Post by Firenze Everett on Nov 23, 2014 6:56:10 GMT
The journey had indeed started for young Firenze with a debut victory via pinfall no less over Alice Blake, Felicity Fade, and Hayley Jones. Firenze promised a great debut, a victorious debut, and she delivered exactly that. And now … despite some hesitance on her part on returning to her former home, she is headed to Madison Square Garden right in the heart of New York City to participate in a qualifying match for a shot at the currently vacant Ruby Title.
This is a stop on the journey to success for Firenze in the IWF. A victory under her belt, she wants yet another victory on her way to this title. IWF Gold will prove her might in the ring and that despite being new to the business, she has the moxy to not only walk in but to thrive and carve out her own spot on her own terms in the professional wrestling industry. She does not need any nepotism, any connections, any help to achieve her goal, she can do it all on her own and she does not care whom she has to step on to get it done, she will get to the top and crush as many people as she sees fit along the way.
Thursday 11/20 – 11 AM
Scene: An unexpected reunion - Pazzi Pasta in Brooklyn, NY
*A relatively cloudy day in Brooklyn, NY, chilly as is typical of mid November, Firenze is walking by an old favorite restaurant of hers, Pazzi Pasta, where she had many meals with her associates from a time gone by. She notices the restaurant and glances inside noticing it is rather empty as it is just about to open with some folks standing outside waiting to get in for some brunch. She looks at the place, an upscale yet homely Italian restaurant where she often fancied having meals with her associates from a time gone by. Dressed in a velvet black coat, a thick white blouse, black jeans, and her sunglasses on, her ponytail tied back as is usual for her, she contemplates having a meal there for old times sake.*
Firenze Everett: So this place is still around?
*She continues to think about it, hesitant to relive old times as she had departed this place to start a new life yet somehow, the allure of remembering some happy times lies within this place. Just as she is still contemplating entering the restaurant, she gets a phone call on her cell. She takes her cell phone out from her jacket pocket, looks at it quickly and notices who it is and with a look of disdain, puts the phone back, ignoring the call*
Firenze Everett: Ugh … I don’t want to talk to Johnny. He’s going to go on schlepping endlessly and I’m not in the mood for it.
*Firenze decides to go into the restaurant and calls for the attention of the host*
Restaurant Host: Welcome to …
*The look on the face of the host changes to one of surprise and shock as he recognizes the face he sees*
Restaurant Host: Fire?
*Firenze does not look as surprised but is still taken aback at seeing who the host is*
Firenze Everett: Rick, they still have you working here? I thought they fired you after…
Rick Appel: Yeah yeah, shh … leave it alone.
Firenze Everett: Oh I will if you take care of me and place me in one of those booths by the back, you know, the secluded ones, I’d like to eat here quietly.
Rick Appel: Understood. You know, the boys miss you.
Firenze Everett: I know but … they know why I left. It was nothing personal.
Rick Appel: But this life is all they have, it is very personal to them.
Firenze Everett: Look Rick … I get it, fact is I made the hard choices I had to make and …
*Firenze thinks for a second to herself and quickly changes her expression from one of understanding to one of annoyance*
Firenze Everett: Wait a minute, why in the hell am I justifying my decisions to you? My life is just that … MINE! Just get me to that table and leave me be.
Rick Appel: You’ve changed Fire.
Firenze Everett: The hell I have.
*Rick and Firenze start walking toward a table in the back of the restaurant*
Rick Appel: You used to be far nicer.
Firenze Everett: Nicer? I’d say more naïve Ricky; fact is I simply grew up and learned how the world works. Or what, did you and “the boys” think that I would remain the same, young, naïve, innocent little girl who needed to have her hand held every step of the way? I progressed and evolved, something you could certainly stand to do.
Rick Appel: Oh yeah, into what, a bitch?
*Firenze looks supremely annoyed at this as they finally reach her table in the back of the restaurant. This area of the restaurant is still empty and Firenze takes a liberty with Rick and decides to grab him by his collared shirt*
Firenze Everett: So what if I am a bitch? Huh, does that bother you? Does that bother “the boys”? That I now take care of myself, is that an issue for you? Listen, why don’t you be a good little Jew boy, run along, and do your job while I enjoy my meal, you understand Ricky?
*Firenze gives him a sick smile as she lets go of his collar and straightens it for him with a sarcastic look on her face as he looks disgusted at her actions. She then takes a seat in her booth as her cell phone rings again, she looks at the phone, removes it from her jacket pocket and notices Johnny is calling her again. She ignores the call and proceeds to power off the phone and places it back in her pocket*
Firenze Everett: Not in the mood for that.
*A waiter approaches her table as Firenze makes herself comfortable*
Waiter: Miss … welcome to Pazzi’s.
Firenze Everett: You must be new.
Waiter: Not really, I’ve been here for some time.
*Firenze examines the waiter from head to toe and she notices that he is wearing a Rolex watch, unusual for a waiter. She decides to play along as she feels something is off about the man*
Firenze Everett: Some time, huh? So … what would you recommend on the menu?
*She pretends to browse the menu to herself and looks over an entree*
Firenze Everett: I see this Pasta Chicken Alfredo looks really good.
Waiter: Yes, one of our fine specials on the menu.
*Firenze starts chuckling as she puts the menu down*
Firenze Everett: There’s no such entrée on the menu. Okay spill it, who are you really? Did Johnny send you?
*The waiter begins to look nervous and tries to talk his way out of this*
Waiter: What are you talking about? Who’s Johnny?
Firenze Everett: Don’t play dumb with me, you being a waiter who claims to have been here for a while, I read off a fake entrée and you play it off as if it’s great and you’re wearing a Rolex … too many pieces don’t fit. Where is he?
Waiter: I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Firenze Everett: You’re a terrible liar. Is he in the back? Do I need to go back there and get him myself?
Waiter: I …
*A relatively short man starts approaching the table where Firenze is; wearing a blue suit with a collared white shirt, he looks at Firenze with a degree of anger and contempt and takes a seat at her table as he gestures for the waiter to leave*
Firenze Everett: I’d say it’s a pleasure Johnny but you and I would both know I’m lying.
John Ferrier: Why do you insist on calling me Johnny? You know everyone calls me Jack.
Firenze Everett: I’m not everyone Johnny and you know that. Besides, your name’s John, hence I call you Johnny, it never made sense to me to call you Jack. That may have worked for Kennedy but you’re no Kennedy.
John Ferrier: You’re right, I’m not a lying sack of shit.
*Firenze looks more annoyed than ever at this point, clearly disliking the company that has joined her*
Firenze Everett: I know you didn’t just come here to discuss our opinions of politicians. Why are you here? I heard you weren’t exactly too happy with my leaving.
John Ferrier: Has Leo been talkin’ again?
Firenze Everett: No, but I knew you were pissed from the beginning. You were never one to be happy when you didn’t get your way and you know it. Why can’t you accept that I’ve moved on?
John Ferrier: That’s just it Fire, no one just “moves on” from this business. You know better than that. You think this is some fuckin’ country club you can just up and leave when you decide it’s enough?
Firenze Everett: I got the old man’s blessing didn’t I? Why can’t you accept that?
John Ferrier: You know he always had a soft spot for you, he thought of you as…
Firenze Everett: The daughter he never had … I know, I know. It’s not my fault I did well for him and he accepted me so graciously into the family. Whether you like it or not, I have moved on and it’s time you did as well.
John Ferrier: Don’t kid yourself. I still don’t understand how he let you leave though.
Firenze Everett: It’s simple Johnny, you’ve seen the Godfather, right?
John Ferrier: Great movie.
Firenze Everett: Yes it is. Vito Corleone, he didn’t want his son Michael to be in the family business, did he?
John Ferrier: Well I …
Firenze Everett: At the start of the movie, did he want him in the business?
John Ferrier: No.
Firenze Everett: Did Michael want his children in the business?
John Ferrier: No.
Firenze Everett: See … that’s what you don’t get, folks like the boss do this to try and provide better futures for their children. They don’t want their children or folks whom they think of as children to wind up in the business, they want better for them than that. I’ve been given the chance to do better, to legitimize and attain fame … all legally.
John Ferrier: But you know how much it hurt him to see you go?
Firenze Everett: I know it did but he understood my request and wanted me to do better for myself. He wanted to see me succeed at a higher level of which he knows I’m more than capable and then some. A truly good mentor and father figure knows when to let go to allow his child to blossom and do it on their own.
John Ferrier: Then how come he hasn’t let me go?
Firenze Everett: Well … you like your line of work, right?
John Ferrier: Yeah.
Firenze Everett: Then why would you need to leave?
John Ferrier: Well suppose I want to … how’d you say … “blossom” and “do it on my own”.
*Firenze laughs a bit at this statement*
Firenze Everett: Johnny … Johnny … Johnny, let me explain, in life, there are two types of people, leaders and followers. I clearly am a leader, someone who has initiative, drive, ideas, someone who marches to her own beat and does exactly what she wants, when she wants to do it. I don’t ask for permission, I seize any opportunities I am given and if I’m not given what I want, then I create my own opportunities. That’s a leader Johnny. You however, you’re a follower, you’re someone who can only do well under the direction and supervision of a leader like myself, like the boss …
John Ferrier: Whoa whoa whoa, are you comparing yourself to the boss?
Firenze Everett: Not right now but in time I could be. He himself said I have the potential.
John Ferrier: That’s betrayal.
Firenze Everett: Oh shut up, go ask him yourself, he said that to me. He would take no offense to it. Think about it, sure you have some money but you toil away in obscurity and will never be anything more to the general public than a nameless and faceless thug. I however … this Sunday I will be performing at a pay per view event entitled “Survival of the Fittest”, quite an apropos name considering that’s what I’ve been doing all my life, surviving! And what’s more, I will be performing at Madison Square Garden! FUCKING MADISON … SQUARE … GARDEN! Do you understand that Johnny? That is the historic and probably most famous arena in the entire world; the fight of the century, Ali vs Frazier was held there, Elvis, the Beatles, Led Zeppelin, the list goes on and on of historic performances there and now … now I get to perform there. That … THAT is the beginning of attaining the fame I desire. But back to my point Johnny, you’re nothing but a follower, much like my opponents this week, Hayley Jones who needs her cousin’s help to get ahead or Alice Blake who’s many relationships with many of the IWF’s top performers ensures her more title qualifiers despite losing to me already … honestly, that’s the best you can hope for because without someone to lead you, much like them, you’d flounder and die.
*John looks positively infuriated to hear these words coming from Firenze and gets up and grabs Firenze by the collar of her blouse. Firenze simply smirks at him as he looks to be seething*
Firenze Everett: Go ahead Johnny, do what I know you want to do, go ahead and hit me, do it! DO IT!
*John reaches back and appears to be ready to hit her*
Firenze Everett: Could you imagine, in his own backyard, if the boss found out you hit me despite his wishes being for me to be allowed to live my life without interference from the family, could you just imagine how angry he would be? What kind of repercussions would there be Johnny if he found out you did all this?
John Ferrier: You … why I should …
Firenze Everett: What’s you’re going to do Johnny is very simple, you’re going to let me go, I’m going to walk out of this restaurant and I’m going to pretend this never happened. And then you are going to let me walk out and thank me for the privilege.
*Firenze removes John’s hands, which have no strength behind them at this point realizing the kind of trouble he would cause for himself if he proceeded any further. She simply continues smirking as she casually starts heading toward the exit of the restaurant. John doesn’t even turn around to look back at her as he is trying to contain his rage*
Firenze Everett: See ya Johnny, was fun chatting with you.
*Firenze walks out the door of the restaurant with a small, sarcastic chuckle on her way out as John is seen to be downright furious over what occurred as the planted waiter comes over to check on John*
Waiter: What happened Jack?
*John simply punches the planted waiter in the gut and yells*
John Ferrier: FUCKING BITCH!
*The scene fades to black*
Saturday 11/22 – 3 PM
Scene: The Future Is Now – Holiday Inn Express in NYC
*The shot opens in Firenze’s Hotel Room, she is on the 13th floor, the top floor of this hotel building where she can see Madison Square Garden, only about two blocks from where she is staying. She is shown standing by the window looking toward the world’s most famous arena in a pensive mood. Wearing a comfortable silk burgundy blouse and some blue jeans, her hair in a ponytail as usual, she surveys the city and the challenge awaiting her.*
Firenze Everett: Tomorrow night … tomorrow night is THE NIGHT! Yes, I have a shot at a qualifier for the IWF Ruby Title, the currently vacant title last held by Mercedes Vargas who incidentally had the longest reign in the history of the Ruby Title at 119 days only to give it up to try and advance in the Heiress to the Throne tournament where she fell against someone whom I can only describe as a worthless weakling of a shill, Amber Richards who also just last month lost the Diamond’s Title to … someone who claims she can count although I disagree with that … and someone who thinks she’s going to intimidate me, another joke of an individual known as Ana Valentine. But that’s not my point here, those two hacks can go kill each other for all I care, no no, what I care about this week are my opponents, the two women who are standing in my way of getting to the Ruby Title, the two women who … quite frankly, I’ve already beaten.
*Firenze turns around and smiles devilishly as she goes to her nightstand next to her bed, she pulls open the drawer and pulls out a cigar and a lighter. She lights up the cigar and inhales a good breath of the cigar, holding it in for a moment, clearly savoring the flavor only to exhale while continuing to hold the cigar*
Firenze Everett: I remember last week I cited nepotism as an issue with this company, particularly with my opponents of last week and some called my claims … outlandish to say the least but this week, I can only say that my match proves that my claims were 100% accurate. Let’s see, I’m facing Hayley Jones again who … oh good lord, she does not belong in the same ring or even the same building with me. Last week in our debut match, you were a non-sequitur, a zero to the left, the forgotten fourth individual, the trash that was brushed under the ring because no one cared about you, no one remembered you, and at the end of the day, you still lost. Face facts, the only reason anyone in the IWF even gave you a chance was because of who your cousin is. Without that, you would be exactly where you belong, either in the unemployment line or likely in your second profession and probably your only talent, out in the street giving it out on the cheap.
*Firenze smiles and inhales another bit from the cigar deciding to take a seat in a nicely upholstered white chair, which sits in front of a flat panel television set. She puts her feet up on the table in front of the chair and decides to relax as she exhales letting out the smoke from the cigar, clearly once again enjoying the flavor of it*
Firenze Everett: Smooth. Now then, if that’s not an example of nepotism, then I bring you to my most obvious example, my second opponent in this triple threat qualifier … none other than the IWF’s resident lunatic, schizo, psycho … add any number of qualifiers but they all point to mental instability and outright insanity, Alice Blake, once again the sister of Reñee Pleasant, sister in law of Angel Blake who refers to himself as the non-existent deity of God, and the wife of Nero Blake and … oh good God, this introduction goes on forever for her. Let’s just say she’s related to a lot of people here in the IWF, which is the only reason she could possibly be in this match. Let’s face facts, last week Alice dear, I beat you, I pinned you right in the center of the ring for my debut. And yes, I understand you have a very difficult time with reality but let me remind you of this reality, you were flat on the mat and then the referee counted … 1 … 2 … 3! And I won! That’s exactly what happened Alice and despite your best efforts, you did what you always do … you failed.
Firenze Everett: So after that, what did you do? Were you content to realize your shortcoming and try to work your way back up the ladder? No. Did you try and train harder to better yourself and become worthy of a title qualifier match? No. I know what you did, you probably went down on your hands and knees, a position quite familiar to you and begged Nero and allowed him to have his way with you, how close to the ball park am I? Considering you appear to be nothing more than a love starved pathetic child who cannot conduct herself properly or did you ask your brother, the rapist perhaps? You know, I can’t pretend to understand you or your fucked up family because honestly, it’s … it’s not even entertaining. At least if I could get a good laugh out of it, I’d try to care but it’s not funny, it’s just … sad to watch. I’m sure you could make a good Lifetime TV movie about it though, they love sappy garbage with weak women like you and I’m sure they’d market the hell out of it, you could make some good money there. Claim that you’re battered and bruised and somehow a victim of society who’s now mentally ill because of it; not that it would be a true claim but it has enough of a veneer of truth that people would buy it, you’d certainly fare better than you did in the ring last week. Back to my point though, I’m sure you schmoozed your way into this match somehow and that’s not surprising, that’s the only way you can get things done around here and really, it’ll make no difference tomorrow night.
Firenze Everett: And that’s what’s so sad about all of this … at Survival of the Fittest, which by the way fans can tune in to watch on the IWF Network for the low low price of only $9.99 … certainly more than what my opponents combined are worth but still, you two are only competing because of third parties influencing decisions on your behalf, how drôle. Doesn’t matter much though …
*Firenze once again places the cigar in the mouth and inhales another bit and exhales a puff of smoke*
Firenze Everett: Tomorrow night, I’ll simply do what I did last Monday night and go through you one more time, I’ll beat you one more time and then I’ll move on to my rightful place with my Ruby Title match. I came in to this company with a promise to myself that I’d head straight to the top and that’s exactly what I’m going to do, not with any help or influence like the two of you scumbags but with my ability, athleticism, and integrity in tact. To sum it up, you two are nothing more than worthless speed bumps on my road to success and I’m going to run right through both of you. I’d wish you luck in this match, which is nothing more than a mere formality but the fact is, not even God … if there actually is one because Angel Blake is definitely not this, not even God himself or anyone or anything can save you from your upcoming loss. This message has been brought to you by the next IWF Ruby Champion … yours truly … THE FIRE … Firenze Everett!
*Firenze smiles as she puts the cigar down in an ash tray and the scene fades to black*
This is a stop on the journey to success for Firenze in the IWF. A victory under her belt, she wants yet another victory on her way to this title. IWF Gold will prove her might in the ring and that despite being new to the business, she has the moxy to not only walk in but to thrive and carve out her own spot on her own terms in the professional wrestling industry. She does not need any nepotism, any connections, any help to achieve her goal, she can do it all on her own and she does not care whom she has to step on to get it done, she will get to the top and crush as many people as she sees fit along the way.
Thursday 11/20 – 11 AM
Scene: An unexpected reunion - Pazzi Pasta in Brooklyn, NY
*A relatively cloudy day in Brooklyn, NY, chilly as is typical of mid November, Firenze is walking by an old favorite restaurant of hers, Pazzi Pasta, where she had many meals with her associates from a time gone by. She notices the restaurant and glances inside noticing it is rather empty as it is just about to open with some folks standing outside waiting to get in for some brunch. She looks at the place, an upscale yet homely Italian restaurant where she often fancied having meals with her associates from a time gone by. Dressed in a velvet black coat, a thick white blouse, black jeans, and her sunglasses on, her ponytail tied back as is usual for her, she contemplates having a meal there for old times sake.*
Firenze Everett: So this place is still around?
*She continues to think about it, hesitant to relive old times as she had departed this place to start a new life yet somehow, the allure of remembering some happy times lies within this place. Just as she is still contemplating entering the restaurant, she gets a phone call on her cell. She takes her cell phone out from her jacket pocket, looks at it quickly and notices who it is and with a look of disdain, puts the phone back, ignoring the call*
Firenze Everett: Ugh … I don’t want to talk to Johnny. He’s going to go on schlepping endlessly and I’m not in the mood for it.
*Firenze decides to go into the restaurant and calls for the attention of the host*
Restaurant Host: Welcome to …
*The look on the face of the host changes to one of surprise and shock as he recognizes the face he sees*
Restaurant Host: Fire?
*Firenze does not look as surprised but is still taken aback at seeing who the host is*
Firenze Everett: Rick, they still have you working here? I thought they fired you after…
Rick Appel: Yeah yeah, shh … leave it alone.
Firenze Everett: Oh I will if you take care of me and place me in one of those booths by the back, you know, the secluded ones, I’d like to eat here quietly.
Rick Appel: Understood. You know, the boys miss you.
Firenze Everett: I know but … they know why I left. It was nothing personal.
Rick Appel: But this life is all they have, it is very personal to them.
Firenze Everett: Look Rick … I get it, fact is I made the hard choices I had to make and …
*Firenze thinks for a second to herself and quickly changes her expression from one of understanding to one of annoyance*
Firenze Everett: Wait a minute, why in the hell am I justifying my decisions to you? My life is just that … MINE! Just get me to that table and leave me be.
Rick Appel: You’ve changed Fire.
Firenze Everett: The hell I have.
*Rick and Firenze start walking toward a table in the back of the restaurant*
Rick Appel: You used to be far nicer.
Firenze Everett: Nicer? I’d say more naïve Ricky; fact is I simply grew up and learned how the world works. Or what, did you and “the boys” think that I would remain the same, young, naïve, innocent little girl who needed to have her hand held every step of the way? I progressed and evolved, something you could certainly stand to do.
Rick Appel: Oh yeah, into what, a bitch?
*Firenze looks supremely annoyed at this as they finally reach her table in the back of the restaurant. This area of the restaurant is still empty and Firenze takes a liberty with Rick and decides to grab him by his collared shirt*
Firenze Everett: So what if I am a bitch? Huh, does that bother you? Does that bother “the boys”? That I now take care of myself, is that an issue for you? Listen, why don’t you be a good little Jew boy, run along, and do your job while I enjoy my meal, you understand Ricky?
*Firenze gives him a sick smile as she lets go of his collar and straightens it for him with a sarcastic look on her face as he looks disgusted at her actions. She then takes a seat in her booth as her cell phone rings again, she looks at the phone, removes it from her jacket pocket and notices Johnny is calling her again. She ignores the call and proceeds to power off the phone and places it back in her pocket*
Firenze Everett: Not in the mood for that.
*A waiter approaches her table as Firenze makes herself comfortable*
Waiter: Miss … welcome to Pazzi’s.
Firenze Everett: You must be new.
Waiter: Not really, I’ve been here for some time.
*Firenze examines the waiter from head to toe and she notices that he is wearing a Rolex watch, unusual for a waiter. She decides to play along as she feels something is off about the man*
Firenze Everett: Some time, huh? So … what would you recommend on the menu?
*She pretends to browse the menu to herself and looks over an entree*
Firenze Everett: I see this Pasta Chicken Alfredo looks really good.
Waiter: Yes, one of our fine specials on the menu.
*Firenze starts chuckling as she puts the menu down*
Firenze Everett: There’s no such entrée on the menu. Okay spill it, who are you really? Did Johnny send you?
*The waiter begins to look nervous and tries to talk his way out of this*
Waiter: What are you talking about? Who’s Johnny?
Firenze Everett: Don’t play dumb with me, you being a waiter who claims to have been here for a while, I read off a fake entrée and you play it off as if it’s great and you’re wearing a Rolex … too many pieces don’t fit. Where is he?
Waiter: I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Firenze Everett: You’re a terrible liar. Is he in the back? Do I need to go back there and get him myself?
Waiter: I …
*A relatively short man starts approaching the table where Firenze is; wearing a blue suit with a collared white shirt, he looks at Firenze with a degree of anger and contempt and takes a seat at her table as he gestures for the waiter to leave*
Firenze Everett: I’d say it’s a pleasure Johnny but you and I would both know I’m lying.
John Ferrier: Why do you insist on calling me Johnny? You know everyone calls me Jack.
Firenze Everett: I’m not everyone Johnny and you know that. Besides, your name’s John, hence I call you Johnny, it never made sense to me to call you Jack. That may have worked for Kennedy but you’re no Kennedy.
John Ferrier: You’re right, I’m not a lying sack of shit.
*Firenze looks more annoyed than ever at this point, clearly disliking the company that has joined her*
Firenze Everett: I know you didn’t just come here to discuss our opinions of politicians. Why are you here? I heard you weren’t exactly too happy with my leaving.
John Ferrier: Has Leo been talkin’ again?
Firenze Everett: No, but I knew you were pissed from the beginning. You were never one to be happy when you didn’t get your way and you know it. Why can’t you accept that I’ve moved on?
John Ferrier: That’s just it Fire, no one just “moves on” from this business. You know better than that. You think this is some fuckin’ country club you can just up and leave when you decide it’s enough?
Firenze Everett: I got the old man’s blessing didn’t I? Why can’t you accept that?
John Ferrier: You know he always had a soft spot for you, he thought of you as…
Firenze Everett: The daughter he never had … I know, I know. It’s not my fault I did well for him and he accepted me so graciously into the family. Whether you like it or not, I have moved on and it’s time you did as well.
John Ferrier: Don’t kid yourself. I still don’t understand how he let you leave though.
Firenze Everett: It’s simple Johnny, you’ve seen the Godfather, right?
John Ferrier: Great movie.
Firenze Everett: Yes it is. Vito Corleone, he didn’t want his son Michael to be in the family business, did he?
John Ferrier: Well I …
Firenze Everett: At the start of the movie, did he want him in the business?
John Ferrier: No.
Firenze Everett: Did Michael want his children in the business?
John Ferrier: No.
Firenze Everett: See … that’s what you don’t get, folks like the boss do this to try and provide better futures for their children. They don’t want their children or folks whom they think of as children to wind up in the business, they want better for them than that. I’ve been given the chance to do better, to legitimize and attain fame … all legally.
John Ferrier: But you know how much it hurt him to see you go?
Firenze Everett: I know it did but he understood my request and wanted me to do better for myself. He wanted to see me succeed at a higher level of which he knows I’m more than capable and then some. A truly good mentor and father figure knows when to let go to allow his child to blossom and do it on their own.
John Ferrier: Then how come he hasn’t let me go?
Firenze Everett: Well … you like your line of work, right?
John Ferrier: Yeah.
Firenze Everett: Then why would you need to leave?
John Ferrier: Well suppose I want to … how’d you say … “blossom” and “do it on my own”.
*Firenze laughs a bit at this statement*
Firenze Everett: Johnny … Johnny … Johnny, let me explain, in life, there are two types of people, leaders and followers. I clearly am a leader, someone who has initiative, drive, ideas, someone who marches to her own beat and does exactly what she wants, when she wants to do it. I don’t ask for permission, I seize any opportunities I am given and if I’m not given what I want, then I create my own opportunities. That’s a leader Johnny. You however, you’re a follower, you’re someone who can only do well under the direction and supervision of a leader like myself, like the boss …
John Ferrier: Whoa whoa whoa, are you comparing yourself to the boss?
Firenze Everett: Not right now but in time I could be. He himself said I have the potential.
John Ferrier: That’s betrayal.
Firenze Everett: Oh shut up, go ask him yourself, he said that to me. He would take no offense to it. Think about it, sure you have some money but you toil away in obscurity and will never be anything more to the general public than a nameless and faceless thug. I however … this Sunday I will be performing at a pay per view event entitled “Survival of the Fittest”, quite an apropos name considering that’s what I’ve been doing all my life, surviving! And what’s more, I will be performing at Madison Square Garden! FUCKING MADISON … SQUARE … GARDEN! Do you understand that Johnny? That is the historic and probably most famous arena in the entire world; the fight of the century, Ali vs Frazier was held there, Elvis, the Beatles, Led Zeppelin, the list goes on and on of historic performances there and now … now I get to perform there. That … THAT is the beginning of attaining the fame I desire. But back to my point Johnny, you’re nothing but a follower, much like my opponents this week, Hayley Jones who needs her cousin’s help to get ahead or Alice Blake who’s many relationships with many of the IWF’s top performers ensures her more title qualifiers despite losing to me already … honestly, that’s the best you can hope for because without someone to lead you, much like them, you’d flounder and die.
*John looks positively infuriated to hear these words coming from Firenze and gets up and grabs Firenze by the collar of her blouse. Firenze simply smirks at him as he looks to be seething*
Firenze Everett: Go ahead Johnny, do what I know you want to do, go ahead and hit me, do it! DO IT!
*John reaches back and appears to be ready to hit her*
Firenze Everett: Could you imagine, in his own backyard, if the boss found out you hit me despite his wishes being for me to be allowed to live my life without interference from the family, could you just imagine how angry he would be? What kind of repercussions would there be Johnny if he found out you did all this?
John Ferrier: You … why I should …
Firenze Everett: What’s you’re going to do Johnny is very simple, you’re going to let me go, I’m going to walk out of this restaurant and I’m going to pretend this never happened. And then you are going to let me walk out and thank me for the privilege.
*Firenze removes John’s hands, which have no strength behind them at this point realizing the kind of trouble he would cause for himself if he proceeded any further. She simply continues smirking as she casually starts heading toward the exit of the restaurant. John doesn’t even turn around to look back at her as he is trying to contain his rage*
Firenze Everett: See ya Johnny, was fun chatting with you.
*Firenze walks out the door of the restaurant with a small, sarcastic chuckle on her way out as John is seen to be downright furious over what occurred as the planted waiter comes over to check on John*
Waiter: What happened Jack?
*John simply punches the planted waiter in the gut and yells*
John Ferrier: FUCKING BITCH!
*The scene fades to black*
Saturday 11/22 – 3 PM
Scene: The Future Is Now – Holiday Inn Express in NYC
*The shot opens in Firenze’s Hotel Room, she is on the 13th floor, the top floor of this hotel building where she can see Madison Square Garden, only about two blocks from where she is staying. She is shown standing by the window looking toward the world’s most famous arena in a pensive mood. Wearing a comfortable silk burgundy blouse and some blue jeans, her hair in a ponytail as usual, she surveys the city and the challenge awaiting her.*
Firenze Everett: Tomorrow night … tomorrow night is THE NIGHT! Yes, I have a shot at a qualifier for the IWF Ruby Title, the currently vacant title last held by Mercedes Vargas who incidentally had the longest reign in the history of the Ruby Title at 119 days only to give it up to try and advance in the Heiress to the Throne tournament where she fell against someone whom I can only describe as a worthless weakling of a shill, Amber Richards who also just last month lost the Diamond’s Title to … someone who claims she can count although I disagree with that … and someone who thinks she’s going to intimidate me, another joke of an individual known as Ana Valentine. But that’s not my point here, those two hacks can go kill each other for all I care, no no, what I care about this week are my opponents, the two women who are standing in my way of getting to the Ruby Title, the two women who … quite frankly, I’ve already beaten.
*Firenze turns around and smiles devilishly as she goes to her nightstand next to her bed, she pulls open the drawer and pulls out a cigar and a lighter. She lights up the cigar and inhales a good breath of the cigar, holding it in for a moment, clearly savoring the flavor only to exhale while continuing to hold the cigar*
Firenze Everett: I remember last week I cited nepotism as an issue with this company, particularly with my opponents of last week and some called my claims … outlandish to say the least but this week, I can only say that my match proves that my claims were 100% accurate. Let’s see, I’m facing Hayley Jones again who … oh good lord, she does not belong in the same ring or even the same building with me. Last week in our debut match, you were a non-sequitur, a zero to the left, the forgotten fourth individual, the trash that was brushed under the ring because no one cared about you, no one remembered you, and at the end of the day, you still lost. Face facts, the only reason anyone in the IWF even gave you a chance was because of who your cousin is. Without that, you would be exactly where you belong, either in the unemployment line or likely in your second profession and probably your only talent, out in the street giving it out on the cheap.
*Firenze smiles and inhales another bit from the cigar deciding to take a seat in a nicely upholstered white chair, which sits in front of a flat panel television set. She puts her feet up on the table in front of the chair and decides to relax as she exhales letting out the smoke from the cigar, clearly once again enjoying the flavor of it*
Firenze Everett: Smooth. Now then, if that’s not an example of nepotism, then I bring you to my most obvious example, my second opponent in this triple threat qualifier … none other than the IWF’s resident lunatic, schizo, psycho … add any number of qualifiers but they all point to mental instability and outright insanity, Alice Blake, once again the sister of Reñee Pleasant, sister in law of Angel Blake who refers to himself as the non-existent deity of God, and the wife of Nero Blake and … oh good God, this introduction goes on forever for her. Let’s just say she’s related to a lot of people here in the IWF, which is the only reason she could possibly be in this match. Let’s face facts, last week Alice dear, I beat you, I pinned you right in the center of the ring for my debut. And yes, I understand you have a very difficult time with reality but let me remind you of this reality, you were flat on the mat and then the referee counted … 1 … 2 … 3! And I won! That’s exactly what happened Alice and despite your best efforts, you did what you always do … you failed.
Firenze Everett: So after that, what did you do? Were you content to realize your shortcoming and try to work your way back up the ladder? No. Did you try and train harder to better yourself and become worthy of a title qualifier match? No. I know what you did, you probably went down on your hands and knees, a position quite familiar to you and begged Nero and allowed him to have his way with you, how close to the ball park am I? Considering you appear to be nothing more than a love starved pathetic child who cannot conduct herself properly or did you ask your brother, the rapist perhaps? You know, I can’t pretend to understand you or your fucked up family because honestly, it’s … it’s not even entertaining. At least if I could get a good laugh out of it, I’d try to care but it’s not funny, it’s just … sad to watch. I’m sure you could make a good Lifetime TV movie about it though, they love sappy garbage with weak women like you and I’m sure they’d market the hell out of it, you could make some good money there. Claim that you’re battered and bruised and somehow a victim of society who’s now mentally ill because of it; not that it would be a true claim but it has enough of a veneer of truth that people would buy it, you’d certainly fare better than you did in the ring last week. Back to my point though, I’m sure you schmoozed your way into this match somehow and that’s not surprising, that’s the only way you can get things done around here and really, it’ll make no difference tomorrow night.
Firenze Everett: And that’s what’s so sad about all of this … at Survival of the Fittest, which by the way fans can tune in to watch on the IWF Network for the low low price of only $9.99 … certainly more than what my opponents combined are worth but still, you two are only competing because of third parties influencing decisions on your behalf, how drôle. Doesn’t matter much though …
*Firenze once again places the cigar in the mouth and inhales another bit and exhales a puff of smoke*
Firenze Everett: Tomorrow night, I’ll simply do what I did last Monday night and go through you one more time, I’ll beat you one more time and then I’ll move on to my rightful place with my Ruby Title match. I came in to this company with a promise to myself that I’d head straight to the top and that’s exactly what I’m going to do, not with any help or influence like the two of you scumbags but with my ability, athleticism, and integrity in tact. To sum it up, you two are nothing more than worthless speed bumps on my road to success and I’m going to run right through both of you. I’d wish you luck in this match, which is nothing more than a mere formality but the fact is, not even God … if there actually is one because Angel Blake is definitely not this, not even God himself or anyone or anything can save you from your upcoming loss. This message has been brought to you by the next IWF Ruby Champion … yours truly … THE FIRE … Firenze Everett!
*Firenze smiles as she puts the cigar down in an ash tray and the scene fades to black*
Well howdy there pardner.