Post by Shea OâHara on May 24, 2024 18:32:43 GMT
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May 24th, 2024
A Friendship Murdered.
~Shea OâHara stood inside the Ancient Roman Colosseum. She wore a lemon yellow t-shirt with a mugshot of her good friend, Charlie, stylised with metallic silver hawk wings behind her and the words âTHE IRONâ curved around the top and the word âHAWKâ curved around the bottom. The relatively new piece of Charlotte Shimizu merchandise also had an âEST. 2024â silver star on either side, bolting the two curves into a circle around the main image. A short black skirt and knee-high boots complimented Sheaâs look as she stood out among the ruins of her surroundings, leant up against the black safety rails of the historic site. Her elevation was such that the magnificence of the oval backdrop was perfectly captured in shot behind her.
Positioned on the rail, on her right was a small red and gold electric guitar shaped lunch box replica version of her Queenâs Gambit 2024 Briefcase, a subtle but convenient reminder of just who the hell everyone would be dealing with in the most significant eight woman tag team match in company history this weekend.
Shea flipped her red hair to one side as she regarded the camera with a confident, winning smile.~
Apologies to my fans for the lack of updates on my site over the last couple of months. I figured the quickest and easiest way to catch you all up to speed on whatâs been going on lately would be a Vlog, like. I know itâs not popular or fashionable to give the fans too much of a look behind the curtain these days, but Iâm confident my fans will stick with me on this.
After all, Iâve always had the most understanding and compassionate fans in the world. You guys truly have stuck by me through my ups and downs, the good times and the bad because I know you guys love me and real love is unconditional, like.
So I know my real fans will understand when I say I could never abandon my bestie. I could never give up on Vivienne Rodgers personally. Weâve been through too much together, sheâs one of the very few friends I met when I was signed to my IWF developmental deal by Kathy Conway who is still here all these years later, still doing her thing.
More than that, sheâs one of only two people Iâve met in my life who Iâve felt connected, truly connected to, in a way that transcends what most people understand as friendship or even love. The second person, for those curious, is Warren Harper.
~The camera shook slightly, but quickly stabilised. It was not a professional behind it.~
And as much as these two dear, dear lifelong friends of mine have disappointed me for their personal and professional choices in recent months, I ainât the type to cut and run on my true friends, no matter how idiotic I personally believe theyâre being about certain things in their lives.
Both my besties are stubborn and pigheaded when they want to be. Both fall for walking red flags at the drop of a hat, and as much as I wish it wasnât the case, it is who they are deep down and I canât ever change that about them, not without losing what made me like them in the first place.
So where am I going with all this exactly?
Well, I just want everyone ta know that whilst it is absolutely true that part of the reason I havenât competed in a match for a couple of months now is that Vivienne Rodgers is getting married soon and I have prioritised my Maid of Honor duties ta her over meaningless matches on weekly television, as any bestie would, it does not mean I am any less committed to the Birds of Prey.
I understand the assignment before us this week.
Like, I recognise the importance of this particular match on Night One of the grandest stage of them all. I really donât think itâs any exaggeration ta regard this one tag team match the single most non Extinction Event tag team match not only in Immortals history but IWF history. This one match will not only redefine the narrative around here but also reshape the entire Womenâs Division - and you can bet your ass I wasnât going to take Immortals off and miss out on my chance to make history and secure my future in this company.
As the saying goes, if ya want something done right, you have to do it yourself.
And this Sunday, I will remind everyone, friends and enemies alike, just who the hell I am.
Make no mistake girls, it will be a damned painful reminder for some of you who have gotten a little too big headed and think ya can just run your mouths without consequences or repercussions, but there are always inevitable casualties in every battle.
Such is the price of immortality, like.
Success in this business has always demanded a certain level of sacrifice, and this weekend there will be unavoidable sacrifices, as I am forced to turn against people I once naively considered to be more than just friends, I embraced them as close as I would my own dear sweet sister Moira, and what do I get for all my trouble, huh Vivienne?
I get feckinâ taken advantage of.
I get feckinâ taken for granted.
And most insultingly of all, I get treated like an absolute feckinâ moron.
Youâve always managed ta surprise me V, usually with your abysmal taste in men or your complete blindness to the obvious right in front of your face, but now youâve shown your true colours. You surprised me by doing the one thing I almost convinced myself youâd never ever do - almost.
Ya threw the first punch, and ya fired the first shot and in so doing, ya showed me exactly where you stand, V. Youâve drawn a firm line in the sand and shown me that once again you are a stubborn bitch when youâve made up your mind about something or someone.
Youâve made up your mind on who your friends are, and now youâve forced my hand, V.
I hope you can live with yourself and the knowledge that what is about to happen between us at Immortals is all on you. Youâre making me choose this, youâre forcing me to sacrifice our bond. Youâre demanding that I put down my beloved sister from another mister.
And it feckinâ breaks my heart, honestly, but I know thereâs no going back now.
I must do what needs ta be done, not only for your sake V, but for a brighter, safer and more secure future for all of us in the Womenâs Division. I must make the choice nobody else in this match can. I must forsake not only a dear friend, but my principles and my moral integrity.
I never thought Iâd have ta turn on my own, but youâve left me no choice, V.
Youâve made it abundantly clear whose side youâre on, and it ainât mine.
So if this is how it has to be, then this is how it has to be.
I hope God forgives me, âcause I ainât ever gonna forgive myself.
Something old, something new ainât just part of the vows I helped you write V.
No, now theyâre the story of this whole damned match. Some of your harshest critics consider your whole group to be overblown and not worth the hype without their original leader, but I know better. I canât blame Rowanâs influence for how quickly youâve turned on me and our nearly decade long friendship.
Rowan had been comatose this entire time, which means our breakdown is all on you.
Itâs your decisions that have led us here, and it is you who has murdered our friendship.
My best friend is forever lost, and without you, so am I.
Damn ya, V for what youâre making me do.
Damn ya ta hell.
~Shea raises her right thumb upward, and slowly casts it downward, as the video feed slowly fades to an inconsolable black void instead of the warmness typically associated with Shea OâHara. The last image is one of focused, cold eyes set against the snowy complexion of her pale face.~
Positioned on the rail, on her right was a small red and gold electric guitar shaped lunch box replica version of her Queenâs Gambit 2024 Briefcase, a subtle but convenient reminder of just who the hell everyone would be dealing with in the most significant eight woman tag team match in company history this weekend.
Shea flipped her red hair to one side as she regarded the camera with a confident, winning smile.~
Apologies to my fans for the lack of updates on my site over the last couple of months. I figured the quickest and easiest way to catch you all up to speed on whatâs been going on lately would be a Vlog, like. I know itâs not popular or fashionable to give the fans too much of a look behind the curtain these days, but Iâm confident my fans will stick with me on this.
After all, Iâve always had the most understanding and compassionate fans in the world. You guys truly have stuck by me through my ups and downs, the good times and the bad because I know you guys love me and real love is unconditional, like.
So I know my real fans will understand when I say I could never abandon my bestie. I could never give up on Vivienne Rodgers personally. Weâve been through too much together, sheâs one of the very few friends I met when I was signed to my IWF developmental deal by Kathy Conway who is still here all these years later, still doing her thing.
More than that, sheâs one of only two people Iâve met in my life who Iâve felt connected, truly connected to, in a way that transcends what most people understand as friendship or even love. The second person, for those curious, is Warren Harper.
~The camera shook slightly, but quickly stabilised. It was not a professional behind it.~
And as much as these two dear, dear lifelong friends of mine have disappointed me for their personal and professional choices in recent months, I ainât the type to cut and run on my true friends, no matter how idiotic I personally believe theyâre being about certain things in their lives.
Both my besties are stubborn and pigheaded when they want to be. Both fall for walking red flags at the drop of a hat, and as much as I wish it wasnât the case, it is who they are deep down and I canât ever change that about them, not without losing what made me like them in the first place.
So where am I going with all this exactly?
Well, I just want everyone ta know that whilst it is absolutely true that part of the reason I havenât competed in a match for a couple of months now is that Vivienne Rodgers is getting married soon and I have prioritised my Maid of Honor duties ta her over meaningless matches on weekly television, as any bestie would, it does not mean I am any less committed to the Birds of Prey.
I understand the assignment before us this week.
Like, I recognise the importance of this particular match on Night One of the grandest stage of them all. I really donât think itâs any exaggeration ta regard this one tag team match the single most non Extinction Event tag team match not only in Immortals history but IWF history. This one match will not only redefine the narrative around here but also reshape the entire Womenâs Division - and you can bet your ass I wasnât going to take Immortals off and miss out on my chance to make history and secure my future in this company.
As the saying goes, if ya want something done right, you have to do it yourself.
And this Sunday, I will remind everyone, friends and enemies alike, just who the hell I am.
Make no mistake girls, it will be a damned painful reminder for some of you who have gotten a little too big headed and think ya can just run your mouths without consequences or repercussions, but there are always inevitable casualties in every battle.
Such is the price of immortality, like.
Success in this business has always demanded a certain level of sacrifice, and this weekend there will be unavoidable sacrifices, as I am forced to turn against people I once naively considered to be more than just friends, I embraced them as close as I would my own dear sweet sister Moira, and what do I get for all my trouble, huh Vivienne?
I get feckinâ taken advantage of.
I get feckinâ taken for granted.
And most insultingly of all, I get treated like an absolute feckinâ moron.
Youâve always managed ta surprise me V, usually with your abysmal taste in men or your complete blindness to the obvious right in front of your face, but now youâve shown your true colours. You surprised me by doing the one thing I almost convinced myself youâd never ever do - almost.
Ya threw the first punch, and ya fired the first shot and in so doing, ya showed me exactly where you stand, V. Youâve drawn a firm line in the sand and shown me that once again you are a stubborn bitch when youâve made up your mind about something or someone.
Youâve made up your mind on who your friends are, and now youâve forced my hand, V.
I hope you can live with yourself and the knowledge that what is about to happen between us at Immortals is all on you. Youâre making me choose this, youâre forcing me to sacrifice our bond. Youâre demanding that I put down my beloved sister from another mister.
And it feckinâ breaks my heart, honestly, but I know thereâs no going back now.
I must do what needs ta be done, not only for your sake V, but for a brighter, safer and more secure future for all of us in the Womenâs Division. I must make the choice nobody else in this match can. I must forsake not only a dear friend, but my principles and my moral integrity.
I never thought Iâd have ta turn on my own, but youâve left me no choice, V.
Youâve made it abundantly clear whose side youâre on, and it ainât mine.
So if this is how it has to be, then this is how it has to be.
I hope God forgives me, âcause I ainât ever gonna forgive myself.
Something old, something new ainât just part of the vows I helped you write V.
No, now theyâre the story of this whole damned match. Some of your harshest critics consider your whole group to be overblown and not worth the hype without their original leader, but I know better. I canât blame Rowanâs influence for how quickly youâve turned on me and our nearly decade long friendship.
Rowan had been comatose this entire time, which means our breakdown is all on you.
Itâs your decisions that have led us here, and it is you who has murdered our friendship.
My best friend is forever lost, and without you, so am I.
Damn ya, V for what youâre making me do.
Damn ya ta hell.
~Shea raises her right thumb upward, and slowly casts it downward, as the video feed slowly fades to an inconsolable black void instead of the warmness typically associated with Shea OâHara. The last image is one of focused, cold eyes set against the snowy complexion of her pale face.~
~~~
âThatâs a wrap,â Warren smiled, lowering the camera.
Warren was by no means a professional, but Dean loved photography and videography, so he had learned a few things during their relationship, indulging Deanâs passions once filled Warren with such joy that now he almost mourned the loss of that feeling.
Helping Shea with her promo was a nice day out and a welcome distraction Shea had insisted on, determined to help at least one friend through a lifetime of bad decisions and their consequences.
âThanks,â Shea hugged him.
âNo, thank you. I needed this.â Warren kissed her forehead.