Post by Fiona McFly on May 1, 2017 4:29:53 GMT
11 March 2017 - 3:30 PM
Making the slow trek through Arlington, Texas...
...we find Fiona McFly sitting comfortably in the passenger seat of the old banana-hued Chevy Vega, which was being driven by its original owner, good Navy Captain Kirk Gaither--the father to her fiancee Jack. She sipped calmly on a bottle of green tea as the fortysomething year-old coupe continued on its journey towards the home she and Jack shared, passing by Six Flags Over Texas which was open for its annual Spring Break event.
For Fiona,, however, this was a very poignant day in her life.
She closed her eyes, reflecting upon the many adventures she had experienced with Jack prior to this afternoon. From the back-and-forth flights to Switzerland, Northern Ireland and beyond, to the occasional bus rides they took going from city to city in the United States, the Belfastian always admired Jack for his own steadfast determination even if she didn't fully agree with his methods--not to mention the undying support and unconditional love she had received from him in spite of various forms of chaos that had affected her these last few years, professionally and otherwise.
In a nutshell...Jack would always help Fiona whenever she needed it the most.
And now...it was HER turn to help him.
All Fiona ever wanted to do in her life, through her work as a wrestler and hobby as a writer, was bring families closer together. Yet what was supposed to be a day of relaxation for the Northern Irishwoman had turned into something that was much bigger than anything she had ever experienced. At first, she once thought that meeting the once-proud Naval captain as a mere accident, but in the end...it turned into something that went far beyond the scope of a "typical" day of her own lifetime.
She turned slightly, watching as Kirk marveled at the newer, more fuel-efficient vehicles around him.
Yet she saw a look of apprehension--one that she rightfully understood. After all, her mind began to wonder how Jack would react to seeing his father "in the flesh" after nearly 25 years. She sighed to herself, resigned to the fact that all she had to do was let things play out naturally, letting the annals of time run their course. Deep within her own soul, however, Fiona felt a sense of peace and comfort, realising that she was about to give Jack something that was much more meaningful than any tangible gift she had ever given him before--a chance to finally capture that ever-elusive sense of closure to one of the darkest chapters of his lifetime.
Fiona could not pass up this opportunity--for she loved Jack more than anything else in the world...
...even her own job.
The old Chevy eventually found its way onto Southeast Parkway, where it motored along until it reached the infamous intersection of Southeast and New York Avenue. Kirk stopped at the traffic light, which was taking longer than expected to turn green, sighed, and closed his eyes. Fiona saw his facial expression change to a look of sadness, and she couldn't find enough mental strength to ask if he was okay.
At that moment in time--Fiona began to understand the elder Gaither's pain.
For she had seen the photos of the infamous 1988 drunk driving crash that tore his idyllic, All-American world apart, and now she began to relive that agony with him.
Yet as the light turned green, the Vega inched forward. Fiona quietly observed as Kirk's depression began to subside, replaced with a look of determination to reunite with his son. It was at this point in time when McFly began to fully understand what her mentor, Regina Kimble, had always stressed to her whilst growing up as a teenager...
...that living life as a "true heroine" revolved around getting back up even after falling down.
And that made her smile, knowing that she had watched Kirk make strides towards repairing his own life.
With a smile on her face, she watched intently as the car made its way back onto Wheeler Drive before slowly turning onto Wolf Creek. She saw Miss Kimble's 1982 model Datsun pickup truck parked in the driveway to her and Jack's house. Pulling up to the curb and parking there, Fiona nodded her head warmly as Kirk methodically pulled himself out of the driver's seat. She watched as he stepped upon the house's freshly-mowed front lawn.
At that moment, Miss Kimble walked out the front door with a full bucket of soap and water in her left hand, prompting Fiona to step out of the passenger side. Fiona watched Kimble's jaw drop in complete shock upon seeing the man in the sailor's uniform; she couldn't hear the whisper-like conversation that was going on between Kirk and Regina, but McFly's grin grew even wider when they shared a long, warm, emotionally-charged embrace.
And then...Jack made his way towards the old jimmy, carrying a large sponge.
At this juncture...time seemed to stop all around the Northern Irishwoman.
Fiona watched Jack's eyes widen, his expression changing upon the stark realization that his father, through to have been long dead, was now standing right in front of him. Observing the moments that were taking place, Fiona's thoughts turned to what Jack was going to do. Would he reject the Navy officer or not? McFly found herself trembling for a second as she began to ponder what might take place...
...and then, she breathed a happy sigh of relief upon seeing the two men engaging in a fatherly hug. In the end, there were tears--not of sadness, but of pure unadulterated joy--shed on all sides, from father and son to Fiona and Kimble.
For on this day, on this bright, blue sunny afternoon, a once-broken family had been reunited.
And Fiona McFly wouldn't have wanted it to happen any other way.
Making the slow trek through Arlington, Texas...
...we find Fiona McFly sitting comfortably in the passenger seat of the old banana-hued Chevy Vega, which was being driven by its original owner, good Navy Captain Kirk Gaither--the father to her fiancee Jack. She sipped calmly on a bottle of green tea as the fortysomething year-old coupe continued on its journey towards the home she and Jack shared, passing by Six Flags Over Texas which was open for its annual Spring Break event.
For Fiona,, however, this was a very poignant day in her life.
She closed her eyes, reflecting upon the many adventures she had experienced with Jack prior to this afternoon. From the back-and-forth flights to Switzerland, Northern Ireland and beyond, to the occasional bus rides they took going from city to city in the United States, the Belfastian always admired Jack for his own steadfast determination even if she didn't fully agree with his methods--not to mention the undying support and unconditional love she had received from him in spite of various forms of chaos that had affected her these last few years, professionally and otherwise.
In a nutshell...Jack would always help Fiona whenever she needed it the most.
And now...it was HER turn to help him.
All Fiona ever wanted to do in her life, through her work as a wrestler and hobby as a writer, was bring families closer together. Yet what was supposed to be a day of relaxation for the Northern Irishwoman had turned into something that was much bigger than anything she had ever experienced. At first, she once thought that meeting the once-proud Naval captain as a mere accident, but in the end...it turned into something that went far beyond the scope of a "typical" day of her own lifetime.
She turned slightly, watching as Kirk marveled at the newer, more fuel-efficient vehicles around him.
Yet she saw a look of apprehension--one that she rightfully understood. After all, her mind began to wonder how Jack would react to seeing his father "in the flesh" after nearly 25 years. She sighed to herself, resigned to the fact that all she had to do was let things play out naturally, letting the annals of time run their course. Deep within her own soul, however, Fiona felt a sense of peace and comfort, realising that she was about to give Jack something that was much more meaningful than any tangible gift she had ever given him before--a chance to finally capture that ever-elusive sense of closure to one of the darkest chapters of his lifetime.
Fiona could not pass up this opportunity--for she loved Jack more than anything else in the world...
...even her own job.
The old Chevy eventually found its way onto Southeast Parkway, where it motored along until it reached the infamous intersection of Southeast and New York Avenue. Kirk stopped at the traffic light, which was taking longer than expected to turn green, sighed, and closed his eyes. Fiona saw his facial expression change to a look of sadness, and she couldn't find enough mental strength to ask if he was okay.
At that moment in time--Fiona began to understand the elder Gaither's pain.
For she had seen the photos of the infamous 1988 drunk driving crash that tore his idyllic, All-American world apart, and now she began to relive that agony with him.
Yet as the light turned green, the Vega inched forward. Fiona quietly observed as Kirk's depression began to subside, replaced with a look of determination to reunite with his son. It was at this point in time when McFly began to fully understand what her mentor, Regina Kimble, had always stressed to her whilst growing up as a teenager...
...that living life as a "true heroine" revolved around getting back up even after falling down.
And that made her smile, knowing that she had watched Kirk make strides towards repairing his own life.
With a smile on her face, she watched intently as the car made its way back onto Wheeler Drive before slowly turning onto Wolf Creek. She saw Miss Kimble's 1982 model Datsun pickup truck parked in the driveway to her and Jack's house. Pulling up to the curb and parking there, Fiona nodded her head warmly as Kirk methodically pulled himself out of the driver's seat. She watched as he stepped upon the house's freshly-mowed front lawn.
At that moment, Miss Kimble walked out the front door with a full bucket of soap and water in her left hand, prompting Fiona to step out of the passenger side. Fiona watched Kimble's jaw drop in complete shock upon seeing the man in the sailor's uniform; she couldn't hear the whisper-like conversation that was going on between Kirk and Regina, but McFly's grin grew even wider when they shared a long, warm, emotionally-charged embrace.
And then...Jack made his way towards the old jimmy, carrying a large sponge.
At this juncture...time seemed to stop all around the Northern Irishwoman.
Fiona watched Jack's eyes widen, his expression changing upon the stark realization that his father, through to have been long dead, was now standing right in front of him. Observing the moments that were taking place, Fiona's thoughts turned to what Jack was going to do. Would he reject the Navy officer or not? McFly found herself trembling for a second as she began to ponder what might take place...
...and then, she breathed a happy sigh of relief upon seeing the two men engaging in a fatherly hug. In the end, there were tears--not of sadness, but of pure unadulterated joy--shed on all sides, from father and son to Fiona and Kimble.
For on this day, on this bright, blue sunny afternoon, a once-broken family had been reunited.
And Fiona McFly wouldn't have wanted it to happen any other way.
~THE END OF "PLEASANTVILLE"
...BUT...
FIONA MCFLY WILL RETURN IN "'TIL DEATH DO US PART"~
...BUT...
FIONA MCFLY WILL RETURN IN "'TIL DEATH DO US PART"~
~~~~~~~~~~
Dear Maxine...
So Motor City Madness has come to pass, and once again I find myself staring at defeat.
Yet if there's one thing--one SINGULAR thing--that I can take from the events of last week, includng my own take on a certain Iron Maiden that I shall cover at a later time, it's this notion.
The Imperial world needs a heroine, somebody who can stand up for what is honourable and just. I want to be that heroine. I want to be Diamonds Champion...yet throughout my own quest to get to that level, I've had to endure a lot of downward trends along the way. From watching Paige Garcia obnoxiously mock the division, to Eternity's uneven-minded parlour tricks, to Laia Evers proclaiming she was my half-sister, and so on...the so-called "experts" have suggested that I'd rather take my pay grade and go home instead of making my journey worthwile.
Yet only if the "fake news" people ever know...
...a true heroine, a REAL, FIGHTING CHAMPION, gets up every time he or she has fallen down. And time and time again...I've gotten back up from the deck. I NEVER gave up, NEVER losing my heart and desire to compete in this business--even if nothing turned out the way I wanted it to. After all...if there was one thing that my mentor, Regina Kimble, tried to teach me as I spent hours upon hours doing the daily jogs and workouts, it's this one simple tenet:
It is NOT "if" you make it to a certain level in your journey that matters the most...
...it is *how* you take those steps that TRULY matter. You can either handle defeat by punching holes into a wall 'til your hands start bleeding...or you can sit down, close your eyes, and reflect upon the past before getting back out into the world and working even HARDER than you've ever worked before, doing it the right way without resorting to unsporting behaviour.
It doesn't take rocket science to fully understand that hard work pays off at any given moment.
But let's face facts, though....you're just a first-year, like an overeager female version of Draco Malfoy striving to impress people with your feats of incredulous strength, your admirable toughness, and your endless desire to stop at nothing in order to get the job done. You might THINK that you can just roll over me like your some sort of double-decker on a busy London street...
...but NOTHING will change the fact that you've yet to experience REAL competition.
And darling...you've ZERO clue as to who you're facing. For there are plenty of names out there, and each of them will do nothing else except EAT YOU ALIVE for breakfast, teatime, and supper if you let them. The Diamonds division isn't a mere playground--this is where the big girls come to play, and to be blunt with you...you're NOT ready for the big-moment action just yet. You need time to learn how to grow, to better yourself as a personality...
...and without growth, your career won't mean a thing. All that anger, all that aggression, all that mercernarial attitude inside your soul...it's a double-edged sword, waiting to strike back at you at a moment's notice, and quite frankly...you're setting a dangerous precedent on your journey towards the top. That precedent is the one minute, yet VERY important, detail that seperates the best in the Diamonds division...from the rest.
It is called "focus"--the ability to put your mind to something without giving it up, even if nothing seems to pan out.
And I've got more focus and experience in that ring than you'll ever realise--by then, you'll be too late to even react.
People might call me lots of vile and ungodly names, but I STILL haven't lost the desire to be the torchbearer this division needs. People might question me 'cos I have a temperament, but that is something that I have to live with--it is who I am, a part of my existence. I utilise it 'cos I care deeply about this wonderful gig, for it has blessed me with everything I could ever have wanted and then some. My passion for this industry knows no boundaries...
...'cos I BELIEVE in what I *can* do out there in that ring...
...win OR lose.
Cheers!
Dear Maxine...
So Motor City Madness has come to pass, and once again I find myself staring at defeat.
Yet if there's one thing--one SINGULAR thing--that I can take from the events of last week, includng my own take on a certain Iron Maiden that I shall cover at a later time, it's this notion.
The Imperial world needs a heroine, somebody who can stand up for what is honourable and just. I want to be that heroine. I want to be Diamonds Champion...yet throughout my own quest to get to that level, I've had to endure a lot of downward trends along the way. From watching Paige Garcia obnoxiously mock the division, to Eternity's uneven-minded parlour tricks, to Laia Evers proclaiming she was my half-sister, and so on...the so-called "experts" have suggested that I'd rather take my pay grade and go home instead of making my journey worthwile.
Yet only if the "fake news" people ever know...
...a true heroine, a REAL, FIGHTING CHAMPION, gets up every time he or she has fallen down. And time and time again...I've gotten back up from the deck. I NEVER gave up, NEVER losing my heart and desire to compete in this business--even if nothing turned out the way I wanted it to. After all...if there was one thing that my mentor, Regina Kimble, tried to teach me as I spent hours upon hours doing the daily jogs and workouts, it's this one simple tenet:
It is NOT "if" you make it to a certain level in your journey that matters the most...
...it is *how* you take those steps that TRULY matter. You can either handle defeat by punching holes into a wall 'til your hands start bleeding...or you can sit down, close your eyes, and reflect upon the past before getting back out into the world and working even HARDER than you've ever worked before, doing it the right way without resorting to unsporting behaviour.
It doesn't take rocket science to fully understand that hard work pays off at any given moment.
But let's face facts, though....you're just a first-year, like an overeager female version of Draco Malfoy striving to impress people with your feats of incredulous strength, your admirable toughness, and your endless desire to stop at nothing in order to get the job done. You might THINK that you can just roll over me like your some sort of double-decker on a busy London street...
...but NOTHING will change the fact that you've yet to experience REAL competition.
And darling...you've ZERO clue as to who you're facing. For there are plenty of names out there, and each of them will do nothing else except EAT YOU ALIVE for breakfast, teatime, and supper if you let them. The Diamonds division isn't a mere playground--this is where the big girls come to play, and to be blunt with you...you're NOT ready for the big-moment action just yet. You need time to learn how to grow, to better yourself as a personality...
...and without growth, your career won't mean a thing. All that anger, all that aggression, all that mercernarial attitude inside your soul...it's a double-edged sword, waiting to strike back at you at a moment's notice, and quite frankly...you're setting a dangerous precedent on your journey towards the top. That precedent is the one minute, yet VERY important, detail that seperates the best in the Diamonds division...from the rest.
It is called "focus"--the ability to put your mind to something without giving it up, even if nothing seems to pan out.
And I've got more focus and experience in that ring than you'll ever realise--by then, you'll be too late to even react.
People might call me lots of vile and ungodly names, but I STILL haven't lost the desire to be the torchbearer this division needs. People might question me 'cos I have a temperament, but that is something that I have to live with--it is who I am, a part of my existence. I utilise it 'cos I care deeply about this wonderful gig, for it has blessed me with everything I could ever have wanted and then some. My passion for this industry knows no boundaries...
...'cos I BELIEVE in what I *can* do out there in that ring...
...win OR lose.
Cheers!
Well howdy there pardner.