Post by Deleted on May 4, 2017 0:33:12 GMT
"I'll have two number nines..."
"Yes?"
"A number nine, large..."
"Yes?"
"A number six, with extra dip..."
"Mmhmm?"
"A number seven..."
"Yes?"
"Two number forty-fives - one with cheese - and a large soda."
The chipper Pollo Bucket cashier prints out a receipt, taking the cash on hand from the blonde's hand. "That'll be right with you!"
Blaise Fader turns to the camera, popping finger guns akimbo.
"Oh! Didn't see ya there!"
A sigh from behind the camera. "Blaise, please, let's wrap this up?"
"Y'know, folks 'ave been givin' loadsa shit to airlines," says Blaise, charging on ahead. "Literally. Like, airplane toilets, righ? Sky-loos. Like, I'm pretty new to this whole 'flyin' around, makin' towns', but how is this not on people's minds constantly?"
"Blaise, please. Meter's running--"
"--alright, Cor! Like, bad enough yer stuffed in a flyin' sardine can, rumblin' through turbulence an' whatnot, but then I've gotta maneuver my arse all the way back into a cupboard that smells like... way too clean, righ'? An' then... where's the poo go? Just... bombs away, like the Blitz? What if it's on people? Who cleans that up? Who's held accountable?"
"Miss Fader?"
Blaise whips back around, the cashier struggling to support her excessive order. "Here's your--"
"Thanks, luv!" Blaise takes the tray, and she and her cameraman move to the nearest table. The camera is set down opposite Blaise, who looks up at the young man no longer holding it.
"Corey, wait, I--"
"--wasn't finished? I wasn't plannin' on payin' three hours worth of Heathrow parkin', neither. See you when you're home."
Blaise pouts.
"What?"
"Aren't ya gonna wish me luck?"
"Luck is for the ill-prepared. You got this, homegirl."
The siblings bump fists - that's as much of an embrace either will give, these days - and Corey disappears into the packed airport crowd.
Blaise turns back toward the camera, adjusting it - as well as her meal - to get a clear view.
"Part of the reason I chose Heathrow was 'cos it's the only Pollo Bucket I've ever seen, this side of the Atlantic. Plenty in America, all over the place... not so much 'ere. Usually have to settle fer Nandos. But thinkin' back on it, I've always been a fan of Pollo's; not just the food, either, 'fore ya make any jokes, but what Pollomania represented in the wrestlin' industry. I was still in trainin', or at least just startin' out in UKWF when I was watchin' Tiger Mask Red an' El Vainillo go at it, their masks - their identities - on the line. Pollomania's had plenty of wild matches in its time, an' there were others afterward, but that match... that's what helped me to realize that I'd made a good decision, tryna become a professional wrestler.
"Pollomania wasn't the place were you'd find normal. It wasn't full of technical masterclasses or brutal MMA-type stuff... but it was what it was, an' that's hard to come by, in this business. An' fer me, the chubby lass from Coventry without a match to her name, that gave me hope. Ultimately, I think that's what Pollomania was all about."
Blaise begins to nosh on her fast food, washing down each ridiculous bite with a swig of her large diet soda.
"Scho now - 'scuse me - Pollomania's back fer a limited time, like the McCrib, so of course I signed every contract I could to get in on that... 'specially product placement, but..."
Blaise trails off, mouthful of Pollo.
"... an' what's more, they've put me in a match with 4CW's Bryan Williams! Hold fer applause! This is a bloke I've known fer a bit on Twitter. Lovely chap, great girlfriend... but I've never met him in real life. No better way, righ'? 'specially after comin' off the of the biggest matches of his career.
"So, Pollomania, ya might be thinkin: what's this gal got to go head-to-head with Bryan Williams? I'll tell ya: hope. The same hope I fought for when I won the UK Championship. The same hope I felt, watchin' Pollomania for the first time... not to mention, I've been practicin' some sick lucha-type moves, an' I think you folks will really like 'em!"
Blaise glances at her phone and grimaces.
"... aaaand I'm late fer my flight to LA. Lovely. Gonna have to finish all this 'fore I get on, but Pollomania, I'm on my way, an' Bryan Williams... at Cinco de Mayo, the Internet Friends explode."
"Yes?"
"A number nine, large..."
"Yes?"
"A number six, with extra dip..."
"Mmhmm?"
"A number seven..."
"Yes?"
"Two number forty-fives - one with cheese - and a large soda."
The chipper Pollo Bucket cashier prints out a receipt, taking the cash on hand from the blonde's hand. "That'll be right with you!"
Blaise Fader turns to the camera, popping finger guns akimbo.
"Oh! Didn't see ya there!"
A sigh from behind the camera. "Blaise, please, let's wrap this up?"
"Y'know, folks 'ave been givin' loadsa shit to airlines," says Blaise, charging on ahead. "Literally. Like, airplane toilets, righ? Sky-loos. Like, I'm pretty new to this whole 'flyin' around, makin' towns', but how is this not on people's minds constantly?"
"Blaise, please. Meter's running--"
"--alright, Cor! Like, bad enough yer stuffed in a flyin' sardine can, rumblin' through turbulence an' whatnot, but then I've gotta maneuver my arse all the way back into a cupboard that smells like... way too clean, righ'? An' then... where's the poo go? Just... bombs away, like the Blitz? What if it's on people? Who cleans that up? Who's held accountable?"
"Miss Fader?"
Blaise whips back around, the cashier struggling to support her excessive order. "Here's your--"
"Thanks, luv!" Blaise takes the tray, and she and her cameraman move to the nearest table. The camera is set down opposite Blaise, who looks up at the young man no longer holding it.
"Corey, wait, I--"
"--wasn't finished? I wasn't plannin' on payin' three hours worth of Heathrow parkin', neither. See you when you're home."
Blaise pouts.
"What?"
"Aren't ya gonna wish me luck?"
"Luck is for the ill-prepared. You got this, homegirl."
The siblings bump fists - that's as much of an embrace either will give, these days - and Corey disappears into the packed airport crowd.
Blaise turns back toward the camera, adjusting it - as well as her meal - to get a clear view.
"Part of the reason I chose Heathrow was 'cos it's the only Pollo Bucket I've ever seen, this side of the Atlantic. Plenty in America, all over the place... not so much 'ere. Usually have to settle fer Nandos. But thinkin' back on it, I've always been a fan of Pollo's; not just the food, either, 'fore ya make any jokes, but what Pollomania represented in the wrestlin' industry. I was still in trainin', or at least just startin' out in UKWF when I was watchin' Tiger Mask Red an' El Vainillo go at it, their masks - their identities - on the line. Pollomania's had plenty of wild matches in its time, an' there were others afterward, but that match... that's what helped me to realize that I'd made a good decision, tryna become a professional wrestler.
"Pollomania wasn't the place were you'd find normal. It wasn't full of technical masterclasses or brutal MMA-type stuff... but it was what it was, an' that's hard to come by, in this business. An' fer me, the chubby lass from Coventry without a match to her name, that gave me hope. Ultimately, I think that's what Pollomania was all about."
Blaise begins to nosh on her fast food, washing down each ridiculous bite with a swig of her large diet soda.
"Scho now - 'scuse me - Pollomania's back fer a limited time, like the McCrib, so of course I signed every contract I could to get in on that... 'specially product placement, but..."
Blaise trails off, mouthful of Pollo.
"... an' what's more, they've put me in a match with 4CW's Bryan Williams! Hold fer applause! This is a bloke I've known fer a bit on Twitter. Lovely chap, great girlfriend... but I've never met him in real life. No better way, righ'? 'specially after comin' off the of the biggest matches of his career.
"So, Pollomania, ya might be thinkin: what's this gal got to go head-to-head with Bryan Williams? I'll tell ya: hope. The same hope I fought for when I won the UK Championship. The same hope I felt, watchin' Pollomania for the first time... not to mention, I've been practicin' some sick lucha-type moves, an' I think you folks will really like 'em!"
Blaise glances at her phone and grimaces.
"... aaaand I'm late fer my flight to LA. Lovely. Gonna have to finish all this 'fore I get on, but Pollomania, I'm on my way, an' Bryan Williams... at Cinco de Mayo, the Internet Friends explode."