Post by Fiona McFly on Jul 31, 2017 0:10:00 GMT
FIONA'S JOURNAL
29 July 2017
So I've been watching Tyler Jacobs do his preview of the upcoming event "Lineage," and I couldn't help but bow me head and close me eyes as he went over the specifics of a match--one that, quite frankly, I never expected to see coming. He finished his spiel on the match in question by talking about Kate Steele and Lizzy Dalmon, about how me rivalry between the former hasn't been shown on TV very much and how the latter nearly beat Shea for the Shieldmaiden a little while ago, all that jazz.
But he started his discussion...by talking about me...
...about how I've been keeping to myself these days, toning down me usage of Twitter and all that other good stuff. It got me thinking...well, he's right. The Imperial world hasn't been seeing much of me lately, due in no small part to the hectic schedule I've been keeping. Between workouts, recording and autograph sessions, and helping care for a beloved mentor...it's been incredibly busy. Whilst some might ask what is gonna happen to me now, all I can say to the people is that I plan to move forward with me life.
After all...it's what Miss Kimble would WANT me to do.
I want to be as honest as I possibly can be...I am still grieving over her loss. Yet deep within me soul, getting the chance to wrestle a few weeks ago gave me comfort, comfort in knowing that she was, and always will be, a fighter--no matter what people like Jason Sandman would say. You see, the guy's a cold-hearted piece of shite with ZERO respect for this gig, a remorseless man who only cares about himself and nobody else, and in the rare appearances I've had on Twitter, I said I didn't mince words when I told him how I felt about him.
'Cos it's those people...that keep me blood boiling, that make me want to push forward in a journey that, in spite of two years' worth of highs and lows, is ongoing--one that will reward me with the singular thing that I have ALWAYS wanted to be ever since I started in this business...
...the right to be called "Champion."
No matter if it's the Shieldmaiden or Diamonds variety.
You see Kate, I sometimes feel as if I'm wasting me breath on you. I mean...you were a Champion once, you had EVERYTHING going for you both in a ring and out. Yet you threw it all away 'cos you couldn't handle the success, 'cos you couldn't find a way to stay consistent in a world that will EAT YOU UP and spit you out, bone by bone! That's where I came in, lovely...'cos I wanted to push you to your very limits, to make you expand on your horizons and remind you that the journey is only as good as you wanted to make it!
Yet you jumped me from behind at Bloody Assizes. You took the piss on a tag-match with me as your partner...and why? It's real simple: 'cos you couldn't handle the very notion of somebody else "infringing" on your other talents, 'cos you couldn't stomach the fact that, just maybe, I was the one trying to branch out and GROW in a way that you couldn't even begin to imagine! You thought I was supposed to go easy on you 'cos you THINK you're a great singer, that I wasn't SUPPOSED to push you as hard as I did...
...it don't work that way, lovely. You have two options: either push back at me, giving me everything you've got, or...you can take the piss again, and I swear I'll make your 47-second tapout look like child's play.
Only you can make that choice--let's hope it's the right one.
Lizzy, Lizzy, Lizzy...people once considered you a very scary individual, that you were actually capable of doing something special within the IWF Diamonds division! And believe me...even in a loss, let me by the first to applaud you for your efforts a while back against Shea. I've always tried to be as forthcoming as I could, and let me just say that whilst you did show IWF just how far you've come in such a short period of time, there's a reason you win some...and there's a reason you lose.
And the reason why you lost is REAL simple: you just weren't ready for the big-time. There are those who've been in this industry for YEARS, that have kept on toiling away through the muck and grime 'til they became successful. Perhaps someday, you shall be that person...but for now, you need to be prepared for more work. You need to be ready to come out to that ring and show me EXACTLY what you can do; otherwise...you're going to be in for a VERY long night...
...and it won't be pretty, that I promise you.
Cheerio!
~~~~~
Interlude #4 ~ "In Which Tears Are Shed and Trophies Are Laid Down"
24 July 2017 + 1930 GMT
BECKHAM ELEMENTARY SCHOOL + ARLINGTON, TX
There was aura of stillness permeating through the school's back lawn.
No laughter. No screams or shouts.
Just a calm wind, a cloudless sky, and the oppressive Texas summer heat.
It was an extremely rare sight to see Fiona McFly, in spite of the 100-plus degree heat index, wearing a black dress that looked straight out of a 19th century period piece. Her husband, Jack Gaither, wore a black suit with matching Stetson hat. In fact, the dozens of people who have gathered on the campus recess grounds wore all black as they all came out to pay their respects to a beloved member of the Arlington community.
Under normal circumstances, the back lawn at Beckham would be teeming with children from all walks of life, squealing and shouting about during the traditional recess period. Yet the mood was somber, with tears being shed as we see Gary Hutchison closing his Bible after reading some passages, placing it upon a table next to a makeshift memorial, which featured flowers and photographs of Regina Kimble along with a memorial plague, emblazoned in gold, that would be placed on a wall inside the school's main hallway at a later date.
Sitting in white folding chairs, Fiona, Jack, and band drummer Luke Kimble--Regina's son--closed their eyes and bowed their heads as Gary Hutchison, pastor of Arlington's Grace Community Church, offered a prayer.
PASTOR HUTCHISON:
Heavenly Father we come before you this morning, as we celebrate and remember the life of a loving mother, educator, mentor, and a loyal friend to our own community and beyond...
On the surface, it would seem that Fiona was trying to hold it together as she kept her eyes shut.
But her mind had other ideas, and it showed as a trail of water began to seep out of her right eye. It was hard for her to watch a mentor and a friend like Miss Kimble be robbed of her strength in a matter of months, but deep in her soul, she felt a sense of eternal comfort and strength, knowing that Miss Kimble was the one--albeit indirectly--for bringing her and her husband Jack together from the very beginning.
She took a solemn breath as the longtime pastor finished his offering.
PASTOR HUTCHISON:
...may You give us comfort and strength to know that Regina Kimble's message of love will resonate within the hearts and minds of each and every one of us and those around the world...for all time. We ask these things in Your most precious name...amen.
The service was concluded, and the assembled gathering stood up and went their own separate ways.
There were hugs all around and tears shed as they talked about their experiences in knowing the late former educator as a small children's choir--clad in white robes to represent the angels of Heaven--began to sing the chorus of a late 19th century hymn.
"In the sweet by-and-by,
we shall meet on that beautiful shore..."
Jack and Fiona exhanged silent nods before the latter slowly bent down, reaching into her green athletic bag that she had brought along for this occasion, pulling out a shimmering gold trophy in the shape of a go-kart, with the inscription on its base reading "BATTLIN' BILLIE KANNONBALL KART KLASSIC - 1994." She stepped towards the growing memorial spot, eventually placing the gleaming golden object down on the ground, next to a fully-wrapped fruit basket and the slingshot Regina had confiscated from a school bully thirty years ago.
She stood tall, gazing at the plaque with a warm and loving smile, knowing that its words--the words Miss Kimble would sing every day to her school's students and fellow teachers--would be forever etched not just on a record album...
...but into the annals of time and history.
"May life and grace bring you all,
many tidings of love and joy;
for every smiling girl and boy,
no matter if you're short or tall.
When you wake up and say,
'it's so great to be alive;'
you'll be growing inside,
you'll have a jolly new day!
Such a happy feeling,
a very happy feeling,
to say we'll be here tomorrow...
Open your eyes and ears,
'cause the day will be new,
And I'll have more ideas for you...
'Til we meet again, my dears..."
~TO BE CONTINUED~
29 July 2017
So I've been watching Tyler Jacobs do his preview of the upcoming event "Lineage," and I couldn't help but bow me head and close me eyes as he went over the specifics of a match--one that, quite frankly, I never expected to see coming. He finished his spiel on the match in question by talking about Kate Steele and Lizzy Dalmon, about how me rivalry between the former hasn't been shown on TV very much and how the latter nearly beat Shea for the Shieldmaiden a little while ago, all that jazz.
But he started his discussion...by talking about me...
...about how I've been keeping to myself these days, toning down me usage of Twitter and all that other good stuff. It got me thinking...well, he's right. The Imperial world hasn't been seeing much of me lately, due in no small part to the hectic schedule I've been keeping. Between workouts, recording and autograph sessions, and helping care for a beloved mentor...it's been incredibly busy. Whilst some might ask what is gonna happen to me now, all I can say to the people is that I plan to move forward with me life.
After all...it's what Miss Kimble would WANT me to do.
I want to be as honest as I possibly can be...I am still grieving over her loss. Yet deep within me soul, getting the chance to wrestle a few weeks ago gave me comfort, comfort in knowing that she was, and always will be, a fighter--no matter what people like Jason Sandman would say. You see, the guy's a cold-hearted piece of shite with ZERO respect for this gig, a remorseless man who only cares about himself and nobody else, and in the rare appearances I've had on Twitter, I said I didn't mince words when I told him how I felt about him.
'Cos it's those people...that keep me blood boiling, that make me want to push forward in a journey that, in spite of two years' worth of highs and lows, is ongoing--one that will reward me with the singular thing that I have ALWAYS wanted to be ever since I started in this business...
...the right to be called "Champion."
No matter if it's the Shieldmaiden or Diamonds variety.
You see Kate, I sometimes feel as if I'm wasting me breath on you. I mean...you were a Champion once, you had EVERYTHING going for you both in a ring and out. Yet you threw it all away 'cos you couldn't handle the success, 'cos you couldn't find a way to stay consistent in a world that will EAT YOU UP and spit you out, bone by bone! That's where I came in, lovely...'cos I wanted to push you to your very limits, to make you expand on your horizons and remind you that the journey is only as good as you wanted to make it!
Yet you jumped me from behind at Bloody Assizes. You took the piss on a tag-match with me as your partner...and why? It's real simple: 'cos you couldn't handle the very notion of somebody else "infringing" on your other talents, 'cos you couldn't stomach the fact that, just maybe, I was the one trying to branch out and GROW in a way that you couldn't even begin to imagine! You thought I was supposed to go easy on you 'cos you THINK you're a great singer, that I wasn't SUPPOSED to push you as hard as I did...
...it don't work that way, lovely. You have two options: either push back at me, giving me everything you've got, or...you can take the piss again, and I swear I'll make your 47-second tapout look like child's play.
Only you can make that choice--let's hope it's the right one.
Lizzy, Lizzy, Lizzy...people once considered you a very scary individual, that you were actually capable of doing something special within the IWF Diamonds division! And believe me...even in a loss, let me by the first to applaud you for your efforts a while back against Shea. I've always tried to be as forthcoming as I could, and let me just say that whilst you did show IWF just how far you've come in such a short period of time, there's a reason you win some...and there's a reason you lose.
And the reason why you lost is REAL simple: you just weren't ready for the big-time. There are those who've been in this industry for YEARS, that have kept on toiling away through the muck and grime 'til they became successful. Perhaps someday, you shall be that person...but for now, you need to be prepared for more work. You need to be ready to come out to that ring and show me EXACTLY what you can do; otherwise...you're going to be in for a VERY long night...
...and it won't be pretty, that I promise you.
Cheerio!
~~~~~
Interlude #4 ~ "In Which Tears Are Shed and Trophies Are Laid Down"
24 July 2017 + 1930 GMT
BECKHAM ELEMENTARY SCHOOL + ARLINGTON, TX
There was aura of stillness permeating through the school's back lawn.
No laughter. No screams or shouts.
Just a calm wind, a cloudless sky, and the oppressive Texas summer heat.
It was an extremely rare sight to see Fiona McFly, in spite of the 100-plus degree heat index, wearing a black dress that looked straight out of a 19th century period piece. Her husband, Jack Gaither, wore a black suit with matching Stetson hat. In fact, the dozens of people who have gathered on the campus recess grounds wore all black as they all came out to pay their respects to a beloved member of the Arlington community.
Under normal circumstances, the back lawn at Beckham would be teeming with children from all walks of life, squealing and shouting about during the traditional recess period. Yet the mood was somber, with tears being shed as we see Gary Hutchison closing his Bible after reading some passages, placing it upon a table next to a makeshift memorial, which featured flowers and photographs of Regina Kimble along with a memorial plague, emblazoned in gold, that would be placed on a wall inside the school's main hallway at a later date.
Sitting in white folding chairs, Fiona, Jack, and band drummer Luke Kimble--Regina's son--closed their eyes and bowed their heads as Gary Hutchison, pastor of Arlington's Grace Community Church, offered a prayer.
PASTOR HUTCHISON:
Heavenly Father we come before you this morning, as we celebrate and remember the life of a loving mother, educator, mentor, and a loyal friend to our own community and beyond...
On the surface, it would seem that Fiona was trying to hold it together as she kept her eyes shut.
But her mind had other ideas, and it showed as a trail of water began to seep out of her right eye. It was hard for her to watch a mentor and a friend like Miss Kimble be robbed of her strength in a matter of months, but deep in her soul, she felt a sense of eternal comfort and strength, knowing that Miss Kimble was the one--albeit indirectly--for bringing her and her husband Jack together from the very beginning.
She took a solemn breath as the longtime pastor finished his offering.
PASTOR HUTCHISON:
...may You give us comfort and strength to know that Regina Kimble's message of love will resonate within the hearts and minds of each and every one of us and those around the world...for all time. We ask these things in Your most precious name...amen.
The service was concluded, and the assembled gathering stood up and went their own separate ways.
There were hugs all around and tears shed as they talked about their experiences in knowing the late former educator as a small children's choir--clad in white robes to represent the angels of Heaven--began to sing the chorus of a late 19th century hymn.
"In the sweet by-and-by,
we shall meet on that beautiful shore..."
Jack and Fiona exhanged silent nods before the latter slowly bent down, reaching into her green athletic bag that she had brought along for this occasion, pulling out a shimmering gold trophy in the shape of a go-kart, with the inscription on its base reading "BATTLIN' BILLIE KANNONBALL KART KLASSIC - 1994." She stepped towards the growing memorial spot, eventually placing the gleaming golden object down on the ground, next to a fully-wrapped fruit basket and the slingshot Regina had confiscated from a school bully thirty years ago.
She stood tall, gazing at the plaque with a warm and loving smile, knowing that its words--the words Miss Kimble would sing every day to her school's students and fellow teachers--would be forever etched not just on a record album...
...but into the annals of time and history.
"May life and grace bring you all,
many tidings of love and joy;
for every smiling girl and boy,
no matter if you're short or tall.
When you wake up and say,
'it's so great to be alive;'
you'll be growing inside,
you'll have a jolly new day!
Such a happy feeling,
a very happy feeling,
to say we'll be here tomorrow...
Open your eyes and ears,
'cause the day will be new,
And I'll have more ideas for you...
'Til we meet again, my dears..."
~TO BE CONTINUED~
Well howdy there pardner.