JUNE 26, 2010
THE NEST- LIVING ROOM
INDIANAPOLIS, INDIANA
2:48 PM LOCAL TIME
"Are you okay hon?" Wendy asked in concern, looking at her husband.
Terrence Thompson nodded, although the disdainful expression on his face suggested otherwise. In fact, Terrence was staring at the 48" plasma television that hung on the wall in the Thompson family living room in an expression that normally the Mechanical Mayhem reserved for compact hybrid cars. The disdain could be explained by the World Cup soccer match currently being played out on the screen before him, as white-clad Americans and red-clad Ghanians kicked a ball around back and forth.
"Why is this... THING on my television?" Terrence finally demanded, looking over at his wife with an expression of disgust. Obviously, Wendy, like dozens of other Americans across the country, had caught World Cup fever, and she had decided to devote her Saturday afternoon to watching the latest American match. Even worse, his daughter was being subjected to this dreck as well, as Theresa had nestled into his wife's side, drinking a Capri Sun while she too was absorbed by the image of twenty-two sissies kicking a ball around.
"Terrence," Wendy said irritably, ignoring her husband's exasperated question, "Either sit down or move. You're blocking the game."
Terrence glared at his wife. That was HIS line, delivered in the exact same tone during Colts games on Sunday's in autumn. He did NOT like that being turned around on him.
"Yeah, dude," a male voice piped up from the recliner at the other end of the room. "Sit down and stay a while. It's actually a good match."
"Eh tu, Brute?" Terrence muttered as he regarded his manager, but he retreated to the sofa, and sat down on the other end of the couch. Theresa left her mothers side and scooted next to him, and he tousled her hair fondly. "So," he asked blandly. "Who's winning?"
"Ghana," Pollaski said. "One-nothin'"
Terrence snorted. Obviously if some crappy third-world country was beating them, it wasn't an important sport. Lets see how these red-clad bitches would do against Peyton Manning and company! Hell, even the Detroit Lions would kick their ass. But, considering he was outnumbered, he resigned himself to sitting silently on the couch, eyeing the XBox 360 sitting below the television with envy, and wondering if there was anyway he could convince Pollaski to change his mind, and engage him in a rousing battle of Split/Second.
"Foul!" Wendy protested at the television angrily, and Terrence looked up, seeing a white clad man lying in agony on the ground.
"That should be a penalty..." Pollaski replied, shaking his head in disgust at the television. "Yup, there it is."
Terrence looked down, and noticed that his daughter had finished her Capri Sun, so he took the empty pouch from her, and set it on the end table. He again tousled Theresa's hair, and looked back at the televison, where another white-clad man was preparing to make a penalty kick.
"We should tie it up here," Pollaski said happily, leaning forward in anticipation.
The man kicked the ball, banking it into the goal off the post with a shot that even Terrence had to admit was impressive. Both Pollaski and Wendy cheered the tying score, but that was NOTHING compared to his daughter.
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!"
The little girl's high-pitched shriek inspired Chaunticleer, the Thompson family cat that had been taking a nap on the living room windowsil, to bolt awake and run out of the room with a yell. Terrence envied the feline, for as his daughter was sitting right next to him, he took the brunt of the scream right in his eardrums. Even Wendy, sitting a couple feet away on the other end of the couch, was forced to cover her ears.
The scream ended, and silence reigned over the living room. Although Terrence couldn't quite be certain, as the only sound he could hear was the ringing in his ears.
"Don't do that, Terr-Bear!" Wendy admonished, as she continued to wince in pain from the shriek.
"Danoo Powaski tawt me dat duwing the Ajeewa game!" Theresa declared triumphantly, horribly mispronouncing Algeria.
"I just bet he did," Wendy said, shooting her manager a look that left absolutely no doubt who was going to be her sparring partner during her next submission practice session.
For his part, Pollaski grinned meekly back at both irritated WhirlyBirdz. "Tattletale," he muttered through his clenched teeth.
"Right," Terrence said, feeling his hatred of this stupid game rising even more. "No screaming in the house, Theresa. Okay?"
"Okay!" Theresa said happily, then turned her attention back to the television, where play was starting to resume.
"Well, now that we're tied, we might just have a chance," Wendy said happily.
"A lot of time left though," Pollaski cautioned. "And Gahna's had some pretty good chances.
Terrence stared at the television and sighed. He was bored, but with his daughter now sitting on his lap he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Oh, well, when in Rome...
And he settled back, content for the time being, not in watching the game, but just being around the presence of his family and friends.
JUNE 27, 2010
INTERSTATE 65- THE RV
NEAR LAFAYETTE, INDIANA
8:42 PM LOCAL TIME
Twister- "Well, THAT was easy!"
[Obviously, Terrence wasn't talking about the United State's epic win over Ghana, because that didn't happen, much to Wendy and Pollaski's dismay. Terrence took the American's elimination from the World Cup in a much better mood, probably because it now means he won't have to hear about soccer for another four years. But back to the subject at hand. Terrence would be talking about his and Wendy's tag match at Adrenaline 36, their quick dismembering of Punch and Pie, and their earned tag title shot at the pay per view. Last week was a pretty good week for the WhirlyBirdz.]
[The scene is the WhirlyBirdz RV, which is making the beautiful twilight drive through the Indiana countryside en route to Valparaiso. Terrence sits alone up in the cockpit, driving, and talking into the dashboard mounted camera. In the background, the rest of the gang is held up, watching what appears to be Leap Year on the television. This pretty much gives the Twister some time to be alone, to think, and of course, to cut a wicked promo.]
[Or at least do the best he can]
Twister- "I suppose I shouldn't have expected any different, considering we got put in a match against two of the most worthless tag teams in history. But that's beside the point. The point is, the Thompson family is going to Kansas City, and we're gonna get ourselves some tag team gold. But first, back to Valparaiso one more time, for Adrenaline 37, and a tag match with Brian Hollywood and Darin Zion."
[Terrence rolls his eyes and scoffs.]
Twister- "Yeah, this is gonna be fun."
[Moreso than a barrel of sword-fighting monkeys]
Twister- "Look, I'm not exactly a forgiving guy, and I can hold a grudge as good as any other professional wrestler out there, but give me a break. We get it. You boys used to be friends, now you're not, and apparently that cute little light-saber sword fight you boys put on a couple month's ago didn't settle things. So on to Round 2 we go, the Bowery Death Match. I can tell you that I'll be riveted to my seat."
[There may be a faint hint of sarcasm in Terrence's words here.]
Twister- "Do either of you know what the Bowery is? It's a neighborhood in the southern part of New York, near Little Italy. It's a place that, unless I'm mistaken, neither of you have any ties to, so why the fuck are you doing this match? Because some goth freak in a now-bankrupt fed did it ten years ago? What's next, the triple-decker cage match? You might as well have called it the 'Wichita Trailer Park House of Fun Death Match', for all anyone cares. Either that, or we can all just watch more Parry Gripp videos, because God knows watching some idiot singing the same lyric over and over again HAS to be more entertaining than seeing you two climb into a cage and whack each other over the head with God knows what."
[Terrence chuckles helplessly, and shakes his head.]
Twister- "Well, maybe Wendy and I can manage to injure one or both of you during the course of tomorrow's match. Then your match gets cancelled, OUR match gets moved up to co-main event status, and the Birdz and Jeremiah send the fans at Kemper Arena home happy."
[Provided Jeremiah beats Jacob Wright, of course.]
Twister- "So is tomorrow's match even going to happen? Can you two children honestly co-exist long enough to face us, or are you just going to let yourselves be sitting ducks for the future PWX Tag Team Champions? Honestly, I don't care either way, because even if you two did try to get along, there's no way in hell that you're overcoming me and my wife."
"Darin Zion, I don't give a flying shit what's going on in your personal life, its obvious that you don't think enough of me and my wife to cut a proper promo for our match, and I just find that insulting. If your mind is elsewhere, you better ask for the week off, because the moment you step in that ring, my wife and I are going to BREAK you. Wendy and I have had our share of trials through our careers, but we're professional enough to focus long enough to do our jobs, and if you can't do that, get the fuck out of this business. As far as you go, Brian..."
[A slight pause, and Terrence shakes his head, laughing all the while]
Twister- "I'm actually not entirely sure what I'm going to do with you. On one hand, you've made the fatal mistake of pissing my wife off, and it's going to be entertaining to watch her dislocate every joint in your body with her submissions. But on the other hand, I'm not exactly happy with you either, and it would just be selfish of my wife to have all the fun. So I'm sure Wendy and I are going to have a small argument over who gets to do what, but rest-assured, by the time tomorrow's over, yoiu're going to realize that the chair-shot you pulled on my wife was the absolute dumbest thing you ever did."
[Small shrug]
Twister- "I suppose in the end it really makes no difference. Show up or don't. Play nice together or don't. Because Wendy and I are going to stand in that ring, and anyone who comes walking down is going to get their ass kicked. And then it's on to Kemper Arena...
[Terrence breaks into a huge grin.]
Twister- "And that's going to be where the REAL fun begins."
[Fade]
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