Friday September 10, 2010
The Nest- Deck
Indianapolis, Indiana
9:25 PM Local Time
Wendy Briese sighed as she looked up at the sapphire sky, smiling as the few first faint white dots of stars began to appear in the heavens. Taking a sip of her lemonade, she leaned back in her lawn chair, a contented smile on her face.
There weren’t going to be too many more evenings like this one, she figured. With the equinox just a couple weeks away, and the leaves already beginning to change from green into a myriad symphony of explosive hues, Wendy knew that summer was just about over, the sweltering midwestern heat preparing to give way to the soggy, dreary cloud-filled days of October and November, and finally, the blustery winter.
She could only hope that this year’s snowfall wasn’t anywhere near as bad as last year’s was.
Taking another glance up at the sky, and noticing a few more white dots, Wendy looked over at her husband, who seemed to find the new game he had downloaded for his cellphone much more interesting than one of the last balmy evenings of the year.
“You’re still playing that stupid game?” she reprimanded, rolling her eyes in exasperation.
Terrence snorted, shooting a sidelong glance at her. “It’s not stupid,” he informed her in a matter-of-fact tone. “Fruit Ninja is a game designed to test your reflexes, speed, and control. As a professional wrestler, all three are vital requirements. I consider it training.”
Wendy shook her head, not entirely sure if she should be annoyed or amused. “You’re missing a beautiful evening.”
Terrence paused his game for just a second, and raised his eyes up to the sky. For a second, he, like his wife, seemed enchanted by the darkening heavens, but just as quickly that moment passed. With a shrug and a “hunh”, her husband turned back to his game.
Sighing, Wendy decided to change her focus to her OTHER companion on the back deck this evening. “Anything yet?”
The light of the laptop computer in front of him illuminated Daniel Pollaski’s pudgy face as he frowned, shaking his head. “Nothing yet, although it should be any minute.”
Wendy nodded, unconsciously biting at one of her nails as she did. This would be just her second show in the CWC, and after the performance she had turned in her first contest, when she had defeated Jared Black and Bob Pooler in a three-way match, she was hoping some opportunities would open before her when the new lineup was announced.
“Don’t get too excited,” her manager warned, casting a sidelong glance at her. “I doubt they’ll be tossing you a title shot in just your second match. My money is that they stick you up against Alexia. She’s almost a natural rival for you.”
Wendy nodded, frowning at the thought of the VWF superstar. She hadn’t seen too much of the blonde bombshell, but from what she had seen, she was torn between admiration for Alexia’s considerable talents, but she also didn’t care for Alexia’s cocky, manipulative ways. “It would be a good match,” she finally said.
Pollaski nodded absently, as he pressed the refresh button on his laptop’s FireFox browser for perhaps the hundredth time in the past hour. Suddenly, his face brightened. “Ah, here it is!’
Wendy bolted upright, fully at attention as she looked at her manager. Even Terrence paused his game to pay attention as Pollaski quickly scanned the lineup, looking for Wendy’s name. Suddenly, he grinned, licking his lips to moisten them. “Okay, Match four...” his face suddenly fell. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Wendy did not like the expression on her manager’s face. “What is it? Who am I facing?”
“The team of AC Thunder, Brandon Watkins, and Lilly Rose, all from Simcoe County,” Pollaski said, forgetting in his disappointment to say “Simqueer County,” his favorite derogatory name for SCCW.
“A three on one handicapped match?” Wendy asked, incredulous.
“Might as well be,” Pollaski muttered. “You’re teaming with Zion and Hollywood.”
“Oooooh,” Terrence winced. With the aura of one consoling a grieving friend at a funeral, he reached out and grabbed his wife’s hand, patting it gently.
Wendy, for her part, continued to stare at her manager, a half-smile of disbelief frozen on her face. Finally she laughed weakly. “Well, I am always looking for a challenge,” she said with joviality she certainly did not feel. While Wendy had no major issue with Darin Zion, and found him likable enough, she had spent the last four months at odds with Brian Hollywood, ever since he hit her with a chair to get out of losing a match to her. She had been one of the fiercest opponents of Hollywood assuming control over the PWX, and it had been her who had begged the former owner, JPO, to return to reclaim his company. Throw in the fact that Hollywood and Zion had hated each other for even longer than she had even been in PWX, and it was a most volatile situation.
In short, she was in for a long night.
Still, she tried to remain optimistic. “At least it’s AFTER the Civil War,” she said brightly. “So this whole messy power struggle will be behind us by the time the show rolls around.”
“So five days after nearly killing each other in a Seventh Circle DEATH MATCH, you’re going to kiss, make up, and tag together?” Pollaski asked, sarcasm dripping from every syllable.
Wendy looked away, knowing full well that her manager was right. Wendy detested deathmatches, finding them an abomination to the sport she loved, but she had found this match just too important to sit out. Unfortunately- she was beginning to realize that winning this match might not solve all her problems after all.
“Well,” she said, trying to be hopeful. “Maybe the Seventh Circle won’t be so bad.”
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Thursday September 23, 2010
The RV- Cockpit
Interstate 70 near Oakley, Kansas
2:19 PM Local Time.
[Yeah, needless to say, the Seventh Circle Deathmatch ended up being everything as advertised. And then some.]
[Seriously, check it out. One of the best matches ever.]
[Although it probably didn’t do much to mend the bad feelings Wendy and Brian Hollywood have had for each other, considering that Brian Hollywood and two of his buddies held Wendy down, humiliatingly kissed her, then superkicked her through a plate glass window.]
[Let’s just say Wendy went slightly crazy after that.]
[Anyways, the scene opens in the cockpit WhirlyBirdz RV, which is speeding across the country en route to Nevada for the next CWC show. Normally the camera mounted on the dashboard is aimed at Terrence, so the “Twister”, as he’s so called, can cut his promos while he’s driving the Newmar King Aire that the Thompson family owns. However, today the camera is focused on Wendy, who sits in the passenger seat. The young flame-haired woman is dressed as conservatively as normal, although she’s sitting a much less rigid than she normally does in her promos. In fact, there’s almost a nervous quality about her as she grins at the camera.]
Wendy: “I can’t say enough what a wonderful time I had at my first CWC show last month. Facing two talented individuals like Jared Black and Bob Pooler was truly a unique and challenging experience, and I feel so fortunate that I was able to gain a victory in that match.”
[Wendy smiles warmly, although there is still an edginess about her.]
Wendy: “So I’m more than happy to once again return to the desert of Nevada. This time, however, I have the honor of representing the PWX in a battle against three of the finest wrestler’s Simcoe County has to offer, Lilly Rose, AC Thunder, and Brandon Watkins.”
[Wendy grins in excitement.]
Wendy: “This will certainly be an interesting challenge for me. I can tell that the SCCW is sending some of their top stars to represent them in this match. I know that AC Thunder is their Legacy Champion, which he won so quickly after defecting from Sin City Wrestling. And he and Brandon Watkins are hoping for a chance at the CWC Tag Titles. They certainly have a chance to stake a claim- if they can beat the former ‘Hollywood Boyz,’ as well as one half of the WhirlyBirdz- they’ll sure cement themselves as legitimate contenders. And AC Thunder DOES bear a striking resemblance to Terrence...”
Twister: “The hell he does...”
[Terrence mutters that in a voice that suggests this isn’t the first time Wendy’s raised the point, and that the first time wasn’t amusing either. Wendy shoots a sheepish grin at her husband, then turns forward back to the camera.]
Wendy: “But the one I’m really excited about facing is Lilly Rose. From what I’ve seen, Lilly seems an honorable person- she wants to win the right way. I saw that she wasn’t satisfied with her disqualification victory over Steele a couple of weeks ago, although it is rather unfortunate that the same thing happened to her the next week.”
[Wendy shakes her head in annoyance. She’s been a patsy for a chairshot DQ before too, and she finds it one of the worst experiences in the world.]
Wendy: “Three opponents, all looking to prove themselves, and their home federation, as superior. A truly formidable challenge, made all the more so by the fact that... well... I’m hardly among friends on my own team.”
[Wendy sighs, a forlorn look coming over her face, as she pauses for just a second to look out the window at the passing scenery.]
Wendy: “The wounds that the Civil War caused will be a long time in healing, both physically and mentally. To win that match, I had to resort to some tactics I’m hardly proud of, not the least of which was me hitting Brian Hollywood with a sledgehammer two or three times.”
Twister: “Actually, seven.”
[Her face blushing crimson with embarrassment, Wendy shoots her husband a dark glare. Terrence, for his part, grins back. Wendy might not be proud of herself, but to Terrence, that was the greatest thing he had ever seen his wife do. Realizing she’s going to get no help from her husband, Wendy, now slightly flustered, turns back to the camera.]
Wendy: “And now Darin, who was perfectly happy to stand by my side five days ago in that hellish cage, has already complained about teaming with me, due to my lack of CWC credentials. What does he think I’m trying to establish here?”
[For just a second, Wendy’s emerald eyes burn with anger, but she forces herself to calm down with a deep breath, and again taking a few seconds to look out the window. After all, if she’s going to be the voice of reason here, she better act like it.]
Wendy: “Darin, Brian, I know we have issues amongst ourselves, but we need to get on the same page, and quick. We’re not fighting for just us, we’re fighting for the honor and reputation of the PWX. and Team SCCW is going to eat us ALIVE if we walk into that ring fighting amongst each other. For twenty to thirty minutes, however long it takes, we can band together, and we can show Rose, Thunder, Watkins, and the world that the PWX is THE best company in the entire Council. Saturday night, nothing is more important than winning that match, and everything else can wait.”
[For the first time all promo, Wendy shows the steely determination that has won her many a victory (and admirer) over the years. She holds up her hands separately, as she stares into the camera.]
Wendy: “Because we have two choices, gentlemen. We can either be divided in our defeat.”
[Wendy brings her hands together, clasping her fingers together, and a small smile curls her lips.]
Wendy: “Or we can be united in victory.”
[Fade]
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