From the private journal of Wendy Briese
7-9-13
Well, that didn’t go so well.
For the first time since coming back from my injury, I’ve been on the losing side of a match, as my teaming with Spectral Fantasia ended in a defeat to the Power Trip. I know conventional wrestling logic says that I should at least take solace in the fact that I wasn’t the one who took the fall. But I hardly find it to be any more of a consolation that I was stunned on the outside of the ring, unable to help Val as she lay helpless. A loss is a loss, and while some sting more than others, they all invariably stink.
What stinks even more is that I think it was Spectra Fantasia’s first loss as a tag team ever, at least where FFW is concerned. Undefeated as a unit, until they team with Wendy Briese. Then they lose. I was teaming with Pink, Inc. when they took their first ever loss too. I’m 3-5 in tag matches since joining FFW! And the only times I ever won were with CRYSTAL HILTON!
At least no one’s calling me a mere tag team specialist anymore. Now everyone’s just wondering how I won eight tag titles in the first place. Why can’t I do with another partner what I did with Terrence?
Well, at least I don’t have to face that question for a little while. Unstoppable is next for me, and Isabella Pazzini. A match that’s been brewing for quite some time, since at least before I threw Isabella’s phone in the hallway last year after she jumped Stacey Mackenzie. I knew sooner or later we were going to face, and I’ve actually been looking forward to it, because there’s a lot of things I need to say to her, both on a verbal and physical level.
But this is her last match ever. After Unstoppable, Isabella takes her Hall of Fame induction, and steps away from wrestling forever. Which means that I have one chance at this. That only ups the ante a little bit more, because there’s absolutely no thought of a rematch. Its Saturday night in Houston, and then that’s it. Anything I do, it will be remembered forever. And anything I don’t... will be gone forever.
No pressure, eh?
It’s going to be a busy month. July normally is, with Theresa’s birthday next Monday, and the PPV, and of course Terrence’s month long break in ARCA comes to an end. And of course getting ready for my own training facility to fully open in late September when I’m finally done with that idiotic health club. And of course that infernal race track. That thing is becoming a bigger problem than it’s worth.
But then, what would life be without a few of those?
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Thursday July 10, 2013
The Nest- Dining Room
Indianapolis, Indiana
3:28 PM Local Time
“I don’t get it,” Wendy Briese sighed as she stared at the stacks of paper strewn about the table. “The economy is terrible, unemployment is nearly eight percent, and we don’t have a single qualified applicant.”
“Well, what about this guy,” Terrence said, holding up a sheet of paper and showing it to her. “He says he has facility management experience.”
“Of a lemonade stand when he was six.” Wendy replied, her eyes narrowed as she read the paper. “I’m not sure that and being an assistant manager at Taco Bell makes you qualified to run a race track, Terrence.”
“WEll, we gotta take a chance on someone.”
“No! No chances!” Wendy shot back fervently. “Terry, if we’re not careful with this, this track could completely DRAIN us of everything we’ve worked for, and everything we’ve set up for Theresa. I’m not taking that risk. Whoever we get, they have to be competent, reliable, and most of all, trustworthy!”
“But that could take years,” Terrence grumbled, gesturing at all the papers stacked on the table.
“Yes, it could.” Wendy said simply. On the tip of her tongue was the reprimand that he should have thought of that BEFORE he had shelled out a hundred grand on a completely unusable tract of land, but she didn’t feel like getting into another argument about it. Terrence was already well aware of her displeasure of the situation.
“And you’re sure you can’t get that Paige girl?”
“No,” Wendy sighed. “Jenny made it perfectly clear that wasn’t going to be happening, and after that little hissyfit she threw, I’d rather not go through any of that again. And Paige herself pretty much said she wasn’t qualified. Kind of makes it hard to take her now over all these who say they are.”
No matter how far from the truth that seemed to be. She grabbed another resume, her eyes brightening as she began to read it. “Hey, here’s one who might...” but her voice trailed off as it flat out said the man had left his last company for refusing to let a woman boss him around. “Never mind,” she sighed, setting the resume aside, and turning to the next one.
In the front hall, she heard the door banging open, but didn’t look up. She knew it was her manager- he had long been given permission to come and go from the nest as he pleased, such as they trusted the obese Washingtonian- despite his ever growing incendiary temper.
Sure enough, Pollaski came strutting into the room, clapping Terrence hard on the back as he did, causing the stock car driver to lurch forward. “Hey-o.” The portly manager said, his usual customary greeting. He looked around at the two glum faces in front of him, and winced. “How goes the hunt?”
“Not well.” Wendy sighed, looking up. “Terry thinks my standards are too high, but...”
“Work that out with yourselves,” Pollaski said tersely, definitely not wanting to get into the middle of a debate. “How’s your shoulder?”
“Not bad,” Wendy said, although she winced and rubbed it as Pollaski’s words triggered a pang. “I’ve been taking it easy, icing it at night. I’ll be good to go. You have the video I asked for?”
“Of course,” Pollaski said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a couple of freshly burned DVDs. “Every Isabella Pazzini match in the past two years,” he said, sliding them onto the table. “I’d pay special attention to the one she had against Colleen at Cold Blooded. Col and you are pretty similar style wise, and she practically lay out a blueprint for bringing Bella down. Just don’t punch the damn ref.”
“I’ll try not to,” Wendy replied, smiling softly. “And thanks.” She looked to say something else, but ultimately decided not to, and sat quietly, looking down at the jewel,cases in her hands.
“Nervous?” Terrence asked, looking up from another resume- one extremely crinkled that had actually been handed in that way.
“No... well, maybe a little,” Wendy said, and she shrugged. “I was just thinking. When Isabella had her Hall of Fame induction ceremony, watching her accept it, and announce her retirement, I got choked up. She seemed genuinely grateful and touched for the honor, and I couldn’t help but think that this was a woman that wrestling was going to miss. Then she pulls the stunts she did against Serafina and Val, and now I can’t wait to get this over with, and have that dreadful woman out of our hair for good.”
Pollaski chuckled. “Isabella seems to inspire things like that. Respect and detestability. You have to admire her paradox.”
“Perhaps,” Wendy sighed. “But right now I’m just trying to think of what I’m going to say, and what I’m going to do once I get into the ring with her.” She grinned as she held up the DVD’s. “This will certainly help on the latter part.”
“And who knows?” Pollaski replied with a shrug. “Maybe it’ll give you some things to say for your promo too. You never know.”
“Maybe,” Wendy said again, with a small smile. She gestured over at the table again. “At the very least, this gives me something to look at besides waves upon waves of resumes.”
“Well, how about these?” Pollaski said brightly, reaching into his other pocket, and pulling out a small stack of glossy pamphlets. “Here’s the brochures on the places you were thinking about for Theresa’s birthday party next week.”
“Lifesaver, dude,” Terrence said, taking the brochures and thumbing through them.
“We should probably do those first,” Wendy added. “Theresa’s Birthday’s less than a week away, and we should have sent those details out ages ago.” She looked around at the papers. “Come on, let’s get this cleaned up and put in the office, and then we can figure it out.”
“Where is Theresa, anyways?” Pollaski asked. “Shouldn’t she be in on this?”
“Nah,” Terrence said. “She’s upstairs watching TV. But we’re trying to kinda surprise her with this. She thinks we’re spending her birthday in Pennylvania with Wendy’s Aunt Margaret.”
“Ooh,” Pollaski groaned sympathetically. “She hates your right now, doesn’t she?”
Terrence grinned. “You have NO idea... oops.” He looked down in dismay as the papers he was gathering up slipped from his hand to scatter onto the floor.”
WEndy sighed, glaring at Terrence. “Seriously? No, no, leave it. I’ll get it. I want to keep it somewhat organized. Just let me-” She set her own stack of papers down on the table, and knelt down, gathering the papers up and trying to look far less annoyed than she really was.
Terrence obediently made no move to help her, instead glancing down and wincing. “Sorry, hon,” he offered with an apologetic grimace.
“I know, I know,” Wendy said testily. “Just I don’t want to mix up the stacks we’ve gone through with the....” her voice trailed off as she looked down at the paper in her hand.
“What, what is it?” Terrence asked, concerned.
“I think I found someone.” WEndy said queitly, handing up the paper to Terrence. Terrence took one look and burst out laughing.
“No... no way. Are you serious, hon? HER?!”
“And why not?” Wendy protested.
Pollaski leaned in and glanced at the paper as well. “Hunh. I... wow. Not a bad idea actually. I’d say at least interview her.”
Terrence still looked incredulous, but Wendy simply grinned , quickly gathering up the rest of the papers, apparently no longer concerned about keeping them organized. “We’ll set something up for just after Theresa’s birthday!” She shot Pollaski a wink- a silent thank you for taking her side in the matter. And with that, she was scurrying away, to get rid of the papers in her hands.
Terrence looked back at his best friend and sighed. “This is going to end badly, dude.”
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