Tuesday September 7, 2010
PWX Arena- Backstage
Crown Point, Indiana
11:25 PM Local Time
Disturbed’s “Liberate” continued to play as Terrence Thompson shoved the curtain aside and strolled into the backstage area, immediately dodging several bustling stagehands. Jeremiah Belmont was still down in the ring celebrating his reclamation of the PWX title, but for all intents and purposes, Adrenaline Forty-Five was over.
“Nice job” Terrence was surprised by the words, and he turned to watch his manager saunter through the crowd up to him.
“Thanks,” Terrence replied, shrugging nonchalantly. “I had fun out there commentating.”
Pollaski nodded, and, watching their step so as not to get in anyone’s way, the two made their way down the hallways, heading back towards the Birdz locker room. “Was that who you wanted to win?” he finally asked, once they had gotten clear of the majority of the maelstorm.
Terrence shrugged. “Honestly, it didn’t really matter. I just wanted to know. Now that I know it’s Jeremiah, I can plan accordingly.”
Pollaski nodded. “I was hoping it’d be Wright myself. Jeremiah’s got a chip on his shoulder over all that’s happened to him. That’s going to make him more dangerous.”
Terrence chuckled softly, and smiled at his manager. “Good That’ll just make for a better match. I’d hate to finally win the Grand Prix title in a snoozer, after all.”
“Terry!”
Terrence whirled around at the feminine voice echoing down the hallway, and he was surprised to see his wife jogging towards him. Like Terrence, Wendy had already changed back into her street clothes, but her face was flushed with excitement as she approached her husband and manager.
“Terrence reached out his arms as she approached, and caught his wife, giving her a quick hug and kiss, before releasing her. Wendy smiled at her husband. “I saw that Jeremiah won,” she said/ “Good for him- he needed something to go right.”
Terrence slowly nodded in agreement. With all the crap Jeremiah had to put up with involving his wife, and the Grand Prix Title, and everything else, Jeremiah had become quite the sympathetic fan favorite.
“Its a shame he’s going to only hold it a couple of weeks,” Pollaski interjected. “That belt is ours at Civil War.”
Wendy nodded, her face growing ever brighter. “I know. And I’m excited. Jer and Terry should be a great match”
Terrence nodded. “What are you doing out here?” he suddenly asked. “I’d figured you’d be back in the locker room getting us ready to go.
“I was talking to JPO,” Wendy replied, and then, although Terrence wasn’t quite sure how it was even physically possible, her smile grew even wider. “He’s just about to announce our team for Civil War- and he’s already told me our match for next week.”
“Great,” Terrence said. “What is it?”
“There’s going to be a best of three series of matches between members of the Cartel and resistance,” Wendy began, “The winners will get to control the cage at Civil War, and gain a tremendous advantage in the match. We’re the second match.”
“We?” Terrence asked, slightly surprised. While Terrence definitely shared the same feelings as those who were actively opposing Hollywood, Terrence was not going to be in the final match, as he would be competing for the Grand Prix Championship instead.
Wendy nodded. “We’re facing John Pariah and Lillith. The Tag Titles are on the line as well.”
Terrence arched an eyebrow at his wife. “Why would JPO make us defend our tag titles as well?”
“Probably because given John’s track record with those belts, merely putting them on the line guarantees you guys the win,” Pollaski chuckled.
Terrence laughed, and even Wendy smiled a little at that.
“Well, that’s good,” Terrence said. “Even if I won’t be fighting with you guys at the Civil War, I can certainly do my part this week. What are the other two matches?”
“Jacob Wright faces Brian Willett, and Darin Zion fights Brian Hollywood.” Wendy replied, grimacing slightly as she mentioned the latter match.
Terrence groaned. “Well, hopefully Jacob Wright will beat Willett,” Terrence said, “Although I don’t see how he possibly could after what happened out there tonight.”
“I saw that,” Wendy said, quickly turning somber. “Is he okay?”
Terrence shrugged. “I think so, actually. I mean, that dislocation was gross, but if he didn’t damage the joints too much, he could make a pretty quick recovery. But that Willett guy, you know he’s going to target that shoulder.”
Wendy nodded, and sighed. “So even if we win our own match, we could still lose the series. Zion and Hollywood could go either way.
“Yeah, well, don’t worry about Wright, Willett, Zion or Hollywood,” Terrence told her. “That will all be out of our control. Let’s focus on winning our match andretaining our titles, and THEN we’ll worry about who wins the series.”
Wendy smiled slightly at her husband’s advice, and nodded. “It’s a good idea. I’m nowhere near ready to surrender these belts yet. Especially to a member of the Cartel.”
Terrence chuckled. “Neither am I. Okay, let’s get back to that locker room, and get out of here. We’ve got a long drive tomorrow.”
Wendy and Pollaski both nodded, and the three Birdz quickly resumed their march back down the hall.
==================================================
Thursday September 9, 2010
The Nest- Living Room
Indianapolis, Indiana
2:10 PM Local Time
[So after spending Labor Day weekend out in Washington State, and then heading immediately to Adrenaline afterwards, the Birdz have finally returned home to Indianapolis for a well-deserved couple days of rest.]
[Even better- no dead animals in the garage this time]
[So, once again, we find ourselves in The Nest’s living room, with Terrence Thompson sitting in his La-Z-Boy recliner, although the chair isn’t reclined at this particular time. Terrence is, of course, wearing that ever-present sardonic smirk on his face, and his posture suggests a mixture of amusement and annoyance. After a pause to make sure the camera is fully ready, Terrence holds up three fingers.]
“Third verse... same as the first.”
[Grin]
“Except John’s even more annoying, and his partner is worse.”
[Terrence chuckles at his bit of poetry.]
“When Wendy and I decided to make a run for the PWX Tag Team Championships last June, we had two goals in mind. We thought teaming together would heal the cracks that had developed in our relationship. And we wanted to restore honor and prestige to a tag division that had become devalued by worthless champions and stupid gimmick matches.”
[A small shrug]
“The first has been a rousing success. The bond between Wendy and I is stronger than ever. I’m not saying our marraige is PERFECT, but the bitterness and resentment that had formed the cracks in our foundation has been healed.”
[A genuine smile from Terrence now, as he briefly seems to reminisce on all that he and his wife have gone through together.]
“Our second goal, well, that remains a work in progress. Wendy and I have twice now defended these titles with dignity and honor, giving our best in matches, but unfortunately, the calibur of our opponents have been... lacking. And with solid tag teams like Project: Knightfall having departed us, and the Belmonts still on the outs, the woes of the PWX Tag Division seem to continue.”
[Scoff]
“But who in their right mind thought the solution to the problem was to repeatedly throw at us the exact same guy who devalued the division in the first place?”
[Terrence gives the camera a lopsided smile, shaking his head in befuddled amusement.]
“Now, don’t get me wrong. John Pariah is good. Not so much at wrestling, mind you, but at fooling people into thinking he actually matters around here anymore. He’s developed, what? Sixteen different nicknames for himself, to make him sound trendy. He comes up with cute catch phrases such as ‘The Cartel... ALWAYS a five star affair’. And he Twitters like he’s some big shot who rubs elbows with the best of the best.”
[Terrence pauses for a second, his eyes growing slightly wider as he realizes that what he just said could implicate him one who actually gives a flying shit about Twitter.]
“At least that’s what Wendy tells me...”
[Ah, Crisis averted]
“But peel away the wrappings of John Pariah’s facade, and you get a man who hasn’t won a match in over a month. You get a man who has to rely on massive gangs and backstage attacks to accomplish anything, and even then, all the gains he makes are soon erased the moment he steps into the ring”
[Another amused headshake]
“But it’s never his fault, is it? Think on this- Pariah has had four tag team partners so far this year. Three of them, Wild, Norcia, and Tyler Graves, Pariah himself orchestrated a beatdown on them to drive them from the PWX after he discovered that they weren’t good enough to carry him to glory. If I were Brian Hollywood- I’d be watching my back after the Resistance wins the Civil War, that’s for sure.”
[Not that he’d mind someone else kicking the shit out of Hollywood for a change.]
“But, this time it’s gonna be different, right?”
[Heh... right]
“Well, I guess if you can’t beat ‘em, or join ‘em, you might as well emulate ‘em. Because now its Pariah’s ex-wife Lillith Morgan standing beside him.”
[Terrence pauses for just a second, his brow furrowed as if confused. He looks up at the camera.]
“Seriously?”
[Pause]
“I just want to make sure I have the stipulations of this match right. The PWX World Tag Team Titles are on the line, as well as helping decide which side controls the key for the Seventh Circle match at Civil War.”
[Yup, he’s got it right]
“All that on the line, and they decide to put Lillith Morgan in there?”
[To be fair, she looked damn good beating up her sister back at Full Throttle]
[Like, DAYUM good]
“The Cartel must be REALLY banking on winning the other two matches.”
[Zing]
“I mean, hell, the last time Lillith was in the ring against us, she was trying to interfere against us during John’s LAST failed attempt to take the tag titles. If I recall, Wendy came in, and kicked her out in about six seconds flat.”
[A disdainful snort.]
“If they want the tag belts, by all means, they can try to come and get them. But Wendy and I plan on holding these belts for a long time, and we’re sure as hell not going to let them fall into the hands of an idiot like Pariah again. After all, we’re trying to SAVE the division here, not destroy it.”
[Another scoff. Terrence shifts his position just a tad, and continues.]
“But come Tuesday night, there is NOTHING that’s going to save John Pariah and Lillith Morgan from being the third successful defense of our tag titles.”
[Shrug]
“Just the way it always will be.”
[Fade]
No comments:
Post a Comment