Post by Fiona McFly on Mar 20, 2017 4:36:47 GMT
11 March 2017 - 10:25 AM
Later, that same morning...
...we find Fiona McFly lying prone across a leather table, clad in nothing else save for a white cloth towel that covers her bottom area, as a female professional massage therapist, around 50 years of age with twenty-plus years experience in her craft--slowly manipulating her hands across her patient's back and shoulder. The Belfast native, to her credit, kept her eyes closed throughout the entire period, taking in the sounds of country music playing softly from the overhead speakers.
Her mind, however, wasn't quite as focused as it should have been. After all, her thoughts focused upon the upcoming wedding, not to mention the certainty of losing her mentor, Regina Kimble, within a few months.
In spite of all that was happening to her though, she kept her eyes perfectly still--but not for long.
When Fiona opened her eyes for a moment, she found herself in the room near the back of the Pleasantville relaxation establishment, gazing at all the red, white, and blue decor--from American flag-themed wallpaper to the small flags on the desk. Heck, there was even a replica painting of the famous raising of the flag at Iwo Jima...
...and to someone like Fiona, the whole theming seemed out of place for a massage parlor.
THERAPIST: How're ya feelin', ma'am?
FIONA MCFLY: I feel...honestly, I don't know how I feel. I can't stop thinking about my mentor, my fiancee...but there's something else too. Something that I can't perfectly describe in my head...
The veteran therapist, a former U.S. Army nurse, eked out a sly grin as she headed towards the cabinet.
THERAPIST: What's up?
Fiona sighed, shaking her head whilst watching the therapist pull out a small bottle of bio-freeze and set it on the desk, next ot her computer.
FIONA: It's just...ugh, can't put it into my head.
Gritting her teeth, McFly took a minute or so to fully compose herself before blurting out what she had been thinking all along.
FIONA: This whole Pleasantville...it has an American Patriot theme to it.
THERAPIST: Oh really...ya think it's out of place?
FIONA: It is...I just didn't expect to see such theming in a relaxation establishment. I figured it'd be a bunch of simple decorationis, a few magazines and a TV, but this? There's kinds of war memorabilia everywhere, and LOTS of flags!
The therapist chuckled as she opened up the bottle, prepping to use it on Fiona's back.
THERAPIST: Ahh yeah...it's from the owner.
FIONA: Who's he?
THERAPIST: He's a mystery unto itself...he rarely comes here, but he runs this joint from an office in a small hangar next door.
In a moment of curiosity, Fiona perked up her right brow as the ex-soldier placed some bio-freeze onto her back, causing her to jump somewhat, due to the fact that the oil felt cold.
FIONA: Can I meet him?
McFly was shushed, however, when the massager started to apply the prescribed ointment. She began to feel a sense of coolness as it raced all over her back, neck, and shoulders, easing whatever tensions she might have had.
THERAPIST: Just relax, OK? I'm gonna rub this bio-freeze on you, then later in the day you get to go out back to do a l'il horseback ridin'.
FIONA: Horseback riding?!
THERAPIST: Part of your regimen--helps you stay calm while havin' a l'il fun. Now...close your eyes. Clear your mind of questions.
Fiona tried to do as she was told and closed her eyes, but the moment of respite was short-lived when she turned her head slightly, peering her gaze upon a model of a vintage World War II-era Corsair that had been inscribed upon with the initials "KG" in white paint. Her mind became even more curious, knowing full-well that the plane she saw flying overhead was, indeed, a Corsair that had been fully restored...
...but most important of all, she began to wonder what her own fiancee had gotten her into THIS time. After all, as Fiona thought, "Jack is always known for having this unnerving capacity of getting ME into trouble."
And that left her with more questions than answers.
Later, that same morning...
...we find Fiona McFly lying prone across a leather table, clad in nothing else save for a white cloth towel that covers her bottom area, as a female professional massage therapist, around 50 years of age with twenty-plus years experience in her craft--slowly manipulating her hands across her patient's back and shoulder. The Belfast native, to her credit, kept her eyes closed throughout the entire period, taking in the sounds of country music playing softly from the overhead speakers.
Her mind, however, wasn't quite as focused as it should have been. After all, her thoughts focused upon the upcoming wedding, not to mention the certainty of losing her mentor, Regina Kimble, within a few months.
In spite of all that was happening to her though, she kept her eyes perfectly still--but not for long.
When Fiona opened her eyes for a moment, she found herself in the room near the back of the Pleasantville relaxation establishment, gazing at all the red, white, and blue decor--from American flag-themed wallpaper to the small flags on the desk. Heck, there was even a replica painting of the famous raising of the flag at Iwo Jima...
...and to someone like Fiona, the whole theming seemed out of place for a massage parlor.
THERAPIST: How're ya feelin', ma'am?
FIONA MCFLY: I feel...honestly, I don't know how I feel. I can't stop thinking about my mentor, my fiancee...but there's something else too. Something that I can't perfectly describe in my head...
The veteran therapist, a former U.S. Army nurse, eked out a sly grin as she headed towards the cabinet.
THERAPIST: What's up?
Fiona sighed, shaking her head whilst watching the therapist pull out a small bottle of bio-freeze and set it on the desk, next ot her computer.
FIONA: It's just...ugh, can't put it into my head.
Gritting her teeth, McFly took a minute or so to fully compose herself before blurting out what she had been thinking all along.
FIONA: This whole Pleasantville...it has an American Patriot theme to it.
THERAPIST: Oh really...ya think it's out of place?
FIONA: It is...I just didn't expect to see such theming in a relaxation establishment. I figured it'd be a bunch of simple decorationis, a few magazines and a TV, but this? There's kinds of war memorabilia everywhere, and LOTS of flags!
The therapist chuckled as she opened up the bottle, prepping to use it on Fiona's back.
THERAPIST: Ahh yeah...it's from the owner.
FIONA: Who's he?
THERAPIST: He's a mystery unto itself...he rarely comes here, but he runs this joint from an office in a small hangar next door.
In a moment of curiosity, Fiona perked up her right brow as the ex-soldier placed some bio-freeze onto her back, causing her to jump somewhat, due to the fact that the oil felt cold.
FIONA: Can I meet him?
McFly was shushed, however, when the massager started to apply the prescribed ointment. She began to feel a sense of coolness as it raced all over her back, neck, and shoulders, easing whatever tensions she might have had.
THERAPIST: Just relax, OK? I'm gonna rub this bio-freeze on you, then later in the day you get to go out back to do a l'il horseback ridin'.
FIONA: Horseback riding?!
THERAPIST: Part of your regimen--helps you stay calm while havin' a l'il fun. Now...close your eyes. Clear your mind of questions.
Fiona tried to do as she was told and closed her eyes, but the moment of respite was short-lived when she turned her head slightly, peering her gaze upon a model of a vintage World War II-era Corsair that had been inscribed upon with the initials "KG" in white paint. Her mind became even more curious, knowing full-well that the plane she saw flying overhead was, indeed, a Corsair that had been fully restored...
...but most important of all, she began to wonder what her own fiancee had gotten her into THIS time. After all, as Fiona thought, "Jack is always known for having this unnerving capacity of getting ME into trouble."
And that left her with more questions than answers.
~TO BE CONTINUED~
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Dear Bob...
Before I go any further, there's a little something that needs to be cleared.
Last week, I told Kate Steele that I would never give up, that I would never waver...but she got what she wanted, her revenge. For that, I applaud her--truth be told, I'd have probably choked HER out myself given the chance, but alas..she got me, that's all I CAN say, right?
Moving onward...the Diamond in the Rough, which has been so heavily promoted lately, gets its preview before the fun truly begins. It makes me wonder about the new and fresh-faced challengers that surely would be a welcome addition to the party; it'd be an honour to meet them up cllose and personal...for I take on all comers, new and otherwise, anytime, anywhere, anyday.11
Now that's out of the way...let's drop the ranks for a moment, hrmmm?
I don't give a shit about what you think about me, whether it'd be on social media or in a ring, and I CERTAIN don't care whether you've been doing this since the late-90s or not. Fact of the matter is real simple...I don't like you--at all. I believe you to be very arrogant and closed-minded. You don't create an atmosphere of trust within your soul, or within this organisation, and you ALWAYS have to constantly troll my fucking Twitter page just 'cos you want to force me to see to your own point of view instead of allowing me to open up to the fanbase. You've got yourself so wound uptight over how *I* communicate within the Imperial realm...there's no joy in ANYTHING you do in this work of art...
...and that makes you a terrible Invictus champion and an even worse professional, at least in my eyes.
That being said...and forgive me if I'm being blunt, but you're stuck with me as a partner whether you like me or you don't. I trust that you won't muddy things up during out match; otherwise, the other men in IWF, taht want to take your title away from you, will be the LEAST of your worries. After all...my whip needs a little target practise...
...but I don't want to use it...really, I don't 'cos I want to be as fair and decent as I can be. When you look at me, don't think of me as a foe. I'm not your enemy, nor do I want to be.
The real enemies...are those standing across from us--especially Pandora Freeman.
You might come to think of her as quite the geeky lassie, a bit of a nerd who tries to mean well...but I *don't.* If you didn't hear exactly what's going on between the two of us...then perhaps I'll give you a bit of a Cliff Notes recap of sorts. You see...Pan's been obssessed with me since Danger Zone, since we had that five-minute short exhibition that turned into a draw. She comes out after my match with Kate last week, demanding respect from me like it's some sort of liberal government entitlemen that's handed out like some fucking participation trophy.
But you know, and I know it too...respect is earned, NOT demanded.
Come to think of it, I want to change my opinion on you. I really do...but you've GOT to work with me, help me grow. The other trolls on the feed say I'm a snowflake, that I flaunt my 14-or-so title opportunities like they were nothing, but...those people are wrong--DEAD WRONG! Winning last year's Iron Maiden, all those other things, have been nothing but blessings to me, making me realise that I've still got a ton of things I need to learn about firsthand before I can TRULY be successful at this stuff.
And I'll be happy to work with you--perhaps you'll learn something from me.
That's all that matters to me--nothing more, nothing less.
Cheers!
Dear Bob...
Before I go any further, there's a little something that needs to be cleared.
Last week, I told Kate Steele that I would never give up, that I would never waver...but she got what she wanted, her revenge. For that, I applaud her--truth be told, I'd have probably choked HER out myself given the chance, but alas..she got me, that's all I CAN say, right?
Moving onward...the Diamond in the Rough, which has been so heavily promoted lately, gets its preview before the fun truly begins. It makes me wonder about the new and fresh-faced challengers that surely would be a welcome addition to the party; it'd be an honour to meet them up cllose and personal...for I take on all comers, new and otherwise, anytime, anywhere, anyday.11
Now that's out of the way...let's drop the ranks for a moment, hrmmm?
I don't give a shit about what you think about me, whether it'd be on social media or in a ring, and I CERTAIN don't care whether you've been doing this since the late-90s or not. Fact of the matter is real simple...I don't like you--at all. I believe you to be very arrogant and closed-minded. You don't create an atmosphere of trust within your soul, or within this organisation, and you ALWAYS have to constantly troll my fucking Twitter page just 'cos you want to force me to see to your own point of view instead of allowing me to open up to the fanbase. You've got yourself so wound uptight over how *I* communicate within the Imperial realm...there's no joy in ANYTHING you do in this work of art...
...and that makes you a terrible Invictus champion and an even worse professional, at least in my eyes.
That being said...and forgive me if I'm being blunt, but you're stuck with me as a partner whether you like me or you don't. I trust that you won't muddy things up during out match; otherwise, the other men in IWF, taht want to take your title away from you, will be the LEAST of your worries. After all...my whip needs a little target practise...
...but I don't want to use it...really, I don't 'cos I want to be as fair and decent as I can be. When you look at me, don't think of me as a foe. I'm not your enemy, nor do I want to be.
The real enemies...are those standing across from us--especially Pandora Freeman.
You might come to think of her as quite the geeky lassie, a bit of a nerd who tries to mean well...but I *don't.* If you didn't hear exactly what's going on between the two of us...then perhaps I'll give you a bit of a Cliff Notes recap of sorts. You see...Pan's been obssessed with me since Danger Zone, since we had that five-minute short exhibition that turned into a draw. She comes out after my match with Kate last week, demanding respect from me like it's some sort of liberal government entitlemen that's handed out like some fucking participation trophy.
But you know, and I know it too...respect is earned, NOT demanded.
Come to think of it, I want to change my opinion on you. I really do...but you've GOT to work with me, help me grow. The other trolls on the feed say I'm a snowflake, that I flaunt my 14-or-so title opportunities like they were nothing, but...those people are wrong--DEAD WRONG! Winning last year's Iron Maiden, all those other things, have been nothing but blessings to me, making me realise that I've still got a ton of things I need to learn about firsthand before I can TRULY be successful at this stuff.
And I'll be happy to work with you--perhaps you'll learn something from me.
That's all that matters to me--nothing more, nothing less.
Cheers!
Well howdy there pardner.