip just a bit, as Lennox continued his struggles, and she bit her lip, struggling to keep the hold applied.
Terrence suddenly got the upper hand, and he grabbed Ulfric, leaping back, the Head On Collision slamming Ulfric face first into Archangel. The pro-Birdz crowd screamed, and Wendy felt her breath catch in her throat. The distraction caused her to slip, however, and she gulped.
Lennox was going to break free, but in time.
As Terrence covered Ulfric, and the ref went to count, Wendy struggled to keep what was left of the hold on, to keep Lennox from saving his brother. The ref was counting....
One...
With a grunt of pain, Lennox forced her hands from around his chin, and Wendy knew she had do do whatever she could to keep Lennox from breaking up that pin.
Two...
Wendy tried to reapply the hold, but Lennox merely threw her to the side, and Wendy rolled away. But Lennox hadn't the stregnth to get up, and he could only drag himself forward towards Terrence...
Three!!!!
Wendy closed her eyes as the bell rang. She supposed she should be jubilant, but right now, she was tired, and felt amazingly lucky to have survived. But she hadn't just survived- she and Terrence had just engaged the Dark Angels, two of the most brutal men in wrestling history, inside a steel cage, and they had WON.
She could feel Terrence's hands gently hauling her to her feet, and as her emerald green eyes looked into his brown ones, that jubilation began to come. She leapt into her boyfriends arms, and the two kissed, as the referee rolled into the ring, WWA World Tag Team Titles in hand, patiently waiting for the new champions to break apart before handing them the belts. The two took their prizes, and held them up triumphantly, the fans giving them a massive round of applause.
"Want me to propose again?" Terrence whispered in her ear as the cheers continued to rain down. The first time the two had won the world tag team championships, Terrence had proposed immediately after the match, and of course Wendy had accepted.
But now she only shook her head, smiling. "I think the first one took well enough," she replied, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, as the two continued to bask in the glory of their fans.
JUNE 18, 2002
BILL'S RV PARK & SCUBA ADVENTURE
VALPARAISO, INDIANA
5:10 PM LOCAL TIME
[The scene opens in the living room of The Nest. Terrence and Wendy are sitting on the couch, both looking at the camera. Wendy sits in her usual rigid puritanical position, while next to her, the Mechanical Mayhem seems a little more relaxed, leaning back on the couch and putting his arm around his wife.]
Wendy- "Eight years ago. It's been almost eight years since Terrence and I won a Tag Team Title. After Terrence and I lost the WWA Tag Titles to the Pharaoh's of Rage, we decided to focus on our singles careers for the time being. That time being became permanent, and save for a couple of matches here and there, and a few tournaments, we never really got back into the tag ranks."
[Small smile from Wendy]
Wendy- "Until now, that is. I think both Terrence and I will always regret that we never managed to get a third WWA Tag Title before the Alliance folded. But while that path may now be closed to us, the PWX Tag Team Titles, and the Kings Among Men, are there for the taking. But before we can get to the Kings, we have to get through Punch and Pie and the Brothers of the Will. Now, both of these formidable op-"
[Wendy is cut off as her husband bursts out laughing, and she turns to reguard him.]
Wendy- "You okay?"
Twister- "Yeah... I'm fine. It's just that... you know you're not fooling anyone, right?"
[There's a slight pause as Wendy looks at her husband, an expression of confusion on her face.]
Wendy- "What are you talking about?"
Twister- "Let me put it to you this way, hon. The only people on the planet that would EVER consider the Brothers of the Won't 'formidable' is Punch and Pie."
[Wendy remains unperterbed, however]
Wendy- "So maybe they don't have the best accolades of the PWX roster. Still, it would be foolishness to overlook them..."
[Terrence shrugs, grinning at his wife.]
Twister- "Why? I mean, at least then it MIGHT be a close match. We go out there, guns ablazing, and all four of our opponents are gonna be dead before we even get warmed up. I mean, how long did Uriah Thomas last when you faced him one on one?"
[Slight Pause]
Wendy- "Thirty-six seconds."
[Wendy says this as if she's half proud of whipping an opponent in under a minute, half-ashamed for denying the fans what would had surely been a five-star classic between her and Uriah had she not won so quickly]
Twister- "See? And Xander could hardly get a move in edgewise! Face it, hon. We're walking out of this match the winners, and there isn't a damn thing the Brother's of the Won't can do to stop us. As for Punch and Pie..."
[Very long pause.]
Twister- "I fucking hate clowns!"
[Wendy raises an eyebrow, and looks over at her husband. For his part, Terrence merely shrugs.]
Twister- "Well, I do."
[Rolling her eyes, Wendy turns back to the camera.]
Wendy- "While I obviously don't carry my husbands... flippant attitude, I do have to agree with him in that the WhirlyBirdz are the obvious favorites to be winning this match. We have more experience, we have more ability, and we have more drive. Like I said last week, while Xander Thomas is an annoying loudmouth, he and his brother do have some talent to them. But it's been a long time since Terrence and I have truly competed as a tag team, and we are looking forward to the opportunity."
[Slight pause]
Wendy- "But when Terrence and I are a team, there isn't a force in the world, from the Kings Among Men, to the Belmonts, to the Brothers of the Will, that can stop us. The bond Terry and I share, coupled with both of our natural abilities, makes us stronger and tougher than we are as individuals. And anyone who's faced us in singles competition knows that's saying something."
[Wendy gives a slight smile, while beside her, Terrence smirks and folds his arms over his chest, while Wendy wraps it up]
Wendy- "So best of luck to all our opponents, but this is our match to win, and win it we will. And at Do or Die, Terrence and I will bring tag team wrestling back to its roots. These gimmick matches and wild stipulations. They are not what the tag team division needs. What this division needs is a strong, athletic team that knows how to truly work as one. That team is us, and on Monday night, we will prove to you that once again, the WhirlyBirdz are the future of tag team wrestling."
[Wendy gives a small smile]
Wendy- "Watch, and you'll know I speak the truth."
[Fade out]
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