Monday March 25, 2013
Aphrodite & Adonis
Indianapolis, Indiana
2:19 PM Local Time
“You call that a run? Faster, dammit!”
Wendy bit her lip at the bellowing of her manager in her ear. She was glad enough that the two were back on speaking terms- Pollaski’s strike had lasted about as long as it had taken Terrence to turn the garden hose on, and for Wendy to finish profusely apologizing to every parent in the neighborhood who had a sopping wet child come home on a fifty degree day. But still, ever since she had joined Aphrodite & Apollo, Pollaski had shown a significant amount of biterness towards her.
“I’m running as fast as I can.” Wendy hissed under her breath.
“LIARFACE! FACE OF A LI-”
“How would you know?! You’re not even here!” Wendy snarled, her eyes narrowing at the tablet she had set on the console of the treadmill. Pollaski was on the screen, sitting in his apartment, a XBox controller in one hand and a bag of Tim’s Cascade Potato Chips in the other. Even with Wendy paying nine hundred dollars a month to belong to the health club, Pollaski was banned from the premises due to his uncomely nature, and was talking to her via a bluetooth headset. It certainly made her workout sessions... interesting, to say the least.
“Alright,” Pollaski asked, popping a chip into his mouth. “How fast are you running?”
Wendy looked at the treadmill display, then back at the tablet, biting her lip. She looked back to the tablet.
“How fast?” Pollaski had sensed her hesitation.
“Five.”
“FIVE? For the love of all things holy, I can run five miles per hour!” Pollaski groaned, slapping his face. “Well, not for very long,” he admitted, seeing the skepticism on Wendy’s face. “But still.. you should be going well above that.”
“I know,” Wendy hissed, glancing around nervously. “But we’re not allowed to run any faster! Muffy says that working too hard is distracting, and that beautiful people shouldn’t need to run any faster than that!”
“Well, you’re not a beautiful person. You’re a wrestler.”
Wendy’s eyebrows raised, but Pollaski waved her silent. “And don’t give me that look. You know what I meant. You’re gonna have a few weeks, but that debut match is going to be here before you know it, Wendy. And you have a LOT of rust you need to scrape out.”
“I know that!” Wendy said through clenched teeth. The only thing she hated worse than arguing with Daniel Pollaski was arguing with Daniel Pollaski when he was right. “Maybe I’ll go for a run in the park later today...”
“Or maybe you can turn the damn speed up right the fuck now.” Pollaski said. “Or are you afraid?”
Wendy glared at the screen. Calling someone a chicken was a deathly insult in professional wrestling, and her manager knew that. Unlike some of her colleagues, Wendy wasn’t ashamed to admit that some aspects of the business scared her, but she wasn’t about to take this kind of abuse. “Why the heck would I be afraid of anything? Rules are rules, and I agreed to them.” Even if she hadn’t exactly read the contract that thoroughly before she signed it...
“Great,” Pollaski muttered with a sigh. “It’s already tougher for you than anyone else to win a damn match because you take half your options off the table over some precept of ‘honor’...”
Well, that’s a cynical way of looking at it, Wendy thought, scowling.
“...but now you’re not even going to be in peak condition because you don’t have the guts to tell Buffy to go fuck herself with a barbell...”
“It’s Muffy,” Wendy said, anger rising up inside her. “And I do NOT put myself at a disadvantage, I WILL be in peak condition when I get back in the ring, and I am NOT afraid!”
“Then prove it. Be a rebel. Turn up the speed, and see what happens.”
Wendy glanced around, swallowing hard. It was apparently a low-traffic time for the gym, most of the machines in her area sat idle. And of Muffy, or any of her watchdogs, she saw no sign. But still...
“Buck-AW!!!! Buckbuck-”
5.1
5.2
5.3
5.4
Wendy jammed her thumb into the speed up button over and over, envisioning in her mind’s eye that each time she was punching her manager in the face. When she was done, her thumb was quite sore, and she was working harder and breathing heavier, her face flushed both from exertion and anger.
“There, was that so hard?” Pollaksi said smugly. “How fast are you going now?”
“Seven.” Wendy huffed her arms swinging back and forth. She was probably running too fast for her to reasonably make a long term pace of it now, but she’d be darned if she was going to let Pollaski goad her. “I swear, if I get in trouble for this...”
“What’s she gonna do? Give you a speeding ticket?” Pollaski guffawed at his own joke, then grinned. “Oh, speaking of authority figures, I got a call with Cody in an hour to finish the details of your contract.”
“Great!” Wendy huffed, allowing herself a small smile. She was certainly happier that Mr. Kincaid was handling her negotiations instead of Ms. Star... or Ms. Saint for that matter. As philosophically opposed as she was to much of Samantha Star’s ideals, she at least respected the woman’s vision in creating the company. Amanda Saint was a different matter. Wendy couldn’t understand how someone with such limited knowledge of the sport get into such a high position of power. But of the three, she knew by far that Cody Kincaid would be the fairest to her- and the most eager to have her back on the Femme Fatale Wrestling roster.
“Anything in particular you want me to bring up?”
“Yeah,” Wendy took a couple of deep breaths, briefly resisting the temptation to turn the speed down a bit. “You saw what happened to Cara and Colleen, Dan. I’m no higher on Samantha’s Christmas Card list than they are. It’s almost a miracle that Cody’s even allowed to take me back... but I don’t want to come back just to get fired on some stupid pretext. She’ll run all of us out if we let her.”
“Funny how you’ll rebel against your BOSS, but not a woman you shell out a zillion bucks to for a shitty health club,” Pollaski said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Anyways, I already talked to him about it when I first made inquiries about you returning. The fact is, Cara and Colleen took things past the Event Horizon. Cara went and tried to embarrass the company during a live television special, and Colleen took a match that was clearly a setup. By the time Cody even knew what was going on in either case, it was too late.”
Wendy bit her lip, wincing as the bouncing of her running caused her teeth to dig in more than she had wanted. Pollaski was right- her friends had both played right into Samanatha’s hands. At least Scarlett and Valerie were still employed. And if Samantha ran any of them off, it’d only hurt her in the long run. Already SVW was better off for having Colleen exclusive to them. But, Cara...
She was going to miss her.
“So what about pay?” Pollaski’s voice broke into her thoughts.
“More than nine hundred a month,” Wendy said, smiling self-deprecatingly. She shrugged. “I doubt I’ll be able to command what I was getting before I got injured. Just... make it something fair and comparable with the rest of the locker room. You’ve never let me down there.”
“Aight. Shouldn’t be too hard. Cody and I haven’t broken out the hardball for any negotiations yet. And I bet he’s looking forward to announcing your return.”
Wendy shook her head, gripping the rails of the treadmill to steady herself. “Don’t. Not yet at least.”
“Don’t announce to the world you’re back? After chomping at the bit for the past four months to return?”
“I’m not letting Chaos Theory turn into a repeat of Sin & Sacrifice,” Wendy said, her eyes narrowing. Everytime she thought about it, the back of her head throbbed as if remembering where Emma hit her with that pipe. Just thinking about it made her angry again. “If those goons try ANYTHING, I’ll be there to stop them, and it’ll be far better if they don’t know it.”
“And what if you’re not needed?” Pollaski wasn’t quite convinced of his client’s mindset, but Wendy wasn’t fazed.
“Then they can announce it in an interview after the match, or on the next show.” Wendy said with a shrug. “But Dan, knowing who we’re dealing with... I have a very very bad feeling that even I’m not going to be enough.”
“Thinking someone’s gonna turncoat? God, I hope it’s Val. Wouldn’t THAT be ironic? You come back to kick the ass of the woman who injured you.”
Wendy didn’t share her manager’s appreciation. “I don’t hope it’s anyone. Or even know. I just... have that feeling. Maybe I’m wrong. Dealing with the Power Trip can turn you parano-AIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!” She found herself pitching forward- still running at seven miles an hour.
The treadmill belt, however, had stopped.
Wendy grabbed the top of the treadmill, hoping to cling to it like it was a top rope in a battle royal. It didn’t quite work that way, and her fingers slipped off, and she fell. She shrieked in pain as her back smashed into the front of the treadmill, and she rolled away with the momentum from her fall. To add insult to injury, her tablet came flying through the air. Wendy barely had enough time to lift her hands to cover her face before the computer smashed into it. She heard it clatter away on the floor, and uncovered her face, the lights above blurry from the tears in her eyes.
“Ow....” she whimpered. Her back was hurting- heck everything was hurting- but it wasn’t nearly in the agony it was after she had injured it. Well, there’s one silver lining to what had just happened... it proved her back was healed and strong again.
But what HAD just happened?
For an answer, Wendy turned her head, and wasn’t all that surprised to see a petite, yet curvaceous woman standing over her. Her perfectly styled blonde hair bobbed about her shoulders as she looked down at Wendy, a mixture of irritation and pity on her face. In her hands was the cord to her treadmill, the prongs of the plug shining in the light.
“I think you’ve had enough for one day, Mrs. Thompson,” Muffy said calmly dropping the plug of the treadmill so that it fell atop her chest. And with that, the woman turned on her heel, and briskly walked away.
Leaving one very irritated and flustered redhead to painfully pick herself off the floor.
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Saturday April 27, 2013
White River State Park- The Lawn
Indianapolis, Indiana
1:15 PM Local Time
Located a mile west of downtown, just across the street from Victory Field, is the Lawn at White River State Park. Normally a concert venue on a hot summer night, the Lawn today has been given over to somewhat of an FFW Pre-show party. The stage has been set up, and there’s a few vendor and food booths lining one side of a pathway running through the Lawn. Only a few of the attendees are there now, because most of the thousand or so people are paying attention to the stage, where Wendy Briese has just been announced. The expected hometown girl pop is dying down a bit, as Wendy stands with a microphone in her hand. It’s not the warmest here in Indy... just fifty degrees or so, so Wendy’s wearing a pair of jeans and a windbreaker. She waves to the crowd, grinning at the ovation she’s getting.
“Thank you! Thanks... no, seriously guys. Thank you so much for the warm welcome. FFW goes all over the country, and we get so many great fans, but I said it before, and I’ll say it again, there is NO crowd we ever encounter that’s as good as the one we get in Indianapolis.”
Obvious cheap hometown pop.
“So... who’s got their tickets for Breaking Point tonight?”
Another cheer, although not nearly as loud as the initial ovation. Perhap 85-90% of the crowd responded int he affirmative.
“Well, if you didn’t get it on time... I hate to say this... but we’ve been sold out for a while now, and that includes the tickets that were just released today. So... I suppose you could try Ticketmaster, or Stubhub, or just watch it from a restaurant downtown, I’m pretty sure the atmosphere’s going to be intense down there! Or, you could take these...”
Wendy holds up a pair of tickets to the event, the ticketless in the crowd immediately clamoring for them, expecting her to throw them. Wendy fans them out, holding them up, as she smiles sympathetically.
“We’re actually raffling these off at the Red Cross table over there. It’s... I think it’s five... is it? Yes... they’re saying it’s five dollars per ticket, and they’re giving away five pairs of lower level tickets for the winners. So buy one.. or a few tickets. The more you buy, the better chance you have of winning, and of course, all proceeds from the raffle are going to the Red Cross. So if you didn’t get a chance to donate for Byte This, well...”
Wendy has tucked the tickets back into her windbreaker, and is looking around the Lawn, grinning as she remembers the show just five days prior in New York, although there’s a bit of irritation there as she remembers the events surrounding her own match.
“You all saw that, I hope? Great show, great times...we had a lot of fun, and we raised quite a bit of money for the Red Cross. Now I’ve had a LOT of people asking me about what happened there, how I basically had Trinity dead to rights in that figure-four, and then the Cardinal conks me on the head, and suddenly the match is over, and I win by disqualification. Yeah, I am annoyed by that, a bit. But, its Trinity- that’s kind of par for the course for her, and I’m pretty certain that had the match been allowed to play out, Trinity would have lasted maybe another minute tops in that hold. She was pretty much done, I felt, and I didn’t sense any indication that she was remotely close to breaking out of it. So you know, tapout, disqualifcation, I suppose either way we saw what Trinity really is, and I win, so I can’t complain too much...”
Someone yells something out from the side of the stage, and Wendy looks over towards the voice, not quite sure of what was said. The voice yells again, and while the words can’t be heard exactly, it does sound to be a question of some sort. Wendy’s evidently heard it, as she smiles, and shrugs.
“Did it hurt? Yeah, it did a bit. Not as much as, say, Emma MacNamara’s lead pipe. But I certainly didn’t appreciate it, no. But the Cardinal got what he wanted, and Trinity didn’t tap, and I suppose she gets to walk around acting like getting disqualified is somehow an accomplishment, so... I’m sure they’re happy, for whatever reason. Other than that though, I had a lot of fun, and we raised over a half million dollars for the red cross, and I guess got quite a bit of blood donated too, so all in all I’d say Byte This is a success, and hopefully it won’t be fourteen months until the next one. And of course, since Amanda Saint will be out of FFW... hopefully once and for all.. by the end of Relentless, we should have a fifth one lined up fairly quickly. I dunno... maybe we can get them to hold it at the White River State Park?”
Another cheap hometown crowd pop, at the thought of a Byte This occuring right where they are standing. Wendy grins, but holds up her hands, as if saying, ‘hang on, guys’.
“Now, don’t get too excited, I’m not making any promises. But I’ll put the word into Cody’s ear, and maybe we can get something going. For now though, let’s just be happy that FFW has come to the Circle City today, and we’re in store for a HECK of a Breaking Point from the Banker’s Life Fieldhouse tonight. Because after one grueling match since coming back to FFW... Wendy Briese is making her triumphant homecoming tonight.”
Another hometown pop. Wendy grins.
“Thank God for Byte This though, otherwise instead of ‘Wendy Briese’s homecoming!’ everyone would be saying ‘WHY HASN’T SHE LEFT YET?!’”
Light laughter at the joke. Wendy cringes, realizing it’s fallen flat.
“So, tonight I’m going to be facing Katherine Stryfe, and let’s just say, I’ve been hoping for this one for a while.”
“Kat said it on Twitter a few days ago, so most of you know by now that I’ve already beaten her in a match. Most of you don’t know the whole story about that... you see, it was a couple of years ago... I had actually just joined FFW, but I was still in another company that has now since gone defunct. Kat was there too, and once night, well, she just didn’t show up for her match. I was backstage, and I had just seen her in FFW a couple days before that, so I mentioned how disappointed I was that she wasn’t able to make it. Well, someone took that as me calling her out, so they booked me against her on the next show.”
Wendy’s voice has changed remarkably. She’s no longer in hometown fan-fave pep talk mode. She actually sounds somewhat angry.
“Kat never apologized, not to the ownership, and certainly not to the fans she had jilted. She never even bothered to explain why she hadn’t shown up. The next show, she simply walked down to the ring, and gave me one of the most lethargic efforts I had ever been up against, lost fairly quickly, and then just walked up the ramp, never to wrestle in that company again. Nothing like the Kat Stryfe I’d heard of, or seen elsewhere. It was, I’ll be honest, one of the worst matches I’d ever been in. That’s why you don’t see me standing here bragging about it. It was an embarassment, and I felt bad for the fans who had paid money hoping to see a great match.”
“But as I was walking up the ring after that match, I just started thinking. I thought back to my introductory show in FFW, when Kat cut a promo for her main event match in which she was high... or pretended to be high... I don’t know which, and I really don’t care, because the whole thing was a debacle. Then I remembered the next week, when she lashed out at Ms. Star for making her defend her title against Camilla, calling her stupid and gullible for not liking HER being irresponsible on camera. Then I thought about her jilting the fans in that other company... and her pathetic match with me. And that’s when I realized that Katherine Stryfe has one of the worst attitudes of any professional wrestler I’d ever seen in my life.”
The crowds actually quiet, with even a nervous tension in the air. Obviously, this wasn’t the direction they were expecting the White Knight to go. But Wendy’s pacing back and forth, not even noticing the lack of cheering, so intent is she on her words.
“And here we are, two years later, and Katherine has done absolutely nothing to change my opinion. And the worst thing is... Kat’s not going to deny this. She takes PRIDE in her rotten attitude. Like frequently being equivocated with a female dog is an ACCOMPLISHMENT or something. Well... she’s WRONG. DEAD wrong. Her accomplishments in the ring are numerous, yes, but in her mind... all this embittered garbage she spews doesn’t make her some sort of a tough person. It doesn’t make her a psychological master. All it’s gotten her is a two year blue-streak of griping and moaning and bitterness that’s alienated pretty much every single person in this company, and possibly this industry with her attitude. And at this point, I’m absolutely sick of it. And I doubt I’m the only one!”
Someone who’s either a huge Wendy fan or hates Kat Stryfe yells out “YEAH!”, which eases the tension the crowd was feeling from the angry redhead. Even Wendy pauses, rubbing her nose in an attempt to keep herself from laughing at the outburst. Finally, she regains enough composure to continue.
“Heck, I know for a fact I’m not the only one who’s sick of Kat Stryfe’s sniffing and moaning and whining about anything that happens in this company that tilts the spotlight away from her. We saw it just this week. The announcers for Season Ten of Future Shock are announced, and Misty Whitmore gets the selection. And what do we see? Kat Stryfe throwing a tantrum over Twitter. Of course I wasn’t chosen! I’m more experienced and I have tag titles! I’m never applying again! WAH!”
Wendy scrunches up her face in a mock pout. This draws a little more laughter, but Wendy simply rolls her eyes in exasperation, and continues.
“My six year old daughter acts better to disappointment. Did it ever occur to Kat that no one in their right mind would EVER put her behind the microphone of one of our shows on a regular basis? For starters, most people would rather their Friday nights not be ruined by some bitter HAG raining misery down on them in between obsessively trying to remind us all how great she is...”
“Second of all, who would trust her? A person who’s put on that microphone is supposed PROMOTE this company, and could you trust Kat with THAT task? This is the woman who called a significant portion of our roster COWARDS because they wouldn’t take matches in another company. That they somehow would not do as well in the ring outside of Femme Fatale Wrestling. Just think about that logic for a second. I don’t even know where to begin... is there some magic circle in FFW that somehow makes exclusive wrestlers better than they actually are? If so, could someone tell me where it is, because I think its only fair that I get in on these ridiculous super powers!”
More laughter, and this time Wendy does grin at the rather ludicrous notion.
“I have wrestled in eleven other companies over the years, so I think at this point I’m a pretty good judge of talent, and I can tell you that the vast majority of women in Femme Fatale Wrestling would do BRILLIANTLY in any company they went to. But why would we WANT them to go elsewhere? THIS is our company, right here! This is our HOME! What do other companies offer that FFW can’t? The chance to wrestle men? Well, I’ve done that, many times over many years, and I can tell you it’s a different challenge, but not necessarily harder. Some of the toughest opponents I ever faced are women, most of them right here, and I’ll get honest, some of the guys out there... you ever been put in a headlock by a guy who didn’t put on deodorant?”
Some groaning from the fans, and Wendy makes a disgusted face, but she presses on.
“But as asinine and illogical as it is for Kat to say something like that, it’s even more insulting. To say that our best women would get the snot knocked out of them in another company says that FFW is second-rate. That we’re like some mid-major of professional wrestling, and Camilla Pazzini’s like Ball State. Oh, she does fine and dandy here in the MAC, but let’s put her in the Big Ten... “
Wendy swings her hand back and forth, as if she’s slapping around an invisible opponent in front of her.
“You ever watch MACtion? Do you think the announcers sit there in the booth, spending the entire game talking about how badly those teams would get their butts whooped by Wisconsin? Would we want someone doing the same thing here in FFW, on one of our television shows, even if it were true? And it’s NOT true. Oh dear god its not true, and you send anyone who says so to me, and I’ll set them straight. I’m not going to go around putting other companies down and saying we’re vastly superior, but I do know we’re not INFERIOR. I do know that this is one of the greatest wrestling companies this planet has ever seen, and I am PROUD to call myself a Femme Fatale, and if Kat Stryfe isn’t the same way, then why the HECK is she even here?”
“Say what you will about the Power Trip and their methods, and boy is there a lot to say... but at least they have SOME pride in this place. At least they’re not on Twitter bashing the company and its wrestlers in some sick twisted method of justifying their own failures. As much as I’m not a fan of a woman like Isabella Pazzini holding our top belt, I don’t want Katherine Stryfe representing this company in ANY aspect. Not as an announcer, and especially not as a champion. And I cannot WAIT until Relentless, when Eileen Amaro is going to kindly REMOVE that belt from Kat and give us an Evolution Champion that doesn’t throw heaps of embittered misery all over the place!.”
This draws a pop for Eileen. Wendy only waits a second before continuing, and the pop begins to die down.
“And it’s not about ability here. Katherine Stryfe is an AMAZING wrestler, and there’s no disputing that. She’s got, what, now? Six separate title reigns in FFW? You don’t get that by being a lousy wrestler. In fact, it’d be almost SCARY how good Katherine Stryfe would be if her attitude DIDN’T suck. But I suppose Kat thinks it makes her more credible if no one else in the company can stand her.”
“I mean, who would? Kat Stryfe is the first to cry, very loudly, and very shrilly, at the teensiest hint that someone might be disrespecting her, which happens early and often, don’t you know? Especially where her accomplishments are concerned. I don’t know if many of you know this, but she IS the only Grand Slam Champion in FFW history...”
“But nobody cares, because nobody respects her. At least that’s what she wants us all to believe. The truth is... she’s probably right. We SHOULD acknowledge more the amazing feat that she’s managed to pull off. The thing is, she’s got no one to blame but herself for it, because its the way she treats others that overshadows and tarnishes her accomplishments. She tries to shove her accolades down our throat again and again and again. The problem is... most people have gag reflexes, and for a reason. When something is shoved down our throat, the gag reflex kicks in, and the end result is generally not very pretty. That’s why instead of gleaming in the sunlight of her radience, most of her titles and trophies are covered with icky little piles of mush.”
For the second time in the promo, Wendy looks disgusted just thinking about it, and several more people in the audience groan at her analogy.
“She can claim she’s earned the right to brag all she wants, and perhaps she has, but she can’t stop for one second and think that maybe she’s being a bit counterproductive to herself. Because when it comes down to it, respect is a two way street here. To get some... you’re probably going to have to give some. And when has she given her opponent the slightest hint of respect? Just look back at the tapes of her previous interviews. Desirae Kain’s the champion of champions of Future Shock. I think most of us could respect that... but not Katherine Stryfe! Oh no, Desirae’s a joke who didn’t have to earn ANYTHING, and... oh look. Desirae Kain’s apparently one of us MANY FFW Wrestlers who couldn’t cut it anywhere else.”
Wendy rolls her eyes again.
“Jennifer Williams of course is stupid, and has led such an amazingly easy life... something I strongly doubt, considering all that we’ve seen what kind of man her brother is, and heard about what her family’s been through. But, of course, Kat Stryfe has to be the ONLY one who’s suffered any sort of real life hardship, because otherwise that would take the spotlight away from her. And I’m not making light of what Kat’s been through, I know she’s been through tough times, and she’s going through one right now. But that does NOT excuse the way she treats other people, nor does it give her a right to look down on ANYONE.”
“Then there’s Camilla Pazzini, who didn’t deserve to be in the Femme For All because she’d taken some time off after being injured in the Ultraviolence Championship. And of course she SAT on the Ultraviolence title, which is a huge disgrace. Funny thing about that... the longest lull between defenses Camilla had was from March Seventeenth to May Twenty-Sixth... which would be seventy days for those of you keeping track. Kat’s is CURRENTLY sitting at seventy-six days... and we’re looking at another month until Relentless, so Kat might want to check her numbers the next time she ever accuses ANYONE of sitting on a title...”
“I don’t even care what she says about me, because when it comes to having opinions, Kat’s credibility is pretty much shot. I know she said that I should have been FFW Champion by this point... and that actually offends the heck out of me. I KNOW she doesn’t respect me... her attitude the first time we met suggests that. The only reason she said something like that was to try and make her own opinions seem not so selfish. It’s a classic semantic trick... pretend someone else is the victim so that you don’t look like its all about you. Well, no one believed it then, and no one believes it now, especially since Kat accused me yesterday of trying to win favors with Mr. Kincaid, when I offered to pay half his fine. Dont’ let whatever she says fool you, guys. her actions have proven that Kat respects me no more than she respects Desirae, Camilla, or Scarlett...”
“SPEAKING of Scarlett, she’s of course the overrated hack who owes her entire career to being married to Cody Kincaid. Neverminding that she BEAT Kat Stryfe... everything she’s ever accomplished in this company’s tainted because of who’s she’s married to... right. Now listen. I’m not happy with what Scarlett did at Chaos Theory, and I’m certainly not thrilled with her explanation, nor her attitude about this whole thing... but if I had to listen to this IDIOT spreading lies about me unchecked for two years, I’d probably go a little bonkers too!”
A pop from the crowd, and Wendy smirks a bit mischieviously.
“Yes, I called Kat an idiot, mainly because I’d rather not say any of the OTHER things I’m thinking of here. That’s probably got her in a tizzy, because lord knows in her minds the ‘good girls’ are only supposed to talk about rainbows and lollipops and unicorns and how super spiffy it is to be facing the most decorated wrestler in FFW history... except EVERYONE has their point of tolerance, and I cleared mine with this woman about two years ago. I’ve just been waiting for the right time to let it all out, and golly gee, tonight sure seems to be it.”
Another pop, and Wendy’s smile disappears, as she paces back and forth on the stage.
“I can only hope that she views this match as more worth her time than she did our previous meeting. I don’t see why she won’t... she seems to be at least giving more of a dang INSIDE the ring, however the way she acts outside of it. But this is still a miserable wretch we’re looking at, and one that I’ve just about had my fill of. So it doesn’t matter if we get the Kat who won the FFW Championship, or the Kat who phoned it in against me two years ago... I’m going all out either way, just like I do every match. And I’m going to get that win, send the good people of Indianapolis home happy, and kickstart what I hope to become a run to the FFW Championship.”
“As far as Kat goes, maybe this will serve as a wake up call, but I doubt it. She’ll keep letting her own attitude tarnish her own legacy, while all the while blaming everyone around for her own doing. Maybe one day she’ll figure it out, and realize that she’s the one who needs to do the polishing.”
“I guarantee you that we’ll all be much better off for it. Thanks guys! I hope to see all of you tonight at the show!”
‘Elevation’ begins to play over the loudspeaker, and the crowd cheers. Wendy gives a few more waves, and then hands her microphone to a man that appears to be an emcee. As she walks to the back, the scene fades.
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