Tuesday September 21, 2010
Sears Center- Backstage Hallway
Chicago, Illinois
11:38 PM Local Time
Terrence Thompson slowly walked through the hallways, grimacing as his sore body groaned in protest with each step he took. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this sore. He felt like putting ice packs over every inch of his body and diving into the Arctic Ocean.
A quick glance at the belt slung over his right shoulder reminded him that everything had been worth it. The PWX Grand Prix Championship was finally his. although Jeremiah sure as hell hadn’t given it up without a fight. He had to give Jeremiah credit- the Demon Knight was certainly better and more vicious than he was the first time they had faced. This victory- and this belt- had been well earned.
But now, all he wanted to do, was go back to his locker room, change into his street clothes, go back to the RV, and sleep for a week. It’s funny- that was the same way he had felt after his loss to Wright as well, only this time, he knew he was going to sleep very, very well.
“TERRY!”
A jubilant shriek startled him as he rounded the corner, and he looked up and saw his wife sprinting at him, her red hair bobbing lightly behind her. Considering what a bloody mess she had been at the conclusion of the Seventh Circle match, Wendy looked good. She had changed from her ring gear into a navy blue denim skirt, and a white blouse. A large bandaid covered the cut on her forehead, and there was a definite stiffness about the way she ran, but other than that, she seemed no worse for the wear.
Then she was upon him, leaping at him and wrapping her arms around him tightly. Terrence staggered from her momentum, but he returned his wife’s embrace, pulling her in even tighter as her lips mashed into his. For several seconds, they held each other in an embrace, before Wendy finally stepped away.
“You did it, Terry!” Wendy beamed, gesturing to the title slung over his shoulder. “Congratulations!”
Terrence smiled at his wife, and nodded in return. “And to you,” he said. “You were amazing out there.”
Wendy looked away for just a second, her emerald eyes blinking rapidly. Finally she turned back to her husband. “I don’t think I’d ever been more scared in my life,” she whispered. “When Darin went into that C4... I honestly thought they were going to try and kill every last one of us.”
Terrence reached out, and pulled her back in to him, stroking her hair as he did. “I knew you’d pull through. You’re a tougher woman than you give yourself credit for.”
“And it’s over.” Wendy said, breaking a way for a second time. “Jason now controls the company, you’re the champion... tonight couldn’t have ended any better!”
“DADDY!”
Terrence turned to the sound of the newcomer’s voice, and smiled as he saw Theresa running as fast down the hallway as her legs could carry her. Despite how stiff he was feeling (and Wendy’s leap into his arms hadn’t done him any favors), Terrence bent down, and scooped the girl up as she approached.
“You WON!” Theresa shrilled as Terrence picked her up and tossed her lightly into the air, catching her easily.
“Of course I did,” Terrence said, bouncing his daughter lightly in his arms, causing her to giggle. “Who dat think they’re better than the Twister?”
“WHO DAT!” Theresa shrieked in response, so loudly that Wendy cringed and covered her ears.
His daughter was proving to be too much for his aching muscles, so Terrence set her down, trying to hide his wince as he did. Theresa, still wound up from hearing the news that her father had won, was dancing around in a circle. Terrence looked over at Wendy, and smiled. “It’s going to be tough to get her to sleep tonight, isn’t it?”
“I think all of us are too excited to sleep right now. But maybe we’d all sleep a lot better if we went for-” Wendy paused, looking at her daughter, then whispered in Terrence’s ear.
“Yeah, Ice Cream sounds good.” Terrence immediately replied without thinking.
“IIIIIIIICE CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!!!!!!!!” Theresa screamed, and began running down the hall, flapping her arms like they were wings. “IIIIIIIIIIIICEEEEEEEEEEEEE CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMM!”
Terrence winced, and looked over at Wendy, who had facepalmed something fierce. “Oops.”
“That’s why I whispered.” Wendy said in resignation. “At least all this screaming will help wear her out.”
“Ah well,” Terrence said, stretching his muscles, and groaning as he did so. “Let’s go get us some ice cream.”
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Saturday, September 25, 2010
WhirlyBirdz RV- Cockpit
US 93 Near Ely, Nevada
3:31 PM Local Time
[Well, its another busy weekend for the Birdz. After all, they’re once again back in Nevada for Wendy to represent the PWX at the CWC show. Then down to Hollywood for Catholic Panda Wrestling, and the beeline back to Indianapolis, where they’ll get a few short hours at home before its back to Crown Point for Adrenaline 47.]
[It’s a good thing Terrence loves to drive, eh?]
[So we open our scene in the Birdz RV, cruising towards the CWC show, this time from the North. Terrence sits alone at the cockpit, as Wendy has joined Pollaski, Cassie, and Theresa in the back for a game of Monopoly Junior (Pollaski owns both Blue properties- the game’s just a formality now). Terrence doesn’t seem to mind the solitude, however. Just him and the road, baby.]
“And there you have it.”
[The Mechanical Mayhem breaks into a huge grin]
“Jeremiah should pat himself on the back- he put up one mother of a fight. But it doesn’t matter if he’s a vampire, a werewolf, a ghost, or Satan him fucking self- the fact of the matter is, if I want something, I get it.”
[Pause]
“At least on the second try.”
[Terrence grins at the self-deprecation.]
“So now, one week after my crowning achievement in the PWX, I face James Silkk?”
[Eyebrow arch]
“Okay, so I get it, my original opponent, Camilla Pazzini, had a previous obligation to honor, and I wish her luck in all of that... but seriously? JAMES SILKK?”
[Annoyed headshake]
“Ah well, I guess it’s like College Football. After you face Ohio State, you go and face Eastern Michigan to recover while getting an easy win, right?”
[Terrence slightly lowers his voice at that. Given that Wendy’s beloved Irish just got curb-stomped by Stanford, college football’s kind of a sensitive subject right now]
“Its almost full circle. My very first match, I faced James Silkk in a tag match. And now, my very first match after becoming the #1 guy in PWX- I face James Silkk.”
[Smirk]
“Of course, I’ve gone and beaten every single major person in this fed, while Silkk got a whopping two points in the King of the Death Match.”
[Shrug]
“Yeah, hang on to your seats, kids. I’m shooting for two minutes. Anything longer, and I’m gonna be pretty damned disappointed in myself.”
[Smirk, and fade]
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