Post by Fiona McFly on Feb 1, 2016 1:10:08 GMT
All I ever wanted was to do more than simply live out a sheltered, logical upbringing.
I merely wanted to have fun...whilst earning respect along the way.
Week after singular week, day after solitary day, I've set myself upon the task of sharing that message of hope and prosperity with the rest of the IWF's Diamonds division, regardless of the things others--such as Kathleen Conway--might say about me. Throughout my time here, I haven't been afraid to stand up and say what I've wanted to say, even if it meant being wrong in certain places. It's human nature--part of the reason why humans live on this earth to begin with. I'll go on the record right now and admit that I'm not exactly the perfect young lassie 'round these parts...but then again, where's the fun in doing everything right when you haven't done anything wrong.
Even if I WAS wrong about Kayla Richards, at least she had the courage to do something that nobody else--with the exception of Jessica Reed--had ever done since I entered into the Imperial world--and that's give me respect. That's something that, quite frankly, Ana Valentine-Jones never did when we had our matches in the past...but regardless, it's something that I don't plan on taking for granted anytime soon.
Despite what others might have said about me, I've EARNED this opportunity in the same manner I've earned my past chances--and now, it's my turn to show the world just how much fun I can have.
It's quite amusing to me how the word "Metamorphosis" means "to transform, to change." In the year that I've been in IWF, I've certainly changed the most--going from a shy gal to one who simply wants to make life happy for everyone else in my division; yet my ultimate goal has always remained constant.
To become the Diamonds Champion.
And to be a good Diamonds Champion, you have to be capable of doing the right things out there in that ring--like standing up for other people whilst they're getting the tar beat out of them. Take, for instance, what I did for you, Crystal Millar. I want out there and fended off those plastic Barbie-wannabes known as the Garcias because it was merely the "humane" thing to do. I didn't do it on orders from anyone in particular--after all, I'm not one to take orders in the first place. As a consequence, the rumours are flying that you and I ought to be working on the same page--that you and I have a common enemy.
But in this four-way match darling, the only common enemy I have...is you.
For I will NOT be so friendly with you this time.
So do me a big, giant favour, 'kay? Don't concern yourself with your movie star looks or your Latina heritage. Don't let the stench of making a mess out of the old Ruby Championship linger into your mind. Don't worry about the distractions that come your way in the form of those meddlesome twins, and ESPECIALLY don't look for the approval of your new husband. Don't go out to that stage and do what you're "supposed" to do--but rather, show me what you CAN do. You've done it before against me, and so it stands to reason why you can't do it again.
Except...I'm not going to make it THAT easy for you.
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I merely wanted to have fun...whilst earning respect along the way.
Week after singular week, day after solitary day, I've set myself upon the task of sharing that message of hope and prosperity with the rest of the IWF's Diamonds division, regardless of the things others--such as Kathleen Conway--might say about me. Throughout my time here, I haven't been afraid to stand up and say what I've wanted to say, even if it meant being wrong in certain places. It's human nature--part of the reason why humans live on this earth to begin with. I'll go on the record right now and admit that I'm not exactly the perfect young lassie 'round these parts...but then again, where's the fun in doing everything right when you haven't done anything wrong.
Even if I WAS wrong about Kayla Richards, at least she had the courage to do something that nobody else--with the exception of Jessica Reed--had ever done since I entered into the Imperial world--and that's give me respect. That's something that, quite frankly, Ana Valentine-Jones never did when we had our matches in the past...but regardless, it's something that I don't plan on taking for granted anytime soon.
Despite what others might have said about me, I've EARNED this opportunity in the same manner I've earned my past chances--and now, it's my turn to show the world just how much fun I can have.
It's quite amusing to me how the word "Metamorphosis" means "to transform, to change." In the year that I've been in IWF, I've certainly changed the most--going from a shy gal to one who simply wants to make life happy for everyone else in my division; yet my ultimate goal has always remained constant.
To become the Diamonds Champion.
And to be a good Diamonds Champion, you have to be capable of doing the right things out there in that ring--like standing up for other people whilst they're getting the tar beat out of them. Take, for instance, what I did for you, Crystal Millar. I want out there and fended off those plastic Barbie-wannabes known as the Garcias because it was merely the "humane" thing to do. I didn't do it on orders from anyone in particular--after all, I'm not one to take orders in the first place. As a consequence, the rumours are flying that you and I ought to be working on the same page--that you and I have a common enemy.
But in this four-way match darling, the only common enemy I have...is you.
For I will NOT be so friendly with you this time.
So do me a big, giant favour, 'kay? Don't concern yourself with your movie star looks or your Latina heritage. Don't let the stench of making a mess out of the old Ruby Championship linger into your mind. Don't worry about the distractions that come your way in the form of those meddlesome twins, and ESPECIALLY don't look for the approval of your new husband. Don't go out to that stage and do what you're "supposed" to do--but rather, show me what you CAN do. You've done it before against me, and so it stands to reason why you can't do it again.
Except...I'm not going to make it THAT easy for you.
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July 11, 1994 – 1:00 PM
THE MCFLY HOUSE – OUTSIDE FREDRICKSBURG, TX
In the midst of a typical summer thunderstorm in the Texas Hill Country, we find the young Fiona McFly as she quietly walks into the old farmhouse that she and her mother Katherine had called home ever since they moved to Fredricksburg four years ago. Sporting muck and grime on her blouse after another round of scavenging, she walks into her bedroom, which is decked out in a manner consistent of how a typical American 12-year-old girl wants it decorated, calmly places the $147 that "Mr. Luke"--the longtime junk collector--gave her into a green thermos that serves as her piggy bank, which is marked by the following in white marker:
~FOR FATHER SO HE CAN SEE ME AND MUM AGAIN~
Hearing footsteps, Fiona turns around and heads toward the kitchen, where she spots her mother Katherine McFly prepping a homemade pizza for lunch. Katherine perks both brows up upon seeing the dirt on her daughter.
KATHERINE MCFLY: Good heavens, young lady! Have you been out scavenging again?
YOUNG FIONA MCFLY: Yes, and I made a little bit of money.
Katherine grits her teeth, placing the pizza in the oven before slamming the door shut. She crosses herself before plunking herself down on a dining chair and folding her arms.
KATHERINE: Fiona Magdalene McFly, how many times must I tell you to stay clear of that old junkyard?! You could've put yourself in grave danger--what if some liberal wanted to put a bullet in your head, huh?!
YOUNG FIONA: Mum, I'm only helping Mr. Luke find the right items he needs to keep his shop up-to-date. I'm saving the money I'm getting so that I can buy Father's ticket and bring him here.
Fiona's mother sighs before mustering a slight facepalm.
KATHERINE: A'right young lady...I'll admit that it IS a noble cause and all, but haven't you at least considered the possibility that maybe—just maybe—he's won't be coming back in our midst? After all, he's not had any contact with us ever since that dreadful day four years ago.
The 12-year-old Irishgirl throws her hands up in frustration.
YOUNG FIONA: And what if that's the truth? I want to help people like Mr. Luke—he's ran his shop for nearly his entire lifetime and needs all the help he can get. Besides...I want more in this life than simply being a girl who pulls vegetables on a go-kart as a summer chore.
Fiona walks over to the living room window, which is being pattered by the locally heavy rainfall.
YOUNG FIONA: I want to learn about the things that I find—where they come from, what they meant to our society, good things like that--just like Father. Every part of my spiritual well-being says that I'm doing the right thing, so why don't you recognise that?!
A low rumble of thunder is heard as Katherine frowns.
KATHERINE: Your father was a bit of a fool--always looking for things that he shouldn't have any business getting into instead of keeping to himself. Be very mindful of the people you're trying to help, hun. In this little town, there are wolves that hide themselves wearing sheep's clothing. Besides, your spiritual awareness isn't as attuned as you think it is.
YOUNG FIONA: And your's is?
Fiona's mom calmly shakes her head over her daughter's icy tone.
KATHERINE: Possibly.
Fiona walks over to the dining table and sits down in a chair across from her mother, taking in the aroma that will eventually translate into an edible pepperoni delight.
YOUNG FIONA: Mum, you've said that the biggest problem in this world is people don't help each other anymore, thus tearing their families apart. I...cannot let go of Father. I've tried for the last four years but I still dream that we'd all be together someday.
KATHERINE: Dreams pass in time. The best way you can let things go is to only think about the here and now—that will clear your mind of anything that might distract you.
YOUNG FIONA: But I can feel him...
Fiona pounds directly on her heart.
YOUNG FIONA: ...in here--in every fiber of my heart. You can't seriously expect me to believe that he's dead...right?
Katherine develops a confident grin on her face as she goes over to the oven to check on the pizza.
KATHERINE: As far as I'm concerned...yes.
YOUNG FIONA: But—
Fiona's protest is stopped when her mother snaps her fingers to the accompaniment of a loud crash of thunder.
KATHERINE: Not another word darling. When the storm goes away later on, I want you to load up your cart with those carrots from the field and take them over to Mr. Carter's vegetable store...I don't want to hear any more of this gorram scavenging business you keep holding onto. Getting your hands dirty is a ridiculous notion for wanting to bring your father back in our lives. I know that...and so should you.
Fiona frowns, sighing to herself before slinking back to her bedroom--but not before her mother gets in one last shot.
KATHERINE: If you really want to make money, then you should sell that bloody locket. It gives me the chills every time I see it around your neck...
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Emma Danielson, I get it.
Really, I do.
I am quite aware that, yes, you've been able to stand up to the likes of Kayla Richards on two separate occasions. I fully understand that you and Kathleen Conway have been friends for quite a long time--longer than I've been a member of the Imperial landscape. I am completely aware of the fact that you're simply trying to establish yourself as more than simply a bingo-hall street fighter who isn't afraid to utilise weaponry of any kind. I realise that, yes, this is your third opportunity at a championship in the past six weeks, so it should come as a shock to me that you stand just as much of a chance to win it all as, say, the likes of myself, Crystal Millar, and Alexis Caffery.
That is, if course, if you lean to stand by your own principles instead of being some ordinary servant.
Now first off, I want to go on record and say that I don't have a personal grudge against Kathleen Conway at all--my long-running clash with her philosophy is purely based on a professional schematic. With that in mind...I saw the hesitation in you during my match with Eternity. Albeit for a brief moment, the good-natured part of you reared its head--the part of you that says that I won't be ordered around like some gorram slave. You only assisted in my figurative demolition when Kathleen threatened you. I don't hate you for what you did though--but when it comes to this match, I'm not gonna worry myself with what you or Kathleen might have in your bag of tricks.
Like the cliche goes: she who hesitates is lost.
And I don't plan on making that error.
So here's my lesson to you: don't let yourself be consumed with following the orders of a woman who's never won any championships in the Imperial world, only heading the Diamonds division in order to watch over the one she loves the most. Don't find yourself to be hesitant against me--if you want to utilise weapons of all shapes and sizes, that's perfect by my standards. Just keep in mind...that I only have one weapon at my disposal--and it's the only one I truly need.
That is the power to keep coming back for more--even if others might not respect me for my work.
And you shouldn't hate ME for merely wanting to make things fun for people like you.
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Really, I do.
I am quite aware that, yes, you've been able to stand up to the likes of Kayla Richards on two separate occasions. I fully understand that you and Kathleen Conway have been friends for quite a long time--longer than I've been a member of the Imperial landscape. I am completely aware of the fact that you're simply trying to establish yourself as more than simply a bingo-hall street fighter who isn't afraid to utilise weaponry of any kind. I realise that, yes, this is your third opportunity at a championship in the past six weeks, so it should come as a shock to me that you stand just as much of a chance to win it all as, say, the likes of myself, Crystal Millar, and Alexis Caffery.
That is, if course, if you lean to stand by your own principles instead of being some ordinary servant.
Now first off, I want to go on record and say that I don't have a personal grudge against Kathleen Conway at all--my long-running clash with her philosophy is purely based on a professional schematic. With that in mind...I saw the hesitation in you during my match with Eternity. Albeit for a brief moment, the good-natured part of you reared its head--the part of you that says that I won't be ordered around like some gorram slave. You only assisted in my figurative demolition when Kathleen threatened you. I don't hate you for what you did though--but when it comes to this match, I'm not gonna worry myself with what you or Kathleen might have in your bag of tricks.
Like the cliche goes: she who hesitates is lost.
And I don't plan on making that error.
So here's my lesson to you: don't let yourself be consumed with following the orders of a woman who's never won any championships in the Imperial world, only heading the Diamonds division in order to watch over the one she loves the most. Don't find yourself to be hesitant against me--if you want to utilise weapons of all shapes and sizes, that's perfect by my standards. Just keep in mind...that I only have one weapon at my disposal--and it's the only one I truly need.
That is the power to keep coming back for more--even if others might not respect me for my work.
And you shouldn't hate ME for merely wanting to make things fun for people like you.
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7:10 PM – Later that day, at sunset...
It had been several hours since the brief thunderstorm had passed, but young Fiona wanted to be alone for the rest of the night. "How could Mum ever think that way," she thought to herself in regards to her own father, a man who only wanted to live a life full of adventure and surprise--in stark contrast to the sheltered upbringing of Katherine McFly, who so desperately wants to pass on her views to her own daughter.
Fiona, to her credit, wanted to be more than just a simple vegetable-runner during the summertime--even if it meant clashing philosophies with her own mum.
Yet despite the conflict between the two, Fiona always wanted to help her mother in any way she could--much like how she was willing to get her hands dirty to help the Fredricksburg townsfolk make an honest living. She always wanted to make her mother proud--even if it meant having to roll through the dust, muck, and grime to earn a buck or two so she could bring her dad, William Sean McFly, back into their lives once more.
"After all," the young girl thought to herself. "It is the human thing to do."
With her hazel eyes wide upen and a calm expression on her face, Fiona stood upon an open field, allowing a gentle breeze from the southeast to comfort her as the sun slowly headed toward the horizon. She looks down at the small 24-karat gold locket that her mother suggested she sell and calmly shook her head. It was more than just a mere piece of jewelry to her--for it had been bestowed upon her by her father when she was seven years old.
She places the necklace around her neck before heading back inside the farmhouse, eager to start a new adventure the next day...
...for all she's ever wanted in life is for her own family to be reunited.
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Like I've stated before, it's quite ironic that the very meaning of the word "Metamorphosis" implies change. Whether it takes place around you or inside your heart, change is always going to be the constant thing that shapes the very fabric of this universe. As far as the Imperial landscape goes, out of all the changes I've seen in recent months--from Crystal getting married to Emma Danielson's evolving friendship with Kathleen Conway--you, Alexis Caffery, have CERTAINLY changed the most ever since you won your second Diamonds title over Eternity.
But first, let us talk about the past.
I'm not afraid of being wrong when I say that...yes, I remember a few things that you've said to me before our very first match. I remember how you once told me that I, quite frankly, was just as feisty as you were when you first got started. After all, I was relatively new to the scene, unaware of the things that went on around me, but I didn't care. I wanted to have fun with my career ever since I got started, and in effect, you praised me on that. For that, I respected you--as a professional, but more importantly as a living, breathing person. When you ended Ana's reign at last year's Night of the Immortals, I instantly began thinking to myself "gee, how fun would it be if I was like you Alexis."
But that was then--and this is now.
I've lost all respect for you the moment when you decided that the best course of action was to NOT be a fair Diamonds Champion, instead opting to shield yourself behind Paige and Sara Garcia or picking and choosing who you face for your championship, taking the piss whilst people like myself writhe in agony for your own personal pleasure. Whilst she had something going for her, even the likes of Esperanza Serranto couldn't shake off your meddlesome new charges whilst you merely sat in your favourite chair and laughed yourself silly.
I won't stand for that, hunny-bear. Not now, not in the future.
After all, it's only fun and exciting if you stand by your principles on your own instead of having someone else fight your battles for you. Look at me: week after week, I've taken punishment from those who've continuously said that I couldn't stand a chance to survive, but I kept on working--applying the very things that constitute that ironic pay-per-view title "Metamorphosis." I did EVERYTHING I could to earn respect around this company--from the likes of Kayla Richards no less--and I did so without hiding behind somebody else or having said person fight my battles for me. And now...as you step onto the stage with me, you're starting to realise that you can't hide behind other people anymore, and that you can't simply pick and choose your opponents.
Hello from the "other side"...thy name is Karma.
Karma bit Ana Valentine-Jones in the arse--in the form of Kayla--when she helped you win your first Diamonds Championship, and it certainly bit YOU when you lost it the first time to Eternity after you allowed her psychotic madness to creep into your mind. And it shall bite you again--only this time, you can't hide behind the Garcias. You can't make decisions regarding who you're facing for the title--'cause I'm going to take that from you and leave little in doubt as to who the REAL future of this division is.
After all...I was merely having fun.
Cheers!
Like I've stated before, it's quite ironic that the very meaning of the word "Metamorphosis" implies change. Whether it takes place around you or inside your heart, change is always going to be the constant thing that shapes the very fabric of this universe. As far as the Imperial landscape goes, out of all the changes I've seen in recent months--from Crystal getting married to Emma Danielson's evolving friendship with Kathleen Conway--you, Alexis Caffery, have CERTAINLY changed the most ever since you won your second Diamonds title over Eternity.
But first, let us talk about the past.
I'm not afraid of being wrong when I say that...yes, I remember a few things that you've said to me before our very first match. I remember how you once told me that I, quite frankly, was just as feisty as you were when you first got started. After all, I was relatively new to the scene, unaware of the things that went on around me, but I didn't care. I wanted to have fun with my career ever since I got started, and in effect, you praised me on that. For that, I respected you--as a professional, but more importantly as a living, breathing person. When you ended Ana's reign at last year's Night of the Immortals, I instantly began thinking to myself "gee, how fun would it be if I was like you Alexis."
But that was then--and this is now.
I've lost all respect for you the moment when you decided that the best course of action was to NOT be a fair Diamonds Champion, instead opting to shield yourself behind Paige and Sara Garcia or picking and choosing who you face for your championship, taking the piss whilst people like myself writhe in agony for your own personal pleasure. Whilst she had something going for her, even the likes of Esperanza Serranto couldn't shake off your meddlesome new charges whilst you merely sat in your favourite chair and laughed yourself silly.
I won't stand for that, hunny-bear. Not now, not in the future.
After all, it's only fun and exciting if you stand by your principles on your own instead of having someone else fight your battles for you. Look at me: week after week, I've taken punishment from those who've continuously said that I couldn't stand a chance to survive, but I kept on working--applying the very things that constitute that ironic pay-per-view title "Metamorphosis." I did EVERYTHING I could to earn respect around this company--from the likes of Kayla Richards no less--and I did so without hiding behind somebody else or having said person fight my battles for me. And now...as you step onto the stage with me, you're starting to realise that you can't hide behind other people anymore, and that you can't simply pick and choose your opponents.
Hello from the "other side"...thy name is Karma.
Karma bit Ana Valentine-Jones in the arse--in the form of Kayla--when she helped you win your first Diamonds Championship, and it certainly bit YOU when you lost it the first time to Eternity after you allowed her psychotic madness to creep into your mind. And it shall bite you again--only this time, you can't hide behind the Garcias. You can't make decisions regarding who you're facing for the title--'cause I'm going to take that from you and leave little in doubt as to who the REAL future of this division is.
After all...I was merely having fun.
Cheers!
Well howdy there pardner.