Post by Awesome Stick Labor on Mar 11, 2015 19:09:55 GMT
So Monday came to pass, and honestly...I'm thoroughly proud of myself.
After all, 'twas only logical for me to earn my tiger stripes against someone like Ana Valentine, a miguided tart who only prides herself in holding her precious trophy. Then again, who else can make the claim that they made their official debut against the self-righteous slut of a Diamonds champion? I can, and even though things didn't turn out the way I wanted, I still had a jolly good time out there.
At least I'll keep my head up—after all, 'tis only logical to maintain the pride I have for my work.
I never joke about my work.
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Episode I
ON WISCONSIN!
After all, 'twas only logical for me to earn my tiger stripes against someone like Ana Valentine, a miguided tart who only prides herself in holding her precious trophy. Then again, who else can make the claim that they made their official debut against the self-righteous slut of a Diamonds champion? I can, and even though things didn't turn out the way I wanted, I still had a jolly good time out there.
At least I'll keep my head up—after all, 'tis only logical to maintain the pride I have for my work.
I never joke about my work.
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Episode I
ON WISCONSIN!
August 11, 2000 – 5:30 PM (EDT)
UNIVERSITY OF WISCONSIN [Lakeshore Hall, #347-A] – MADISON, WI
[The year is now 2000. George W. Bush is about to make his first run for President of the United States, the Y2K craze has come to pass without incident, and the online “dot-coms” were booming faster than anyone can ever imagine.
We find ourselves tucked away on the campus of the University of Wisconsin on a late summer's afternoon as Fiona McFly, a fresh-faced graduate of the Arlington, Texas secondary school where she once roamed the halls with one Jack Gaither, places the last of her treasures—a photo of her and Jack—onto a small desk on the “A” side of dorm room #347. Sporting a black formal outfit, the Irishwoman gently plunks herself down on the bed and lies back, thinking of nothing else but the road she's taken to get to Madison. Yet her meditation is short-lived as a young African-American lady steps into the room and onto the “B” side, where she places a red jacket she was carrying into her closet and shuts the door. Sporting a white shirt that reads “LADY BADGERS VOLLEYBALL” and blue jeans, the gal notices Fiona lazing about and calmly pulls up a chair next to her.]
ROOMMATE: Well, well...ya must be my new roommate.
FIONA MCFLY: That I am. How do you do?
ROOMMATE: Peachy-keen.
[Fiona's new roommate notices the formal outfit.]
ROOMMATE: What's with the outfit? Ya look like you're goin' to a funeral.
FIONA: Hehehe...'tis only academic dress.
ROOMMATE: HA! Academic dress? Hun...this ain't Notre Dame. You're in Badger country now.
FIONA: I, uh, noticed by your shirt. Volleyball, isn't it?
ROOMMATE: Damn skippy. You play anything?
[Fiona shakes her head.]
FIONA: I'm really not into the sporting world that much. But my boyfriend Jack? He loves the gridiron.
[Fiona's roommate peers over at the photo of her and Jack with a sly grin on her face.]
ROOMMATE: Is he gonna play football here?
FIONA: I'm afraid not...he tore his ACL during a game and ended his career.
ROOMMATE: Aww, that's too bad.
FIONA: But...I heard he's going to join the United States Marines after he's through rehabbing.
ROOMMATE: That's awesome!
[The young African-American roommate extends her hand as Fiona sits up.]
ANGELA “ANGIE” JOHNSON: I'm Angela...but call me “Angie.”
FIONA: The name's McFly, Fiona McFly. Seems like we're gonna be in for a rather...interesting year.
ANGIE: Oh yeah...you'll love it here. The campus is so amazing to see even during the long, cold winters we tend to get every year.
[The two ladies shake hands.]
FIONA: Texas winters are generally quite mild, but we do get our share of ice and snow.
ANGIE: Oh, you'll get a helluva lot more here than you've ever gotten down there. Anyways, ya don't sound like you're from Texas--or anywhere else in the States.
FIONA: I'm from Northern Ireland—part Irish, part Scottish, part Englishgirl...and fully ready for the challenge that lies ahead.
ANGIE: That's the spirit, hun. Anyways, I'm headin' to the Student Union to get some grub. Wanna come with me? I'll give ya the grand tour of campus.
FIONA: Sure...but can ya give me a moment?
ANGIE: That's cool. I'll see ya when you're good and ready.
[Fiona watches as Angie leaves the room before turning her attention towards the window. She pulls up the blinds and gazes out towards Lake Mendota, the largest and most visible of the lakes on the picturesque campus, with a warm and gentle smile.]
FIONA: (sigh) I wonder if Jack's a'right...
[Fiona collects herself and grabs her room keys; she heads out the door to meet Angie in the chow hall with a hopeful thought that Jack will be just fine fresh in her mind.]
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Paige Garcia, you're outta your Vulcan mind to think that I don't have the mental fortitude to survive in this sport?
Hun, you are gravely misinformed. Whilst you and your sister are trying to make it in the sporting world, but grappling is simply a mere part of that world. Where were you and Sara hangin' about before you two decided to sign up for the gig in the first place—at a hooligan's whorehouse? Paige, you of all people, should have done more homework on me than simply saying that I don't have the mental capacity to make it in the ring on my own.
I've had to survive on my own out in the real world.
I had to deal with a father who drank himself to death and a mum who worked two jobs just to make sure I was well-kept. Our family barely had any money, but how did I fare in the real world? Very well, thank you. I EARNED a full academic scholarship to the University of Wisconsin with a top-ten-percentage 3.847 grade points average in my secondary school class. I hold a ring from Wisconsin—and a degree in business management—and when the opportunities came, I took them and ran. I inherited a pub from my father and ran it with the utmost care and respect; I dealt with the drunken hooligans on my own. I didn't NEED anyone to show me what it was like to run a small business out in the middle of nowhere, because I kept my chin up and my mind clear.
And frankly, I didn't need Jack to give me the grand tour. He came to me and gave me the chance to live a better life than as some pub owner in a shite-hole town—after all, I owed him a favour for saving me from those bullies in that locker room years ago.
So I paid him back in kind and signed up for grappling.
Yet unlike you and your sister, we don't dwell on past mistakes. We learn from them and we keep going.
Paige, ya brood too much over grappling and its trappings. You don't understand that there's a better reward out there than simply wins or losses—and that's to earn respect for yourself and those around you. You haven't gotten that yet, hun. Look at me? Who else can say that they made their official debut against the current Diamonds champion and hold their heads up high even though they lost? I've held my head up high my whole life, and guess where that got me, huh? A man who cares deeply for me and a chance to rid myself of the hell I had to go through.
At least I did something right when I went out there and gave Ana Banana everything I could muster, and now...this coming Thursday sweetie, I'm gonna show ya what it's truly like to get out there and earn that respect. And I'm planning to do it on my own.
I guarantee it.
Paige Garcia, you're outta your Vulcan mind to think that I don't have the mental fortitude to survive in this sport?
Hun, you are gravely misinformed. Whilst you and your sister are trying to make it in the sporting world, but grappling is simply a mere part of that world. Where were you and Sara hangin' about before you two decided to sign up for the gig in the first place—at a hooligan's whorehouse? Paige, you of all people, should have done more homework on me than simply saying that I don't have the mental capacity to make it in the ring on my own.
I've had to survive on my own out in the real world.
I had to deal with a father who drank himself to death and a mum who worked two jobs just to make sure I was well-kept. Our family barely had any money, but how did I fare in the real world? Very well, thank you. I EARNED a full academic scholarship to the University of Wisconsin with a top-ten-percentage 3.847 grade points average in my secondary school class. I hold a ring from Wisconsin—and a degree in business management—and when the opportunities came, I took them and ran. I inherited a pub from my father and ran it with the utmost care and respect; I dealt with the drunken hooligans on my own. I didn't NEED anyone to show me what it was like to run a small business out in the middle of nowhere, because I kept my chin up and my mind clear.
And frankly, I didn't need Jack to give me the grand tour. He came to me and gave me the chance to live a better life than as some pub owner in a shite-hole town—after all, I owed him a favour for saving me from those bullies in that locker room years ago.
So I paid him back in kind and signed up for grappling.
Yet unlike you and your sister, we don't dwell on past mistakes. We learn from them and we keep going.
Paige, ya brood too much over grappling and its trappings. You don't understand that there's a better reward out there than simply wins or losses—and that's to earn respect for yourself and those around you. You haven't gotten that yet, hun. Look at me? Who else can say that they made their official debut against the current Diamonds champion and hold their heads up high even though they lost? I've held my head up high my whole life, and guess where that got me, huh? A man who cares deeply for me and a chance to rid myself of the hell I had to go through.
At least I did something right when I went out there and gave Ana Banana everything I could muster, and now...this coming Thursday sweetie, I'm gonna show ya what it's truly like to get out there and earn that respect. And I'm planning to do it on my own.
I guarantee it.
Well howdy there pardner.