Sunday September 19, 2010
The RV- Main Cabin
Oak Park, Illinois
11:27 PM Local Time
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“Tuesday night.”
“One way or another, it’s all going to end.”
[Even though it’s not even an hour later, we fade into a much different scene than we did for Terrence’s promo. The RV’s lights have been dimmed to the point where only a small, slender feminine silhouette can be seen sitting on the hide-a-bed. Of course, even in the dimmed light, one can easily tell its Wendy Briese by the ever-present ponytail, and the rigid sitting position]
“For the past three months, Brian Hollywood and his buddies have done everything in their power to destroy what is good about Pro Wrestling X. Brian has shamelessly promoted himself over other, more deserving challengers. Anybody not agreeing with the Cartel way- which is pretty much anyone with a lick of sense, has been stalked, and jumped and pummeled.”
[Wendy’s voice is a mixture of anger, frustration, and sorrow as she recounts the last several months of her career. All the while, the silhouette doesn’t move.]
“So one match. One match to decide the fate of our company. And at the end of the day, either Brian Hollywood, or John Parker Olesen, will control PWX, for better or for worse.”
“But this match...”
[The Wendy-silhouette shakes her head]
“Anyone who knows me knows that I detest deathmatches. They’re nothing more than an exercise in brute sadism. This isn’t an athletic contest between two highly trained individuals, This isn’t even wrestling. All deathmatches are are ways for men and women with little talent- and even less common sense, to needlessly destroy themselves in some misguided attempt to gain acceptance from other men and women with little talent and common sense.”
[Pause]
“Funnily enough, that’s the exact same thing this whole ‘emo’ movement appears to be about.”
[One short, almost harsh laugh from Wendy at her attempt at a joke, but then silence fills the RV again.]
“But if the fate of PWX is to be decided inside the trappings of a steel cage, amidst shattered glass and coiled barbed wire, then I will enter that cage willingly.”
[Wendy’s voice picks up in determination, and one can imagine that if her eyes were more visible, they would be boring into the camera right now.]
“The entire time I’ve been here, I’ve tried to do things my way. I’ve believed that if you had a problem with someone, you take it up with them in the ring. The problem was, every time we tried to settle our differences the proper way, the result wasn’t to the Cartel’s liking. So they’ve resorted to cheap attacks, backstabbing, and gang beatdowns. Its fairly disheartening when every big win you’ve gotten is accompanied by three to five people running out and attacking you, just for the crime of being the better wrestler.”
[A long pause, as Wendy looks down at the floor for several seconds. Finally, her silhouette looks back up at the camera.]
“This time, my way didn’t work, so now we have to settle things the Cartel’s way. Instead of simple competition, we have to settle it in a match so brutal, so violent, that careers and lives could be ended in an instant on Tuesday night.”
[Small sigh]
“This saddens me. To save the PWX, my team and I have to become like the very people who are trying to damn it. I doubt that Victor Jace finds this a problem. I don’t know about Zion or Wright, although Zion willingly competed in the King of the Death Match. But me, I’m disgusted by it all.”
“If I had my way, there would be only one casualty from this match. The source of all this trouble can be traced back to one person.”
[Pause]
“Brian Hollywood.”
[The name is said with about as much hatred as Wendy can muster]
“From the day I’ve arrived in PWX, Brian Hollywood has been nothing but a disgrace to this company. He was a disgrace as its champion. He was a disgrace as a roster member. And he was a disgrace as an owner and president.”
“Obviously, I don’t approve of Pariah’s, Ojeda’s and Willett’s actions, but Brian Hollywood is the glue that holds the Cartel together. He is the head of a poisonous snake that lies in the grass, threatening the safety and well being of all nearby.”
[Another long pause, as Wendy considers her words and actions]
“The best way to kill that snake is to bring a heavy object, such as a garden hoe, right behind its head, decapitating it. The snake must die, so that those around it may be safe. The moment all eight of us are in that ring, all we need to do is bring that hoe down. And if it falls upon me to be the one to slay the serpent...”
[A sharp intake of breath]
“Then so be it.”
[Wendy exhales, and what little scene we have fades out.]
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