Post by Fiona McFly on May 8, 2017 3:02:57 GMT
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6 May 2017 ~ 10:00 AM ~ Six Flags Over Texas
Hello lovelies! Isn't it a WONDERFUL day to be out at the theme park!?!
{ We find Fiona standing in front of a camera outside Six Flags Over Texas in Arlington. In the background, we see the lake behind her as well as the Judge Roy Scream, a wooden roller-coaster, making test runs before the park opens to the public. It is a fantastic-looking day to be out anywhere in DFW, with temperatures in the mid-80s and mostly clear, sunny skies. }
You know something...I've been hearing a lot of rumours from the press lately, about a certain professional Diamond grappler not having what it takes to be the torchbearer, the fighting heroine that the gig truly needs. There's been a lot of speculation from the folks who write these so-called "opinion pieces" that all I've ever done was drag the division through the mud, merely taking my cut of well-earned money and flying off to some faraway land.
Perhaps they might be blabbering about the fact that I was beaten by a Diamond in the Rough competitor named Maxine Valentine...to which I'll go on the record, right now, and say that I have no one else to blame for that one but myself. After all, whoever said that the journey was going to be easy, huh? It's NOT--nor will it ever be easy. I know I've got that mountain to climb, a long one at that...but I believe it can be done.
And it will.
Now for those "fake media" people who've done nothing except create all those false narratives...?
{ Fiona turns her back towards the camera, pointing her finger at her rear end. }
They're talking from here!
{ She points to that particular spot again before turning back around, grinning from ear to ear. }
My apologies but I hope everyone understands what I'm trying to get at here, okay? So forget those rumours about me taking my pay grade and scurrying off home, forget those nasty conjectures that I don't have what it takes anymore, 'cos I plan on staying in the Diamonds division, coming back from defeat time and time again...'til I drop to the ground dead as a doornail, that's fur sure! Funny thing is, there's a part of me that's always WANTED to leave the sport of wrestling altogether and mosey on back to wherever it was I came from, that I wasn't sure about what truly mattered in a world that has been quite brutal and unforgiving at times...
...but I would be wrong. Dead wrong.
{ We see Jack Gaither, wearing a white T-shirt with the Wheel of Fortune logo on it, along with blue jean shorts and black sneakers, stepping in front of the camera with a half-loaf of white bread in his hand. }
When I was a younger girl first living in the state of Texas, I felt like a foreigner in a different land. At first I wasn't sure about this different new civilisation, being surrounded by all things barbecue and the Dallas Cowboys gridiron club. Yet I made strides to assimilate into the culture, attending secondary school with the man standing next to me. I found it difficult originally, trying to get to know him better, but by the end of my first year in the Arlington area, we had formed a friendship...one that has lasted for nearly 20 years, through the good times and the bad.
I wouldn't have made it through those years without him.
{ The couple wrap their arms around each other as a train on Judge Roy Scream is seen cresting the chain lift hill and heading down the first drop. }
When I tried my hand at the Imperial wrestling world...it felt like deja vu all over again. Here I was, surrounding myself with far superior athletes that would, quite frankly, have eaten me alive had I let them. It wasn't an easy journey at first, but there he was...Jack Gaither himself. The very same guy I met in high school all these years ago, was at the time a wrestler himself. Yet I listened to him, allowed him to work with me when nobody else wanted to. He's taught me that there was more to it than just, say, the martial science of the sport itself.
His entire life has had one thing after the other thrown at him, yet he never wavered--not for a moment. He kept on fighting 'til he could no longer stand. In the end...he might have retired from the business, but he's NEVER, EVER lost the heart for it. And that's what I learned from him...to never lose sight on living, even when life takes a turn for the worse.
Jack...is more than a trainer to me. He is my husband, my partner...
...and my friend, for he's given me the strength to become what I want to be in the Diamonds division--a true champion, a people's champion.
{ Needing a break for a moment, Fiona outstretches her arms before sitting down on the grass and throwing pieces of bread into the lake for the ducks to munch on. Jack nods his head proudly as he heads toward the camera and presses a button. }
-recording stops-
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Chapter 2
"DEATH ON TWO LEGS (DEDICATED TO...)"
"You suck my blood like a leech,
you break the law and you preach,
you screw my brain 'til it hurts.
You've taken all my money,
and you want more...?!"
6 May 2017 ~ 10:00 AM ~ Six Flags Over Texas
Hello lovelies! Isn't it a WONDERFUL day to be out at the theme park!?!
{ We find Fiona standing in front of a camera outside Six Flags Over Texas in Arlington. In the background, we see the lake behind her as well as the Judge Roy Scream, a wooden roller-coaster, making test runs before the park opens to the public. It is a fantastic-looking day to be out anywhere in DFW, with temperatures in the mid-80s and mostly clear, sunny skies. }
You know something...I've been hearing a lot of rumours from the press lately, about a certain professional Diamond grappler not having what it takes to be the torchbearer, the fighting heroine that the gig truly needs. There's been a lot of speculation from the folks who write these so-called "opinion pieces" that all I've ever done was drag the division through the mud, merely taking my cut of well-earned money and flying off to some faraway land.
Perhaps they might be blabbering about the fact that I was beaten by a Diamond in the Rough competitor named Maxine Valentine...to which I'll go on the record, right now, and say that I have no one else to blame for that one but myself. After all, whoever said that the journey was going to be easy, huh? It's NOT--nor will it ever be easy. I know I've got that mountain to climb, a long one at that...but I believe it can be done.
And it will.
Now for those "fake media" people who've done nothing except create all those false narratives...?
{ Fiona turns her back towards the camera, pointing her finger at her rear end. }
They're talking from here!
{ She points to that particular spot again before turning back around, grinning from ear to ear. }
My apologies but I hope everyone understands what I'm trying to get at here, okay? So forget those rumours about me taking my pay grade and scurrying off home, forget those nasty conjectures that I don't have what it takes anymore, 'cos I plan on staying in the Diamonds division, coming back from defeat time and time again...'til I drop to the ground dead as a doornail, that's fur sure! Funny thing is, there's a part of me that's always WANTED to leave the sport of wrestling altogether and mosey on back to wherever it was I came from, that I wasn't sure about what truly mattered in a world that has been quite brutal and unforgiving at times...
...but I would be wrong. Dead wrong.
{ We see Jack Gaither, wearing a white T-shirt with the Wheel of Fortune logo on it, along with blue jean shorts and black sneakers, stepping in front of the camera with a half-loaf of white bread in his hand. }
When I was a younger girl first living in the state of Texas, I felt like a foreigner in a different land. At first I wasn't sure about this different new civilisation, being surrounded by all things barbecue and the Dallas Cowboys gridiron club. Yet I made strides to assimilate into the culture, attending secondary school with the man standing next to me. I found it difficult originally, trying to get to know him better, but by the end of my first year in the Arlington area, we had formed a friendship...one that has lasted for nearly 20 years, through the good times and the bad.
I wouldn't have made it through those years without him.
{ The couple wrap their arms around each other as a train on Judge Roy Scream is seen cresting the chain lift hill and heading down the first drop. }
When I tried my hand at the Imperial wrestling world...it felt like deja vu all over again. Here I was, surrounding myself with far superior athletes that would, quite frankly, have eaten me alive had I let them. It wasn't an easy journey at first, but there he was...Jack Gaither himself. The very same guy I met in high school all these years ago, was at the time a wrestler himself. Yet I listened to him, allowed him to work with me when nobody else wanted to. He's taught me that there was more to it than just, say, the martial science of the sport itself.
His entire life has had one thing after the other thrown at him, yet he never wavered--not for a moment. He kept on fighting 'til he could no longer stand. In the end...he might have retired from the business, but he's NEVER, EVER lost the heart for it. And that's what I learned from him...to never lose sight on living, even when life takes a turn for the worse.
Jack...is more than a trainer to me. He is my husband, my partner...
...and my friend, for he's given me the strength to become what I want to be in the Diamonds division--a true champion, a people's champion.
{ Needing a break for a moment, Fiona outstretches her arms before sitting down on the grass and throwing pieces of bread into the lake for the ducks to munch on. Jack nods his head proudly as he heads toward the camera and presses a button. }
-recording stops-
~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 2
"DEATH ON TWO LEGS (DEDICATED TO...)"
"You suck my blood like a leech,
you break the law and you preach,
you screw my brain 'til it hurts.
You've taken all my money,
and you want more...?!"
23 March 2017 - 8:30 PM
At Regina Kimble's house on Wheeler Drive...
...we find Fiona McFly, Regina Kimble, and a host of female invitees having a good time at Fiona's bachelorette party. Whilst music from Queen's "A Night at the Opera" album blared from an old-style vinyl record player, the festivities were filled with poker games and a wide selection of pizzas of differing kinds and non-alcoholic drinks, including 2-litre bottles of Pepsi, Diet Dr. Pepper, and others. As a consequence of the 10:00 AM wedding time on Friday, Fiona felt it was prudent to observe the tradition of not seeing her future husband until the event actually began.
So there she was, clad in blue jeans and a blue Beckham Elementary School "Volunteer" T-shirt, enjoying the bash that her mentor and former go-karing spotter had thrown for her. As Queen was her all-time favourite band, with Freddie Mercury being her idol in life, this was her night to show off her singing abilities. Note for note, she work along with the music, singing classic compositions like "Sweet Lady," "You're My Best Friend," and "'39." Regina Kimble, looking just a tad thinner in her red dress yet never losing a beat despite the cancer prognosis, laughed heartily as she watched Fiona dance to the beat.
Yet as the song "Death on Two Legs" began to play, we heard a loud knock at the door.
Nodding her head, Kimble walked over to the record player and turned it down. The other partygoers--mostly teachers and volunteer tutors at Beckham--quieted their conversations down as Fiona answered the door. Upon seeing who it was in the doorway, Fiona gasped in horror...
FIONA MCFLY: Angie...!?!
Indeed, it was Angie Johnson, Fiona's former volleyball teammate, business partner, and...yes, her ex-lover. The African-American, though, looked nothing like she did during her volleyball days. She sported breast implants, a dreadlock hairstyle, and bloodshot, widened eyes.
Fiona saw her old roommate's scowl right away--the latter was none to happy about seeing her. But McFly tried to talk to Johnson anyway, utilising a calm demeanour in her voice.
FIONA: Haven't seen you in two years; yet you look...upset. What's wrong?
Angie's teeth, yellow and stained from smoking, gritted with an anger that even Fiona herself did not see coming...
...that was, until it was too late.
With one sucker-punch, Fiona found herself flying over Regina's living room coffee table, hitting her head on the laminated living room floor. She was soon bombarded with punches as Angie did all she could to dig her long fingernails into her former flame's face, scratching and clawing Fiona below the eyes. The assembled guests, around ten to be precise, slowly pile onto the fracas below, yanking Angie by the hair until she and Fiona were separated.
Angie started kicking wildly, breaking the glass table as Regina turned into "principal mode"--authoritative, with her face beet-red.
MISS KIMBLE: Stop it! STOP!!!
Angie stopped swinging her feet upon the realization that she was outnumbered. The vibes in the living room soon began to change--for there was no music, no happiness, and no joy over an upcoming wedding.
There was only silence--dead, pure silence--as Kimble's voice quivered in a rage that she did not express often, if not at all.
MISS KIMBLE: What is the matter with you, you bloody nut?! What was the MEANING of all this!?!
ANGIE JOHNSON: This...b-b-bitch...she took EVERYTHING from me. The pub, my innocence...it's all gone now, thanks to her!
Angie, flanked by two teachers, sat down on the couch pointed directly at Fiona, who was on her knees and breathing heavily; the Northern Irishwoman stood up and turned around to face her attacker, yet Kimble stepped in before any more damage could be done to her house.
MISS KIMBLE: What's she talking about, Fiona?
Fiona closed her eyes for a moment before solemnly plunking herself down into the white recliner. Her lips moved slightly, tears streaming down as she began to recall her own past experiences with Angie...
...the darkest chapter of her own adult life.
FIONA: Angie...was my teammate on the University volleyball club. We were...close. Really, really close. Eventually, we started a pub in her hometown of Green Bay, prior to Jack and I getting back together.
ANGIE: Yeah...a bar we would STILL be runnin' had you not ran away with him.
FIONA: Angie...you know what you did. You KNOW it!
McFly's cold, icy vocal expression prompted Kimble to stand next to her, preventing another fight.
MISS KIMBLE: Wait a minute...what happened that tore you apart?
Fiona's voice shook as she recalled the moments in which Angie had left her with nowhere to go and nobody else to turn to...except for the one man she could always count on for inspiration--Jack Gaither.
FIONA: We were supposed to split the profits 50-50, minus all taxes of course. She took my half and used it to bring drug dealers into the place--THAT'S why there were so many hooligans coming in.
Fiona's eyes gazed upon Angie's in a cold, remorseless stare as the Northern Irishwoman let her have it.
FIONA: You wanted to take advantage of me 'cos I was Northern Irish, 'cos I was the foreigner living in a strange land. You wanted me to be the next volleyball slut in a long line of others you've slept with...and you NEVER taught me what it's like to be a real winner in life, about the desire to keep on going whenver life lets you down or throws something you can't anticipate. I'd fucking KILL you where you stand right now...but I won't. I'm BETTER than that!
Johnson sat motionless in the chair as McFly continued, her voice growing increasingly terse with every second.
FIONA: Angie...you were my friend and I trusted you with every fiber of my being, but you betrayed me by trying to bring drugs into my life. I am no longer the outcast you thought it'd be a good idea to bed with. Since that time...I have found myself, and my place in society. I have a steady job, filled with blessings and wonder that I could never have gotten from working in that pub. I'm going to be marrying a man that I've known off and on for nearly 20 years tomorrow morning, and without him...I wouldn't be sitting here and celebrating the biggest accomplishment I will EVER have.
Fiona stood up, solemnly nodding her head before finishing her spiel.
FIONA: Your soul is fighting a faceless, nameless enemy that you YOURSELF created, all these many years ago...and I've got nothing but pity for you. Now...get out.
There we no more words. There didn't been to be anymore.
Angie Johnson stood silently, knowing full well that she had been defeated. Fiona watched as Regina opened the front door, allowing the jealous former teammate to make her exit without fear of reprisal or punishment. McFly sighed to herself, gazing down upon the shards that once was a coffee table, shaking her head as she peered upon a reflection of her sporting a bloody lip.
"Jack's not gonna like this..."
~THE STORY CONTINUES IN 'PROCESSION'~
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-recording resumes-
{ With the camera now positioned closer to the lake, we see Fiona pulling off crumbs of bread, throwing him into the water. A flock of ducks head down to the drink, collecting their snacks with pure delight. }
When you look at it and put things into a proper perspective, there's been quite the turnover in the Diamonds division these past few months, even years. I mean...look at Amber and Kayla Richards, Ana Valentine, or many others that have come and gone, replaced by a lot of newer faces like the aforementioned Maxine. On the other side of the coin, you've still got the Garcias, Eternity, Shea O'Hara...
...then there's me...
...and there's you Pandora.
Have you ever heard of the song "Death on Two Legs?" It's from my all-time favourite rock-and-roll band, written by the greatest musical genius that had ever walked the planet? Certainly, as someone with a penchant for being a bit nerdy on all things popular culture, you'd have heard the tune at least ONCE in your lifetime...right, hrmm? It's an angry little number, directed at a manager who bilked the band out of a ton of money whilst looking for more...
...yet it's also a metaphor to describe YOU in a nutshell.
Think about it...long and hard.
You've tried riding on my coattails for MONTHS on end, for this whole little number started with you crying to the masses, demanding that I respect you. You've broken the rules of decency and honour by cheating me out of my rightful spot in the Iron Maiden not once, but TWICE...oh, and not to mention that moment in time when you decided to shove your tongue down my throat; yet you still talk to me as if you were sweet and innocent, like you could do nothing wrong. You've crewed with my mind, knowing that you're going to co-headline Night of the Immortals whilst I probably watch from my house somewhere.
You've taken EVERYTHING from me, and you want to become Diamonds Champion?
{ Fiona takes the now empty package and crumples it up. }
It won't happen, Pan...not with Spike as your trainer AND tag partner. As amatter of fact, I find it rather ironic that you're working with him 'cos, after all, he's had quite the nasty reputation over the years for manhandling women just like you. Think about it...he's hit your boss, Kathleen Conway, and he's also struck me too along with a handful of others. Yet here he is, leading you to an Iron Maiden that you might have won...but at WHAT COST!?!
Your heart. Your soul. Your sense of innocence. It's all gone now, replaced by this false sense of invulnerability. You're so overconfident in yourself, you don't even realise it. Yet here you are, thinking that I'm going to go crazy and tried to kill you or something, just 'cos you PRESUME that my nationality had something to do with the overall turnover in the Diamonds division.
Newsflash--you're wrong.
But I won't try to main you like your trainer does to his fellow combatants...for I'm BETTER than that!
I've earned EVERYTHING when it comes to this business--every victory, every title shot, heck even every defeat, and with Jack...none of it would've even been possible for me. When I win, I do so in the right way--the honourable way, without resorting to cheating or whatnot. When I lose...I make no excuses, for the responsibility lies upon ME to keep on doing what I love. Yet through it all--no matter what, win or not--I will keep coming back at you, 'til I can't fight anymore. I will continue to haunt you 'til the day you finally understand the meaning of what it takes to be a REAL fighting champion, a heroine with no fear whatsoever.
The mountain might be long, but I will climb it.
Without wavering, without stopping, withour surrendering.
That's how you earn respect--that's what respect is truly all about.
Cheers!
-recording resumes-
{ With the camera now positioned closer to the lake, we see Fiona pulling off crumbs of bread, throwing him into the water. A flock of ducks head down to the drink, collecting their snacks with pure delight. }
When you look at it and put things into a proper perspective, there's been quite the turnover in the Diamonds division these past few months, even years. I mean...look at Amber and Kayla Richards, Ana Valentine, or many others that have come and gone, replaced by a lot of newer faces like the aforementioned Maxine. On the other side of the coin, you've still got the Garcias, Eternity, Shea O'Hara...
...then there's me...
...and there's you Pandora.
Have you ever heard of the song "Death on Two Legs?" It's from my all-time favourite rock-and-roll band, written by the greatest musical genius that had ever walked the planet? Certainly, as someone with a penchant for being a bit nerdy on all things popular culture, you'd have heard the tune at least ONCE in your lifetime...right, hrmm? It's an angry little number, directed at a manager who bilked the band out of a ton of money whilst looking for more...
...yet it's also a metaphor to describe YOU in a nutshell.
Think about it...long and hard.
You've tried riding on my coattails for MONTHS on end, for this whole little number started with you crying to the masses, demanding that I respect you. You've broken the rules of decency and honour by cheating me out of my rightful spot in the Iron Maiden not once, but TWICE...oh, and not to mention that moment in time when you decided to shove your tongue down my throat; yet you still talk to me as if you were sweet and innocent, like you could do nothing wrong. You've crewed with my mind, knowing that you're going to co-headline Night of the Immortals whilst I probably watch from my house somewhere.
You've taken EVERYTHING from me, and you want to become Diamonds Champion?
{ Fiona takes the now empty package and crumples it up. }
It won't happen, Pan...not with Spike as your trainer AND tag partner. As amatter of fact, I find it rather ironic that you're working with him 'cos, after all, he's had quite the nasty reputation over the years for manhandling women just like you. Think about it...he's hit your boss, Kathleen Conway, and he's also struck me too along with a handful of others. Yet here he is, leading you to an Iron Maiden that you might have won...but at WHAT COST!?!
Your heart. Your soul. Your sense of innocence. It's all gone now, replaced by this false sense of invulnerability. You're so overconfident in yourself, you don't even realise it. Yet here you are, thinking that I'm going to go crazy and tried to kill you or something, just 'cos you PRESUME that my nationality had something to do with the overall turnover in the Diamonds division.
Newsflash--you're wrong.
But I won't try to main you like your trainer does to his fellow combatants...for I'm BETTER than that!
I've earned EVERYTHING when it comes to this business--every victory, every title shot, heck even every defeat, and with Jack...none of it would've even been possible for me. When I win, I do so in the right way--the honourable way, without resorting to cheating or whatnot. When I lose...I make no excuses, for the responsibility lies upon ME to keep on doing what I love. Yet through it all--no matter what, win or not--I will keep coming back at you, 'til I can't fight anymore. I will continue to haunt you 'til the day you finally understand the meaning of what it takes to be a REAL fighting champion, a heroine with no fear whatsoever.
The mountain might be long, but I will climb it.
Without wavering, without stopping, withour surrendering.
That's how you earn respect--that's what respect is truly all about.
Cheers!
Well howdy there pardner.