Post by Freya Kane on Apr 12, 2018 4:02:46 GMT
Ah deserve to be in tha Iron Maiden. Maxine Valentine coasts to her spot by beatin’ some nobody who barely even shows up to train let alone compete and we're all supposed to stand by an’ clap our freakin’ hands? No. Ah won't do it, ah’m sick an tired of watchin’ people bein’ handed shit in this company. People who don't deserve nothin’ bein’ given chance after chance, opportunity after opportunity and for what? What about tha rest of us? What about those who is workin’ hard to climb that ladder? What about those of us that is clawing our way through the crap and the scraps to try and make a name for ourselves only to get kicked down by those above because they're constantly gettin’ handouts.
How many times have people been given shots they didn't deserve?
How many times has the likes of Fiona McFly been thrown into a title match because the brass couldn't be bothered to go an’ find another diamond to go an fill the spot? What does that say to us? What does that say to the women who are bustin’ they're asses every day to try and make it in this company? What kinda message do you think you're sendin’? Cause it sure as shit ain't the message that Jessica Reed used to send. It sure as shit ain't the message of “Hope” that the likes of Pandora Freeman and Shea O’Hara used to send. Nah, what happened to them, huh?
They got to big, didn't they?
They won the big one, and then the big ol’ machine that is eye dubla ya eff stopped puttin’ them in matches. Stopped putting your god damn Diamonds Champion in matches, what in the fuck is that all about? Y’all afraid that us girls are gonna overshadow your boys or something? Y’all think that havin’ a competent, strong, defiant female champion is gonna hurt your bottom line? Is that why you try an’ keep us down? Is that why you keep givin’ your handouts to dogs likes Maxine and psychopaths like McFly? Women who ain't gonna do nothin’ with them? Women that you can keep down? Keep on your leash?
Well that ain't me.
Ah know what I am. Even if ah don't know who ah am…. Yet.
We’re once again in the car with Spencer and Abigail, as they’re currently driving through the streets of Boston, Mass. The stereo is playing something slightly inaudible right now, but it sounds heavy. Abigail is looking over the paperwork in the folder, while Spencer focuses on the driving.
Abigail: So….’ccordin’ to this, ah was transferred here from some other place that jus’ got the word “redacted” printed over it, so….ah mean, that’s pretty shitty right?
Spencer: Ah dunno man. We’ll jus’ hafta wait an’ see wut they say?
She idly flips through some of the pages.
Abigaill: Ah didn’t even know they did such a thang as mentel hospitals for orphans, like….wouldn’t almost all orphans need some kinda counselin’ or something?
Spencer: Ah guess...well…..
He looks, almost directly into the camera as if these words hold some kind of meaning.
Spencer: We’re here.
Spencer shuts off the engine and is about to climb out, when Abigail puts her hand on his knee, looking up to him.
Abigail: Maybe ah should do this one on mah own. You ain’t exactly got that friendly look about you, ya know?
Spencer just smiles at her, looking like a giant killer teddy bear.
Spencer: sure thing sis. Ah’ll be right out here if’n ya need me.
The two climb out of the truck, as Spencer heads towards the back. He pulls down the flap and hefts himself ontop while Abigail looks back at him with a nervous glance before heading insde. However, we don’t follow Abby, we stay with Spencer. He sits on the back of the truck, swinging his legs idly before reaching backwards into the cooler and pulling out a soda can. As he pops the can open he spots someone familiar walking down the street.
Spencer: Hey! Hey yo, Spike Kane!?
The man walking towards him looks up, he’s wearing a “Celtic FC” baseball cap, and an “InFamous” baseball jersey, he’s also carrying three cups of coffee in a takeaway tray. He smiles at Spencer.
Spike: Hey, aren’t you that big dude from Texas? Umm...Spencer Spencer?
Spencer: aww shuck, you know mah name!?
Spike: How could I not man? You and you’re brothers were a riot, and I remember helping to train your sister down in developmental. She’s doing pretty well.
Spike began to walk closer. He placed the drinks down on the flap, leaning on the truck, looking up at Spencer, who right now looked like a massively oversized kid.
Spike: You know, if you ever wanted to get serious? My schools just down the road there. You’re brothers are welcome too…..come to think of it, you’re a long way from home no? What you doing out here?
Almost nonchalantly Spencer nodded towards the hospital a little way off to the right.
Spencer: Mah sister’s in there. Tryin’ ta find some stuff out. Apparently she spent some time there.
There’s a brief moment of sadness that washes over Spike’s face.
Spike: Small word man….my sister spent some time in that place too. I came and got her out around ten years or so, maybe a little more. We’re not really on speaking terms anymore, she’s not my biggest fan but I couldn’t let her wallow in there, y’know?
Spencer: Hell yeah. If they took her back in for some reason? Ah’d rip the god damn walls down an’ get her out.
Spike: I don’t doubt that for a second man.
Just then the doors open and a pretty annoyed looking Abigail begins to storm her way towards Spike and Spencer, she doesn’t seem even remotely phased by the fact that Spike Kane is there as she slams the folder onto the back of the truck.
Spencer: It dain’t go so well?
Abigail: Ya think!? They’re talkin’ all this bullshit about records bein’ protected, or locked, or some shit because we was kids and blah blah fuckin’ blah. This is straight up bullshit Biggy.
Spike raises his hand, almost like he was at school asking permission to speak.
Spike: You know, when I went in there asking for my sisters records they pulled the same stint. You know what I did? I got Mongo the Destroyer and his lawyers….oh, I’m sorry, Mongo was who employed me then, back in XHF. You two? You should give Verona a call, at least his lawyers, they’re some of the most expensive on the planet….I’m sure they’d be able to help you.
Abigail looks from Spike to Spencer, as if just realising he was there for the first time, but she has a glimmer of hope on her face. She smiles, and slaps Spencer on the leg.
Abigail: Thank you Mr Spike! Biggy, go get your phone!
Spike: Don’t mention it Abby. I hope you find what you’re after, now….if you’ll excuse me? I have to get these wonderful beverages to my ladies.
Spike starts to head off after picking up the hot drinks. Spencer hops off the back of the truck and leans in through the window to grab his phone, Abigail is stood there leaning against the truck, her arms folded as she watches Spike walk away.
Abigail: ...he said his sister was in there, right?
And we fade.
How many times have people been given shots they didn't deserve?
How many times has the likes of Fiona McFly been thrown into a title match because the brass couldn't be bothered to go an’ find another diamond to go an fill the spot? What does that say to us? What does that say to the women who are bustin’ they're asses every day to try and make it in this company? What kinda message do you think you're sendin’? Cause it sure as shit ain't the message that Jessica Reed used to send. It sure as shit ain't the message of “Hope” that the likes of Pandora Freeman and Shea O’Hara used to send. Nah, what happened to them, huh?
They got to big, didn't they?
They won the big one, and then the big ol’ machine that is eye dubla ya eff stopped puttin’ them in matches. Stopped putting your god damn Diamonds Champion in matches, what in the fuck is that all about? Y’all afraid that us girls are gonna overshadow your boys or something? Y’all think that havin’ a competent, strong, defiant female champion is gonna hurt your bottom line? Is that why you try an’ keep us down? Is that why you keep givin’ your handouts to dogs likes Maxine and psychopaths like McFly? Women who ain't gonna do nothin’ with them? Women that you can keep down? Keep on your leash?
Well that ain't me.
Ah know what I am. Even if ah don't know who ah am…. Yet.
---
We’re once again in the car with Spencer and Abigail, as they’re currently driving through the streets of Boston, Mass. The stereo is playing something slightly inaudible right now, but it sounds heavy. Abigail is looking over the paperwork in the folder, while Spencer focuses on the driving.
Abigail: So….’ccordin’ to this, ah was transferred here from some other place that jus’ got the word “redacted” printed over it, so….ah mean, that’s pretty shitty right?
Spencer: Ah dunno man. We’ll jus’ hafta wait an’ see wut they say?
She idly flips through some of the pages.
Abigaill: Ah didn’t even know they did such a thang as mentel hospitals for orphans, like….wouldn’t almost all orphans need some kinda counselin’ or something?
Spencer: Ah guess...well…..
He looks, almost directly into the camera as if these words hold some kind of meaning.
Spencer: We’re here.
Spencer shuts off the engine and is about to climb out, when Abigail puts her hand on his knee, looking up to him.
Abigail: Maybe ah should do this one on mah own. You ain’t exactly got that friendly look about you, ya know?
Spencer just smiles at her, looking like a giant killer teddy bear.
Spencer: sure thing sis. Ah’ll be right out here if’n ya need me.
The two climb out of the truck, as Spencer heads towards the back. He pulls down the flap and hefts himself ontop while Abigail looks back at him with a nervous glance before heading insde. However, we don’t follow Abby, we stay with Spencer. He sits on the back of the truck, swinging his legs idly before reaching backwards into the cooler and pulling out a soda can. As he pops the can open he spots someone familiar walking down the street.
Spencer: Hey! Hey yo, Spike Kane!?
The man walking towards him looks up, he’s wearing a “Celtic FC” baseball cap, and an “InFamous” baseball jersey, he’s also carrying three cups of coffee in a takeaway tray. He smiles at Spencer.
Spike: Hey, aren’t you that big dude from Texas? Umm...Spencer Spencer?
Spencer: aww shuck, you know mah name!?
Spike: How could I not man? You and you’re brothers were a riot, and I remember helping to train your sister down in developmental. She’s doing pretty well.
Spike began to walk closer. He placed the drinks down on the flap, leaning on the truck, looking up at Spencer, who right now looked like a massively oversized kid.
Spike: You know, if you ever wanted to get serious? My schools just down the road there. You’re brothers are welcome too…..come to think of it, you’re a long way from home no? What you doing out here?
Almost nonchalantly Spencer nodded towards the hospital a little way off to the right.
Spencer: Mah sister’s in there. Tryin’ ta find some stuff out. Apparently she spent some time there.
There’s a brief moment of sadness that washes over Spike’s face.
Spike: Small word man….my sister spent some time in that place too. I came and got her out around ten years or so, maybe a little more. We’re not really on speaking terms anymore, she’s not my biggest fan but I couldn’t let her wallow in there, y’know?
Spencer: Hell yeah. If they took her back in for some reason? Ah’d rip the god damn walls down an’ get her out.
Spike: I don’t doubt that for a second man.
Just then the doors open and a pretty annoyed looking Abigail begins to storm her way towards Spike and Spencer, she doesn’t seem even remotely phased by the fact that Spike Kane is there as she slams the folder onto the back of the truck.
Spencer: It dain’t go so well?
Abigail: Ya think!? They’re talkin’ all this bullshit about records bein’ protected, or locked, or some shit because we was kids and blah blah fuckin’ blah. This is straight up bullshit Biggy.
Spike raises his hand, almost like he was at school asking permission to speak.
Spike: You know, when I went in there asking for my sisters records they pulled the same stint. You know what I did? I got Mongo the Destroyer and his lawyers….oh, I’m sorry, Mongo was who employed me then, back in XHF. You two? You should give Verona a call, at least his lawyers, they’re some of the most expensive on the planet….I’m sure they’d be able to help you.
Abigail looks from Spike to Spencer, as if just realising he was there for the first time, but she has a glimmer of hope on her face. She smiles, and slaps Spencer on the leg.
Abigail: Thank you Mr Spike! Biggy, go get your phone!
Spike: Don’t mention it Abby. I hope you find what you’re after, now….if you’ll excuse me? I have to get these wonderful beverages to my ladies.
Spike starts to head off after picking up the hot drinks. Spencer hops off the back of the truck and leans in through the window to grab his phone, Abigail is stood there leaning against the truck, her arms folded as she watches Spike walk away.
Abigail: ...he said his sister was in there, right?
And we fade.
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What does it mean ta win tha Iron Maiden? It means more than bein’ on top. It means more than getting’ that title shit, hell it means more than bein’ the champion. It means you'll forever be remembered as the Iron Maiden. Even Fiona McFly will be remembered as an Iron Maiden.
Well howdy there pardner.