Post by Fiona McFly on Feb 6, 2017 4:26:27 GMT
~IN THE MIND~
Fiona McFly had always wanted to go where no one had ever gone before...
...but she didn't imagine herself being thrust into something that wasn't of this world.
Lights flashed against a cacophony of sound as the Northern Irishwoman, sporting a gold-hued mini-skirt uniform with an all-too-familiar crest on the left-hand side, sat down comfortably on a large black chair, surrounded by an array of high-definition screens and buttons galore. It was, indeed, a command centre of a highly-colurful design, a place where members of a crew could perform basic ship functions, analyze what's around them, and so on.
Of course, to the trained eye it looked like a set from a certain sci-fi universe--and it was, with a plethora of cameras and overhead lighting that would make any set designer proud.
But it felt just as true to life as it was on the small screen--except there wasn't any crew for Fiona to work with.
She found herself alone, punching buttons whilst frantically trying to get a hold of someone to try and help her, but to no avail. Sighing to herself, she slinked herself back in the chair, trying to make herself feel right at home--all in spite of being away from home in the first place. Yet her moment of silent reflection would be short-lived as a voice called to her from out of nowhere.
"Red alert..."
Fiona jumped out of her seat, turning around to see the curly-haired man that was the voice of her own subconscious, clad in a red shirt and black pants with matching boots.
"I bet you didn't think you'd be seeing ME again...riiiiiight?"
The smiling gentleman chuckled as Fiona gasped, running towards the comms officer station to try and send a distress signal--only to realise that she was on a film soundstage, not the actual starship.
"Relax, take a load off....they don't pay me to do this gig, you know?"
Fiona shook her head before slowly marching toward her captain's chair and sitting back down, glaring at the "redshirt" and wondering why he keeps showing up inside her soul.
"What am *I* doing here? I think that should be the other way around...what are *you* doing here? You should be meditating, practicing your brand of martial science, enjoying yourself--not mope around on some futuristic movie set. After all...there's more to living than simply punching or kicking somebody. You have no idea of the destiny that lies ahead of you..."
She could only muster a slight facepalm, looking down upon the deck as her inner voice began to fade away, but not before offering one final, cryptic warning...
"Someone near and dear to your heart will not live to see your biggest triumph..."
~~~~~~~~~~
Dear Kate...
Metamorphosis was truly, for lack of a better word, an epic pay-per-view event if I ever had anything original to say about it. There were shocks, surprises, and twists and turns that would make a roller coaster rider shake at their knees once they enjoy their jaunt through the twists...and then, there was me and one Paige Garcia.
As much as I hate to say it, moreso 'cos it hurts me deep within my soul to even SAY it, she won that round, to which I'll give credit where it's due 'cos I consider myself "fair and balanced." But guess what? She did not BEAT me into submission. She didn't succeed in ending my career 'cos I'm fucking STILL here, and through this little setback, I realise...that there's plenty of 2017 left to go for me to show the entire Imperial world exactly what I'm capable of doing out there...
...no matter what the trolls tell me.
We live our lives through trial and error, through triumphs and failures; yet for every misstep along our journey, with every single mistake we make...comes rewards greater than ANYONE can ever imagine. Sure. becoming a Champion is great and all, but in my view...there's more to living than having some plastic and leather trophy placed into your mantle for all the world to see. It takes MORE in life to become a Champion...
...it takes time, energy, and patience.
I understand you beat Amber Richards, a three-time Diamonds Champion, with loads of accolades, yet can't resist pulling the same old cliche shite about wanting to save the division from its own shortsightedness. You caught her out of her element, beating her at her own game when it mattered the most. But where do you go from here, lovely? Do you build upon the joys of defeating one of the so-called "old guards" of IWF...or do you piss it all away 'cos ya want to belt out some god-awful cover of "Bohemian Rhapsody?!"
Only you can choose which path to take on your road back to a Championship after pissing away the Shieldmaidon a long, long time ago.
But you're fucking delusional, AND off your rocking chair, if you can go on the Twitter feed and, from out of nowhere, label yourself as IWF's biggest underdog! So what if you haven't won a thing in God knows how long--by giving yourself a title, no matter HOW significant, you risk placing a giant target on your back. Now instead of being the hunter...you're the hunted, and you've got NO FUCKING CLUE as to the dangers that await you as the new year comes to pass. As much as I hate repeating myself, the enemy is more dangerous and cunning than ever before...
...right now, you're WORSE than the enemy...
...you for know NOTHING of the pitfalls that lie ahead.
You convolute yourself into believing your own hype just 'cos you went out to that ring and beat one of the best in this gig, and now...you're gonna have to prove to the entire world that your victory over Amber wasn't a jokey fluke, that it wasn't an accident waiting to happen. You have a LONG, LONG way to go before you can firmly etch yourself as a true underdog, before you can achieve your ultimate destiny--of becoming a Champion once again. But you need to learn what it REALLY means to grow as a person all over again, understanding that letting your success happen naturally--not overexerting yourself after ONE WIN--is the key to success within this division...
...and you, lovely, aren't ready for the big-time just yet.
I will prove it to you in spades, that through every miserating failure I've ever had in my lifetime, I've made a LIVING out of staying true to my principles, never wavering in the midst of defeat. Everything I've done to get to this point in my existence...has been all about growth and perseverance! For I *AM* the true saviour of this Diamonds division, and come Monday...I will show you EXACTLY what I'm made of...
...and I won't hold a fucking thing back.
Cheers!
~~~~~~~~~~
Dear Kate...
Metamorphosis was truly, for lack of a better word, an epic pay-per-view event if I ever had anything original to say about it. There were shocks, surprises, and twists and turns that would make a roller coaster rider shake at their knees once they enjoy their jaunt through the twists...and then, there was me and one Paige Garcia.
As much as I hate to say it, moreso 'cos it hurts me deep within my soul to even SAY it, she won that round, to which I'll give credit where it's due 'cos I consider myself "fair and balanced." But guess what? She did not BEAT me into submission. She didn't succeed in ending my career 'cos I'm fucking STILL here, and through this little setback, I realise...that there's plenty of 2017 left to go for me to show the entire Imperial world exactly what I'm capable of doing out there...
...no matter what the trolls tell me.
We live our lives through trial and error, through triumphs and failures; yet for every misstep along our journey, with every single mistake we make...comes rewards greater than ANYONE can ever imagine. Sure. becoming a Champion is great and all, but in my view...there's more to living than having some plastic and leather trophy placed into your mantle for all the world to see. It takes MORE in life to become a Champion...
...it takes time, energy, and patience.
I understand you beat Amber Richards, a three-time Diamonds Champion, with loads of accolades, yet can't resist pulling the same old cliche shite about wanting to save the division from its own shortsightedness. You caught her out of her element, beating her at her own game when it mattered the most. But where do you go from here, lovely? Do you build upon the joys of defeating one of the so-called "old guards" of IWF...or do you piss it all away 'cos ya want to belt out some god-awful cover of "Bohemian Rhapsody?!"
Only you can choose which path to take on your road back to a Championship after pissing away the Shieldmaidon a long, long time ago.
But you're fucking delusional, AND off your rocking chair, if you can go on the Twitter feed and, from out of nowhere, label yourself as IWF's biggest underdog! So what if you haven't won a thing in God knows how long--by giving yourself a title, no matter HOW significant, you risk placing a giant target on your back. Now instead of being the hunter...you're the hunted, and you've got NO FUCKING CLUE as to the dangers that await you as the new year comes to pass. As much as I hate repeating myself, the enemy is more dangerous and cunning than ever before...
...right now, you're WORSE than the enemy...
...you for know NOTHING of the pitfalls that lie ahead.
You convolute yourself into believing your own hype just 'cos you went out to that ring and beat one of the best in this gig, and now...you're gonna have to prove to the entire world that your victory over Amber wasn't a jokey fluke, that it wasn't an accident waiting to happen. You have a LONG, LONG way to go before you can firmly etch yourself as a true underdog, before you can achieve your ultimate destiny--of becoming a Champion once again. But you need to learn what it REALLY means to grow as a person all over again, understanding that letting your success happen naturally--not overexerting yourself after ONE WIN--is the key to success within this division...
...and you, lovely, aren't ready for the big-time just yet.
I will prove it to you in spades, that through every miserating failure I've ever had in my lifetime, I've made a LIVING out of staying true to my principles, never wavering in the midst of defeat. Everything I've done to get to this point in my existence...has been all about growth and perseverance! For I *AM* the true saviour of this Diamonds division, and come Monday...I will show you EXACTLY what I'm made of...
...and I won't hold a fucking thing back.
Cheers!
~~~~~~~~~~
~BACK IN THE REAL WORLD~
3 February 2017 - 5:00 PM
Outside Beckham Elementary School...
...we find Fiona's vintage Aston-Martin DB5 driving along the street, passing by the virtually empty playgrounds toward the rear wing of the campus. It's a blustery, cold Friday evening as the sun is slowly making its descent towards the horizon, but for the Northern Irishwoman, it was the perfect time for a drive around Arlington.
Yet she slowly shook her head, trying to forget about the message that had been engraved in her mindset.
Was it real? Or was it nothing more than bullshit in disguise?
Driving up to a four-way stop, Fiona spotted Regina Kimble, school principal, jogging about on the sidewalk wearing blue jeans and an Atlanta Falcons jersey with light jacket as part of the school's "sports and fitness day." She honked the horn, prompting the longtime headmistress to stop in her tracks as Fiona rolled down her right-hand driver's window.
MISS KIMBLE: Ahhh, Fiona darling!
FIONA MCFLY: You need a lift?
MISS KIMBLE: I can handle the jaunt--my house is about two miles away.
FIONA: It's bloody chilly out!
Regina laughed, nodding warmly as she casually walked over to the left-hand passenger side and sat down; she smiled while gazing her eyes upon the decor of this 1965 classic car inspired by the Bond franchise. It was a treat for Kimble, for she had never ridden in Fiona's car until this day.
MISS KIMBLE: Nice car...I always wanted to drive an Aston-Martin.
FIONA: People give me looks all the time when I go out in public with it. Care for a long drive?
Both ladies chuckled with grins on their faces as Fiona placed the manual transmission into first gear.
FIONA: Care for a little Friday night drive and song?
MISS KIMBLE: Anytime.
Fiona pulled out a CD from her console and placed it into the stereo unit--the only "modern" convenience in an otherwise fully-restored antique. Within a few moments, we hear the sounds of Queen's 1991 song "These Are The Days of our Lives" playing from the speakers...
Sometimes I get to feelin'
I was back in the old days - long ago.
When we were kids, when we were young,
things seemed so perfect - you know?"
I was back in the old days - long ago.
When we were kids, when we were young,
things seemed so perfect - you know?"
...which prompted the former kindergarten teacher to sigh in resignation, listening to the tune's poignant lyrics.
MISS KIMBLE: Ironic, isn't it? Yet quite appropriate, I'll say...
Fiona perked up her right brow, sensing that something wasn't right.
FIONA: What's going on?
Kimble turned her head towards her driver as the latter made a turn onto another street, speaking to her in a direct, almost headmistress-like, vocal tone.
MISS KIMBLE: I've tendered my resignation from Beckham--effective at the end of the year. It wasn't my choice to do so...
Alarmed, Fiona found an empty lot, where she pulled in and parked the car. Yet she didn't need to ask Regina why she had turned in her notice to resign, for the proud Manchester native's sad expression told the whole story.
MISS KIMBLE: My cancer was more aggressive that I originally thought...it's spreading over to my liver and spine, according to my doctor.
Fiona started to tremble, her eyes widened in shock and disbelief as she looked back at the scene in front of her before switching back to Kimble, who tried to keep calm as the song continued to play.
MISS KIMBLE: They gave me six months...eight months tops.
Under normal circumstances, Fiona McFly would have something to add at this juncture...
...but alas, she had no words. There was nothing but sadness inside that grey Aston-Martin on a cold late-winter's day.
Those are the days of our loves,
where bad things in life were so few.
Those days are all gone, but now
one thing is true.
When I look, and I find...
where bad things in life were so few.
Those days are all gone, but now
one thing is true.
When I look, and I find...
The words "I still love you" permeated throughout the vehicle as Fiona slowly took her glasses off, peering her focus towards a plastic apple that was hanging from the rear-view mirror. To Fiona, Regina Kimble was as close as she could get to having a mother that actually cared about her well-being, that cheered for her in spite of every setback she had encountered along her journey.
Yet more importantly, the kind-hearted principal served as the central figure that brought the Belfast native and her fiancee, Jack Gaither--Kimble's former and most notable student of them all--together.
But Fiona knew one thing--that voice in her mind was right on the money.
Deep down, she had no idea on how to explain this bit of news to Jack.
~TO BE CONTINUED~
Well howdy there pardner.