From the private diary of Theresa Thompson
Wendsday July 16 2014
So Mom got me this diary for my birthday, and told me it’s a great way for me to write down my thoughts. This seems kind of dorky, but Mom says that she writes in it whenever she wants to say something, but she can’t. That’s weird, because Mom always gets time on TV to say what ever she wants pretty much when ever she wants. Except she has to show tack and keep up appearances. I don’t really know what that means, but I’d much rather call Clinton Sickles a stupid mean idiot on television than I would in a book.
Any ways. My birthday went rather well. We went to Fun Fun Mountain and played mini-golf. I even got to ride a gokart, because I’m old enough now! It was kind of scary, so I didnt go very fast. I think Daddy was sad watching me. He said that driving was a bad place to have mommy’s jeans, but I wasn’t even wearing jeans.
Mom’s getting stressed though, with her big match coming up. She’s spending really long hours practicing now, and seems so tired in the evning, but she gets up and does it again. I know she wants to win the FFW Title back, but she seems even more nervous this time than when she faced Val. I don’t think she likes Mika like she did Val, which is bad for Mika because if she beat up Val so bad when she likes her, she’s going to really beat up Mika!
Unless Mika wins. Then Mom’s going to be pretty sad and angry. And she’ll send Fireball away for certain. I don’t want that to happen. She hasn’t said anything about giving her up, but I know from the way she looks at Fireball that as soon as she gets a chance, and Dad’s going to let her once July’s over. I know because I heard her telling Dad about it right after we got the dog, and time is running out.
So I need her to win. Because maybe then Mom will be so happy about being Champion again that she’ll forget that she doesn’t like Fireball, and then I’ll get to keep her. If not, maybe we’ll run away together. I’m not letting her take Fireball! I swear it!
Anyways, that’s all I have for now. Maybe I’ll write again tomorrow. It did kind of feel good to say some things.
Bye!
Theresa
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Tuesday July 22, 2014
3:13 PM Eastern Daylight Time
The Nest- Kitchenette
Indianapolis, Indiana
“She’s like a golden apple of discord,” Wendy Briese sighed as she watched the screen on her laptop, where the main event of the previous evening’s Aggression was playing out. “She’s the real enemy, both of them know that, and there they are squabbling with each other…” She sighed, shaking her head at the arguing duo of Ryan Sheffield and Anders Stark. “Anders needs to just walk away at this point and let Ryan work and Ryan… just focus.”
“Keep watching” came her manager’s voice over the computer’s speakers, courtesy of Skype. “Although I should probably tell you any scouting opportunities in this match are behind us now. It’s just…”
“Oh look, there’s Samara,” Wendy deadpanned as the camera cut to Mika Demidov’s friend and Team Kyle-compatriot come down to the ring, obviously with bad intentions in mind. “No, Ryan… don’t look at her… look at… Mika.”
But it was too late, as the latter had grabbed Ryan, rolling him up with a blatant use of the tights she couldn’t believe the referee had missed. She sighed again as the bell rang to the jeers of the crowd. “Of course.”
“Told ya it was bad,” Pollaski said sympathetically as Wendy shut the video window, then saved and exited the Notepad file on which she had been taking notes. “Team Kyle lets her steal another one.”
“Yeah…” Wendy said, taking a deep breath as she stared at the skype window. “Is that what I’m in for Saturday Night?”
“Tough to say. On one hand, she’s been a good girl in FFW for the past couple of months, at least as far as clean matches go. On the other hand, we’ve been seeing what she’ll stoop to in SVW during regular matches. So when her back’s against the wall, and it’s truly and honestly that title on the line, well…”
Pollaski may have left the definitive answer hanging, but Wendy got the gist of it. “Yeah…”
“Eh, don’t worry. I’d love any excuse in the world to commit war crimes on Samara Steele’s face if the opportunity presents itself. Or Marla. Or Sylvia. I’ll keep them off you.”
“And what if more than one member of Team Kyle comes out?” Wendy asked, somewhat amused by Pollaski’s bravado, even if it did have some merit.
There was a pause. “Hrm… maybe you better just work on finishing that match as qick as you possibly can before the harem even has a chance to try anything,” Pollaski suggested. “Stay focused off the get go and keep up the pressure. Like, y’know,the exact opposite of hwo you did Unstoppable last year.”
“Okay, that’s not even fair,” Wendy proclaimed defensively. “Isabella and I were having a MOMENT… and then she just…”
“Pulled an Isabella?”
“... Pulled...a...yeah…” Wendy admitted. “Look, I’m not exactly going to be having any kind of sentimentality with Mika here. There’s not going to be any hugs or handshakes or anything like that, even if it were Mika’s last match in FFW… not that I’d complain if it actually were.”
“You really don’t like her, do you?” Pollaski asked, no small amount of amusement in his voice.
“You have no idea…” Wendy said softly turning around and looking out the window. Out in the backyard she could see Theresa playing with Fireball, throwing the ball for the goldendoodle puppy. Fireball seemed to grasp the concept of “Chase”, however, “retrieve” seemed to be a bit of a foreign concept, as it would only take a few steps back towards Theresa before dropping the ball and seemingly forgetting about it.
Stupid animal, Wendy thought. The two months grace period she had allowed with the dog hadn’t done much to change her opinion at all. Even though Fireball was now housetrained (for the most part), she was still managing to leave messes all over the place. Just this morning Wendy had found her favorite pair of slippers shredded all over the master bedroom, and just yesterday somehow the kitchen garbage can had been knocked over and scattered all over the house. It was just too much chaos, more than she could handle, and she couldn’t wait to be rid of it.
And yes, she knew that Theresa would be upset by seeing her dog disappear, but in truth, that was Terrence’s fault. He was the one who had impulsively put false hope in their daughter’s mind, and created an unsustainable situation. Damn him for making her play the bad guy…
“... well anyways, I got Terrence and Theresa’s passes in the mail today for Unstoppable, so I’ll drop them off the next time I come over.” Pollaski’s voice butted into her thoughts, drawing her attention away from the window.
“Hunh? Oh…” Wendy shook her head to focus. “Might as well return them. They’re not coming.”
“They’re not?” Pollaski’s voice was surprised.
Wendy shook her head- a meaningless gesture considering the Skype call was audio only. “Nope. You know it’s Brickyard week. He’s got his ARCA race Friday Night, and the Nationwide people want to meet with him on Saturday, so he’s going to stay in town. He’ll watch on TV, of course.”
“Of course…” Pollaski said in a sympathetic tone. “Still it sucks that he’s going to miss your match… and your Hall of Fame induction ceremony.”
“Well, he was always going to miss the ceremony” Wendy said with a shrug. “It’s probably for the better anyways. I won’t have any distractions for the match, then, and I can focus on downing Mika, and getting that title back.” In truth, she wasn’t sure if she felt irritated about Terrence’s decision to skip attending Unstoppable or not. On one hand, maybe having Terrence away WOULD help her focus, but on the other hand, she wasn’t happy that he was still expressing an interest in racing in the Nationwide series, especially with him meeting with some owners while she was otherwise preoccupied.
“Alright. We’ll, I’ll give Eileen a call. Maybe she’s got some sick kid who could use the passes. Put them to a good cause.”
“That’s a great idea!” Wendy agreed. “Yeah, and then she could…”
Her voice trailed off as the sounds outside changed. Fireball was growling and snarling, and Wendy turned around just in time to watch the goldendoodle charge at Theresa, taking her out by the legs, sending the eight year old tumbling down into the grass with a shriek. Wendy lost sight of her daughter as the line of sight was interrupted by their backyard deck, but she could hear the shrieks turning to bloodcurdling screams, still combined with the vicious growls and snarls of the dog.
“Oh my God…” Wendy said, her blood running cold as she realized what was happening. “DanIGottaGo” she shrieked, leaping to her feet and running out of the house, flinging open the back door, not even hearing Pollaski’s startled response coming from the computer.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God…” Wendy said, her heart leaping into her throat as her daughter’s screames echoed in her ears. She sprinted to the stars of the deck, sprinting down them, her only thought on getting to her daughter.
No, not her only thought…
For deep down inside her, shamefully, appallingly, came another far more triumphant exclamation that disgusted the rest of her for it even crossing her mind.
“I knew it!”
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