Post by Fiona McFly on Apr 1, 2016 20:55:33 GMT
Ugh..sometimes when you're not feeling up to par, the best response would be to simply stay at home. Honestly, I feel like doing just that.
It's a shame. Really, it is.
I was looking forward to opening up a brand-new wrestling organisation known as the Valentine Wrestling Syndicate—not to mention a sparkling new venue in Las Vegas that was built to attract a major ice hockey franchise if I read my news right. Then I landed at McCarran International Airport, where I started feeling the effects of a little bug of some sort. Perhaps I've forgotten that they serve more outlandish meals in Las Vegas than they do in the Dallas-Ft. Worth region--after all, the latter claims everything is bigger, right? Maybe is the difference between the subtropical climate I live in at our Texas home and the desert air found in Southern Nevada.
Or maybe it was the flight itself that caused this.
Whatever the reason, I actually don't have very much to say to introduce myself except...I'm Fiona, and it's a pleasure to be in a VWS event. I come from the rival IWF as some of you know me over there, where I made my debut against the husband-and-wife combination of Alex and Ana Jones. Despite my professional differences with Ana, I...deep down, I respect her and how she got the idea to open her own company. In hindsight, I owe her for giving me my start within the industry itself, which is why I've been given the honour of helping open VWS against the likes of Gina Neon and Trixie...
...after all, I'm doing this for charity.
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It's a shame. Really, it is.
I was looking forward to opening up a brand-new wrestling organisation known as the Valentine Wrestling Syndicate—not to mention a sparkling new venue in Las Vegas that was built to attract a major ice hockey franchise if I read my news right. Then I landed at McCarran International Airport, where I started feeling the effects of a little bug of some sort. Perhaps I've forgotten that they serve more outlandish meals in Las Vegas than they do in the Dallas-Ft. Worth region--after all, the latter claims everything is bigger, right? Maybe is the difference between the subtropical climate I live in at our Texas home and the desert air found in Southern Nevada.
Or maybe it was the flight itself that caused this.
Whatever the reason, I actually don't have very much to say to introduce myself except...I'm Fiona, and it's a pleasure to be in a VWS event. I come from the rival IWF as some of you know me over there, where I made my debut against the husband-and-wife combination of Alex and Ana Jones. Despite my professional differences with Ana, I...deep down, I respect her and how she got the idea to open her own company. In hindsight, I owe her for giving me my start within the industry itself, which is why I've been given the honour of helping open VWS against the likes of Gina Neon and Trixie...
...after all, I'm doing this for charity.
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March 31, 2016 - 8:00 AM
THE VENETIAN HOTEL AND CASINO (Room #547) -- LAS VEGAS, NV
We find ourselves inside Fiona's hotel room in the Venetian Hotel and casino in Las Vegas, where the Irishwoman Fiona McFly lies in bed waiting for room service to arrive. On this spectacular early spring morning in Southern Nevada, Fiona is not feeling very well, fighting a nasty bug she caught on a flight to Las Vegas from Dallas the previous night. She pulls out a small handkerchief and sneezes, breathing heavily as she places a cold, wet rag on her forehead. We hear a knock at the door, causing her eyebrows to perk up.
FIONA MCFLY: Come...
The room's door swings open, revealing the white-uniformed room service man, sporting a nametag that reads "MR. JOE PLINKO," who brings in a silver tray with a steaming hot bowl of oatmeal and a mug of hot Earl Grey--Fiona's favorite tea.
MR. PLINKO: Your cinnamon oatmeal and Earl Grey ma'am.
FIONA: Thank you.
Noticing the rag on her head, the 39-year-old waiter places the tray next to Fiona's bed.
MR. PLINKO: You're not lookin' too good, I can tell.
FIONA: I know...this damned bug is killing me!
MR. PLINKO: If I may make a suggestion--at the mini-cnvenience store in the lobby, get yourself some packets of B.C. Powder and mix 'em up with water. That'll help ya get over this stuff.
Fiona smiled, nodding her head as she took a sip from her teamug.
FIONA: I appreciate that, sir. Thank you very much.
MR. PLINKO: You're quite welcome, ma'am.
Mr. Plinko calmly makes his exit, leaving the Irishwoman to her bed 'n' breakfast. She couldn't help but giggle slightly, noting the man's odd name and "game show host"-like complexion that the waiter showed. "What an odd name, Joe Plinko," thought Fiona as she lied back, letting her oatmeal cool down just a bit before she started to eat it.
After all, oatmeal was Fiona's favorite thing for breakfast during times when she was sick--for it was good for the soul as well as the body.
FIONA: Christ, I hope this works. I don't want to come back home have Jack see me like this...
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Despite the fact that I haven't felt like myself these days, if there's one thing anyone can learn about me, is that I carry a tenet that I picked up whilst in IWF.
I never stop smiling, even in the face of disaster--in this case, a damned minor flu bug.
I can fully understand why someone like, say, Gina Neon reminds me of myself--in a different time, that is. You see, I was quite perky for a new girl in the grappling business, often becoming so into it that I'd often make errors in judgment from time to time, making people like Ana quite...irritated. Then again, I don't go around snogging the entire backstage locker room just so I could get my way in life. Now I know Miss Neon won't go THAT far...but the very notion of success in this sport--especially in a locker room full of egos--would require someone like Gina to slow down, take a deep breath, and focus on the objectives at hand. If she does, then good for her. If not...
...well, she'll wind up going nowhere faster than you can sing "Viva Las Vegas."
Speaking of the earlier mention of snogging, wasn't Ana guilty of doing that to the entire IWF roster once, including Spike Kane? Oh well, I won't go any further than that. But let me just say...I fully understand the concept of stunning looks and unbridled, sexualised allure is the whole motive behind the Las Vegas native Trixie's involvement in this match. After all, beauty on the outside tends to attract attention from some rather...strange and exotic men--like the creeper known as Steve Awesome. Yet eventually, what Miss Trixie needs to understand that beauty isn't necessarily found on the surface--but rather, it's in the heart and mind that counts. I didn't come to VWS so that I could flaunt myself in front of a paying audience--for I was trained by my fiancee, Jack Gaither, to get down to business when the need arises.
And darlings...I might be a nice girl out of the ring, but when you two step in and stand across from me, I'm NOT your friend. I don't capitulate to anyone, nor do I plan on doing so.
Let's have some fun out there, shall we?
Cheers!
Despite the fact that I haven't felt like myself these days, if there's one thing anyone can learn about me, is that I carry a tenet that I picked up whilst in IWF.
I never stop smiling, even in the face of disaster--in this case, a damned minor flu bug.
I can fully understand why someone like, say, Gina Neon reminds me of myself--in a different time, that is. You see, I was quite perky for a new girl in the grappling business, often becoming so into it that I'd often make errors in judgment from time to time, making people like Ana quite...irritated. Then again, I don't go around snogging the entire backstage locker room just so I could get my way in life. Now I know Miss Neon won't go THAT far...but the very notion of success in this sport--especially in a locker room full of egos--would require someone like Gina to slow down, take a deep breath, and focus on the objectives at hand. If she does, then good for her. If not...
...well, she'll wind up going nowhere faster than you can sing "Viva Las Vegas."
Speaking of the earlier mention of snogging, wasn't Ana guilty of doing that to the entire IWF roster once, including Spike Kane? Oh well, I won't go any further than that. But let me just say...I fully understand the concept of stunning looks and unbridled, sexualised allure is the whole motive behind the Las Vegas native Trixie's involvement in this match. After all, beauty on the outside tends to attract attention from some rather...strange and exotic men--like the creeper known as Steve Awesome. Yet eventually, what Miss Trixie needs to understand that beauty isn't necessarily found on the surface--but rather, it's in the heart and mind that counts. I didn't come to VWS so that I could flaunt myself in front of a paying audience--for I was trained by my fiancee, Jack Gaither, to get down to business when the need arises.
And darlings...I might be a nice girl out of the ring, but when you two step in and stand across from me, I'm NOT your friend. I don't capitulate to anyone, nor do I plan on doing so.
Let's have some fun out there, shall we?
Cheers!