Post by Fiona McFly on Apr 25, 2016 3:33:20 GMT
Last week my friends...you saw me submit a worthy opponent in Avery Barnes.
I wish I could say that it felt good in realising that I'm fully capable of making anyone withhin the Diamonds division cry “Auntie Em” in the middle of a ring, but to be perfectly straight up with you...nothing is that simple, nothing comes too easy. I've got to keep on working at it, toiling away when other people might see me as unambitious or too offencive for their tastes. And this week...this week lies the one thing I've striven to claim ever since I took part in a similar match at Convergence last year.
The Iron Maiden.
It's hard to fathom that it's been a full year since I participated in last year's Iron Maiden match, but this time around the rules are quite different. As I understand it...the sole survivor will become the challenger to either Eternity or Kayla Richards for the Diamonds title at Night of the Immortals, and to say that I've been gunning for that coveted slot for the past year would be a gross understatement on my part. No...I've CRAVED that chance of a lifetime ever since Alexis won it all last year, leaving me the “silver medalist's” opportunity to take on Firenze Everett for the Ruby Championship...which stung me. A lot. But a lot has happened within the space of a calendar year.
Firenze took her proverbial football and ran away with it. Ana Valentine, as talentless of a whore she was, went into the Hall of Fame before retiring to be a happy mum. Amber Richards? She hasn't been seen in God knows how long...and the list goes on and on. We've had new infusion of talent come into the Diamonds division, with the likes of Avery Barnes or Shea O'Hara to name a few. Yet throughout the 2015-2016 IWF “season” as it were, there's always been one constant throughout the IWF Universe...
...and that is, despite many fruitless attempts to rid the division of me, I've always stayed the course, never giving up when the hours were at their darkest.
Avery, let me be perfectly clear with you. I wish you were a hundred per cent last week. I wish you were feeling better enough to give me at least SOME effort out there in that ring. After all, people have been praising you for being “so good” in such a short amount of time—even going so far as to work Kate Steele to a draw—that you were considered to be the next big thing in IWF lore. But sweetie-pie, there's just one minor problem:
I've beaten you. Twice—the last when I made you cry “Auntie Em” in the centre of that ring.
Face it darling...all practical jokes aside, you are NOT as good as people say you are in that ring. All this fooling around you do, all of this “monkey business” you keep pulling, all those kisses you've given opponents after matches—including one to myself, which I found rather distasteful—mean nothing anymore. You are nothing more than a first-year, prone to fucking up when you least expect it—much like I was when I first got started. But in the end, the only joke out there in this contest of skill will be you—for I will return the favour by putting you out of your misery in a way that will make you take this game a little more seriously than ever before.
Hopefully, that will make you feel better—but it will be too late for you to even react.
~~~~~~~~~~
I wish I could say that it felt good in realising that I'm fully capable of making anyone withhin the Diamonds division cry “Auntie Em” in the middle of a ring, but to be perfectly straight up with you...nothing is that simple, nothing comes too easy. I've got to keep on working at it, toiling away when other people might see me as unambitious or too offencive for their tastes. And this week...this week lies the one thing I've striven to claim ever since I took part in a similar match at Convergence last year.
The Iron Maiden.
It's hard to fathom that it's been a full year since I participated in last year's Iron Maiden match, but this time around the rules are quite different. As I understand it...the sole survivor will become the challenger to either Eternity or Kayla Richards for the Diamonds title at Night of the Immortals, and to say that I've been gunning for that coveted slot for the past year would be a gross understatement on my part. No...I've CRAVED that chance of a lifetime ever since Alexis won it all last year, leaving me the “silver medalist's” opportunity to take on Firenze Everett for the Ruby Championship...which stung me. A lot. But a lot has happened within the space of a calendar year.
Firenze took her proverbial football and ran away with it. Ana Valentine, as talentless of a whore she was, went into the Hall of Fame before retiring to be a happy mum. Amber Richards? She hasn't been seen in God knows how long...and the list goes on and on. We've had new infusion of talent come into the Diamonds division, with the likes of Avery Barnes or Shea O'Hara to name a few. Yet throughout the 2015-2016 IWF “season” as it were, there's always been one constant throughout the IWF Universe...
...and that is, despite many fruitless attempts to rid the division of me, I've always stayed the course, never giving up when the hours were at their darkest.
Avery, let me be perfectly clear with you. I wish you were a hundred per cent last week. I wish you were feeling better enough to give me at least SOME effort out there in that ring. After all, people have been praising you for being “so good” in such a short amount of time—even going so far as to work Kate Steele to a draw—that you were considered to be the next big thing in IWF lore. But sweetie-pie, there's just one minor problem:
I've beaten you. Twice—the last when I made you cry “Auntie Em” in the centre of that ring.
Face it darling...all practical jokes aside, you are NOT as good as people say you are in that ring. All this fooling around you do, all of this “monkey business” you keep pulling, all those kisses you've given opponents after matches—including one to myself, which I found rather distasteful—mean nothing anymore. You are nothing more than a first-year, prone to fucking up when you least expect it—much like I was when I first got started. But in the end, the only joke out there in this contest of skill will be you—for I will return the favour by putting you out of your misery in a way that will make you take this game a little more seriously than ever before.
Hopefully, that will make you feel better—but it will be too late for you to even react.
~~~~~~~~~~
Episode XI
“ZERO HOUR, PART II”
“ZERO HOUR, PART II”
30 July 1994 – 12:30 PM
Seven hours before the race...
...we find the plucky young Fiona McFly, clad in her brand-new leaf-green and silver racing suit, sitting in the steel bleachers at Fredericksburg's Battlin' Billie Stadium, which has been converted into a dirt racing track for the annual summer racing series. She peers her eyes around the massive 6,500-seat structure, built in the 1960s, and looks at the crews that are busy making last-minute preparations for the weekend series of races, starting with the go-kart race that will take place under the stadium's bright lights.
She sighed to herself, knowing that her nerves were frayed as the hours dwindled away.
For Fiona, this was truly her “zero hour,” her day of reckoning so to speak. This was her chance to prove to the people of Fredericksburg, Texas that she could, indeed, stand up for her morals and be her own young lady. As the sounds of Nirvana began to play from the public address system, her thoughts began to race into her mind.
On Scott Farkus—the town bully who dared to challenge her.
On Regina Kimble—the once-disgraced former kindergarten teacher who was seeking redemption.
On Jack Gaither, whose spirit had been broken in a way few peouple could've ever imagined.
And on the deceased son of the town mayor, whose kindred soul and kind-hearted personality was taken away from this earth too soon.
Her thoughts would soon be interrupted, however, when a strange voice beckoned to her from the other side of the bleachers.
STRANGER: Howdy Miss Fiona!
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Kate,
For once, I can say that I like someone like you. You've taught me things about showing a little more ambition or taking care of your own affairs. You've earned that Shieldmaiden and, quite frankly, I hope you can help return it to its former prestige, built by Kayla before it was tossed around like the proverbial hot potato. Yet despite the fact that you've managed to hold onto that prize of yours, you've had to scratch and claw your way through several big battles in order to retain it.
Including one with yours truly two weeks ago.
You need to count your blessings Kate and consider yourself EXTREMELY fortunate that I didn't take the Shieldmaiden away from you in that match. Quite honestly, I had you dead to rights. I had you in my firm grasp, and I was NOT about to let go without having to fight with everything I could muster. Had a certain somebody not decided to muck things up a notch, then I could've easily walked into this Iron Maiden match with your belt. But that is neither here nor there at this moment.
For I've got a much bigger prize in my sights than simply the Shieldmaiden.
You see Kate, in the back of your mind, you weren't focused on me throughout the entire duration of our match, and it nearly cost you everything. You were so dead set on proving to the entire world that Avery Barnes wasn't as good as everyone thought she was, you lost sight of the ultimate goal of beating me in the middle of that ring. Now to be fair...I didn't like what transpired out there—me beating you but only by DQ—and I would love nothing more than to beat you cleanly and take that prize off of your shoulders. But I, like you, aren't content with holding onto, or winning in my case, the Shieldmaiden; because as far as we're concerned, there is something much bigger on the line than just a simple trophy—a spot at Night of the Immortals.
The only thing...is I'm getting that spot, darling...
...and I don't need “luck” in order to do so.
~~~~~~~~~~
Kate,
For once, I can say that I like someone like you. You've taught me things about showing a little more ambition or taking care of your own affairs. You've earned that Shieldmaiden and, quite frankly, I hope you can help return it to its former prestige, built by Kayla before it was tossed around like the proverbial hot potato. Yet despite the fact that you've managed to hold onto that prize of yours, you've had to scratch and claw your way through several big battles in order to retain it.
Including one with yours truly two weeks ago.
You need to count your blessings Kate and consider yourself EXTREMELY fortunate that I didn't take the Shieldmaiden away from you in that match. Quite honestly, I had you dead to rights. I had you in my firm grasp, and I was NOT about to let go without having to fight with everything I could muster. Had a certain somebody not decided to muck things up a notch, then I could've easily walked into this Iron Maiden match with your belt. But that is neither here nor there at this moment.
For I've got a much bigger prize in my sights than simply the Shieldmaiden.
You see Kate, in the back of your mind, you weren't focused on me throughout the entire duration of our match, and it nearly cost you everything. You were so dead set on proving to the entire world that Avery Barnes wasn't as good as everyone thought she was, you lost sight of the ultimate goal of beating me in the middle of that ring. Now to be fair...I didn't like what transpired out there—me beating you but only by DQ—and I would love nothing more than to beat you cleanly and take that prize off of your shoulders. But I, like you, aren't content with holding onto, or winning in my case, the Shieldmaiden; because as far as we're concerned, there is something much bigger on the line than just a simple trophy—a spot at Night of the Immortals.
The only thing...is I'm getting that spot, darling...
...and I don't need “luck” in order to do so.
~~~~~~~~~~
Young Fiona looked puzzled as the man, sporting Western-themed attire including a white Stetson cowboy hat, walked towards her and sat down next to her on the backless bench seat.
YOUNG FIONA MCFLY: Sir...I'm afraid I do not know you.
MAYOR JOE CAREY: My apologies darlin'...I'm Joe, the mayor of Fredericksburg.
The Irishgirl perked up both brows for a moment before shaking the gentleman's hand.
YOUNG FIONA: It is an honour to meet you, Mr. Mayor.
MAYOR JOE: Hehe...call me “Mayor Joe.” It's what everyone calls me.
Fiona giggled, knowing that she was taught to be polite towards a man or woman in office, but Joe insisted on keeping the conversation informal. After all, he wanted to maintain a "family" environment that promoted trust and understanding wiht everyone involved.
MAYOR JOE: So...what brings ya out here by your lonesome today?
YOUNG FIONA: I was...I was merely thinking.
The older Carey, around 40 years of age, nodded his head upon watching the young girl twitch in her seat.
MAYOR JOE: I can tell that you've got a lot on your plate.
Fiona sighed, silently nodding her head as the mayor took a drink from his bottle of R.C. Cola.
MAYOR JOE: I ain't one for inspirational pep talks—even despite my three years as mayor—but I gotta say...you remind me of my son, Bobby Joe.
YOUNG FIONA: The guy who was...?
Fiona's voice trailed off as she tried to remain tactful about the incident that took place during last year's races.
MAYOR JOE: Killed in the crash on the last lap of last year's kartin' races? Yeah...
The two stared straight out into the crystal clear blue skies.
MAYOR JOE: We—myself and the town council—could've easily canned the summer races for good; after all, no tradition was worth keepin' alive after my son died. Then...I was reminded by one Miss Kimble about getting up after life knocks us down.
Fiona eked out a warm, loving grin--knowing full-well the impact that Regina Kimble had on her life up until this point in time. Yet little did the young Irishgirl realize that the next thing the Fredericksburg mayor would say to her would make her jaw drop.
~~~~~~~~~~
Crystal,
Ya know muffins, sometimes I just can't understand you. I mean, you want to take on the establishment and prove to the world that Kathleen Conway is a fraud, right? I admire that and all, and I wish I could say that I respect you for your beliefs. But there's just one little monkey wrench that keeps you from succeeding in your life and, thus, is holding you back from something far greater than your miserable brain will ever comprehend.
You CAN'T be your own gorram woman!
First you decide to crawl up Ana's arse, but where did that get you? Nowhere. You then decided to ride the coattails of one Amber Richards—one of, if not the, greatest women's champions in IWF history—but did that take you to higher places within the organisation? Nahh...it merely made you even more miserable. And now you're resorting to hanging with Zelda Knite and reforming some club in order to give yourself even more attention. Well guess what sweetheart...that will only continue to expose you for the tart that you REALLY are.
A fraud—nothing but a mere fraud whose only claim to fame was to make a mess of the Ruby Championship picture.
This week Crystal, the game will be over for you in more ways than one. I will personally show you that being a stuck-up, crotchety drama queen isn't the way to go about this sport. I will make you wish that you NEVER decided to associate yourself with a has-been like Zelda Knite when I make you cry “Auntie Em” all over that ring 'til you can't speak no more. This week, when the stakes are at its zenith, I will teach you how to act like a true woman instead of playing the part of a mere puppet.
After all, I don't need to rely on other people in order to be the woman I am today.
All I'm going to do...is be myself--the best Diamond to ever grace an IWF ring, bar none.
~~~~~~~~~~
Crystal,
Ya know muffins, sometimes I just can't understand you. I mean, you want to take on the establishment and prove to the world that Kathleen Conway is a fraud, right? I admire that and all, and I wish I could say that I respect you for your beliefs. But there's just one little monkey wrench that keeps you from succeeding in your life and, thus, is holding you back from something far greater than your miserable brain will ever comprehend.
You CAN'T be your own gorram woman!
First you decide to crawl up Ana's arse, but where did that get you? Nowhere. You then decided to ride the coattails of one Amber Richards—one of, if not the, greatest women's champions in IWF history—but did that take you to higher places within the organisation? Nahh...it merely made you even more miserable. And now you're resorting to hanging with Zelda Knite and reforming some club in order to give yourself even more attention. Well guess what sweetheart...that will only continue to expose you for the tart that you REALLY are.
A fraud—nothing but a mere fraud whose only claim to fame was to make a mess of the Ruby Championship picture.
This week Crystal, the game will be over for you in more ways than one. I will personally show you that being a stuck-up, crotchety drama queen isn't the way to go about this sport. I will make you wish that you NEVER decided to associate yourself with a has-been like Zelda Knite when I make you cry “Auntie Em” all over that ring 'til you can't speak no more. This week, when the stakes are at its zenith, I will teach you how to act like a true woman instead of playing the part of a mere puppet.
After all, I don't need to rely on other people in order to be the woman I am today.
All I'm going to do...is be myself--the best Diamond to ever grace an IWF ring, bar none.
~~~~~~~~~~
MAYOR JOE: And so when I heard about the fallout ya had with your mom after she gave your hard-earned money away to that Farkus kid like it was nothin', I had to do somethin' to help ya out.
Fiona was aghast.
For weeks on end, she--along with Miss Kimble--were trying to figure who the mysterious stranger was that fixed the Mach Five, restoring it to a perfectly brand-new condition. She had finally gotten her answer...yet she could do nothing except stare into Joe's eyes in amazement.
YOUNG FIONA: You... fixed my go-kart.
MAYOR JOE: More than fixed it, actually. I spiced it up with a few other gadgets—Miss Kimble's ideas, of course.
Taking a sip from her bottle of Ozarka water, the young girl pressed on--for she wanted to know "why"--why would a stranger like the town mayor go out of his way to help her out in a time of great need.
YOUNG FIONA: Why'd you do it?
MAYOR JOE: I've been watchin' you from the shadows for months, and despite everything you've been through...you've never stopped workin' your butt off in order to make your dreams come true. You reminded me so much of him.
Fiona's right brow perked up, for she was curious as to know why she reminded the mayor of his deceased son.
YOUNG FIONA: Bobby Joe? Who was he...I'd really like to know.
The mayor closed his eyes for a moment before pulling out a small photo of his son from his white shirt's front pocket.
MAYOR JOE: Bobby Joe was born blind in his right eye, but that didn't stop him from doin' what he wanted to do. He was very humble, polite...and God, he loved racin'. When my wife--his momma--died of an aggressive form of cancer when he was two, I had to raise him alone--but not without help from Miss Kimble. She taught him to never stop smilin', even in the face of disaster, and to always keep toilin' away even when others laughed at him. He started kart racin' when he was your age, and I was so proud of him. He didn't let no obstacles hinder him into pursuin' his dreams...much like you.
Fiona sat, hushed as the man continued his spiel.
MAYOR JOE: You were born in a wartorn country, saw your father get his weiner chopped off...yet ya didn't let those things hurt you. You kept smilin', pluggin' away through the muck and grime 'til you could get yourself to this here stadium on this beautiful night. And in a sport that's perceived as bein' just for men, you're bringin' hope and joy to all those girls out there who're darin' to dream--just like you are now. For that, I'm proud of you.
The preteen grinned warmly, winking her left eye proudly.
YOUNG FIONA: Wouldn't be great if I won?
The mayor chuckled as he heard Fiona's hopeful, yet slightly ambitious, vocal inflection.
MAYOR JOE: It doesn't matter if ya win or lose—just go out there and give all of Fredericksburg a helluva good show. You do that, you'll earn respect from the other drivers—and NOBODY will bother you anymore.
Fiona closed her eyes and sighed, trying to comprehend the gravity of the upcoming race that she will take part of later in the evening.
YOUNG FIONA: What about Farkus? 'Cause...quite frankly, every time I've seen him, I've known he's got the best of me.
MAYOR JOE: Welp, what's your heart tell ya?
YOUNG FIONA: I will never learn about having balance that way—not with him, not with Miss Kimble, not with my mum...and not with me.
Mayor Joe flashed a fatherly grin, his teeth stained a slight yellow from years of smoking cigarettes, and gave Fiona the "humbs up" sign--for that was the answer he was looking for from her. He stood up and started making his way toward the field level, but not before turning his head to the hopeful girl in green and silver.
MAYOR JOE: Remember what I said now...real winnin' ain't about crossin' the finish line first. It's about bein' yourself and havin' the desire to never give up—even when the hours are at their darkest.
~~~~~~~~~~
Paige,
How does it feel to know that your puppet master is no longer the Diamonds Champion, hrmm? Doesn't feel too good now, doesn't it? I mean, ffuck's sake...you could've had it in your grasp—a chance to be mentored by a current champion, but instead...you were powerless to do anything as Eternity climbed out of a steel cage and won the title despite your valiant attempts to keep that belt squarely on Alexis by any means necessary.
And Alexis called you and your sister Sara the “future” of IWF? I don't think so, cutie-bear.
You and Sara are NOT, in fact, as good as you say you are. You think you're perfect, that you're unbeatable just 'cause you've beaten me before along with a host of others, but...you're the one who's full of shite. As far as I'm concerned, you ARE beatable—I've beaten you twice before in the past—and you are NOT perfect. You relied too much on the pep talks given to you and Sara by Alexis that you've forgotten the most basic aspect of success in the grappling gig—and that's to not worry about what other people tell you and to BE YOURSELF.
This week, I'm gonna show you just who I am.
I am the future of IWF darling, not you. I am the torchbearer of the Diamonds division, the one who shines her light upon the darkness. I am the one who will bring the prestige and honour back to the Diamonds Championship, and if I have to go through you to get to Night of the Immortals, then so be it. Why? It's 'cause I didn't have to rely on the pep talks given to me by my fiancee Jack Gaither—the man who originally trained me in the first place—in order to succeed in what I want to do for a living. It's 'cause I never stopped caring for the business, even if people like you damn me simply because I don't hide behind somebody else or do others' dirty work for them.
I will prove those things to you this week, sweetheart...and I will do so in the only way I can.
My way, the right way—by myself.
~~~~~~~~~~
Paige,
How does it feel to know that your puppet master is no longer the Diamonds Champion, hrmm? Doesn't feel too good now, doesn't it? I mean, ffuck's sake...you could've had it in your grasp—a chance to be mentored by a current champion, but instead...you were powerless to do anything as Eternity climbed out of a steel cage and won the title despite your valiant attempts to keep that belt squarely on Alexis by any means necessary.
And Alexis called you and your sister Sara the “future” of IWF? I don't think so, cutie-bear.
You and Sara are NOT, in fact, as good as you say you are. You think you're perfect, that you're unbeatable just 'cause you've beaten me before along with a host of others, but...you're the one who's full of shite. As far as I'm concerned, you ARE beatable—I've beaten you twice before in the past—and you are NOT perfect. You relied too much on the pep talks given to you and Sara by Alexis that you've forgotten the most basic aspect of success in the grappling gig—and that's to not worry about what other people tell you and to BE YOURSELF.
This week, I'm gonna show you just who I am.
I am the future of IWF darling, not you. I am the torchbearer of the Diamonds division, the one who shines her light upon the darkness. I am the one who will bring the prestige and honour back to the Diamonds Championship, and if I have to go through you to get to Night of the Immortals, then so be it. Why? It's 'cause I didn't have to rely on the pep talks given to me by my fiancee Jack Gaither—the man who originally trained me in the first place—in order to succeed in what I want to do for a living. It's 'cause I never stopped caring for the business, even if people like you damn me simply because I don't hide behind somebody else or do others' dirty work for them.
I will prove those things to you this week, sweetheart...and I will do so in the only way I can.
My way, the right way—by myself.
~~~~~~~~~~
The mayor calmly patted the young McFly on the back before stepping down the bleachers' stairs and onto the field level. The Irishgirl continued to watch as the crews continued to lay dirt on the track, listening as the sounds of the Doobie Brothers played softly from the old stadium's loudspeakers. She smiled, watching as the proud father of the son he once had began talking to fellow crew members in preparation for the 75th annual summer go-kart race.
An event that almost never happened, had it not been for Joe Carey's tireless resolve. He never gave up, even after losing his own son in a last-lap crash in 1993. He never lost his smilie, even during the periods in which he would sink into a deep depression and wondered what might've been. To this end, he merely wanted to utilize an agent that would help teach the 12-year-old Irishgirl about the true meaning of being oneself and earning respect in the eyes of peers.
That agent in question...turned out to be Regina Kimble.
Fiona relaxed on the cold, steel bench seat of Battlin' Billie Stadium, nodding her head as she gazed upon the laughter that was taking place on the infield. While the other seven drivers, including Scott Farkus, would be going into the event nervous wrecks, McFly was very cool and collected—despite the fact that her mother betrayed her and nearly left her without hope of being able to compete. After all, she believed in herself—that she could do whatever she wanted to do in life provided that she toil and scavenge through the muck and grime.
She closed her eyes and smiled warmly under the hot Central Texas sky.
For once in ner life, Fiona McFly was at peace.
~~~~~~~~~~
Shea, Shea, Shea...
I wish I can say that I like you. Really...I do. After all, you were the youngest to ever win the Shieldmaidon and have actually managed to make a name for yourself by defeating the likes of Kayla Richards and others. I mean, good gracious darling, you really learned a lot under Spike Kane's mentorship, and for that you should be VERY proud of yourself for making it this far.
But if there's one thing that demented bastard failed to explain to you, it is the very concept of the human ego Specifically...you should've learned the concept of “arrogant presumption” and how to avoid it.
At aged 19, it is VERY presumptuous for someone like you to label me as a fraud without looking deeper into the matter and checking the facts first. For one, haven't you forgotten that I've headlined several major shows including this year's Danger Zone pay-per-view event? Did your brain manage to omit the fact that, just two weeks ago, I was competing for the Shieldmaidon? Or here's something even better than that...did your mind become so warped in your own delusions of grandeur that you don't realise what your current IWF standing is as of this moment in time?
Hrmmm...oh well, perhaps I can spell it out for you in one simple hashtag:
#ShortestReigningShieldmaidenEver
Sweetheart, there is a reason why I've 25 points on the charts to your...humbling little three.
It's called hard work—even if things don't pan out. It's called toiling away at your craft when other people damn you simply because you're from a different side of a border on a map. It's alled the heart, the desire to overcome EVERYTHING you've witnessed in your life in order to be the person you want to be. It doesn't take merely two or three months to do all these things sweetie...it takes YEARS of patience, and you lack that patience that is needed to succeed in this industry, and you haven't earned the respect from your peers as I have from the likes of Kayla Richards, whom you disappointed after throwing away your Shieldmaidon after just two weeks. You, hunny-bear, need to take more time to be able to grow and hone your craft before you can even THINK of hanging with the likes of an Alexis Caffery or Eternity as I have. Perhaps you might someday...but not now I'm afraid.
Why?
Having spent the first years of my childhood in my native Northern Ireland, a wartorn bastion of human beings killing one another in record numbers, I've seen the worst that humanity has to offer, but I've overcome that in ways that you can't begin to imagine, scavenging through the muck and the grime to become a beacon of hope for those who haven't any. For I, not you Shea, am the bringer of light to a world that's been consumed in darkness. I've been bringing smiles, happiness, and joy to the people of this planet long before you, Shea O'Hara, ever sat foot in a wrestling ring, for I've proved myself as being more than capable of competing with anyone that IWF has to offer. On this night, at this very moment...I will be the one who's left standing and become your new Iron Maiden.
After all...even in the darkest of times, I never stopped smiling.
That will never change.
Cheers!
Shea, Shea, Shea...
I wish I can say that I like you. Really...I do. After all, you were the youngest to ever win the Shieldmaidon and have actually managed to make a name for yourself by defeating the likes of Kayla Richards and others. I mean, good gracious darling, you really learned a lot under Spike Kane's mentorship, and for that you should be VERY proud of yourself for making it this far.
But if there's one thing that demented bastard failed to explain to you, it is the very concept of the human ego Specifically...you should've learned the concept of “arrogant presumption” and how to avoid it.
At aged 19, it is VERY presumptuous for someone like you to label me as a fraud without looking deeper into the matter and checking the facts first. For one, haven't you forgotten that I've headlined several major shows including this year's Danger Zone pay-per-view event? Did your brain manage to omit the fact that, just two weeks ago, I was competing for the Shieldmaidon? Or here's something even better than that...did your mind become so warped in your own delusions of grandeur that you don't realise what your current IWF standing is as of this moment in time?
Hrmmm...oh well, perhaps I can spell it out for you in one simple hashtag:
#ShortestReigningShieldmaidenEver
Sweetheart, there is a reason why I've 25 points on the charts to your...humbling little three.
It's called hard work—even if things don't pan out. It's called toiling away at your craft when other people damn you simply because you're from a different side of a border on a map. It's alled the heart, the desire to overcome EVERYTHING you've witnessed in your life in order to be the person you want to be. It doesn't take merely two or three months to do all these things sweetie...it takes YEARS of patience, and you lack that patience that is needed to succeed in this industry, and you haven't earned the respect from your peers as I have from the likes of Kayla Richards, whom you disappointed after throwing away your Shieldmaidon after just two weeks. You, hunny-bear, need to take more time to be able to grow and hone your craft before you can even THINK of hanging with the likes of an Alexis Caffery or Eternity as I have. Perhaps you might someday...but not now I'm afraid.
Why?
Having spent the first years of my childhood in my native Northern Ireland, a wartorn bastion of human beings killing one another in record numbers, I've seen the worst that humanity has to offer, but I've overcome that in ways that you can't begin to imagine, scavenging through the muck and the grime to become a beacon of hope for those who haven't any. For I, not you Shea, am the bringer of light to a world that's been consumed in darkness. I've been bringing smiles, happiness, and joy to the people of this planet long before you, Shea O'Hara, ever sat foot in a wrestling ring, for I've proved myself as being more than capable of competing with anyone that IWF has to offer. On this night, at this very moment...I will be the one who's left standing and become your new Iron Maiden.
After all...even in the darkest of times, I never stopped smiling.
That will never change.
Cheers!
Well howdy there pardner.