Post by Deleted on May 3, 2017 20:21:44 GMT
One week ago.
It was just after another training session, aches and pains, sweat and blood, a shower, she’d gotten used to the walls of this place fairly quickly if anything Spike was the one having trouble getting used to another body, somebody else who made things roll onwards, another presence.
That’s when she saw the tweet.
“Oh Pan...whilst I do applaud you for winning Iron Maiden with a spot you did NOT earn by the way, you didn't have any REAL competition save for Shea. And if you think otherwise...then why not try you luck against a former Iron Maiden in yours truly.”
Her smile dropped, and Spike must have felt something, or maybe he’s seen the change in her as she just stood there, looking at the words and breathed, to him is as if all her Vibrancy had suddenly gotten focused onto the screen ahead of her, the sudden flip in intensity was as intoxicating as it was scary.
Spike had to muse a little on that before his own phone lit up with Pandora’s scant reply and she made her way towards the kick bag without a word, no bounce in her step, she even ignored the couple of replies, Spike read the words and looked at Pandora.
“Oh, shit.”
Spike found himself closing on her even as Pan just leant on the bag, eyes closed as she breathes and she just muttered, quiet, very, very quiet chest pushing as she breathes.
“I’ve got to put this to bed, haven’t I?”
He’s never really seen Pan this way before, he’d seen her fly off the handle , full of emotion, but this quiet stillness? That was new, in these moments the Blue haired woman seemed all of a sudden like she could do anything, like a storm was brewing and the wrong words or even the right ones could change everything.
“Yeah Kid, you do.”
She nodded a bit and picked up her phone to start collecting he r thoughts, rest and he knew in that moment she was going to go right back into another set to work off the nervous energy building up based entirely on the fact that Fiona had gotten to her a little, and that was when the wheels started turning and Spike wrote a tweet.
Here and now.
She sat with her back against his, head slightly bowed and knees to her face whilst she spoke with a small smile.
“You know this will just fuel rumors Spike..”
He chuckles and shrugs a looking over his shoulder as well, enjoying her closeness despite not being face to face.
“You said it yourself, screw what they say.”
Pan nodded and smiles just a touch.
“About time you started to see things my way.”
She winks playfully and she turns to hug about him and kiss his cheek before bouncing up,
“One more set, c’mon.”
Time to go to work
Background music: Zombie: The Cranberries
Pan stands in front of a blank, red brick wall, arms folded and hair tied up, even as her attire is more formal, hoodie covers her usual attire as her wind swept hair bristles in the wind and she smirks a bit.
“Fiona, Hi This week it’s a battle of the couples more or less, Me and Spike Kane against You and Jack, On Orange Fight Night which is a night all about Irish appreciation, and you and me Fi? We have business to finish.”
Pan shook her head with a sigh.
“You see, you are under the impression that I somehow did not deserve what I’ve gotten for myself, that because you were part of my path that the people I faced they somehow didn’t validate the nameof Iron Maiden, that somehow I’m not worthy and now you seek to paint me with a brush you yourself were tarred with over this last year, you seek to drag me down to your level, By beating me. “
She rubs her eyes and her jaw tightens a bit.
“Simply put Fiona, I won’t let that happen, for the last year The Name of the Iron Maiden has be drug through the mud, by you, the last year you’ve done exactly What with that accolade, people put their hopes in you, put their Pride in you and where are you? You’ve not gone forwards, you gone backwards and yet you sit there and say I didn’t Earn it?”
Another deep frown as she gets into the smirks.
“You know something Fiona, I coulda accepted your bitterness on that, I could have accepted that you were jealous, and that you wanted to run me down based on the fact I went over you to get to the Maiden in the first place, but then you went further, you went so far your foot bypassed you mouth and sat somewhere about your stomach.”
Pan shook her head and pointed to one side as she smirks just bit.
“You went and said the competition wasn’t worthy save for the only other Irish competitor in the match, in facet you went ahead and pretty much said The Iron Maiden was a wash out, you didn’t mean that but you implied it, and for that? For the insult you lay down on everyone? That I can’t stand for.”
Pan smirks a little more and gets closer to the camera.
“Did you hit a funny bone? Do I look like I’m laughin’? You showed the world how full of it you really are Fiona. How much like everyone else you deride you are and how right I’ve been about you all these months.”
Pan shakes her head almost sad.
“You sit on a damned pedestal of your own making, passing judgement , and nobody gave you the right, you ask for acceptance, you ask for respect and you do nothing To earn it, you put yourself above everyone else and you call me twisted, corrupted When you’re the most twisted and corrupted of the lot, because you don’t even realize what it is you’re doing.”
Pan sighs and looked down.
“I tried to show you, to help you, to get you to embrace everything about you that made you , you to be honest with yourself, but well its seems you’re happy with your delusions, it seems you’re happy to step into the ring with your husband against me and Spike give the ol’ Gaither/Mcfly try, and you sit there and you tell me…I’m not worthy?.”
Pan shakes her head arms spreading as she spoke.
“After this? You and me are done, this little quest? It’s over finished, no more. We’ll face each other but you’ll be a footnote, a chord in the great song of me I beat you one more time and the Title of Iron Maiden, isn’t yours and I don’t think it ever was.”
She huffs a breath.
“Your husband thinks this will be civilized. He believes he has the upper hand, no Fiona what he has done has opened up Pandora’s Box because I Promise you Fiona McFly. I will lay a beating on you for every woman that has –ever- walked into the Iron maiden I draw strength for m every single name ever to ever walk that match I claim every single once of their being, pain and work to make you the one thing you have never been.”
A long pause and she considers the right word, those blue eyes searching the sky for a moment before she smiles and picks it out.
“Humble."
She huffs a snort at that
"And when it’s all said and done you will both kneel. And wonder where it all went wrong."
Pan stands a little taller and smirks a bit more Before she pushes off the wall with a wry smirk.
“You had this coming .”
Fade out and Fin
It was just after another training session, aches and pains, sweat and blood, a shower, she’d gotten used to the walls of this place fairly quickly if anything Spike was the one having trouble getting used to another body, somebody else who made things roll onwards, another presence.
That’s when she saw the tweet.
“Oh Pan...whilst I do applaud you for winning Iron Maiden with a spot you did NOT earn by the way, you didn't have any REAL competition save for Shea. And if you think otherwise...then why not try you luck against a former Iron Maiden in yours truly.”
Her smile dropped, and Spike must have felt something, or maybe he’s seen the change in her as she just stood there, looking at the words and breathed, to him is as if all her Vibrancy had suddenly gotten focused onto the screen ahead of her, the sudden flip in intensity was as intoxicating as it was scary.
Spike had to muse a little on that before his own phone lit up with Pandora’s scant reply and she made her way towards the kick bag without a word, no bounce in her step, she even ignored the couple of replies, Spike read the words and looked at Pandora.
“Oh, shit.”
Spike found himself closing on her even as Pan just leant on the bag, eyes closed as she breathes and she just muttered, quiet, very, very quiet chest pushing as she breathes.
“I’ve got to put this to bed, haven’t I?”
He’s never really seen Pan this way before, he’d seen her fly off the handle , full of emotion, but this quiet stillness? That was new, in these moments the Blue haired woman seemed all of a sudden like she could do anything, like a storm was brewing and the wrong words or even the right ones could change everything.
“Yeah Kid, you do.”
She nodded a bit and picked up her phone to start collecting he r thoughts, rest and he knew in that moment she was going to go right back into another set to work off the nervous energy building up based entirely on the fact that Fiona had gotten to her a little, and that was when the wheels started turning and Spike wrote a tweet.
Here and now.
She sat with her back against his, head slightly bowed and knees to her face whilst she spoke with a small smile.
“You know this will just fuel rumors Spike..”
He chuckles and shrugs a looking over his shoulder as well, enjoying her closeness despite not being face to face.
“You said it yourself, screw what they say.”
Pan nodded and smiles just a touch.
“About time you started to see things my way.”
She winks playfully and she turns to hug about him and kiss his cheek before bouncing up,
“One more set, c’mon.”
Time to go to work
Background music: Zombie: The Cranberries
Pan stands in front of a blank, red brick wall, arms folded and hair tied up, even as her attire is more formal, hoodie covers her usual attire as her wind swept hair bristles in the wind and she smirks a bit.
“Fiona, Hi This week it’s a battle of the couples more or less, Me and Spike Kane against You and Jack, On Orange Fight Night which is a night all about Irish appreciation, and you and me Fi? We have business to finish.”
Pan shook her head with a sigh.
“You see, you are under the impression that I somehow did not deserve what I’ve gotten for myself, that because you were part of my path that the people I faced they somehow didn’t validate the nameof Iron Maiden, that somehow I’m not worthy and now you seek to paint me with a brush you yourself were tarred with over this last year, you seek to drag me down to your level, By beating me. “
She rubs her eyes and her jaw tightens a bit.
“Simply put Fiona, I won’t let that happen, for the last year The Name of the Iron Maiden has be drug through the mud, by you, the last year you’ve done exactly What with that accolade, people put their hopes in you, put their Pride in you and where are you? You’ve not gone forwards, you gone backwards and yet you sit there and say I didn’t Earn it?”
Another deep frown as she gets into the smirks.
“You know something Fiona, I coulda accepted your bitterness on that, I could have accepted that you were jealous, and that you wanted to run me down based on the fact I went over you to get to the Maiden in the first place, but then you went further, you went so far your foot bypassed you mouth and sat somewhere about your stomach.”
Pan shook her head and pointed to one side as she smirks just bit.
“You went and said the competition wasn’t worthy save for the only other Irish competitor in the match, in facet you went ahead and pretty much said The Iron Maiden was a wash out, you didn’t mean that but you implied it, and for that? For the insult you lay down on everyone? That I can’t stand for.”
Pan smirks a little more and gets closer to the camera.
“Did you hit a funny bone? Do I look like I’m laughin’? You showed the world how full of it you really are Fiona. How much like everyone else you deride you are and how right I’ve been about you all these months.”
Pan shakes her head almost sad.
“You sit on a damned pedestal of your own making, passing judgement , and nobody gave you the right, you ask for acceptance, you ask for respect and you do nothing To earn it, you put yourself above everyone else and you call me twisted, corrupted When you’re the most twisted and corrupted of the lot, because you don’t even realize what it is you’re doing.”
Pan sighs and looked down.
“I tried to show you, to help you, to get you to embrace everything about you that made you , you to be honest with yourself, but well its seems you’re happy with your delusions, it seems you’re happy to step into the ring with your husband against me and Spike give the ol’ Gaither/Mcfly try, and you sit there and you tell me…I’m not worthy?.”
Pan shakes her head arms spreading as she spoke.
“After this? You and me are done, this little quest? It’s over finished, no more. We’ll face each other but you’ll be a footnote, a chord in the great song of me I beat you one more time and the Title of Iron Maiden, isn’t yours and I don’t think it ever was.”
She huffs a breath.
“Your husband thinks this will be civilized. He believes he has the upper hand, no Fiona what he has done has opened up Pandora’s Box because I Promise you Fiona McFly. I will lay a beating on you for every woman that has –ever- walked into the Iron maiden I draw strength for m every single name ever to ever walk that match I claim every single once of their being, pain and work to make you the one thing you have never been.”
A long pause and she considers the right word, those blue eyes searching the sky for a moment before she smiles and picks it out.
“Humble."
She huffs a snort at that
"And when it’s all said and done you will both kneel. And wonder where it all went wrong."
Pan stands a little taller and smirks a bit more Before she pushes off the wall with a wry smirk.
“You had this coming .”
Fade out and Fin
Well howdy there pardner.