Saturday March 5, 2011
The RV- Main Cabin
Santa Monica, California
7:10 PM Local Time
[The scene opens up in the main cabin of the WhirlyBirdz’ RV. Terrence Thompson is sitting on the couch, reading a copy of NASCAR Weekly, while Wendy sits beside him, looking at the television. On the TV is CNN, which is showing the latest footage of the Libyan crisis. As Wendy watches, the news shows pictures of pro-Gaddafhi soldiers fleeing as angry rebels overtake their position. With a sigh, Wendy picks up the remote, and flips the TV off]
Wendy Briese: “Isn’t it remarkable how quickly people who thrive on oppression and tyranny flee the moment the ones they tread on rise up and decide to fight back?”
[Wendy turns towards the camera, pausing for a second, gauging her thoughts. Next to her, Terrence continues to read the magazine, although the occasional glance at his wife indicates that he’s definitely listening to her.]
WB: “We’re now two weeks removed from the conclusion of the Great Panda Bash, and the events that transpired to conclude the show. Terrence and I have watched the replay of the final attack several times, trying to make sure we had everything straight before we decided upon how to proceed.”
[Terrence snorts, and shakes his head]
Terrence Thompson: “Not much to decide. Didn’t need to watch that thing at all to know that those four fuckers just signed their death warrants.”
[Wendy responds with a grim look]
WB: “Still, it’s good to know how it played out, so at the very least we can prevent something like this from ever happening again. But after watching that horrible bat dear the flesh out of Belladonna, and Terrence bleed from his head thanks to Isabella’s chair shot, you know one thing that just made me sick to my stomach?
[Wendy pauses for a second, then sighs and shakes her head in disgust]
WB: “It was the smirk on the Syn City Syndicate’s face as they passed by Drake on their way up the ramp. That smug little smirk they had as they knew the chaos that was about to transpire. It was pure Schadenfreude.”
[At the odd word, Terrence looks up from his magazine, over at Wendy, a quizzical expression on his face]
TT: “Bless you?”
[Wendy rolls her eyes.]
WB: “Schadenfreude. It’s German, Terry. Literally, ‘taking pleasure in the suffering of others’. That was on Ace Andrews and Terrence Marvin’s faces, plain as day, the moment they saw that baseball bat.”
[Wendy smiles mockingly, although the fire burning in her emerald eyes indicates that she finds little humor in the situation]
WB: “What a great moment that must have been for you two. Probably made you feel so big inside- knowing that a single man was about to wreak more havoc in seven minutes than you two have collectively done over the past month. What great challengers you’re proving yourselves to be, letting someone else do your dirty work for you.”
WB: “But I’ve noticed something since that night. It’s almost remarkable how quickly the two of you clammed up after the Great Panda Bash went off the air. Interesting, considering that neither of you could shut up in the weeks beforehand about how great you were. Now, silence. Did Ace Andrews learn some humility after being trapped in the Banshee? Did the great Terrence Marvin decide to take a moment and rethink his strategy?”
[Scoff]
WB: “Hardly. You shut up, because we stood up.”
[Another grim smile from Wendy. Terrence, sensing his wife’s intensity, sets aside his magazine, the better to listen to her.]
WB: “The moment the Zoo 15 lineup went up, your fate was sealed. You hoped that Drakes surprise attack would knock us out of commission. You thought it would end the war right then and there.”
WB: “Well, to quote the famous Japanese Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto, ‘All you’ve done is awaken a sleeping giant, and fill him with a terrible resolve.’”
[Tora! Tora! Tora!]
WB: “Because now you have to face the united front of the Cherrybombs and the WhirlyBirdz, and trust me when I say that we’ll be more than able to coexist. Our rivalry was never personal- we’re not two enemy teams forced together by circumstance. The Birdz and the Bombs are two teams that have pushed each other to the limit several times, and the four of us all have a ton of respect for each other.”
[A slight smile of expectation]
WB: “Terrence and I are honored to stand side by side with Belladonna and Hayley Dark, and if it’s to drive away a common enemy that has sullied our great company, then so much the better.”
WB: “Can you say the same thing for your partners? Can the Syn City Syndicate and the Anti-Social Network seriously look each other in the eye with any amount of trust and respect? Or will one of you shove the other aside the moment it becomes convenient to do so.”
[Wendy shakes her head, as if she already knows the answer]
WB: “Unfortunately for you, Terry, Ace, your ‘allies’ track record speaks for itself.”
WB: “If there’s anyone in this company that is truly a dangerous person, it’s Joey Flash. He’s ruthless, cold, calculating, and most importantly, he’s achieved some measure of success through his methods. In a way, he reminds me a lot of my father...”
[Wendy involuntarily shudders, but manages to continue]
WB: “But the glory of professional wrestling is- once that bell rings, all those layers and subterfuge are easily ripped away. Everything becomes simple- all you have to do is beat your opponent. All his scheming will mean nothing if he can’t back it up in the ring, and I hope I can be the one to expose him, and show the world that Joey Flash is just as beatable as anyone else in this business.”
WB: “Of course, I’ll have to get through his new ‘friend’ first... Drake.”
[Wendy’s face immediately turns into an expression of digust.]
WB: “You seem to fancy yourself as some-sort of wild psychotic, like a villain in a horror movie. You talk of hanging people from meathooks, like in the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, or making reference to the Blair Witch Project. It’s almost as if you’re auditioning to be the next Jason Voorhees.”
[Terrence interrupts with a chuckle, forcing Wendy to look over at him. Terrence flashes that mischievous grin he’s so famous for.]
TT: “Heh, I’d have put him more along the lines of Norman Bates from Psycho. After all, ‘a boy’s best friend is his mother!’”
[Wendy nods and smiles placidly, as if she’s not quite understanding, and merely tolerating, what her husband just said. She turns back to the camera, opening her mouth to speak, before she remembers the aspects of Drake’s bio. Her head immediately snaps back to Terrence in a classic double-take, her expression scandalized]
WB: “Terrence Thompson, that is NOT funny.”
[Terrence’s grin seems to indicate he thinks otherwise]
TT: “Sorry, hon. Couldn’t resist.”
[Wendy sighs, and shakes her head, turning back to the camera]
WB: “Drake, unfortunately for you, this isn’t a real horror movie. You’re not dealing with lost travelers who’s car broke down in the middle of nowhere, and you’re definitely not dealing with college students running around the woods looking for a ghost.”
WB: “No, you’re dealing with four fully-trained, highly capable professional wrestlers. Every single one of which is more than irritated with you over the little stunt you pulled a couple weeks ago.”
[Again, Wendy’s looking fairly irritated]
WB: “See, Drake, I understand that you’ve had hardships in your life, and that’s regrettable. But you seem to think that you’re the only one who’s ever had any sort of adversity to his life. My own parent’s relationship turned out to be a lie, to the point where my father ended up murdering my mother. Terrence’s parents were killed in a car accident when he was five, because his uncle installed defective brakes on the car.”
[Suddenly, Terrence looks extremely uncomfortable, a rare sight for him. He leans over to Wendy, who is doing her best to remain matter-of-fact]
TT: “Uh, you really gotta be bringing this up?”
[Wendy looks over at her husband, an expression of sympathy on her face]
WB: “Yes, Terry. It’s relevant. Because Drake seems to think that the bumps in his past give him an excuse to be the way he is.”
[Wendy turns back to the camera, putting on the best fake-smile she can muster]
WB: “So really, Drake, drop this whole ‘violent psychopath’ facade. I’ve seen it done before, and I’ve seen it done better. You don’t come off scary- you come off as some foul-mouth, dirty-minded, six-foot three, two hundred fifty pound toddler that’s throwing a tantrum. Now, you’re big enough to do some damage, and you certainly did last week, but its only a matter of time before a grown-up comes along and puts a stop to it.”
[Wendy shakes her head]
WB: “No, the only thing creepy about you is the odd fascination you’ve somehow developed about my sex life. And THAT, Drake, will continue to remain none of your business.”
[Wendy pauses for just a second, and Terrence, scratching his chin, interrupts]
TT: “You know hon, I’ve been wondering. Drake said that, *ahem*, ‘I don’t give you any’, and yet, we’re committing incest. How is that physically possible.”
[Wendy glances at her husband, her expression one of utter disgust]
WB: “Terry? Honest to God, that is like the LEAST of what was wrong with Drake’s promo...”
[Long Pause]
TT: “Good point.”
[Terrence gestures for Wendy to continue, which she does]
WB: “The time for sneak attacks is over, gentlemen. You had your fun, and you all certainly did your damage. But you ultimately failed in your goals- we’re still standing, and now, it’s our turn. There’s only so far that I’m willing to allow myself to be pushed, and all four of you have crossed that line. And now its time for payback.”
[A final, grim smile]
WB: “And when it comes to the WhirlyBirdz, we give payback the best way we know how.”
[Wendy slaps her hand on her knee once, twice, thrice, her cadence the exact same as a referees count. Next to her, Terrence breaks out into a smirk to compliment his wife’s grimace, as the scene fades out.]
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