Post by Fiona McFly on Jan 29, 2017 15:23:41 GMT
Episode VIII
"SHATTERED MIRROR -- PART II"
Act II - The Trials Begin
"SHATTERED MIRROR -- PART II"
Act II - The Trials Begin
25 January 2017 -- 10:50 AM
Inside the tornado bunker, her place of silent meditation...
...Fiona shook her head at the image on the mirror, blinking her eyes as she looked at her writings on her little pad.
She didn't want to believe what was happening to her mind. She wanted to utilise the texts contained within her selected Bible passages as a guide, an instrument to help her figure out what was wrong on the inside. Yet the Northern Irishwoman was having great difficulty understanding what they truly meant in her eyes as she tried valiantly to find a way to overcome the mix of sadness, anger, and self-doubt which had been firmly entrenched in her heart for the longest time.
Sighing to herself, the former Badger placed her notepad back on the desk before peering towards the looking glass...
...where she saw not her own visage on the other side, but rather...the pious yet calculating stare of her mother Katherine. Voices of demonic laughter, born of pure evil and internal chaos, began pouring into Fiona's soul as she started breathing heavily, trying to figure a way out of the mental predicament she had found herself in.
Yet something began to change. Fiona didn't scream. She didn't run away. Instead, she closed her eyes...and take on her own emotions--anger, sadness, and self-doubt--one at a time.
Fiona McFly was about to fight the Harbingers of Hell--on their grounds.
On their terms.
~~~~~~~~
Dear PaigeâŠ
The name âMetamorphosisâ is aptly appropriate considering how long you and I have sniped back and forth, one Tweet after another, contest after contest.
It is VERY fitting that the title of the upcoming pay-per-view, which means by definition, âto transform, to evolve, or to change,â is the backdrop for what could conceivably be MY last opportunity of doing something incredibly special...and YOUR last chance to prove that your brand name alone is superior to the others within the Diamonds division.
Come to reflect upon it, you and I have seen a revolving door in motion, with women coming or going as the years have come to pass, making the STRONG argument that the Diamonds division has, indeed, evolved as a whole.
And weâd be right on the money.
Jessica Reed, Amber Richards, Ana Valentine, Alexis Caffery...they represented the old guard, the established few who ruled with an iron fist. Youâve got the likes of Avery Barnes, Esperanza Serranto, and Emma Danielson...names that tried so desperately to become successful within this division, only to fall off the map in some form or another. Then you have Pandora Freeman or Helena Sawyer...ladies that are on the cusp of remarked fame and fortune.
And then...thereâs me and you. We are reflections in a mirror--one light, one dark.
Polar opposites, but two game competitors with one thing in mind...
...to be "the best" at what we do. Now letâs be honest with ourselvesâDiamond to Diamond, warrior to warrior. You do prefer it this way, donât you, as it was meant to beâŠno peace in our time, once more unto the breachâŠâdearâ friend.
Chun a bheith ... nĂł gan a bheith.
The clock is ticking, the days are finally coming to a headâthe minutes, the seconds, theyâre slowly counting down...we are Ăłn the verge of reaching our moment! As you and I step into the ring, we WILL clash like twin Titans...but as the legendary Freddie Mercury so eloquently pointed out in a song, there can be ONLY one. One dreamer, one left standing, one Champion...
...one destiny--as it SHOULD be. But when the idea of a "simple" match actually turns into a thirty-minute submission affair that is SUPPOSED to be geared for you, the stakes couldn't get even hotter than they are now. This match means more to me than how it's been stipulated on the surface...
...yet people just like you don't think I can make you cry "Auntie Em" over and over again for half-an-hour!
I'll tell you EXACTLY what they've been saying to me.
~~~~~~~~
Act III - The Harbinger of Self-Doubt
Dear PaigeâŠ
The name âMetamorphosisâ is aptly appropriate considering how long you and I have sniped back and forth, one Tweet after another, contest after contest.
It is VERY fitting that the title of the upcoming pay-per-view, which means by definition, âto transform, to evolve, or to change,â is the backdrop for what could conceivably be MY last opportunity of doing something incredibly special...and YOUR last chance to prove that your brand name alone is superior to the others within the Diamonds division.
Come to reflect upon it, you and I have seen a revolving door in motion, with women coming or going as the years have come to pass, making the STRONG argument that the Diamonds division has, indeed, evolved as a whole.
And weâd be right on the money.
Jessica Reed, Amber Richards, Ana Valentine, Alexis Caffery...they represented the old guard, the established few who ruled with an iron fist. Youâve got the likes of Avery Barnes, Esperanza Serranto, and Emma Danielson...names that tried so desperately to become successful within this division, only to fall off the map in some form or another. Then you have Pandora Freeman or Helena Sawyer...ladies that are on the cusp of remarked fame and fortune.
And then...thereâs me and you. We are reflections in a mirror--one light, one dark.
Polar opposites, but two game competitors with one thing in mind...
...to be "the best" at what we do. Now letâs be honest with ourselvesâDiamond to Diamond, warrior to warrior. You do prefer it this way, donât you, as it was meant to beâŠno peace in our time, once more unto the breachâŠâdearâ friend.
Chun a bheith ... nĂł gan a bheith.
The clock is ticking, the days are finally coming to a headâthe minutes, the seconds, theyâre slowly counting down...we are Ăłn the verge of reaching our moment! As you and I step into the ring, we WILL clash like twin Titans...but as the legendary Freddie Mercury so eloquently pointed out in a song, there can be ONLY one. One dreamer, one left standing, one Champion...
...one destiny--as it SHOULD be. But when the idea of a "simple" match actually turns into a thirty-minute submission affair that is SUPPOSED to be geared for you, the stakes couldn't get even hotter than they are now. This match means more to me than how it's been stipulated on the surface...
...yet people just like you don't think I can make you cry "Auntie Em" over and over again for half-an-hour!
I'll tell you EXACTLY what they've been saying to me.
~~~~~~~~
Act III - The Harbinger of Self-Doubt
Fiona McFly found herself deep within her own mind--a place wrought with chaos from all sides.
She saw herself standing outside the iconic Superman: Tower of Power attraction at Six Flags Over Texas, a 300-foot combo space shot and drop tower that shot riders upwards, all before holding them briefly at the summit before dropping them back down to the ground. She stood in the single-rider's line, watching nervously as three cars, with 16 passengers each, went up and down the tower, punters screaming with a mixture of terror and joy.
With John Williams' score to the 1978 film blaring, one would think the Northern Irishwoman would actually enjoy a attraction like this--but that wasn't the case.
For Fiona had this ongoing fear of heights.
She nervously inched closer, spotting a ride attendant, clad in the titular character's costume, ushering riders into the cars. Yet upon seeing Fiona, he smirked, spotting her nervousness.
"Look at all those people, sittin' on the benches watchin' instead of ridin' this ride."
She did as instructed, gazing her eyes upon the multitudes of parkgoers who were sitting on benches instead of being in the attraction's main queue. Fiona took a step backward before slowly inching closer to the attendant's station.
"You're doubtin' yourself. You don't think you can enjoy my tower. You'd rather be all the other folks, munchin' on Johnny Rockets and drinkin' Cokes while watchin' the other riders havin' fun."
The Superman costume-wearing ride op, speaking with an East Texas drawl, chuckled slightly as Fiona stepped up toward a set of color-coded footprints.
"C'mon...ya know ya wanna cry Auntie Em...you can go through the line, back the other way, and ya won't feel nothin'...except regret over watchin' other people get all the glory and accolades."
Fiona sighed, shaking her head as the rope was pulled off its moorings, for it was a moment of choice for her.
Would she get on the ride? Or would she chicken out?
Nodding slightly, she stepped foward, through the gate and sat down into one of the three tower cars, pulling down her over-the-shoulder restraint as the attendant strapped on the belt mechanism, locking the harness into place. He grinned from ear to ear as he stepped towards Fiona, who was breathing heavily yet ready for the new challenge up ahead.
"Wow...you're gonna RIDE!?! I can't believe it...have fun!"
The man turned around and walked towards his booth. Fiona couldn't help but look straight ahead as the ride began its initial check, rising slowly 20 feet into the air before settling in. Like a catapult, the ride shot up the spike, Fiona screaming as the forces of gravity held her firmly into the seat. The gondola then traveled downwards, promping her to "float" in a period of weightlessness before reaching the top of the tower.
She couldn't enjoy the view of I-20 traffic for very long...for the gondola dropped towards the ground!
A few more seconds of "floater" airtime later, and the ride was over. Fiona unbuckled her shoulder restraints, wanting to approach the costumed man and thank him personally for helping her overcome her self-doubts...
...but alas, he was gone.
She sighed to herself, knowing that the trial wasn't over.
~~~~~~~~
They said it was my lost shot at something special.
They've said I would piss it away like so many others in the past.
All those nonbelievers at the grocery shop like yourself, those whoâve constantly laughed or mocked mĂ© since day one, siad the same thing to mĂ©--âFifi, youâre fucked. Youâre toast.â They've said I've fallen off my rocker, that I was getting too big even for my own good! Those people said I canât win the big one, that it was impossible for mĂ© to do so...
...but they've been proven dead wrong--in more ways you can't ever begin to imagine--despite the very notion that sometimes I've been my own worst enemy, asking myself "can I do this?" "Can I do that?" Is it possible?" Is it REALLY happening!?!" Those are the questions I've asked myself since day one, since I first signed up for the Imperial Wrestling Federation...
...and figuring out the answers from within--that's what's helped me to grow as a competitor, but more important than that...as a PERSON.
When I step out out there, looking around at the multitudes of lovelies, all I will be thinking about is one simple, singular thing...that Iâve got to do is beat THE single greatest female to come out of the old Training Grounds, outfox the longest-reigning Shieldmaidon everâno shite, nĂł games, none of it. Yet when I ponder what Iâve got to do...as the sun beams down Ăłn the corner of my eyes, I realise...that sooner of later, youâre gonna have to live by the sword, youâre gonna have to die by the sword...
...youâre gonna have to face fucking REALITY by the sword!
For you, darling...youâre about to face reality in the purest, most sacred form there is--more than simply matching each other maneuvre for maneuvre, more than simply being born with a particular surname on your resume and then go cryin' to the masses, demanding their respect and undivided attention! It is MORE than simply boasting about how you're gonna be Diamond of the Year, Bitch of the Year, or Diamond in the Rough...only to fail miserable!
After all, those are just mere goals--and if you can't achieve what yo've set out to conquer in the previous year, then quite frankly the competition was simply better than you, but you will never admit it.
Come to think of it...it's all about you--not about them! It's your modus operandi, how you conduct yourself in this gig! You're either a sore winner if you win, or an ever sorer loser when you don't! You can try as you might, but you can't beat me with that mindset or ANYONE else for that matter!
If you REALLY want to try and beat mĂ©, youâre gonna have to quash all the dreams of the little lassies out there who want to be GREAT leaders by being honourable citizens, by plying their craft THE RIGHT WAY! To beat mĂ©...youâre gonna have to tear mĂ© to shreds, leaving ZERO doubt as to who the superior name in the Diamonds truly is. And to beat mĂ©...you gotta have the heart and desire to stand in front of mĂ©...and be willing to bleed in that ring yourself...
...and you are not ready for that.
You want to look me in the eye 'cos you think you know exactly what I'm going to do out there, on that big stage. You've got no idea as to the reality that awaits you on the other side. Youâve got NO FUCKING CLUE as to what Iâve been through, the things Iâve had to endure personally AND professionally...in order for mĂ© to understand what the word âmetamorphosisâ is really all about.
Think about it...long and hard.
~~~~~~~~
Act IV - The Harbinger of Anger
They said it was my lost shot at something special.
They've said I would piss it away like so many others in the past.
All those nonbelievers at the grocery shop like yourself, those whoâve constantly laughed or mocked mĂ© since day one, siad the same thing to mĂ©--âFifi, youâre fucked. Youâre toast.â They've said I've fallen off my rocker, that I was getting too big even for my own good! Those people said I canât win the big one, that it was impossible for mĂ© to do so...
...but they've been proven dead wrong--in more ways you can't ever begin to imagine--despite the very notion that sometimes I've been my own worst enemy, asking myself "can I do this?" "Can I do that?" Is it possible?" Is it REALLY happening!?!" Those are the questions I've asked myself since day one, since I first signed up for the Imperial Wrestling Federation...
...and figuring out the answers from within--that's what's helped me to grow as a competitor, but more important than that...as a PERSON.
When I step out out there, looking around at the multitudes of lovelies, all I will be thinking about is one simple, singular thing...that Iâve got to do is beat THE single greatest female to come out of the old Training Grounds, outfox the longest-reigning Shieldmaidon everâno shite, nĂł games, none of it. Yet when I ponder what Iâve got to do...as the sun beams down Ăłn the corner of my eyes, I realise...that sooner of later, youâre gonna have to live by the sword, youâre gonna have to die by the sword...
...youâre gonna have to face fucking REALITY by the sword!
For you, darling...youâre about to face reality in the purest, most sacred form there is--more than simply matching each other maneuvre for maneuvre, more than simply being born with a particular surname on your resume and then go cryin' to the masses, demanding their respect and undivided attention! It is MORE than simply boasting about how you're gonna be Diamond of the Year, Bitch of the Year, or Diamond in the Rough...only to fail miserable!
After all, those are just mere goals--and if you can't achieve what yo've set out to conquer in the previous year, then quite frankly the competition was simply better than you, but you will never admit it.
Come to think of it...it's all about you--not about them! It's your modus operandi, how you conduct yourself in this gig! You're either a sore winner if you win, or an ever sorer loser when you don't! You can try as you might, but you can't beat me with that mindset or ANYONE else for that matter!
If you REALLY want to try and beat mĂ©, youâre gonna have to quash all the dreams of the little lassies out there who want to be GREAT leaders by being honourable citizens, by plying their craft THE RIGHT WAY! To beat mĂ©...youâre gonna have to tear mĂ© to shreds, leaving ZERO doubt as to who the superior name in the Diamonds truly is. And to beat mĂ©...you gotta have the heart and desire to stand in front of mĂ©...and be willing to bleed in that ring yourself...
...and you are not ready for that.
You want to look me in the eye 'cos you think you know exactly what I'm going to do out there, on that big stage. You've got no idea as to the reality that awaits you on the other side. Youâve got NO FUCKING CLUE as to what Iâve been through, the things Iâve had to endure personally AND professionally...in order for mĂ© to understand what the word âmetamorphosisâ is really all about.
Think about it...long and hard.
~~~~~~~~
Act IV - The Harbinger of Anger
The scene shifted from the fun-park atmosphere that was Six Flags to a more chaotic establishment.
Fiona now found herself firmly entrenched in the Belfast pub where William McFly was emasculated. She watched with horror in her eyes as the proud Royal Navy sailor was lying on the ground, helped by several other patrons who quickly whisked him out of further danger. Looking down upon the old wooden floor, she saw a bloody butcher knife lying near her left foot...
...and heard an ominous-sounding voice not too far from her position. She gazed up at the cackling, bald-headed gentleman wearing the color scheme of the IRA, goading her to grab the blade off the ground.
"Pick it up...give in to your anger..."
Indeed, this traumatic experience made Fiona quite angry--knowing that her own mother had orchestrated the attack in the first place to gain vengeance upon William. But the IRA member laughed with glee over his actions, watching as the Northern Irishwoman put her hand firmly on the weapon's handle before lifting it up, pointing it at him in a fit of inner rage.
"Good...good. Now...use it--for I am defenceless. Strike me down with all of your hatred!"
Fiona looked down at the crimson-tainted instrument of death and despair, peering her eyes upon a slight reflection which showed her beet-red face, her bloodshot eyes. She heard the man's demonic cackles as he tried valianty to goad her into killing him, thus gaining revenge upon what he did to the man who raised her as her father...
...but something clicked in her soul.
Deep down, McFly began to realise that revenge was wrong, for it created nothing else except victims on all fronts. Without saying a word, she threw it off to the side, where it hit the floor with a thud. The protester, sensing that Fiona's tender-heartedness and forgiving nature had pierced into his own consciousness, collapsed to one knee--but not before offering some final words.
"Your mercy and grace knows no bounds...you were taught to do what was right..."
The pub was quiet. The aura of malice was nonexistent...
...but the journey through Fiona's mind still wasn't over.
~~~~~~~~
Look at yourself in the mirror for a moment...
...and youâll see for yourself exactly what Iâve dealt with to get this far in my lifetime.
The intellectuals of the planet have questioned my sanity after finding out that the man who raised me as a father wasnât my âtrueâ father, which left me damn near scarred in my head.
Theyâve said, time and time again, that I wasnât mentally ready for the burden that befell upon me, that I wasnât stable enough to do the right thing, to accept something construed as the truth without analysing the situation first...without learning to ask questions and seek that knowledge from WITHIN! Theyâve told me that I allowed myself to become affected by your name-calling, that Iâve allowed your own pointed words to creep into my mind.
Theyâve told me that I didnât have the brainpower to figure out the psychological aspects of this grand sport, a sport that has eaten me alive and spat me out on the ground on more than one occastionâŠ
...but I have changed.
~~~~~~~~
Act V - The Harbinger of Sadness
Look at yourself in the mirror for a moment...
...and youâll see for yourself exactly what Iâve dealt with to get this far in my lifetime.
The intellectuals of the planet have questioned my sanity after finding out that the man who raised me as a father wasnât my âtrueâ father, which left me damn near scarred in my head.
Theyâve said, time and time again, that I wasnât mentally ready for the burden that befell upon me, that I wasnât stable enough to do the right thing, to accept something construed as the truth without analysing the situation first...without learning to ask questions and seek that knowledge from WITHIN! Theyâve told me that I allowed myself to become affected by your name-calling, that Iâve allowed your own pointed words to creep into my mind.
Theyâve told me that I didnât have the brainpower to figure out the psychological aspects of this grand sport, a sport that has eaten me alive and spat me out on the ground on more than one occastionâŠ
...but I have changed.
~~~~~~~~
Act V - The Harbinger of Sadness
Fiona now found herself in the grasslands northwest of Belfast.
"What am I doing out here," she thought to herself as she paced around the area, looking up at the somber skies above. A steady rain began to fall from the clouds, drenching Fiona as she walked towards a pair of farmhouses off in the distance.
She then gazed at a silhouetted figure of a man in a sailor's uniform, sitting on the wet grass whilst in tears...but for what reason?
Yet as Fiona approached, she heard a condescending voice, causing her to jump in place.
"What're you lookin' at, smiley-brain?"
Fiona turned her head slightly, gazing upon the snickering, uncaring presence of a man of average build, sporting black curly hair and a naval Admiral's uniform. She perked up her right brow in curiosity, wondering who the man sitting on the ground was and, most imortantly, why he was sad.
"This was the moment the good, righteous captain William McFly realised he wasn't truly your old man! Betrayed by his loving wife...and the worst part of it's that you're standing in this humble lands, not as a proud heroine, but as an innocent victim of your dear, sweet, pious mommy's betrayal!"
The "admiral" made a goat noise as tears began to stream down the Northern Irishwoman's cheeks. She had begun to feel the pain caused by her mother's betrayal, which caused the man she loved as if he was her father to go into hiding for so many years. She dropped to one knee, looking at a small cufflink with the initials "WSM" imprinted on its gold plate.
But the stranger tried to get McFly to leave William behind, using a John deLancie-esque, icy tone of voice.
"Let him cry, let him mope...you'll be nothin' more than a blonde-headed dope. You'll care about nothing else in this cruel, cold world...except yourself."
But Fiona closed her eyes for a moment, taking in the soaking from the skies above before making her decision.
She shook her head, stepping towards William and presenting the locket to him--for despite all the depression and pain he felt about making her an innocent victim, deep down the proud captain always stuck with her through thick and think. William loving smiled as he quietly embraced Fiona, placing the cufflink into his front jacket pocket.
"Aww, compassion and loyalty...that's just *typical* human behaviour. My Mistress is gonna have a stroke and it's entirely your fault!"
Fiona quickly shot up, staring daggers at the third and final Harbinger as he slowly faded into nothingness. The rain stopped, the clouds parted into a crystal-clear nighttime sky...
...yet when she looked around the grasslands, there was nothing present. No farmhouses, no trees...
...and no William.
She heard a small chuckle at first, but that soon gave rise to an unholy, Satanic roar of laughter and contempt.
The manifestation of all evil, the bastion plaguing her soul for months on end, was forthcoming.
~~~~~~~~
The trolls on social media have questioned my love for the gig that Iâd allowed myself to stand back and watch you run roughshod all over the Imperial world.
Theyâve blathered on about how I did nothing and stood idly as you sanctimoniously preaching about inspiring young girls to be great leaders in modern civilisation, only to be THOROUGHLY guilty of making an absolute mockery of the entire Diamonds division within the course of a full yearâthat little Shieldmaidon âdefenceâ you had with your sister speaks volumes. Yet in the eyes of many, I took a seat and watched it all happen, helpless to do anything about it.
Theyâve said, with each passing month, that I was too scared to step forward and take MY place in a division that wasâand is todayâin desperate need of a new heroineâŠ
...yet I have evolved.
~~~~~~~~
Act VI - The Mistress of All Evil
The trolls on social media have questioned my love for the gig that Iâd allowed myself to stand back and watch you run roughshod all over the Imperial world.
Theyâve blathered on about how I did nothing and stood idly as you sanctimoniously preaching about inspiring young girls to be great leaders in modern civilisation, only to be THOROUGHLY guilty of making an absolute mockery of the entire Diamonds division within the course of a full yearâthat little Shieldmaidon âdefenceâ you had with your sister speaks volumes. Yet in the eyes of many, I took a seat and watched it all happen, helpless to do anything about it.
Theyâve said, with each passing month, that I was too scared to step forward and take MY place in a division that wasâand is todayâin desperate need of a new heroineâŠ
...yet I have evolved.
~~~~~~~~
Act VI - The Mistress of All Evil
Fiona now found herself standing in the pit of Hell itself.
Fire and brimstone shot from everywhere as she peered down upon the rocky terrain, cowering in fear as the demonic cackles became more and more pronounced. At this moment in time, she finally began to see the figure--sporting horns from all of its body--stomp into the picture, carrying a massive whip in its right hand; Fiona became even more horrified upon spotting the face of the ghasty figure, its eyes lit in orange flame, rife with malice and chaos.
It was the visage of her own mother, Katherine McFly.
The Belfast native felt helpless, torn apart as the manifestation of all her darkest thoughts began attacking her own Harbingers--the Superman lookalike, the IRA sympathizer, and the naval Admiral--for failing in their overall objective, to get Fiona herself to cave in to her whims and desires, while taunting her the entire time.
"Young fool...only now, at the end, do you understand. You WILL pay the price for your lack of vision!"
The whippings continued, leaving Fiona to ponder what she had to do next. She began to feel the emotions she had been guided through--fear, rage, and sadness--as the Harbingers became nothing more than tortured souls that needed to be freed from their chains.
The bouts of glee from their Mistress became even more pronounced as the spectre turned towards Fiona with an evil, gratifying smirk.
"And now...when they're through suffering...you're next!"
The ungodly beast continued its assault, and the screams of its troika of slaves became deafening. As flames inched closer toward Fiona, she looked up at the Harbingers for a moment, gritting her teeth as the torture worsened and the cacophony reached its peak. It was at this moment in time when she finally began to understand that the Harbingers weren't there to goad her at all...
...but rather, they had taught her a lesson in courage--overcoming the obstacles which had been presented.
Not wanting to see her three guides suffer anymore, and without saying a singular word, McFly lunged towards Satan herself, picking uer up and placing her into a fireman's carry. It screamed in terror, surprised by the selfless act, as she held on for dear life and approached the lake of fire. She threw "Katherine" into the raging inferno, breathing heavily as she collapsed to the pavement below.
Fiona had defeated the evil inside her own mind...
...but the rewards that were gained were more valuable than just a little plastic trophy.
~~~~~~~~
The naysayers critiqued me as being unable to adapt to the ever-changing schematic move-for-move, hold-for-hold.
Theyâve said that I knew VERY little in the way of basic self-dence maneuvers, that I was still VERY much âgreenâ with the sporting aspects of this gig whilst youâve babbled on about how youâve been working your entire lifetime, that you know EVERYTHING when it comes to the business at hand, that youâre...this invincible brand that doesnât make mistakes, knows nothing of doing wrong.
Theyâve told me that I wasnât ready for the big stages, that I wasnât destined to learn from my own errors in judgment and apply the lessons Iâve learned thoughout my career...
...all the while, in spite of the critics, I have transformed.
When you think about it...EVERYTHING that you've done, and vice versa, in 2016 is just that...in the past. Your "dominance" of the Shieldmaidon, my winning the Iron Maiden...it's all part of history now, in the annals of time long since faded into our hearts and minds.
This is a fucking NEW year...and a new beginning.
Itâs not your working ability, itâs not your accomplishments that people like myself dislike about you. Itâs your cavalier, holier-than-thou attitude about the gig thatâs nothing more than a bunch of shite behind that little facade you've kept running for your entire career. When you step back, look at yourself in the mirror...youâll come to realise that youâre about to enter the undiscovered countryâthe year of twenty-seventeenâand the enemy is more dangerous, more cunning...than ever before. But right now...youâre WORSE than the enemy.
Youâre dangerous and foolish.
Dangerous enough to know that youâre wielding a double-edged blade--that your own hubris, your own sense of materialistic pride can be utilised against you. Foolish enough to not even realise that youâre holding onto that blade with all your might âtil it stabs you GREATLY in the heart, leaving you lying on the floor.
Broken. Suffering. Wanting.
And youâll be too late to react...
~~~~~~~~
Act VII - Eternal Calm
The naysayers critiqued me as being unable to adapt to the ever-changing schematic move-for-move, hold-for-hold.
Theyâve said that I knew VERY little in the way of basic self-dence maneuvers, that I was still VERY much âgreenâ with the sporting aspects of this gig whilst youâve babbled on about how youâve been working your entire lifetime, that you know EVERYTHING when it comes to the business at hand, that youâre...this invincible brand that doesnât make mistakes, knows nothing of doing wrong.
Theyâve told me that I wasnât ready for the big stages, that I wasnât destined to learn from my own errors in judgment and apply the lessons Iâve learned thoughout my career...
...all the while, in spite of the critics, I have transformed.
When you think about it...EVERYTHING that you've done, and vice versa, in 2016 is just that...in the past. Your "dominance" of the Shieldmaidon, my winning the Iron Maiden...it's all part of history now, in the annals of time long since faded into our hearts and minds.
This is a fucking NEW year...and a new beginning.
Itâs not your working ability, itâs not your accomplishments that people like myself dislike about you. Itâs your cavalier, holier-than-thou attitude about the gig thatâs nothing more than a bunch of shite behind that little facade you've kept running for your entire career. When you step back, look at yourself in the mirror...youâll come to realise that youâre about to enter the undiscovered countryâthe year of twenty-seventeenâand the enemy is more dangerous, more cunning...than ever before. But right now...youâre WORSE than the enemy.
Youâre dangerous and foolish.
Dangerous enough to know that youâre wielding a double-edged blade--that your own hubris, your own sense of materialistic pride can be utilised against you. Foolish enough to not even realise that youâre holding onto that blade with all your might âtil it stabs you GREATLY in the heart, leaving you lying on the floor.
Broken. Suffering. Wanting.
And youâll be too late to react...
~~~~~~~~
Act VII - Eternal Calm
She opened her eyes, where she saw the interior of the tornado bunker once more.
The demons of rage, fear, and depression, which had tried valianty to consume her at various points throughout her existence, were long gone...leaving nothing save for peace and tranquility.
With her eyes wide open, she took the Bible back out of her bag, flipped its pages, pondering about what her mental trials had tried to teach her. She found the passage she was looking for...and it made her smile. Everything she had been through had given her the courage to continue living, every obstacle that had been thrown her way had given her a new sense of resolve, something that became eloquently pointed out as she put pen to paper once more.
"Do not fear, for I am with you. Do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, surely I will help you, surely I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. Behold, all those who've anger at you will be shamed and dishonoured, those who contend with you shall be nothing and perish. You will seek those who quarrel with you but will not find them, and those who war with you will be as nothing and nonexistent. For I am the LORD your God, who upholds your right hand, who says to you 'do not fear--I will help you'."
-Isaiah 41:10-13
-Isaiah 41:10-13
She lovingly nodded her head before gently closing and placing the Holy Book back in its rightful spot.
Fiona turned her head slightly, peering at the simplicity of the bunker's plain white walls, wrought with the emotions that had driven her mind for all these months. Anger, self-doubt, and sadness...they all ruled her life at various points in time, mocking her every move, damning her for every mistake. Her mind had undergone a metamorphosis, her spirit evolving into something far greater than anything she'd ever known before in her lifetime.
She stood up, gazing back towards the mirror, nodding slightly as she prepared to exit the underground shelter.
Never wavering--not even for a moment.
Calm, cool, and collected.
For at long last, the mental trial was over.
~THE END~
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Now you see through a glass darkly...
...and I'll be waiting for you on the other side of the mirror, waiting to shine my light upon you.
When it's all set in stone, you will understand EXACTLY what Iâve endured to get to this point, what I had to suffer through in order to learn what it took to FINALLY stand out from all the rest of the other Diamonds, to stake MY claim as the best in the entire division...
...and yet you STILL won't believe in me. You laugh and mock me as if I was nothing!
You're gonna be in for a big surprise--and when the night's over, you WILL become a believer.
I remember a little something that Kayla Richards herself taught me...that the greatest of all the Champion Diamonds are those who adapt to their surroundings, who arenât afraid to make mistakes whilst LEARNING from them at all times. They donât DARE stand back and watch somebody disrespect the prestige of where they work at for a living; they are COMPELLED to step forward and do the very same things that truly define the word âmetamorphosisâ down to a science.
They transform. They change. They evolve...and that is what drives meâmore than ever.
And THAT is what the word "metamorphosis" is all about.
Face it lovely, I will no longer allow myself to be consumed by your petty name-calling and useless drivel. I will, never again, let myself piss an oppurtunity away and stay on the back burner, watching as you disrespect the very Division Iâve set to conquer since I signed up two years ago. And I SURELY will not allow myself to be preached to by a sacrosanct figure whose heart isn't for the multitudes of lovlies in the stands, for I know exactly who I am...and what I CAN do out there.
I fear no one--especially you. I accept nothing else...but total victory.
And I can match you--move for move, strike for strike--'til you can't fight anymore.
I'm no angelic saint--nor do I ever want to be--but I will not allow myself to repeat the mistakes I've made in the past. 'Cos I LOVE the wrestling gig--more than anything else I've ever loved in the world--and I want it more than you...and I'm going to take MY reward for putting myself through all that hell, yet never wavering in the midst of certain defeat.
For I am the saviour of this division, destined to bring REAL inspiration to those little girls who want to dream big and seek out new horizons! Iâm coming after you, Iâm coming after your little throneâŠ
...and I will hold NOTHING back.
I fucking guarantee it.
Cheers!
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Now you see through a glass darkly...
...and I'll be waiting for you on the other side of the mirror, waiting to shine my light upon you.
When it's all set in stone, you will understand EXACTLY what Iâve endured to get to this point, what I had to suffer through in order to learn what it took to FINALLY stand out from all the rest of the other Diamonds, to stake MY claim as the best in the entire division...
...and yet you STILL won't believe in me. You laugh and mock me as if I was nothing!
You're gonna be in for a big surprise--and when the night's over, you WILL become a believer.
I remember a little something that Kayla Richards herself taught me...that the greatest of all the Champion Diamonds are those who adapt to their surroundings, who arenât afraid to make mistakes whilst LEARNING from them at all times. They donât DARE stand back and watch somebody disrespect the prestige of where they work at for a living; they are COMPELLED to step forward and do the very same things that truly define the word âmetamorphosisâ down to a science.
They transform. They change. They evolve...and that is what drives meâmore than ever.
And THAT is what the word "metamorphosis" is all about.
Face it lovely, I will no longer allow myself to be consumed by your petty name-calling and useless drivel. I will, never again, let myself piss an oppurtunity away and stay on the back burner, watching as you disrespect the very Division Iâve set to conquer since I signed up two years ago. And I SURELY will not allow myself to be preached to by a sacrosanct figure whose heart isn't for the multitudes of lovlies in the stands, for I know exactly who I am...and what I CAN do out there.
I fear no one--especially you. I accept nothing else...but total victory.
And I can match you--move for move, strike for strike--'til you can't fight anymore.
I'm no angelic saint--nor do I ever want to be--but I will not allow myself to repeat the mistakes I've made in the past. 'Cos I LOVE the wrestling gig--more than anything else I've ever loved in the world--and I want it more than you...and I'm going to take MY reward for putting myself through all that hell, yet never wavering in the midst of certain defeat.
For I am the saviour of this division, destined to bring REAL inspiration to those little girls who want to dream big and seek out new horizons! Iâm coming after you, Iâm coming after your little throneâŠ
...and I will hold NOTHING back.
I fucking guarantee it.
Cheers!
Well howdy there pardner.