Post by Fiona McFly on May 16, 2017 7:57:44 GMT
~THE FOLLOWING WAS RECORDED TEN MINUTES AFTER SACRIFICE WENT OFF THE AIR~
"Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland"
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland"
{ IWF cameras catch a lovely, angelic singing voice emanating from down the corridor, and when they move in to investigate, we find Fiona McFly lazing about in her suite, wearing a gray T-shirt that had the logo of the Kings Island "Beast" rollercoaster on it, along with blue jeans and white tennis shoes. With a single earbud in her left ear, she is heard singing along to The Who's "Baba O'Reilly," which was playing on her iPhone's playlist. }
"Sally, take my hand
We'll travel south cross land
Put out the fire
And don't look past my shoulder..."
We'll travel south cross land
Put out the fire
And don't look past my shoulder..."
{ She might have been a Queen mega-nerd, as evidenced by the recent "Open Book" she did, but she's a huge music lover altogether. She loved singing, often having aspirations of becoming a songwriter herself when not in a ring, but her moment of relaxation was short-lived when she heard a voice coming from her partially-open doorway. }
"Well, well...lookie what we have here."
{ Fiona turned her head around, expecting to see Jack Gaither--after all, that was the line she and her husband had heard plenty of times from their old high school principal. Instead, she found herself looking at the guy formerly known as "Johnny Gillmen," but now going under his actual name, James Gilmore. He sports a godawful red, white, and blue business suit with black bowtie. }
Fiona McFly: Get outta here, you nosy little...!
James Gilmore: Ya shouldn't have left the door cracked open...
{ Fiona shook her head, gritting her teeth in the process. }
Fiona McFly: What has HAPPENED to you!?! You used to be this great guy, very well-meaning...yet now you've changed. You've become some corrupted soul whose feelings of pain and rejection have gotten the best of you...and that's a path I will NEVER follow!
James Gilmore: Same thing that's happened to America, to Imperial dudette...people like YOU takin' over, tellin' us hard-workin' folk what we can and can't do or say, or worse...takin' OUR glory away while preachin' about bein' a heroine and all that.
{ Fiona placed her feet firmly on the coffee table, trying to deflect anything from the once-good Islander alum. }
Fiona McFly: I did NOTHING to you, whoever you are. That's the first thing, and second...you're a disgrace if youse think you can just waltz into MY suite whilst I'm deep in thought.
James Gilmore: Pffft...while singin' a tune from a FOREIGN rock band. Ya know, we Americans INVENTED rock 'n' roll.
Fiona McFly: GET OUT!!
{ Fiona's snappy, terse voice didn't faze Gilmore one bit--instead, it made him muster a sly smirk of contempt. }
James Gilmore: Or what?! Whaaaaa...you'll manhandle me?! Like I saw ya say on the Twits feed? You'll MANHANDLE me!?!
{ McFly pondered to herself "so that's what this is all about" as Gilmore chucked, nodding his head with glee. }
James Gilmore: That's right...that Northern Irish temperament gettin' to ya, huh? Ya wanna beat the snot outta me, huh? Yet ya can't even beat Pandora! You'll NEVER be Diamonds Champion, Shieldmaiden, ANYTHING--not in my Imperial, not in MY America--with that foul mouth ya got.
{ She stood up to face him, placing her iPhone down on the coffee table. }
Fiona McFly: Oh really?! If that's the case, then...why don't you PROVE it! In a ring, on the biggest stage of them all--"Night of the Immortals."
{ James smiled, yet let out a hearty belly-laugh as he tried to come up with an answer to her ridiculous challenge proposal. }
James Gilmore: PPPPPPFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!! Are ya KIDDIN' me?! This ain't Premiere Wrestlin' Alliance! This ain't even Billie Jean King versus Bobby Riggs! IWF don't allow one-on-one intergender matches...or did your Trump-bashin', puny l'il mind forget to compute that?! It's the law of the land--plain and simple--and besides...them Ringling Brothers Circus dudes and dudettes upstairs--a la the Board of Directors--already know that *I* wouldn't wanna risk my own image for the possibility of losin' to a girl...especially to an ugly-lookin' Irish one that's nothin' more than a Daisy Ridley ripoff.
{ Fiona took her other earbud off, slamming it on the table as well before jumping over the sofa in disgust. Without warning, she slapped Gilmore across the face, knocking him to the floor. James sat up, clutching his cheekbone yet somewhat surprised by McFly's dark aura. }
James Gilmore: Whoooooaaaaaa....whooooaaaaaa there cowgirl, that wasn't very ladylike!
{ Oh, that did it! Fiona, with her eyes lit up like flames, her menacing growl visible from her lips, and her face beet-red, slapped James a second and a third time as she backed him up against the well. She then placed her right hand firmly around his neck, trying to choke him. }
Fiona McFly: Can't handle a simple slap to the face from a "Daisy Ridley ripoff," from a REAL WOMAN?! I can do things to you that are worse than that, lovely...MUCH, MUCH worse! Face it, your feeble "wrestling" skills are better suited for theatrical showmanship than in a ring. I might not be as successful as some of the other Diamonds in my division, but I've busted my ARSE working here since day one! I've TRAINED for this business, giving it MY ALL whilst headlining MORE cards than you, living in every moment I can get whilst LEARNING TO GROW...and unlike you, I can actually go out into the real world and utilise what I've learnt. Do you UNDERSTAND ME!?! I can contort you in so many ways 'til I hear bones snapping, 'til every single one of your limbs is broken and battered beyond recognition, 'til you're as good as fucking DEAD! I will END YOU RIGHT NOW, RIGHT HERE! You keep laughing at me whilst running that political-driven garbage from your fucking mouth, and I WILL demonstrate those things to you in full, graphic, PAINFUL detail! Is THAT...what YOU WANT...HUH!?!
{ Gagging for air, Gilmore shakes his head "no" as Fiona tightens her grip. }
Fiona McFly: I'm. Not. Joking...I will break you--full stop! 'Cos the way I'm feeling right now, no mugger, murderer, or pedophile would DARE want to FUCK with me!
{ Fiona lets go of James, and the latter crumples to the tiled floor, gasping for air while trying to regain his senses. }
Fiona McFly: Now...I'm not gonna count to three--NO, I'm not even gonna count to one--you will get the FUCK out of here, or I will sing you a fucking lullaby that would make Freddie Mercury smile from God's Eternal Kingdom.
{ Sweat pouring down his brow, eyes widened in shock at her dark, dark persona, James slowly began to turn around and exit Fiona's suite. But just as he's about to leave...an African-American female officer with the Cincinnati Police Department--sporting a gleaming blue uniform complete with taser, gold-plated nametag which read "OFC. L. FRIEDMAN," and a body camera to boot. }
Officer Latoya Friedman: Please pardon me for a moment, but is Mr. James Gilmore around by any chance?
{ Afraid to tell the 15-year veteran of the force about the skirmish moments ago, James simply nodded his head. He knew this was coming from the incident last week in which he viciously attacked a drunken Irish fan after a match. }
James Gilmore: Yes, ma'am...I'm James Jefferson Gilmore.
Officer Friedman: Alright Mr. Gilmore...we have a warrant for your arrest that was filed jointly by Cuyahoga County and the City of Cleveland--the charges are assault and battery, which are first-degree misdemeanors. Please place your hands on the wall and spread your legs out so I can search you.
{ Gilmore does as he's told, placing his hands on the wall while the cop searched him. }
Officer Friedman: Got anything on you that will poke, stab, or shoot me?
James Gilmore: No ma'am.
Officer Friedman: Okay...put your hands behind your back for me please. At this time, you are now under arrest, and I will read your rights, sir.
{ Fiona, giggling inside her heart, watched with some semblance of satisfaction as the officer placed handcuffs on James Gilmore before leading him out of her suite, flanked by several more guys and gals in blue along with a handful of red-shirted Imperial Security folks. }
Officer Friedman: You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney present at all phases of your case, and if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you by the State of Ohio. Do you understand your rights at this time?
{ She peeked down the corridor, watching as the cops and Redshirts escorted James Gilmore out of the arena and into the back of a waiting paddywagon. Fiona walked back into her quarters and closed the door, deep in thought before belting out some random words, as if they were parts to an original song. }
"Moments can be treasured,
preserved in memory for us all to enjoy.
At times they make us laugh or smile,
at times they make us cry or angry.
We musn't forget them,
no matter where our travels take us;
from sea to shining sea, from city to city,
moments are memories that should be emraced.
Fly high..."
preserved in memory for us all to enjoy.
At times they make us laugh or smile,
at times they make us cry or angry.
We musn't forget them,
no matter where our travels take us;
from sea to shining sea, from city to city,
moments are memories that should be emraced.
Fly high..."