Thursday September 2, 2010
The Nest
Indianapolis, Indiana
3:34 PM Local Time
“Hey Theresa.”
Daniel Pollaski smiled as he shut the front door of the Nest behind him, and saw the little four-year old girl sitting in the adjacent family room, enthralled in watching whatever they stuck on Nickelodeon these days. The little girl gave an excited wave to him, but didn’t move from her perch on the sofa, apparently finding whatever was on television much more interesting than a visit from her favorite wrestling manager in the whole wide world.
“Hey, Dan,” Wendy Briese smiled as she walked into the living room as well, curious to see what had caused her front door to open and shut. She turned towards her daughter and frowned. “Terr, you’ve been sitting on that couch for almost two hours now. That’s enough TV.”
“But it’s the Fairly Odd-Parents!” Theresa insisted, shaking her head in denial at Wendy’s orders, and Wendy grimaced, having the sense that she was going to have to get strict.
“Have you seen Terrence?” Pollaski asked, temporarily curtailing the reprimand that was coming little Theresa’s way.
Wendy nodded. “He’s upstairs,” she said. “NOW, Theresa,” she demanded, turning back to her daughter. “Or it’ll be no TV for a week.”
Pollaski turned up the stairs, listening with half-amusement as Theresa’s complaint about it being ‘not fair’ echoed behind him. He reached the top of the stairs. The sound of fingers typing away on a keyboard led him to the computer room, at the end of the hallway. The door was open, and he entered, to find Terrence hunched over the keyboard. frowning at the computer screen.
“Hey-a” Pollaski said brightly, causing Terrence to raise his head from the screen. Looking closer, Pollaski saw that Terrence had been watching his match with Stephen Greer from the last Defiance Episode. “Still pissed about Eppy 6, are we?” He asked, grimacing sympathetically.
Terrence shrugged. “It is what it is.” he muttered, which Pollaski immediately interpreted to mean ‘yes.’ With a grimace, he shut the YouTube window, then turned towards the obese manager. “What’s the good word?”
“New lineup,” Pollaski said without any preamble, “You’re facing Heidi.”
“Shit,” Terrence said, grimacing even more.
Pollaski chuckled, the tone a mixture of sympathy and mockery. “You’re afraid of a girl?” he teased.
Terrence shot Daniel a dark look. “Fuck that,” he snapped, then sighed. “Not sure how Wendy’s going to take this, though.”
“Take what?” a feminine voice asked, followed by a soft *WUMPH* as Wendy dropped the full laundry basket she had been carrying, and stepped into the computer room to join her husband and manager.
For a second, neither man responded, surprised at the redhead’s suden appearance. This immediately seemed to clue Wendy in that it wasn’t the best of news. She arched an eyebrow, and stared at her husband, folding her arms across her chest. “Take, what, Terry?” she repeated.
“I face Heidi next week,” Terrence said.
There was a short pause, Wendy standing motionless, the expression on her face inscrutable. Finally she nodded, barely stirring apart from that. “That’s.. good, Terry.” she began, almost mechanically. “She’s a former CAL World Champion. It’ll be a big win for you.”
Terrence nodded, his eyes never leaving his wife. He could feel the nine-hundred pound gorilla in the room, standing in the corner, gleefully taking in the awkward scene. He took a glance at Pollaski, then shrugged. “You know the Season One finale’s going to be brought up..”
Not a person in the room could forget the finale of the First Season of Defiance, when the WhirlyBirdz, after a five year absence, had returned to claim the WWA Tag Titles. After a furious battle involving no less than fourteen people, several double crosses, and a few other surprises, Wendy had found herself alone in the ring, facing down what would later come to be known as the HYDRA all by herself. Held down by the future stable, Stephen Greer had practically threatened to rape her in the ring. The humiliating experience she had endured had been made all the more bizarre when Heidi Christenson, joining in on the taunting of Greer, Lightning, and Andrews, brushed Wendy’s cheek lightly with her hand, volunteering for the honors.
“Actually, it already has,” Pollaski corrected, shrugging. “I believe the phrase ‘Caged Heat’ was used,” he finished, breaking into a grin.
Wendy’s emerald eyes flashed angrily, and she fixated Pollaski with the full death glare that she had become famous for over the years. For his part, Pollaski merely grinned wider, and shrugged helplessly
“What? It was kinda hot...” he admitted.
Terrence absently nodded in agreement, then stopped himself the moment he realized what he was doing. Unfortunately for him, the gesture wasn’t unnoticed by his wife, who turned a horrified expression upon him. Grinning weakly, he shrugged. “I mean, it WOULD have been had you been consenting to it.”
Off to his side, he heard Pollaski making a whistling sound, growing steadily lower in pitch, ending with the mimicry of an explosion. At the same time, he slowly drove his palm, fingers first, into the top of the desk, an imitation of a nose-diving plane.
No survivors.
“You do realize that was one of the most humiliating moments of my life, right?” Wendy demanded,
Terrence nodded. “And you realize that it being brought back up was pretty damned inevitable the moment we signed up for Defiance, right?”
“*I* didn’t sign up for Defiance,” Wendy snapped in reply. “*YOU* did.”
“And I recall you offering your full support when I did,” Terrence rebutted. “Were you lying?”
Wendy opened her mouth to respond, but no sound came out, although Terrence couldn’t quite tell if it was because he had actually just smashed his wife in an argument, or if she was just getting insanely pissed at him.
Probably both
“Here’s the thing hon,” Terrence said, cutting off another attempt by Wendy to respond. “You could have signed your name on that contract at any time in the past two months, walked into the Defiance ring, and demanded a match against Heidi. You haven’t done that. I know your reasons why, and they’re noble ones, but that was your decision. I didn’t ask for this match. Dane, or Goldman, or whoever the fuck is running things right now made it. Don’t blame me because I’m facing her, and you’re not.”
Wendy’s expression softened slightly, but not completely. She did however, take a step back, which did, to Terrence’s relief, move her out of the optimal range from which to smack him. Nevertheless, he wasn’t done.
“Beside’s this match isn’t going to be about that anyways.”
“It’s not?” Both Pollaski and Wendy said, almost surprised.
“Nope,” Terrence said. “Last I checked, you’re a damn good wrestler yourself. You don’t need me to avenge you against Greer, Heidi, Mandrake, or fucking anyone, and you’d take it as an insult if I even tried. If you want a crack at them, Pollaski’s got another copy of that contract sitting back at his appartment. This match is going to be about ME, and making MY way up that ladder.”
Terrence abruptly stood up, and headed for the door, brushing by his still-stunned wife. “The real reason this is so hard on you, is because you hate standing on the sidelines. I told you a month ago that you had a choice to make, hon. It’s still there.”
With that, Terrence kissed his wife on the cheek, and left the room, the soft thud of him bounding down the stairs heard in the background.
Alone in the room with her manager, Wendy sighed, and turned to Dan. “She touched my cheek. Why would you even think that was hot?”
“That in itself wasn’t so hot,” Pollaski confessed, with a shrug. “It was more the implications of what it meant. Y’know...”
“I get it,” Wendy said quickly, turning on her heel, and walking out of the room.
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“Ronnie Long”
[Downstairs we go, later that evening, in the living room. Terrence Thompson’s on the couch, the camera mounted a few feet away on a tripod. Terrence sits relaxed, although there is a definite aura of annoyance about him...]
“You’re just determined to piss off the entire world, aren’t you?”
[Eyebrow arch]
“See, Ronnie. I can emphasize with how you’ve felt. Six months ago, you were betrayed by your best friend. You’ve dealt with quite a bit of shit since then, from winning the WWA World title back in May, only to lose it all, and the alliance itself in June. You’re an angry man, Ronnie, and you have every right to be.”
[Shrug]
“But whatever you do to the Hydra, or anyone else in this roster, do it on your own time. See, that match, last week, that was a match that was a long time in coming. That was a match that had been over five years in the making. And just when I was ready to stun Greer with another Sparkstarter to his jaw, you ran in and mucked it all up.”
[Terrence sits up a little straighter, and criks his neck just a second. His hands, one resting on the couch’s armrest, the other in his lap, both clench involuntarily.]
“Your business is your business, Ronnie, and however you choose to deal with it, well, it ain’t my place to say. But at Episode 6, you got involved in my business. And that doesn’t sit well with me.”
[Pause]
“At all.”
[Another shrug.]
“If you want to take out the Hydra, more power to you. Leave Greer lying in a puddle of blood, smash Andrew’s face in. Fuck, even castrate Bronson Box for all I care. But don’t do it during my matches, and don’t get me disqualified. I understand you’re running high on emotion, and I’m willing to forgive your last transgression, But you fuck with my match again, and you’re just going to be adding one more name to your list of problems. I don’t think you’re going to be able to handle much more, Ronnie.”
[Actually, before this is all over, everyone’s gonna probably be amazed at how many people Ronnie’s actually managed to piss off. Or render comatose.]
“So after my unfortunate loss to Greer, I now move into a match with his stablemate Heidi Christenson. On paper, well, this looks like a hell of a dream match. A former WWA World Champion against a former CAL World Champion. And I’m sure everybody is buzzing about that ugly little incident between Heidi and my wife that ended Defiance’s first season.”
[Terrence shakes his head, half-amused, and scoffs.]
“Honestly, that means little to me now. It upset the hell out of Wendy, that’s for sure, and I know she wanted a crack at Heidi, especially during the Summer Games tournament. But then Heidi ran away from the inevitable ass-whipping she was going to get, and my wife went on to outlast every single member of the Hydra, and finish third, while Heidi hid in some undisclosed location, sucking her thumb.”
“Or various other parts of the human anatomy.”
[Ba-zing?]
“In fact, despite that one incident, and her reputation she’s carried over from the CAL, what exactly has Heidi even done? Last two shows, she hasn’t even QUALIFIED for the main cards, instead being forced into the untelevised live events, her matches broadcast to the world via the stellar pirate radio announce team of Angus Skaaland and Kevin... or Satan.. or whatever he goes by.”
[Terrence relaxes again, just a bit, tapping the armrest of the couch a couple of times as he leans back.]
“So I think its safe to say that Heidi’s taking a bit of a step up from her barn-burning matches against Ripper Longshanks and Roscoe Shame, while I’ve taken a bit of a step back.”
[A disgusted shake of the head.]
“I don’t like going backwards. Especially when the goal I came into this company with- to have the Defiance World Title around my waist, isn’t anywhere even remotely close to being fulfilled. So if I have to pound in Heidi’s pretty face in order to get the train rolling uphill again, well, then so be it.”
“But Wednesday night, in Chicago, it’s not going to be about anything else but me and Heidi. It’s going to be about me getting another quality win under my belt. It’s going to be about me turning heads. It’s going to be about me establishing myself as a legitimate player in Defiance.”
[Small smirk]
“And there’s nothing that Miss Christenson could possibly do to stop me.”
[Fade]
Friday, September 10, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
CPW #5- One Toe Over the Line (Sweet Jesus!)
Sunday August 29, 2010
The Zoo Arena- Backstage
Los Angeles, California
8:11 PM Local Time
“Whooo-EEE!” Daniel Pollaski crowed as he threw aside the curtain and strutted into the backstage area. Several backstage workers jumped in alarm as the portly manager-turned-wrestler unleashed his battle cry. Suddenly finding himself the center of attention, Pollaski grinned, and chuckled. “How ya’ll like THEM apples!”
“Nice, dude,” Terrence Thompson, Pollaski’s longtime client, and best friend, snickered. Clapping his manager on the shoulder, he nodded approvingly at his manager. “You did real well out there.”
“Thanks,” Pollaski said, although he rubbed his neck from where Angel Kash had applied her headscissors. “That was pretty fun.”
“Yeah, a little TOO much fun,” Terrence responded, lightly elbowing Pollaski in the side, as the two began the long walk back to Pollaski’s dressing room. “Although I will confess that was a brilliant way of getting out of the hold... I was worried there for a second.”
“The headscissors? That was nothing,” Pollaski said, shuddering just a bit. “It was the SMELL I couldn’t stand. I don’t know what’s going on down there, but somethin’ moved in and ain’t payin full rent, if you get my drift..”
Terrence made a disgusted face at the manager, and shook his head in disbelief. “Gross, dude,” he said.
“You weren’t in there, you wouldn’t know” Pollaski replied defensively. “I just hope I don’t get any diseases out of it. Now come on. I should probably change before I go watch the rest of this show.”
“Change out of what?” Terrence asked, arching an eyebrow. True enough, with the pair of shorts and Seattle Seahawks #12 jersey that he wore to the ring, Pollaski generally looked the same as he did outside the ring.
Nevertheless, Pollaski shrugged, and the two men continued walking. Reaching a bend in the hallway, they rounded the corner...
...and froze.
A furious, flame haired virago was bearing down on them. Wendy Briese, her face contorted in rage, stormed through the hallway, and when she saw her manager and husband standing at the end of the hall, her normally fair face turned beet red in about three second’s flat. At the end of the hallway, Terrence gulped. “Uh oh...”
He looked over to his manager, and wasn’t entirely shocked to see Pollaski almost fifty feet away, running as quickly away from Wendy as his chubby legs could carry him. Seeing her prey getting away, Wendy broke into a run, and Terrence threw himself against the wall to avoid being bulled over by his wife. Wendy swung around the corner in a full sprint, and Pollaski, realizing she was bearing down on him, let out a shriek of terror, and tried to run faster, darting around another corner.
Terrence calmly walked to the next hallway himself, and risked a peek. Pollaski, realizing that outrunning the much more nimble Wendy was futile, was slowly backing away, while Wendy continued to bore down on him, her fingers curled into talons.
With a sigh, Terrence turned away, heading back to Pollaski’s locker room on his own. He supposed he should have tried to pry his wife off, but at the same time, he didn’t really feel like getting into the middle of it.
Besides, a significant part of him knew that his manager was getting EXACTLY what he deserved after that grope-fest on Angel Kash.
Even so, even the Mechanical Mayhem had to wince when Pollaski’s pain-filled yowl echoed down the hallways into his ears.
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The following blog was posted at whirlybirdz.com. The opinions expressed herein do not reflect the opinions of the WhirlyBirdz VHS, CPW or anyone but the author. So please don’t sue them.
Hey kids.
First of all, I suppose I owe one Angel Kash an apology for my actions at Pandamonium. After a THOROUGH discussion with my friend Wendy, I now realize that my actions were demeaning to not only Angel, but the sport of wrestling as a whole.
It’s just, they were there. And they were big, and round, and soft and squishy, and I just couldn’t help myself. I mean, seriously, anyone in my position woulda done it. So yeah. No more copping a feel on my female opponents. Ever. I promise.
Apparently, however offended Wendy was by my actions, Valerie Belmont and Cammy Pazzini were NOT, since she pretty much threw me into the same situation for this week. Either that or they are offended, and they’re trying to get me killed.
Also.. I MAY have called Cammy fat in a PWX column. And Valerie a hussy. This could be an attempt at revenge.
Either way, on to this week, when I face one Tori Bishop. Obviously this could be a bit of a stiffer (HA!) challenge than Angel Kash was. After all, Tori’s a rookie with, what, two CPW matches under her belt? Apparently that’s enough to make some blogger single her out, among the hundreds of wrestlers in the world today, for being a fake-ass bitch.
Now, I’m not saying that Tori’s hired somebody to say mean things about her so she can feign indignation and post little hissy-fits on her blog in some idiotic attempt to gain notoriety. But it IS something I would do, if I had thought of it first.
Honestly? I don’t give a flying shit what Tori does in her free time. This whole ‘straight-edge’ movement is just another wrestling fad, anyways. Three years from now, all that crap’s gonna be on the shelf next to the emo-goth faggots and the Insane Clown Posse ripoffs. But you know, reading Tori’s blogs, and listening to her screechy-harpy like voice proclaiming her ‘purity’, for all the world to hear... I honestly feel like getting myself a cold one right now.
Hrm... I do have a case of Mike’s Hard Pink Lemonade in the fridge.
The hillarious thing is, over the course of my life, I’ve been drunk way less than Tori’s ever been. Once, a couple weeks ago, I downed a whole sixpack of Smirnoff Strawberry in about an hour and a half. I’m not going to go into details, but there was much room spinning, and before long, I had my shirt off, a lampshade on my head, and was cruising Wikipedia to try and find what the largest prime number known to mankind is. I won’t post the entire thing, but I will say there’s like twelve and a half million DIGITS in it. That’s a big number.
Dear God, I just realized that alcohol makes me a bigger nerd than I already am!
But back to Tori. I know I made a promise that I wouldn’t grope my opponents anymore, but someone seriously needs to reach up into her panties, figure out which hole the stick’s up, and pull it out. I could do it myself, but that’d just get me into another ‘philosophical discussion’ with Wendy, and those HURT.
So, this Sunday, at the zoo, I suppose I’ll have to do things the ‘proper’ way. Get in the ring, whup some ass, and make sure Tori Bishop knows that while in her mind she’s the cat’s meow, out here in Realityland, she’s nothing more than a screechy broad with a lame-ass gimmick she’s not even able to stick to.
As for me, it’ll be three in a row, and in bowling, that’s called a turkey.
Gobble gobble gobble, bitches.
POLLA OUT!
The Zoo Arena- Backstage
Los Angeles, California
8:11 PM Local Time
“Whooo-EEE!” Daniel Pollaski crowed as he threw aside the curtain and strutted into the backstage area. Several backstage workers jumped in alarm as the portly manager-turned-wrestler unleashed his battle cry. Suddenly finding himself the center of attention, Pollaski grinned, and chuckled. “How ya’ll like THEM apples!”
“Nice, dude,” Terrence Thompson, Pollaski’s longtime client, and best friend, snickered. Clapping his manager on the shoulder, he nodded approvingly at his manager. “You did real well out there.”
“Thanks,” Pollaski said, although he rubbed his neck from where Angel Kash had applied her headscissors. “That was pretty fun.”
“Yeah, a little TOO much fun,” Terrence responded, lightly elbowing Pollaski in the side, as the two began the long walk back to Pollaski’s dressing room. “Although I will confess that was a brilliant way of getting out of the hold... I was worried there for a second.”
“The headscissors? That was nothing,” Pollaski said, shuddering just a bit. “It was the SMELL I couldn’t stand. I don’t know what’s going on down there, but somethin’ moved in and ain’t payin full rent, if you get my drift..”
Terrence made a disgusted face at the manager, and shook his head in disbelief. “Gross, dude,” he said.
“You weren’t in there, you wouldn’t know” Pollaski replied defensively. “I just hope I don’t get any diseases out of it. Now come on. I should probably change before I go watch the rest of this show.”
“Change out of what?” Terrence asked, arching an eyebrow. True enough, with the pair of shorts and Seattle Seahawks #12 jersey that he wore to the ring, Pollaski generally looked the same as he did outside the ring.
Nevertheless, Pollaski shrugged, and the two men continued walking. Reaching a bend in the hallway, they rounded the corner...
...and froze.
A furious, flame haired virago was bearing down on them. Wendy Briese, her face contorted in rage, stormed through the hallway, and when she saw her manager and husband standing at the end of the hall, her normally fair face turned beet red in about three second’s flat. At the end of the hallway, Terrence gulped. “Uh oh...”
He looked over to his manager, and wasn’t entirely shocked to see Pollaski almost fifty feet away, running as quickly away from Wendy as his chubby legs could carry him. Seeing her prey getting away, Wendy broke into a run, and Terrence threw himself against the wall to avoid being bulled over by his wife. Wendy swung around the corner in a full sprint, and Pollaski, realizing she was bearing down on him, let out a shriek of terror, and tried to run faster, darting around another corner.
Terrence calmly walked to the next hallway himself, and risked a peek. Pollaski, realizing that outrunning the much more nimble Wendy was futile, was slowly backing away, while Wendy continued to bore down on him, her fingers curled into talons.
With a sigh, Terrence turned away, heading back to Pollaski’s locker room on his own. He supposed he should have tried to pry his wife off, but at the same time, he didn’t really feel like getting into the middle of it.
Besides, a significant part of him knew that his manager was getting EXACTLY what he deserved after that grope-fest on Angel Kash.
Even so, even the Mechanical Mayhem had to wince when Pollaski’s pain-filled yowl echoed down the hallways into his ears.
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The following blog was posted at whirlybirdz.com. The opinions expressed herein do not reflect the opinions of the WhirlyBirdz VHS, CPW or anyone but the author. So please don’t sue them.
Hey kids.
First of all, I suppose I owe one Angel Kash an apology for my actions at Pandamonium. After a THOROUGH discussion with my friend Wendy, I now realize that my actions were demeaning to not only Angel, but the sport of wrestling as a whole.
It’s just, they were there. And they were big, and round, and soft and squishy, and I just couldn’t help myself. I mean, seriously, anyone in my position woulda done it. So yeah. No more copping a feel on my female opponents. Ever. I promise.
Apparently, however offended Wendy was by my actions, Valerie Belmont and Cammy Pazzini were NOT, since she pretty much threw me into the same situation for this week. Either that or they are offended, and they’re trying to get me killed.
Also.. I MAY have called Cammy fat in a PWX column. And Valerie a hussy. This could be an attempt at revenge.
Either way, on to this week, when I face one Tori Bishop. Obviously this could be a bit of a stiffer (HA!) challenge than Angel Kash was. After all, Tori’s a rookie with, what, two CPW matches under her belt? Apparently that’s enough to make some blogger single her out, among the hundreds of wrestlers in the world today, for being a fake-ass bitch.
Now, I’m not saying that Tori’s hired somebody to say mean things about her so she can feign indignation and post little hissy-fits on her blog in some idiotic attempt to gain notoriety. But it IS something I would do, if I had thought of it first.
Honestly? I don’t give a flying shit what Tori does in her free time. This whole ‘straight-edge’ movement is just another wrestling fad, anyways. Three years from now, all that crap’s gonna be on the shelf next to the emo-goth faggots and the Insane Clown Posse ripoffs. But you know, reading Tori’s blogs, and listening to her screechy-harpy like voice proclaiming her ‘purity’, for all the world to hear... I honestly feel like getting myself a cold one right now.
Hrm... I do have a case of Mike’s Hard Pink Lemonade in the fridge.
The hillarious thing is, over the course of my life, I’ve been drunk way less than Tori’s ever been. Once, a couple weeks ago, I downed a whole sixpack of Smirnoff Strawberry in about an hour and a half. I’m not going to go into details, but there was much room spinning, and before long, I had my shirt off, a lampshade on my head, and was cruising Wikipedia to try and find what the largest prime number known to mankind is. I won’t post the entire thing, but I will say there’s like twelve and a half million DIGITS in it. That’s a big number.
Dear God, I just realized that alcohol makes me a bigger nerd than I already am!
But back to Tori. I know I made a promise that I wouldn’t grope my opponents anymore, but someone seriously needs to reach up into her panties, figure out which hole the stick’s up, and pull it out. I could do it myself, but that’d just get me into another ‘philosophical discussion’ with Wendy, and those HURT.
So, this Sunday, at the zoo, I suppose I’ll have to do things the ‘proper’ way. Get in the ring, whup some ass, and make sure Tori Bishop knows that while in her mind she’s the cat’s meow, out here in Realityland, she’s nothing more than a screechy broad with a lame-ass gimmick she’s not even able to stick to.
As for me, it’ll be three in a row, and in bowling, that’s called a turkey.
Gobble gobble gobble, bitches.
POLLA OUT!
Sunday, September 5, 2010
EPISODE 41: Labor Day
Saturday September 4, 2010
The Birdz RV- Main Cabin
Ellensburg, Washington
5:49 PM Local Time
[So...]
[Labor Day Weekend]
[Or Labour Day weekend if you’re a sissy Brit]
[Labor Day is definitely a hallmark during the American year- the unofficial end of summer, the announcement of a new school year (unless you’re one of the kids that has to start in August, in which case HA!). The start of College Football, the final preseason week for NFL, and the site of parades, festivals, and parties all across the nation.]
[And, the last day a chick can wear white.]
[For Daniel Pollaski, Labor Day weekend brings one other event- the Kittitas County Fair and Rodeo, held annually in his hometown of Ellensburg, Washington. Its the single biggest event in Central Washington every year, and attracts people from all over the western United States, turning the normally small town of Ellensburg into one massive five day drunken binge and traffic jam.]
[Pollaski insisted on attending this year, just like any other, and Terrence and Wendy, deciding a bit of a getaway would do them good before the final push towards the Civil War, have come along, with Cassie and Theresa in tow.]
[All in all, its been a hell of a busy weekend for the Birdz, but betwen the fair, rodeo, and daily trips to the local gym (named, creatively ‘THE GYM’) to train, the Birdz haven’t had much time to cut a promo. So, here we are, Saturday Night, and the Birdz figure that its either now or never.]
[So, we join our heroes in the Birdz RV, parked a ways out of town at the KOA campground on the bank of the mighty Yakima river. Rare for a Birdz promo, Terrence, Wendy, AND Pollaski are sitting on the couch, all three looking into the camera. Terrence and Wendy sit together, Terrence’s arm around his wife’s shoulders, while Pollaski has taken up occupation on the other end of the hide-a-bed.]
Pollaski: “So, the second No Limits has come and gone, and yet again, you can chalk up another victory for a member of the WhirlyBirdz, as Wendy and her partner Josh Graves put a whuppin’ on the Cartel!”
[Wendy turns crimson, and shoots Pollaski a dark glare.]
Wendy: “I’d.. rather not talk about that match...”
[Its fairly understanding, considering that the match had one of the weirdest endings in PWX history. Brian Hollywood, suddenly scared of what Wendy and Josh could do to him, had tried to make a break for it, only to be ran down and pinned by Wendy. Willett, disgusted with the whole shebang, walked out of the match, giving Wendy and Graves a win by count-out. For anyone who knows Wendy by now, its hardly the way she wants to win.]
Twister: “To be fair, if I had Brian Hollywood as my partner, I’d probably walk out too!”
[This wasn’t the best thing to say in front of Wendy after this time.]
Wendy: [slightly sarcastically] Thank you, Terrence.”
[Terrence grins, and shrugs, and Wendy turns back to the camera.]
Wendy: “What disappoints me the most about our match at No Limits is that, in the end, nothing was accomplished. We all knew Hollywood was a coward, and we all knew that both Josh and I were more than a match for those two. The actions of Bryan Willett, on the other hand, were confusing.”
[Terrence shrugs]
Twister;” What’s there to be confused about? It just goes to show that he’s a pussy, just like the rest of the Cartel.”
[Wendy shakes her head.]
Wendy: “No. I could tell that Willett didn’t walk away out of fear. I don’t approve of what he did, but that was frustration that caused him to retreat, not cowardice. But a clean win over Willett- that was something that no one has been able to accomplish yet. Unfortunately, we didn’t really get that chance.”
Twister: “Because he’s a pussy. Hell, even Ojeda said he’s a pussy.”
[Wendy shoots her husband another glare.]
Wendy: “Because John Ojeda is suddenly the authority on courage and cowardice?”
[Terrence shoots Wendy a lopsided grin, and shrugs.]
Twister; “Sorry. But its fucking lame, you know that? You’ve beaten half the fucking Cartel with your own hands, and yet, every single time you have a chance to pull off a huge, defining win, something happens to overshadow it or screw you out of it. It’s damned frustrating to watch, so I can’t even imagine what it feels like for you.”
[Wendy turns, and gives her husband a half smile, and slowly nodding.]
Wendy: “It’s tough, and it is frustrating. But regardless of what it makes me look like, regardless how the fans and so-called ‘experts’ feel, the fact is, I’ve stepped into that ring against nearly every single member of the Cartel, and I’ve yet to walk away in defeat.”
[Terrence nods at his wife in agreement, and Pollaski, at the other end of the couch, shifts into a more comfortable position.]
Wendy: “And while letting Willett get away is definitely disappointing, I don’t think I need to look any further than next week for a big win. After all, with Brian Hollywood, John Pariah, and Tyler Graves all in the same ring against us...”
Twister: “So long as we don’t spend the entire match trying to keep Zion from getting killed.”
[Wendy shoots another glare at her husband, a poignant reminder that it’s never a good idea to insult one’s tag partner.]
Wendy: “Darin will more than pull his own weight, Terry. Brian’s mere existence in this match will put Darin in a fighting mood.”
[Terrence shrugs nonchalantly]
Twister: “Yeah, now if we could just get Darin to step up his game against the other thirty members of the PWX roster...”
Wendy: [Through gritted teeth] “Terrence...”
[Terrence grins squeezing his wife’s shoulder as she turns and shoots him another dirty glare. At his wife’s emerald eyes boring into him, Terrence actually chuckles.]
Twister: “Just havin’ some fun, hon. Besides, everyone knows that the selling point of this match isn’t who’s tagging along side of us... it’s who’s going to be across that ring from us.”
[Wendy nods, her face hardening just a bit.]
Wendy:”This will be the first time either of us have ever faced Tyler Graves.”
[Terrence’s rolls his eyes, and almost seems like he’s about to yawn.]
Twister: “Well, I’m glad I’m about to fill THAT hole in my resume. I don’t know whatever would have come of my career had I never, ever faced Tyler Graves.”
[Given the tone of his voice (and the annoyed expression on Wendy’s face), its fairly obvious that Terrence is being sarcastic.]
Wendy: “I haven’t forgotten about what he did to us in our locker room.”
[Beat them up in their own locker room. With a lot of help, of course.]
Twister: “Yeah, it was his big initiation into the Cartel. A geniune “Oh Em Gee” moment at our expense.”
[Wendy nods quietly, her emerald eyes looking angrier by the second.]
Wendy: “It’s funny, because if you look back at the history of PWX, Tyler Graves stood alone against the Heirarchy, earlier this year. He stood up for what was right, regardless of the consequences. But now, after everything those people put him through, he joined up with them the moment he was invited. Its what Devon Poole had said earlier- Graves is little more than a snake, who had managed to fool everyone.”
[Terrence shrugs.]
Twister: “Its just more proof that the Cartel is a whole bunch of people who band together in an attempt to cover up their weaknesses, hon. I mean, if they were really as prestigious as they claim to be, why would they even allow a hack like Tyler Graves in? The man’s only claim to fame in Pro-Wrestling X is that he’s on the verge of setting a record for breach of contract violations in a single fiscal year.”
[Not sure what the record actually is, but Graves has GOT to be close. Both Birdz pause, and look at Pollaski, who’s been strangely silent the entire promo.]
Pollaski: “What?”
Twister: “You’ve been quiet. Do you , as our manager, have anything you’d like to add?”
[Pollaski shrugs.]
Pollaski: “Sorry, I was just thinking... given that Pariah had to share Lillith with Tyler earlier this year... does Tyler now have to share Valerie Belmont with Pariah to make amends? Or even the entire Cartel?”
[Terrence bursts out laughing, rewarding his manager’s comment with a quick fist bump, while Wendy merely rubs her eyes, as if she has a migraine.]
Wendy: Pollaski....
Twister: “Ah, and that’s where we get to John Pariah. Johnny boy hasn’t done too well in tag matches against us, has he?”
[Next to Terrence, Wendy shakes her head. Oh and two, for the record]
Wendy: “No, but he’ll never admit it. Every single time he loses, he simply blames his partner for the loss, and goes on pretending he’s, as he’s fond of saying, ‘dominance defined.’
[Terrence snickers.]
Twister: “Yeah, real dominating. Pariah seems to have forgotten that it was HE who was pinned at Respect is Earned.”
[Wendy nods]
Wendy: “John Pariah does have selective memory, that’s for sure. Probably because he knew that if he started facing up to reality- he isn’t half as successful as he thinks he is.”
[Terrence shrugs]
Twister: “Yeah, but its nothing compared to that ring-flop Brian Hollywood. You’ve beaten him what, now, four times?”
[Wendy nods. Beside them, Pollaski snickers.]
Pollaski: “Well, here’s a fun fact- the most wins either of you have over a single individual is Wendy’s six wins over Jenna Blaze back in the old NGWA. At the rate you and Brian are going- we could very easily be looking at a new record.”
[And Jenna actually managed beat Wendy. Once. In a tag match pinning her partner. After a lot of interference.]
[A LOT of interference. Wendy almost smiles at the memory.]
Wendy: “Brian’s yet another man who can’t seem to let his ego comprehend the fact that he’s not winning. Him and Pariah both, have so successfully deluded themselves into thinking that they’re the belles of the ball, when the fact is, they’re not anymore. There was a time, not long ago, when both men where honest to God Grand Prix title contenders. Not anymore. Brian’s resorted to abusing his own power to create the illusion he’s a top contender in this fed, while Pariah’s bounced around from partner to partner, deluding himself further and further into thinking that he matters.”
[Terrence opens his mouth to say something, but decides against it. His wife is on a roll, and he’s not interrupting.]
Wendy: “The sad part is, Hollywood and Pariah’s egos are going to drag a lot of people with them. Especially his fellow members of the Cartel. I made it very clear that I do not like Bryan Willett, but I do respect his technical abilities, and it was a shame that Brian hung him out to dry last week with his cowardice. Every member of the Cartel now has to be thinking that if Hollywood will do that in a simple tag match, what will he do when the going gets REALLY tough?”
[Wendy shrugs.]
Wendy: “And it is going to get tough for the Cartel. I said last week that the Resistance is dead, and the Rebellion is in full swing, and I meant it. And while we didn’t get a defining victory at No Limits last week, we forced the Cartel into retreat. But we’re just a couple weeks away from the Civil War, and there- there won’t be any more room for the Cartel to retreat.”
[Wendy breaks into a smile]
Wendy: “And then, their entire regime will come crashing down.”
[Wendy takes a deep breath, and exhales, satisfied, while Terrence hugs his wife closer, and Pollaski looks over to see if anymore needs to be said.]
[Short answer: Nope]
Pollaski: [Getting up] “Okay, good talk. Let’s go watch us some bullridin’.”
[As Wendy and Terrence climb up from the hide-a-bed, getting to their feet, Pollaski reaches the camera. A moment’s hesitation and...]
[Black]
The Birdz RV- Main Cabin
Ellensburg, Washington
5:49 PM Local Time
[So...]
[Labor Day Weekend]
[Or Labour Day weekend if you’re a sissy Brit]
[Labor Day is definitely a hallmark during the American year- the unofficial end of summer, the announcement of a new school year (unless you’re one of the kids that has to start in August, in which case HA!). The start of College Football, the final preseason week for NFL, and the site of parades, festivals, and parties all across the nation.]
[And, the last day a chick can wear white.]
[For Daniel Pollaski, Labor Day weekend brings one other event- the Kittitas County Fair and Rodeo, held annually in his hometown of Ellensburg, Washington. Its the single biggest event in Central Washington every year, and attracts people from all over the western United States, turning the normally small town of Ellensburg into one massive five day drunken binge and traffic jam.]
[Pollaski insisted on attending this year, just like any other, and Terrence and Wendy, deciding a bit of a getaway would do them good before the final push towards the Civil War, have come along, with Cassie and Theresa in tow.]
[All in all, its been a hell of a busy weekend for the Birdz, but betwen the fair, rodeo, and daily trips to the local gym (named, creatively ‘THE GYM’) to train, the Birdz haven’t had much time to cut a promo. So, here we are, Saturday Night, and the Birdz figure that its either now or never.]
[So, we join our heroes in the Birdz RV, parked a ways out of town at the KOA campground on the bank of the mighty Yakima river. Rare for a Birdz promo, Terrence, Wendy, AND Pollaski are sitting on the couch, all three looking into the camera. Terrence and Wendy sit together, Terrence’s arm around his wife’s shoulders, while Pollaski has taken up occupation on the other end of the hide-a-bed.]
Pollaski: “So, the second No Limits has come and gone, and yet again, you can chalk up another victory for a member of the WhirlyBirdz, as Wendy and her partner Josh Graves put a whuppin’ on the Cartel!”
[Wendy turns crimson, and shoots Pollaski a dark glare.]
Wendy: “I’d.. rather not talk about that match...”
[Its fairly understanding, considering that the match had one of the weirdest endings in PWX history. Brian Hollywood, suddenly scared of what Wendy and Josh could do to him, had tried to make a break for it, only to be ran down and pinned by Wendy. Willett, disgusted with the whole shebang, walked out of the match, giving Wendy and Graves a win by count-out. For anyone who knows Wendy by now, its hardly the way she wants to win.]
Twister: “To be fair, if I had Brian Hollywood as my partner, I’d probably walk out too!”
[This wasn’t the best thing to say in front of Wendy after this time.]
Wendy: [slightly sarcastically] Thank you, Terrence.”
[Terrence grins, and shrugs, and Wendy turns back to the camera.]
Wendy: “What disappoints me the most about our match at No Limits is that, in the end, nothing was accomplished. We all knew Hollywood was a coward, and we all knew that both Josh and I were more than a match for those two. The actions of Bryan Willett, on the other hand, were confusing.”
[Terrence shrugs]
Twister;” What’s there to be confused about? It just goes to show that he’s a pussy, just like the rest of the Cartel.”
[Wendy shakes her head.]
Wendy: “No. I could tell that Willett didn’t walk away out of fear. I don’t approve of what he did, but that was frustration that caused him to retreat, not cowardice. But a clean win over Willett- that was something that no one has been able to accomplish yet. Unfortunately, we didn’t really get that chance.”
Twister: “Because he’s a pussy. Hell, even Ojeda said he’s a pussy.”
[Wendy shoots her husband another glare.]
Wendy: “Because John Ojeda is suddenly the authority on courage and cowardice?”
[Terrence shoots Wendy a lopsided grin, and shrugs.]
Twister; “Sorry. But its fucking lame, you know that? You’ve beaten half the fucking Cartel with your own hands, and yet, every single time you have a chance to pull off a huge, defining win, something happens to overshadow it or screw you out of it. It’s damned frustrating to watch, so I can’t even imagine what it feels like for you.”
[Wendy turns, and gives her husband a half smile, and slowly nodding.]
Wendy: “It’s tough, and it is frustrating. But regardless of what it makes me look like, regardless how the fans and so-called ‘experts’ feel, the fact is, I’ve stepped into that ring against nearly every single member of the Cartel, and I’ve yet to walk away in defeat.”
[Terrence nods at his wife in agreement, and Pollaski, at the other end of the couch, shifts into a more comfortable position.]
Wendy: “And while letting Willett get away is definitely disappointing, I don’t think I need to look any further than next week for a big win. After all, with Brian Hollywood, John Pariah, and Tyler Graves all in the same ring against us...”
Twister: “So long as we don’t spend the entire match trying to keep Zion from getting killed.”
[Wendy shoots another glare at her husband, a poignant reminder that it’s never a good idea to insult one’s tag partner.]
Wendy: “Darin will more than pull his own weight, Terry. Brian’s mere existence in this match will put Darin in a fighting mood.”
[Terrence shrugs nonchalantly]
Twister: “Yeah, now if we could just get Darin to step up his game against the other thirty members of the PWX roster...”
Wendy: [Through gritted teeth] “Terrence...”
[Terrence grins squeezing his wife’s shoulder as she turns and shoots him another dirty glare. At his wife’s emerald eyes boring into him, Terrence actually chuckles.]
Twister: “Just havin’ some fun, hon. Besides, everyone knows that the selling point of this match isn’t who’s tagging along side of us... it’s who’s going to be across that ring from us.”
[Wendy nods, her face hardening just a bit.]
Wendy:”This will be the first time either of us have ever faced Tyler Graves.”
[Terrence’s rolls his eyes, and almost seems like he’s about to yawn.]
Twister: “Well, I’m glad I’m about to fill THAT hole in my resume. I don’t know whatever would have come of my career had I never, ever faced Tyler Graves.”
[Given the tone of his voice (and the annoyed expression on Wendy’s face), its fairly obvious that Terrence is being sarcastic.]
Wendy: “I haven’t forgotten about what he did to us in our locker room.”
[Beat them up in their own locker room. With a lot of help, of course.]
Twister: “Yeah, it was his big initiation into the Cartel. A geniune “Oh Em Gee” moment at our expense.”
[Wendy nods quietly, her emerald eyes looking angrier by the second.]
Wendy: “It’s funny, because if you look back at the history of PWX, Tyler Graves stood alone against the Heirarchy, earlier this year. He stood up for what was right, regardless of the consequences. But now, after everything those people put him through, he joined up with them the moment he was invited. Its what Devon Poole had said earlier- Graves is little more than a snake, who had managed to fool everyone.”
[Terrence shrugs.]
Twister: “Its just more proof that the Cartel is a whole bunch of people who band together in an attempt to cover up their weaknesses, hon. I mean, if they were really as prestigious as they claim to be, why would they even allow a hack like Tyler Graves in? The man’s only claim to fame in Pro-Wrestling X is that he’s on the verge of setting a record for breach of contract violations in a single fiscal year.”
[Not sure what the record actually is, but Graves has GOT to be close. Both Birdz pause, and look at Pollaski, who’s been strangely silent the entire promo.]
Pollaski: “What?”
Twister: “You’ve been quiet. Do you , as our manager, have anything you’d like to add?”
[Pollaski shrugs.]
Pollaski: “Sorry, I was just thinking... given that Pariah had to share Lillith with Tyler earlier this year... does Tyler now have to share Valerie Belmont with Pariah to make amends? Or even the entire Cartel?”
[Terrence bursts out laughing, rewarding his manager’s comment with a quick fist bump, while Wendy merely rubs her eyes, as if she has a migraine.]
Wendy: Pollaski....
Twister: “Ah, and that’s where we get to John Pariah. Johnny boy hasn’t done too well in tag matches against us, has he?”
[Next to Terrence, Wendy shakes her head. Oh and two, for the record]
Wendy: “No, but he’ll never admit it. Every single time he loses, he simply blames his partner for the loss, and goes on pretending he’s, as he’s fond of saying, ‘dominance defined.’
[Terrence snickers.]
Twister: “Yeah, real dominating. Pariah seems to have forgotten that it was HE who was pinned at Respect is Earned.”
[Wendy nods]
Wendy: “John Pariah does have selective memory, that’s for sure. Probably because he knew that if he started facing up to reality- he isn’t half as successful as he thinks he is.”
[Terrence shrugs]
Twister: “Yeah, but its nothing compared to that ring-flop Brian Hollywood. You’ve beaten him what, now, four times?”
[Wendy nods. Beside them, Pollaski snickers.]
Pollaski: “Well, here’s a fun fact- the most wins either of you have over a single individual is Wendy’s six wins over Jenna Blaze back in the old NGWA. At the rate you and Brian are going- we could very easily be looking at a new record.”
[And Jenna actually managed beat Wendy. Once. In a tag match pinning her partner. After a lot of interference.]
[A LOT of interference. Wendy almost smiles at the memory.]
Wendy: “Brian’s yet another man who can’t seem to let his ego comprehend the fact that he’s not winning. Him and Pariah both, have so successfully deluded themselves into thinking that they’re the belles of the ball, when the fact is, they’re not anymore. There was a time, not long ago, when both men where honest to God Grand Prix title contenders. Not anymore. Brian’s resorted to abusing his own power to create the illusion he’s a top contender in this fed, while Pariah’s bounced around from partner to partner, deluding himself further and further into thinking that he matters.”
[Terrence opens his mouth to say something, but decides against it. His wife is on a roll, and he’s not interrupting.]
Wendy: “The sad part is, Hollywood and Pariah’s egos are going to drag a lot of people with them. Especially his fellow members of the Cartel. I made it very clear that I do not like Bryan Willett, but I do respect his technical abilities, and it was a shame that Brian hung him out to dry last week with his cowardice. Every member of the Cartel now has to be thinking that if Hollywood will do that in a simple tag match, what will he do when the going gets REALLY tough?”
[Wendy shrugs.]
Wendy: “And it is going to get tough for the Cartel. I said last week that the Resistance is dead, and the Rebellion is in full swing, and I meant it. And while we didn’t get a defining victory at No Limits last week, we forced the Cartel into retreat. But we’re just a couple weeks away from the Civil War, and there- there won’t be any more room for the Cartel to retreat.”
[Wendy breaks into a smile]
Wendy: “And then, their entire regime will come crashing down.”
[Wendy takes a deep breath, and exhales, satisfied, while Terrence hugs his wife closer, and Pollaski looks over to see if anymore needs to be said.]
[Short answer: Nope]
Pollaski: [Getting up] “Okay, good talk. Let’s go watch us some bullridin’.”
[As Wendy and Terrence climb up from the hide-a-bed, getting to their feet, Pollaski reaches the camera. A moment’s hesitation and...]
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