Post by Fiona McFly on Nov 28, 2015 5:14:27 GMT
26 November 2015 – 12:30 PM (CST)
LAS LUPES – CEDAR HILL, TX
We find ourselves inside the Cedar Hill Las Lupes, a small chain of authentic Mexican restaurants that is primarily based primarily in the Dallas-Ft. Worth Metroplex, where Fiona McFly and Shelby Janeway--the widow of bully Russell--are sitting in a booth, slowly sipping on bottles of Corona Extra while eating from a giant basket of chips and salsa. Despite the fact that the restaurant is the only eating place open on Thanksgiving Day, the place is generally empty save for a group of waitresses and several small families sitting in other tables.
FIONA MCFLY: Thank you for joining me today, Shelby.
SHELBY JANEWAY: You're welcome, hun—figured ya didn't wanna have a Thanksgivin' lunch by your lonesome now.
FIONA: I'm honoured—now that Jack's gone to the Zen monastery, I have a little more time for my interests.
Both ladies, sporting somewhat-matching black dresses, chuckle with glee. Fiona looks around the dining area with a warm grin on her face, relieved that--unlike the last time she went out to eat--she hasn't heard from or seen the pesky former PGA golfer known as Johnny "Happy" Gilmore.
FIONA: Honestly, I just want to rid myself of that...damned golfer for a moment—if not for a singular day.
Shelby pulls up her brunette hair, laughing as she munches on a tortilla chip.
FIONA: It's funny, Thanksgiving should be a time to spend with family yet we're the only ones here.
The Longview, Texas native sighs, shaking her head as she takes a drink from her bottle of brew.
SHELBY: I ain't exactly welcome in my own family.
The Irishwoman perks up both brows.
FIONA: Oh, the horror...
SHELBY: Yeah, marryin' Russell Janeway wasn't exactly somethin' my momma and poppa approved of in the first place.
Fiona grits her teeth.
FIONA: Why the bleedin' hell would you want to marry HIM in the first place--especially after every horrid thing he did to the both of us in the past?!
SHELBY: I thought I could change him—make him see that his ego was gonna do him more harm than good. I was wrong—and my parents haven't forgiven me ever since.
The Badger alum closes her eyes for a moment as she tries not to remember the ways in which the late corrupt prosecutor terrorized her throughout her time in secondary school and later on in the courtroom, ending with the death of her firstborn son.
FIONA: Russell...he was so stubborn from the start—lacked humility, lacked manners, lacked honour. He refused to change 'cause you tried to MAKE him do so. Human nature dictates that you can't make other people change their mindset—they have to change it by themselves.
Shelby silently nods her head.
FIONA: Whilst we can be a “support system” for others, the ultimate responsibility of changing belongs to the individual. You should tell your parents this—explain to them that you only wanted to help him only to be turned away.
Shelby warmly smiles as a waitress brings her and Fiona their food--the Irishwoman ordered some chicken quesadillas while the East Texan ordered the flauta special.
SHELBY: I'll try.
FIONA: “Do...or do not—there is no 'try.'”
Both woman laugh.
SHELBY: C'mon, enough of the sappy shit. Let's eat before the beer turns stale.
As Fiona munches on her quesadilla, her eyes begin to glow with a gentle aura. For once in her life, she's learning how to support others just as she was once supported by people like Jack Gaither. On this special holiday, the Irishwoman begins to think of all the things in her lifetime that she's thankful for--including her own ability to enjoy life itself without fear or worry.
LAS LUPES – CEDAR HILL, TX
We find ourselves inside the Cedar Hill Las Lupes, a small chain of authentic Mexican restaurants that is primarily based primarily in the Dallas-Ft. Worth Metroplex, where Fiona McFly and Shelby Janeway--the widow of bully Russell--are sitting in a booth, slowly sipping on bottles of Corona Extra while eating from a giant basket of chips and salsa. Despite the fact that the restaurant is the only eating place open on Thanksgiving Day, the place is generally empty save for a group of waitresses and several small families sitting in other tables.
FIONA MCFLY: Thank you for joining me today, Shelby.
SHELBY JANEWAY: You're welcome, hun—figured ya didn't wanna have a Thanksgivin' lunch by your lonesome now.
FIONA: I'm honoured—now that Jack's gone to the Zen monastery, I have a little more time for my interests.
Both ladies, sporting somewhat-matching black dresses, chuckle with glee. Fiona looks around the dining area with a warm grin on her face, relieved that--unlike the last time she went out to eat--she hasn't heard from or seen the pesky former PGA golfer known as Johnny "Happy" Gilmore.
FIONA: Honestly, I just want to rid myself of that...damned golfer for a moment—if not for a singular day.
Shelby pulls up her brunette hair, laughing as she munches on a tortilla chip.
FIONA: It's funny, Thanksgiving should be a time to spend with family yet we're the only ones here.
The Longview, Texas native sighs, shaking her head as she takes a drink from her bottle of brew.
SHELBY: I ain't exactly welcome in my own family.
The Irishwoman perks up both brows.
FIONA: Oh, the horror...
SHELBY: Yeah, marryin' Russell Janeway wasn't exactly somethin' my momma and poppa approved of in the first place.
Fiona grits her teeth.
FIONA: Why the bleedin' hell would you want to marry HIM in the first place--especially after every horrid thing he did to the both of us in the past?!
SHELBY: I thought I could change him—make him see that his ego was gonna do him more harm than good. I was wrong—and my parents haven't forgiven me ever since.
The Badger alum closes her eyes for a moment as she tries not to remember the ways in which the late corrupt prosecutor terrorized her throughout her time in secondary school and later on in the courtroom, ending with the death of her firstborn son.
FIONA: Russell...he was so stubborn from the start—lacked humility, lacked manners, lacked honour. He refused to change 'cause you tried to MAKE him do so. Human nature dictates that you can't make other people change their mindset—they have to change it by themselves.
Shelby silently nods her head.
FIONA: Whilst we can be a “support system” for others, the ultimate responsibility of changing belongs to the individual. You should tell your parents this—explain to them that you only wanted to help him only to be turned away.
Shelby warmly smiles as a waitress brings her and Fiona their food--the Irishwoman ordered some chicken quesadillas while the East Texan ordered the flauta special.
SHELBY: I'll try.
FIONA: “Do...or do not—there is no 'try.'”
Both woman laugh.
SHELBY: C'mon, enough of the sappy shit. Let's eat before the beer turns stale.
As Fiona munches on her quesadilla, her eyes begin to glow with a gentle aura. For once in her life, she's learning how to support others just as she was once supported by people like Jack Gaither. On this special holiday, the Irishwoman begins to think of all the things in her lifetime that she's thankful for--including her own ability to enjoy life itself without fear or worry.
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Thanksgiving shouldn't be an American-centric holiday that's held on a Thursday during the 4th week of November; it should be a global holiday that ought to be celebrated EVERY day.
In retrospect, Thanksgiving has always been the time of year when people tend to sit down and watch the gridiron over things like turkey, dressing, and banana pudding. It is the time of year when families get together and count their blessings, thinking of the many things that they are truly thankful for in their lives whilst reflecting upon the people around them that have passed away.
In my case, and on a very personal note, I am eternally thankful for being able to spend another day living on this planet. As a child, I had to witness my father's emasculation in the midst of my homeland's civil conflict; during that time of strife, I had to fully grasp the notion that Belfast wasn't a “safe haven” as I thought it would be—that I was truly living in a “hell on earth,” that those attackers could have easily killed me had they gotten the chance. Yet I lived through that chaos, forgining my own path towards becoming a productive member of our society.
Throughout my adult life—whether it'd be my time in University of Wisconsin or as a grappler in the Imperial world—I've made my fair share of mistakes, most of which were preventable. Yet I didn't damn myself for those mistakes nor did I let them corrupt me—I would figure out what was right in my life and ran with it. To be fair, my life hasn't been exactly the one I've wanted to live—after all, I wanted to play golf full-time and not just for show—but I'm really grateful for the things that've been given to me in the IWF universe.
Including the desire—the need—to go further than the haters want me to.
I've had quite the journey throughout my time in the sport of grappling, but I'm VERY grateful for what Jack did for me. He and I have known each other ever since secondary school, and time and time again he did everything in his power—including placing his own reputation in jeopardy—in order to make sure that I felt safe and secure. When I was locked up in that hellhole for an asylum, Jack and his friends risked their upstanding citizenry to break me out of there because, in their own minds, they believed that the good of the one—me—was more important to them than anything else. Without people like him, Livia, Mack, or Blade, only God knows where I would end up. They are my friends—my support system—and they helped me realise that having fun in all aspects of life was more important that, dare I say, logic itself.
Not even a full year has passed since I entered IWF against Ana Jones, but I find myself headlining Survival of the Fittest in the Extinction match. As I understand it, this match will have every title on the line—including the one prize that, quite frankly, I've wanted ever since day one...the Diamonds Championship. I think of Alexis Caffery and how she's managed to climb her way to the top of the division, and even though most people tried to put her off as a sort of “one-hit wonder< she beat the psychotic Eternity at her own game to reclaim her championship.
But herein lie the problems I have with Ms. Caffery: she allowed herself to be corrupted thanks to her association with husband Mike Laszlo, not to mention the fact that Kayla Richards—the Shieldmaidon of all people—was responsible for allowing her to win the title in the first place over Ana Jones. She had become naïve of the fact that she had help—whether it was accidental or not—in order to win that, in the end, it cost her dearly.
I'm not planning on making that mistake.
My time in the IWF locker room has been filled with ups and downs, just like my favourite rollercoaster ride—the Titan—yet regardless of the outcome, I've always had fun and shall continue to do so. In the end, I never let the anybody rattle my well-being with overly cliché phrases like “No Fifi McFlapps, you can't do this; you can't do that. You're not good enough, sweetheart.” I will never allow myself to be damned by people like Kayla Richards, who continuously whines about not getting enough appreciation—for I went out there and EARNED my respect simply by going out there and having fun. And when I become the new Diamonds Champion, I won't let the prestige of the title corrupt me unlike Alexis did—in no small part due to her association with Mike, not to mention Kayla's assistance.
People might tell me that I'm helpless without Jack, but come the pay-per-view I'll show them what it truly means to win a championship without the aid of others.
That, ladies and gentlemen, would be quite smashing indeed.
I guarantee it.
Thanksgiving shouldn't be an American-centric holiday that's held on a Thursday during the 4th week of November; it should be a global holiday that ought to be celebrated EVERY day.
In retrospect, Thanksgiving has always been the time of year when people tend to sit down and watch the gridiron over things like turkey, dressing, and banana pudding. It is the time of year when families get together and count their blessings, thinking of the many things that they are truly thankful for in their lives whilst reflecting upon the people around them that have passed away.
In my case, and on a very personal note, I am eternally thankful for being able to spend another day living on this planet. As a child, I had to witness my father's emasculation in the midst of my homeland's civil conflict; during that time of strife, I had to fully grasp the notion that Belfast wasn't a “safe haven” as I thought it would be—that I was truly living in a “hell on earth,” that those attackers could have easily killed me had they gotten the chance. Yet I lived through that chaos, forgining my own path towards becoming a productive member of our society.
Throughout my adult life—whether it'd be my time in University of Wisconsin or as a grappler in the Imperial world—I've made my fair share of mistakes, most of which were preventable. Yet I didn't damn myself for those mistakes nor did I let them corrupt me—I would figure out what was right in my life and ran with it. To be fair, my life hasn't been exactly the one I've wanted to live—after all, I wanted to play golf full-time and not just for show—but I'm really grateful for the things that've been given to me in the IWF universe.
Including the desire—the need—to go further than the haters want me to.
I've had quite the journey throughout my time in the sport of grappling, but I'm VERY grateful for what Jack did for me. He and I have known each other ever since secondary school, and time and time again he did everything in his power—including placing his own reputation in jeopardy—in order to make sure that I felt safe and secure. When I was locked up in that hellhole for an asylum, Jack and his friends risked their upstanding citizenry to break me out of there because, in their own minds, they believed that the good of the one—me—was more important to them than anything else. Without people like him, Livia, Mack, or Blade, only God knows where I would end up. They are my friends—my support system—and they helped me realise that having fun in all aspects of life was more important that, dare I say, logic itself.
Not even a full year has passed since I entered IWF against Ana Jones, but I find myself headlining Survival of the Fittest in the Extinction match. As I understand it, this match will have every title on the line—including the one prize that, quite frankly, I've wanted ever since day one...the Diamonds Championship. I think of Alexis Caffery and how she's managed to climb her way to the top of the division, and even though most people tried to put her off as a sort of “one-hit wonder< she beat the psychotic Eternity at her own game to reclaim her championship.
But herein lie the problems I have with Ms. Caffery: she allowed herself to be corrupted thanks to her association with husband Mike Laszlo, not to mention the fact that Kayla Richards—the Shieldmaidon of all people—was responsible for allowing her to win the title in the first place over Ana Jones. She had become naïve of the fact that she had help—whether it was accidental or not—in order to win that, in the end, it cost her dearly.
I'm not planning on making that mistake.
My time in the IWF locker room has been filled with ups and downs, just like my favourite rollercoaster ride—the Titan—yet regardless of the outcome, I've always had fun and shall continue to do so. In the end, I never let the anybody rattle my well-being with overly cliché phrases like “No Fifi McFlapps, you can't do this; you can't do that. You're not good enough, sweetheart.” I will never allow myself to be damned by people like Kayla Richards, who continuously whines about not getting enough appreciation—for I went out there and EARNED my respect simply by going out there and having fun. And when I become the new Diamonds Champion, I won't let the prestige of the title corrupt me unlike Alexis did—in no small part due to her association with Mike, not to mention Kayla's assistance.
People might tell me that I'm helpless without Jack, but come the pay-per-view I'll show them what it truly means to win a championship without the aid of others.
That, ladies and gentlemen, would be quite smashing indeed.
I guarantee it.
Well howdy there pardner.