Post by A Confirmed Real Person on Dec 15, 2012 0:00:47 GMT -6
"So! You've got to tell me everything," her roommate said, adjusting her hair into curls as they kicked back for her last night of freedom before the world of pro wrestling called Fiona Rourke back into active duty. Fiona just chuckled softly as she fell back onto the sofa in the living room, the TV and Blu-ray player booted up to the Netflix main screen for their ritual viewing of Doctor Who.
“What do you mean tell you everything?” Fiona asked her roomie, Spencer, the very much eccentric friend she had made in college. The woman loved to be unique and dyed her hair bright shades of pink, red, and blonde whenever she had the chance. She worked as a fortune teller and tarot reader in town, using her “psychic” abilities even on Fiona often times before a big match to see if she’d win or not. At the moment, the eccentric girl was sitting on the other side of the couch, grinning at Fiona like the Cheshire Cat.
“Japan. And you know, the reunion with Studmuffin!”
“Okay one? Don’t ever call him Studmuffin again, especially if he’s around here. And two, Japan was awesome as usual. I won all my matches. Just like I knew I would,” Fiona grinned, blowing on her nails before pretending to buff them on her shirt.
"Well, if the shoe fits him, and it does..." she said with a giggle, reaching for her hookah before getting it ready for use. "I mean, he's well educated, athletic, and you know he's good with kids...you reeled one in, Fi Fi Fo Fum."
Fiona blushed slightly at her friend's words, biting at her lip as a smile couldn't help but be formed on her face. "Yeah, he is pretty awesome, isn't he?" With a look to Spencer, she grinned wider and laughed before she sighed. "But, it's gonna be different this time around."
"Why? You going to wear the pants and make him wear the skirts?" she asked with a laugh, leaning back and kicking her legs out a few times. "I bet he'd look good in a kilt. Think he's got the legs for it?" she laughed.
“What? No!” Fiona laughed, shaking her head at her friend before she sighed and stretched her legs out in front of her, arms hugging a throw pillow. “More like he’s the boss now and not in the ring, so we can’t really be a couple at work. Plus, it’d be weird to have the others on the roster look at me think he’s playing favorites, you know?”
"See, if I were you, I'd remind him that you're still his favorite in other ways," she said, giggling and wiggling her eyebrows before looking at the door. "It's about to get knocked on. You're going to get a visitor that's going to turn you on your head. I'm psychic, I know these things, that'll be seven minutes in the closet with your man."
Fiona was about to open her mouth and roll her eyes at her friend, not believing that anybody would even be at the door but sure enough, a loud knock stopped her and her eyes widened. "Damn, you're good." Laughing, Fiona stood up off the couch, slapping Spencer playfully on the arm, before she walked over to the door and opened it.
"FIONAAAA! THERE'S MY FAVORITE COUSIN!" The loud shrill voice of the other female was enough to bust her eardrums and Fiona gasped as a pair of arms threw themselves around her neck.
"Ummm..." She patted the woman's back just before they pulled apart to smile.
"It's me, your cousin Maggie!" And with that, Fiona's world had definitely been turned on her head. The great Spencerini strikes again.
Camera cuts to Fiona adjusting the lens before she sits back on her bed, indian style, wearing a Japanese hoodie from her travels on her body.
"You know, I think Omar Wise likes to repeat himself. Over and over, all he wants to do is talk about hurting people. He likes talking about breaking and snapping people. And if he's not doing it, he's got Donovan Torment doing it for him. It's cool, I get it. It's your thing. Big scary dude marching through EXODUS. There isn't a thing about you that screams you're gonna eat these people either. It's about establishing fear. It's about making a point in your arrival. See, that's the thing, Omar. We're all here to make a point. This is the first night for each and every one of us. We've all got a point to make, a person we want the world to see."
"And that's why I've got to do this."
"You've tried to paint me as just a girl. An unfortunate victim of circumstance, but I'm so much more, dude. To victimize me, you're gonna have to catch me...and I don't think you have the speed to catch me."
"Listen, Omar. I talked a lot about it in my last promo, but I know the deal here. I can't let you do this to me, because while you think you need this to establish a reign of terror, I need to do this. This is the first time any promotion has trusted me to run with the ball, and I'll be damned if you stop me. Considering how low you think of me, I'm looking forward to proving you wrong. When I'm coming at you from every angle in the book and hitting you harder than a speeding Mjolnir, you're going to recognize that there's nothing you can do except learn to respect me. But I want to ask you something, Omar, and this is a serious question."
"How are you going to take losing to someone who is smaller and better than you?"
"I don't think you're a guy who likes to lose, but losing is a very real possibility. You might not think it is, but what's going to happen when Donovan Torment shows you the replays and it's my hand being raised at the end? How are you going to respond? Are you going to take your ball and go back home because you didn't get your way? You're awfully impatient, and you seem to think you have this in the bag because you and Torment struck first. That's the problem, Omar. You're too confident, and that's going to be why you lose. Ultimately, it's the pride that comes before the fall, and when you're dismissing me already, that's your lead problem. You seem to subscribe to the notion that a slap by you is going to take me out of this fight. You seem to think that not wanting to mix it up with me makes you look like a real man."
"It makes you look like someone who's afraid. You're afraid of being unable to catch me. Afraid of what I can do to make you look foolish when you're swatting around to shoo me away and I won't. You shouldn't be afraid of what could be."
"You should be afraid of being in the ring with a girl who can hold her own and just might beat you."
"Omar, look at me. Do I look like someone ready to fall apart and be afraid? Do I look like I'm scared of you? You're an obstacle, yes. You're a fighter, yes. But at your core, you're still human. You make mistakes like the best of us. And I will capitalize on the first mistake you make."
"I want you to understand this isn't about female empowerment. This is about me. This is about proving to the world that I belong, and nothing will do that quite like winning in that main event. Take your best shot, because it won't be as good as what I can do."
"And Magnus? Man, you and I have done this before. It's different though, we're different people. When we crossed paths, you were the cocky Rock Messiah and I was a scared little girl. It's only been a couple months, but you and I have changed...and I can't say you've changed for the better."
"See, I've waited to get my win back against you. I know you and I have been through quite a bit, and I'm ready to show you that I've improved and made myself better. What about you, Magnus? What have you improved on? Nothing as far as I can tell. You're looking for something to stimulate you, make you happy. You're looking for the end of the rainbow."
"You're not finding it here. Keep looking, because until you're ready, I'm the one blocking the way."
"Gentlemen, it's been a pleasure, but I'm ready to win. I need this, and I intend on showing the world that not only do I need this but I can have it. I don't need weapons and luck, all I need is hope and heart."
"And if that's all I need, I'm armed to the teeth. Deuces, bitches."
Fade.
“What do you mean tell you everything?” Fiona asked her roomie, Spencer, the very much eccentric friend she had made in college. The woman loved to be unique and dyed her hair bright shades of pink, red, and blonde whenever she had the chance. She worked as a fortune teller and tarot reader in town, using her “psychic” abilities even on Fiona often times before a big match to see if she’d win or not. At the moment, the eccentric girl was sitting on the other side of the couch, grinning at Fiona like the Cheshire Cat.
“Japan. And you know, the reunion with Studmuffin!”
“Okay one? Don’t ever call him Studmuffin again, especially if he’s around here. And two, Japan was awesome as usual. I won all my matches. Just like I knew I would,” Fiona grinned, blowing on her nails before pretending to buff them on her shirt.
"Well, if the shoe fits him, and it does..." she said with a giggle, reaching for her hookah before getting it ready for use. "I mean, he's well educated, athletic, and you know he's good with kids...you reeled one in, Fi Fi Fo Fum."
Fiona blushed slightly at her friend's words, biting at her lip as a smile couldn't help but be formed on her face. "Yeah, he is pretty awesome, isn't he?" With a look to Spencer, she grinned wider and laughed before she sighed. "But, it's gonna be different this time around."
"Why? You going to wear the pants and make him wear the skirts?" she asked with a laugh, leaning back and kicking her legs out a few times. "I bet he'd look good in a kilt. Think he's got the legs for it?" she laughed.
“What? No!” Fiona laughed, shaking her head at her friend before she sighed and stretched her legs out in front of her, arms hugging a throw pillow. “More like he’s the boss now and not in the ring, so we can’t really be a couple at work. Plus, it’d be weird to have the others on the roster look at me think he’s playing favorites, you know?”
"See, if I were you, I'd remind him that you're still his favorite in other ways," she said, giggling and wiggling her eyebrows before looking at the door. "It's about to get knocked on. You're going to get a visitor that's going to turn you on your head. I'm psychic, I know these things, that'll be seven minutes in the closet with your man."
Fiona was about to open her mouth and roll her eyes at her friend, not believing that anybody would even be at the door but sure enough, a loud knock stopped her and her eyes widened. "Damn, you're good." Laughing, Fiona stood up off the couch, slapping Spencer playfully on the arm, before she walked over to the door and opened it.
"FIONAAAA! THERE'S MY FAVORITE COUSIN!" The loud shrill voice of the other female was enough to bust her eardrums and Fiona gasped as a pair of arms threw themselves around her neck.
"Ummm..." She patted the woman's back just before they pulled apart to smile.
"It's me, your cousin Maggie!" And with that, Fiona's world had definitely been turned on her head. The great Spencerini strikes again.
Camera cuts to Fiona adjusting the lens before she sits back on her bed, indian style, wearing a Japanese hoodie from her travels on her body.
"You know, I think Omar Wise likes to repeat himself. Over and over, all he wants to do is talk about hurting people. He likes talking about breaking and snapping people. And if he's not doing it, he's got Donovan Torment doing it for him. It's cool, I get it. It's your thing. Big scary dude marching through EXODUS. There isn't a thing about you that screams you're gonna eat these people either. It's about establishing fear. It's about making a point in your arrival. See, that's the thing, Omar. We're all here to make a point. This is the first night for each and every one of us. We've all got a point to make, a person we want the world to see."
"And that's why I've got to do this."
"You've tried to paint me as just a girl. An unfortunate victim of circumstance, but I'm so much more, dude. To victimize me, you're gonna have to catch me...and I don't think you have the speed to catch me."
"Listen, Omar. I talked a lot about it in my last promo, but I know the deal here. I can't let you do this to me, because while you think you need this to establish a reign of terror, I need to do this. This is the first time any promotion has trusted me to run with the ball, and I'll be damned if you stop me. Considering how low you think of me, I'm looking forward to proving you wrong. When I'm coming at you from every angle in the book and hitting you harder than a speeding Mjolnir, you're going to recognize that there's nothing you can do except learn to respect me. But I want to ask you something, Omar, and this is a serious question."
"How are you going to take losing to someone who is smaller and better than you?"
"I don't think you're a guy who likes to lose, but losing is a very real possibility. You might not think it is, but what's going to happen when Donovan Torment shows you the replays and it's my hand being raised at the end? How are you going to respond? Are you going to take your ball and go back home because you didn't get your way? You're awfully impatient, and you seem to think you have this in the bag because you and Torment struck first. That's the problem, Omar. You're too confident, and that's going to be why you lose. Ultimately, it's the pride that comes before the fall, and when you're dismissing me already, that's your lead problem. You seem to subscribe to the notion that a slap by you is going to take me out of this fight. You seem to think that not wanting to mix it up with me makes you look like a real man."
"It makes you look like someone who's afraid. You're afraid of being unable to catch me. Afraid of what I can do to make you look foolish when you're swatting around to shoo me away and I won't. You shouldn't be afraid of what could be."
"You should be afraid of being in the ring with a girl who can hold her own and just might beat you."
"Omar, look at me. Do I look like someone ready to fall apart and be afraid? Do I look like I'm scared of you? You're an obstacle, yes. You're a fighter, yes. But at your core, you're still human. You make mistakes like the best of us. And I will capitalize on the first mistake you make."
"I want you to understand this isn't about female empowerment. This is about me. This is about proving to the world that I belong, and nothing will do that quite like winning in that main event. Take your best shot, because it won't be as good as what I can do."
"And Magnus? Man, you and I have done this before. It's different though, we're different people. When we crossed paths, you were the cocky Rock Messiah and I was a scared little girl. It's only been a couple months, but you and I have changed...and I can't say you've changed for the better."
"See, I've waited to get my win back against you. I know you and I have been through quite a bit, and I'm ready to show you that I've improved and made myself better. What about you, Magnus? What have you improved on? Nothing as far as I can tell. You're looking for something to stimulate you, make you happy. You're looking for the end of the rainbow."
"You're not finding it here. Keep looking, because until you're ready, I'm the one blocking the way."
"Gentlemen, it's been a pleasure, but I'm ready to win. I need this, and I intend on showing the world that not only do I need this but I can have it. I don't need weapons and luck, all I need is hope and heart."
"And if that's all I need, I'm armed to the teeth. Deuces, bitches."
Fade.
