Post by Fiona McFly on Apr 28, 2019 23:21:19 GMT
Chapter IV
“BOILING OVER”
25 March 1994 + 2330 GMT
Fiona McFly stood in a small ladies’ restroom at the back of Duke’s Saloon, an old-time watering hole located in the heart of Fredericksburg’s main thoroughfare. Her eyes were closed as she knelt down at the sink in prayer, her framed wrapped in nervous knots as the night of the charity karaoke benefit, specifically her spot as the close-out act, drew closer and closer. Deep in her mind, it was a good chance for her to showcase her other talent to the assembled gathering which included Regina Kimble, Rob Diamond, and even James Gilmore.
Little did she realise that Steve Awesome was also going to be there.
At first, she paid it no mind as the beeper sounded on her watch. The theme for this night was Oldies Night, a chance for volunteers who signed up to sing a variety of tunes from the 50s and 60s, from Elvis to the Beatles. As if on a cue from Duke Statler, the bar’s longtime owner...
DUKE STATLER:
Alrighty y’all, to close us out this evenin’ please welcome the lovely Lara!
...she stepped out and onto a small, makeshift stage on the western side to light applause, the majority of which came from Regina, James, and company who were sitting in the back. Nobody else knew who ‘Lara’ really was, but she tried to make herself comfortable in her cover role as an orchestral backing track to the song “Stand By Me” began to play--a song which was deeply personal to her on so many levels, that she’d often keep to herself. Yet just as she was about to fully invest herself into the melodic Ben E. King tune…
FIONA MCFLY:
(singing)
“When the night has come and the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we’ll see…”
...she stopped rather suddenly. Her face grew pale as Duke halted the track and slowly approached her.
DUKE:
Ma’am...you don’t look too good. Are you alright, want me to get you somethin’?!
Fiona didn’t say a word, yet deep within the recesses of her soul, a tiny fuse began to flicker. That fuse eventually grew into a spark, which then set off a flame that burned hotter than anything one could have ever imagined. Duke calmly backed away as Fiona’s eyes turned yellow, their gaze focused upon a man sipping from a glass bottle of Budweiser whilst sitting next to Rob on the far end of the back row.
A man named Steve Awesome.
DUKE:
Lara, ma’am...you know someone in the crowd ya don’t like? Want me to throw ‘im out for you?!
Again, Fiona--trying to keep her cover--said nothing, but she knew that it wouldn’t last for long. The last time she saw Steve Awesome was during the drunken stunt he pulled during her last match. It was moments like that, among other more personal matters, that led her to take an indefinite break from wrestling and, perhaps, into a state of retirement. Her inner fury at him grew by the second, her visage turning into a bright rubicund hue. The flame inside her consciousness kept growing and growing as the crowd now lets out a soft murmur.
And then, as if on a deadly accurate cue…
...it exploded into one giant conflagration.
Before anyone can react, Fiona lunged through the aisle and took a wild swing with her right arm, cold-cocking Steve in the face with her fest yet accidentally knocking James to the floor in the process. Her mind was filled with inner, unbridled rage as Steve did all he could to at least escape the predicament he’d found himself in, but as she wrapped her hands around his neck and began to choke him out, James’ body began to tremble as he tried desperately to convince Fiona to let Steve go.
JAMES GILMORE:
Let ‘im go, dudette. Just...just let him go...
Either his words must’ve worked, like how a father would comfort a frightened child.
Or something had zapped the life out of Fiona’s subconscience.
Regardless, the short skirmish was over. Fiona was lying on the old wooden floor, sobbing uncontrollably as the crowd slowly dispersed, the party being over the moment she threw that punch. Steve was lying on the deck too, his nose broken with visible red markings around his neck, looking at Rob Diamond whilst thinking ”did I deserve THIS?!” Rob giggle like a mischievous little kid who just got caught with his hands in the cookie jarsmirking from ear to ear as he thought ”at the friggin’ least!”
Duke Statler, the venerable bar owner, wasn’t laughing. Neither was exiled kindergarten teacher Regina Kimble--and certainly not James Gilmore. They all stood there dumbfounded, not even understanding how such a tender moment like singing a 1960s classic tune could go so horribly wrong.
~TO RESUME IN JULY!!!~
“BOILING OVER”
25 March 1994 + 2330 GMT
Fiona McFly stood in a small ladies’ restroom at the back of Duke’s Saloon, an old-time watering hole located in the heart of Fredericksburg’s main thoroughfare. Her eyes were closed as she knelt down at the sink in prayer, her framed wrapped in nervous knots as the night of the charity karaoke benefit, specifically her spot as the close-out act, drew closer and closer. Deep in her mind, it was a good chance for her to showcase her other talent to the assembled gathering which included Regina Kimble, Rob Diamond, and even James Gilmore.
Little did she realise that Steve Awesome was also going to be there.
At first, she paid it no mind as the beeper sounded on her watch. The theme for this night was Oldies Night, a chance for volunteers who signed up to sing a variety of tunes from the 50s and 60s, from Elvis to the Beatles. As if on a cue from Duke Statler, the bar’s longtime owner...
DUKE STATLER:
Alrighty y’all, to close us out this evenin’ please welcome the lovely Lara!
...she stepped out and onto a small, makeshift stage on the western side to light applause, the majority of which came from Regina, James, and company who were sitting in the back. Nobody else knew who ‘Lara’ really was, but she tried to make herself comfortable in her cover role as an orchestral backing track to the song “Stand By Me” began to play--a song which was deeply personal to her on so many levels, that she’d often keep to herself. Yet just as she was about to fully invest herself into the melodic Ben E. King tune…
FIONA MCFLY:
(singing)
“When the night has come and the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we’ll see…”
...she stopped rather suddenly. Her face grew pale as Duke halted the track and slowly approached her.
DUKE:
Ma’am...you don’t look too good. Are you alright, want me to get you somethin’?!
Fiona didn’t say a word, yet deep within the recesses of her soul, a tiny fuse began to flicker. That fuse eventually grew into a spark, which then set off a flame that burned hotter than anything one could have ever imagined. Duke calmly backed away as Fiona’s eyes turned yellow, their gaze focused upon a man sipping from a glass bottle of Budweiser whilst sitting next to Rob on the far end of the back row.
A man named Steve Awesome.
DUKE:
Lara, ma’am...you know someone in the crowd ya don’t like? Want me to throw ‘im out for you?!
Again, Fiona--trying to keep her cover--said nothing, but she knew that it wouldn’t last for long. The last time she saw Steve Awesome was during the drunken stunt he pulled during her last match. It was moments like that, among other more personal matters, that led her to take an indefinite break from wrestling and, perhaps, into a state of retirement. Her inner fury at him grew by the second, her visage turning into a bright rubicund hue. The flame inside her consciousness kept growing and growing as the crowd now lets out a soft murmur.
And then, as if on a deadly accurate cue…
...it exploded into one giant conflagration.
Before anyone can react, Fiona lunged through the aisle and took a wild swing with her right arm, cold-cocking Steve in the face with her fest yet accidentally knocking James to the floor in the process. Her mind was filled with inner, unbridled rage as Steve did all he could to at least escape the predicament he’d found himself in, but as she wrapped her hands around his neck and began to choke him out, James’ body began to tremble as he tried desperately to convince Fiona to let Steve go.
JAMES GILMORE:
Let ‘im go, dudette. Just...just let him go...
Either his words must’ve worked, like how a father would comfort a frightened child.
Or something had zapped the life out of Fiona’s subconscience.
Regardless, the short skirmish was over. Fiona was lying on the old wooden floor, sobbing uncontrollably as the crowd slowly dispersed, the party being over the moment she threw that punch. Steve was lying on the deck too, his nose broken with visible red markings around his neck, looking at Rob Diamond whilst thinking ”did I deserve THIS?!” Rob giggle like a mischievous little kid who just got caught with his hands in the cookie jarsmirking from ear to ear as he thought ”at the friggin’ least!”
Duke Statler, the venerable bar owner, wasn’t laughing. Neither was exiled kindergarten teacher Regina Kimble--and certainly not James Gilmore. They all stood there dumbfounded, not even understanding how such a tender moment like singing a 1960s classic tune could go so horribly wrong.
~TO RESUME IN JULY!!!~
Well howdy there pardner.