Post by Fiona McFly on Oct 31, 2018 4:13:26 GMT
Recorded the next day after October Revolution, on a Monday morning…
We find Fiona McFly not at some arena office or hotel room, but rather at her family’s ancestral farmland located several miles to the northwest of downtown Belfast. The weather was, for this time of year at least, quite seasonably pleasant. On this day, we see that her body looks like a patchwork with visible scars all over, her complexion looking rather incensed as she watched a rented green Mini-Cooper hardtop pull up along the gravel driveway.
Out of the right-hand driver’s side door stepped Jess Fowler, and Fiona opted to dispense with the usual hugging pleasantries.
Fiona McFly: Jess...I appreciate you for coming out here promptly. Welcome to the McFly Farm--me birthplace.
Jess Fowler: There was an implication of urgency. I didn’t see any reason to delay the meeting.
{Jess glances around.}
Jess Fowler: charming.
Fiona takes a deep breath before escorting Jess along the grassland, heading towards the front porch of her family home.
Fiona McFly: Listen Jess...I know it, you know it, EVERYONE in Imperial knows it...Rowan needs to be exorcised for good. You should NOT let what she did to me last night come to pass without consequence.
Fiona’s eyes light up as she stops short of the house.
Fiona McFly: As if her killing me wasn’t bad enough, now she uses a parlour trick on me to go to the Extinction Event?! This has gone FAR, FAR beyond professional wrestling and, yes, even human decency. I’m not going to put up with that anymore. I want Rowan...on a fucking platter. Very, very bad.
Jess Fowler: it was an extreme rules match. Nothing she did was technically against the rules, Mrs. McFly.
{Jess shakes his head.}
Jess Fowler: As for the other thing? That’s not something we’ve ever approved of as a company. It’s never been consulted. The calls have had to handle and the threats… I can’t condone that kind of thing.
Fiona McFly: When I think of Extreme Rules or any other format I compete in...I think about putting everything on the line for those people, for myself, and for this sport. I don’t think about being LIT ON FIRE, being forced to just drop dead, and on top of that...being told, and I quote: “Go find a new obsession.”
Fiona paused, gazing at the birds flying overhead.
Fiona McFly: All the alliances are fighting like mobs, tearing this company apart...and for WHAT!?! ‘Cos they think what they’re doing is right and the other is wrong!?! This isn’t about right or wrong, this is way past mob mentality...what she is doing, what she did to me, was evil. Unfettered evil...and this cannot stand.
{Jess shrugs.}
Jess Fowler: Evil is how this company makes its money Mrs. McFly. We just spent a month making a Saint out of someone who cut off fingers and crucified people. Right or wrong doesn’t matter. The fans aren’t objecting. The Pack merchandise sells. Mr. Verona did not fire her. What would you have me do? Dock her pay? All her money goes to charity. Suspend her? You saw what The Pack was like without her guidance.
Fiona scowls as she takes a step on the porch and sits down on its swing.
Fiona McFly: At least we agree on ONE thing Jess, about right or wrong, but...COMPETITION is what this company was founded upon. Fair and honourable competition is what helps make this sport grow. People giving it their ALL in that ring--without fear of being tortured or manipulated--is what drives this sport in its very core! And you KNOW that Rowan is a direct threat to that very spirit, to the very thing Imperial was founded upon.
She paused again, licking her lips as she swings back and forth.
Fiona McFly: Look Jess...I understand you’ve got a heavy, heavy burden on you. I’m not angry at you, a’right?! I just want you to understand...wrestling isn’t a fucking cartoon that can be tinkered with on a whim. This has been me life for the past several years now...and you know what I want. I want Rowan...but I want you to do a favour, okay? Not for me own sake, not for this promotion’s sake, but for your own.
Fiona closed her eyes and took a deep breath as a warm gust of wind blew through her body, a gentle reminder of the lessons she had learned from “Debbie Fisher” and others throughout her life.
Fiona McFly: Don’t do what’s right for this business, and don’t let those who cause harm and destruction just walk over you. Do what you FEEL is right in here…
Fiona pounds on her chest.
Fiona McFly: ...in your heart. I hope...I hope we can talk again someday.
{Jess raises an eyebrow.}
Jess Fowler: Mrs. McFly, what feels right is doing what is good for business. You want Rowan? Challenge her. You don’t want Rowan to continue doing what she’s doing? Seems there are a few who feel the same. But my job as the temporary head of this company is to ensure it stays a float.
{Jess nods.}
Jess Fowler: Good day.
Fiona watches as Jess hopped back into the rental car and drove off, leaving her with a sickened expression on her face as she starts munnching on a green apple she was carrying with her.
We find Fiona McFly not at some arena office or hotel room, but rather at her family’s ancestral farmland located several miles to the northwest of downtown Belfast. The weather was, for this time of year at least, quite seasonably pleasant. On this day, we see that her body looks like a patchwork with visible scars all over, her complexion looking rather incensed as she watched a rented green Mini-Cooper hardtop pull up along the gravel driveway.
Out of the right-hand driver’s side door stepped Jess Fowler, and Fiona opted to dispense with the usual hugging pleasantries.
Fiona McFly: Jess...I appreciate you for coming out here promptly. Welcome to the McFly Farm--me birthplace.
Jess Fowler: There was an implication of urgency. I didn’t see any reason to delay the meeting.
{Jess glances around.}
Jess Fowler: charming.
Fiona takes a deep breath before escorting Jess along the grassland, heading towards the front porch of her family home.
Fiona McFly: Listen Jess...I know it, you know it, EVERYONE in Imperial knows it...Rowan needs to be exorcised for good. You should NOT let what she did to me last night come to pass without consequence.
Fiona’s eyes light up as she stops short of the house.
Fiona McFly: As if her killing me wasn’t bad enough, now she uses a parlour trick on me to go to the Extinction Event?! This has gone FAR, FAR beyond professional wrestling and, yes, even human decency. I’m not going to put up with that anymore. I want Rowan...on a fucking platter. Very, very bad.
Jess Fowler: it was an extreme rules match. Nothing she did was technically against the rules, Mrs. McFly.
{Jess shakes his head.}
Jess Fowler: As for the other thing? That’s not something we’ve ever approved of as a company. It’s never been consulted. The calls have had to handle and the threats… I can’t condone that kind of thing.
Fiona McFly: When I think of Extreme Rules or any other format I compete in...I think about putting everything on the line for those people, for myself, and for this sport. I don’t think about being LIT ON FIRE, being forced to just drop dead, and on top of that...being told, and I quote: “Go find a new obsession.”
Fiona paused, gazing at the birds flying overhead.
Fiona McFly: All the alliances are fighting like mobs, tearing this company apart...and for WHAT!?! ‘Cos they think what they’re doing is right and the other is wrong!?! This isn’t about right or wrong, this is way past mob mentality...what she is doing, what she did to me, was evil. Unfettered evil...and this cannot stand.
{Jess shrugs.}
Jess Fowler: Evil is how this company makes its money Mrs. McFly. We just spent a month making a Saint out of someone who cut off fingers and crucified people. Right or wrong doesn’t matter. The fans aren’t objecting. The Pack merchandise sells. Mr. Verona did not fire her. What would you have me do? Dock her pay? All her money goes to charity. Suspend her? You saw what The Pack was like without her guidance.
Fiona scowls as she takes a step on the porch and sits down on its swing.
Fiona McFly: At least we agree on ONE thing Jess, about right or wrong, but...COMPETITION is what this company was founded upon. Fair and honourable competition is what helps make this sport grow. People giving it their ALL in that ring--without fear of being tortured or manipulated--is what drives this sport in its very core! And you KNOW that Rowan is a direct threat to that very spirit, to the very thing Imperial was founded upon.
She paused again, licking her lips as she swings back and forth.
Fiona McFly: Look Jess...I understand you’ve got a heavy, heavy burden on you. I’m not angry at you, a’right?! I just want you to understand...wrestling isn’t a fucking cartoon that can be tinkered with on a whim. This has been me life for the past several years now...and you know what I want. I want Rowan...but I want you to do a favour, okay? Not for me own sake, not for this promotion’s sake, but for your own.
Fiona closed her eyes and took a deep breath as a warm gust of wind blew through her body, a gentle reminder of the lessons she had learned from “Debbie Fisher” and others throughout her life.
Fiona McFly: Don’t do what’s right for this business, and don’t let those who cause harm and destruction just walk over you. Do what you FEEL is right in here…
Fiona pounds on her chest.
Fiona McFly: ...in your heart. I hope...I hope we can talk again someday.
{Jess raises an eyebrow.}
Jess Fowler: Mrs. McFly, what feels right is doing what is good for business. You want Rowan? Challenge her. You don’t want Rowan to continue doing what she’s doing? Seems there are a few who feel the same. But my job as the temporary head of this company is to ensure it stays a float.
{Jess nods.}
Jess Fowler: Good day.
Fiona watches as Jess hopped back into the rental car and drove off, leaving her with a sickened expression on her face as she starts munnching on a green apple she was carrying with her.