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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2021 13:43:20 GMT
First round, IIW Women's Title #1 Contenders Tournament
Max 2 Roleplays
Deadline: May 11 @ 11:59pm
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Post by Scotty 'Silver Bullet' Adams on Apr 27, 2021 22:52:12 GMT
(I sit inside of Scotty and I's shared office, a smile across my face. Wearing a dark purple singlet, jeans and black sneakers. Inhaling, I glance into the tripod camera.)
Bianca: Hello everyone, and especially, to my impending opponent in what shall be my return to the ring, Fiona Harris.
(I softly laugh.)
Bianca: You see, whilst you all *know* about my husband. You know about his exploits in the ring, and the fact that he is on the verge of setting foot between the ropes, for the world title at world's collide, you know next to nothing about me.
(I smile, slightly leaning forward for empthasis.)
Bianca: And especially not about the fact that he *isn't* the only one out of us who has wrestling experience. I do as well.
(I lean back, as an image is superimposed harkening back to my days in the ring. Competing in the VWL.)
Bianca: I was renowned as one of the best in the nation.
(I pause, thinking.)
Biianca: No, I was one of the best in the world, but I stepped away in 2018 to settle down ---.
(Another picture, this time of Scott, Lucina and I seated together.)
Bianca: Had a family with Scott, and we were content to leave it at that, in terms of wrestling.
(I exhale, softly laughing to myself.)
Bianca: Until the famed 'itch' returned. Mostly for him, but having watched him and scoured the competition, I felt it beginning to rise within me again too. I felt my desire to prove on a grander stage, that I am *still* the Angel in the ring. That I am still capable of stepping between those ropes and beating anybody on any given night. That even if I may not have been in the ring. Even if I have been more focused on the business aspect of life, that doesn't mean I have completely neglected, or forgotten about wrestling.
(I motion with my hands, as a video clip begins to play of my match against Hayley Roberts. The 5th and final match of our feud. Smirking, I stand up.)
Bianca: Now, Fiona. I respect you. I have nothing against you or the hedonistic lifestyle you lead. You do you. What I *do* take issue with, is the assertion people habe that you will be the one walking out of our match with the victory.
(I pause, regaining my composure before continuing.)
Bianca: Because that's *not* gonna be the case. At all. I didn't tell Scotty I would be re-entering the ring, simply so that I could be an also ran. So that I could be a stepping stone, if you wish to call it that.
(Shaking my head, I begin to walk towards the door.)
Bianca: That's not who I am. That's *not* what I wish to be seen as. I don't fly like that. See, I'm here to come in and dominate. As clichè as this is, and believe me, it is --- I'm here to be the best. Just like I'm sure you and everybody else in that locker room is. The difference is, I fully intend on backing my words up in that ring.
(I softly sigh, opening the door and walking into our backyard. Looking across at the clothesline.)
Bianca: I will make sure that each and every one of you in the locker room, and especially those who came from FCPW, understand that this is my division. You're just living in it, until I see fit to knock you down.
(Extending my arms, a replica picture appears behind me, in hologram form. One from my VWL days. 2014 to be exact.)
Bianca: When I do, you'll understand that it isn't personal. I'm not doing this because I have some deep seated vendetta. I'm not doing this because I hate you. Or because I wanna hold you down. That's simply not the truth --- I would love to see you succeed. I'd love nothing more but to see Fiona thrive. To see Victoria and Kaitlyn thrive. To see Cora thrive. You get the drift. I'm doing it because this is purely business. If I am to ensure people realise I am the Angel. The number one target in this division, then I must knock the rest of you down. I must go out there and show you why you're just a step below me.
(I smile cheesily, before bringing my arms back to my side.)
Bianca: You just happen to be the first name that has been placed against me, Fiona. For that, you are the one who will be used as the example. The means of making sure people understand just what awaits them, when they step into the ring against me. Whether they be you, Eve, Payne, Cora, Kaitlyn, Caera or even the supposed 'Most Beautiful Brit in the game'. The girl who walked out with the FCPW Women's title, Victoria McKenzie. It doesn't matter to me, because the result is going to remain the same.
(I put on a mock announcer's voice.)
Bianca: Here is your winner --- The Angel of Eltham --- Bianca Langford.
(I flash an arrogant grin, in the vein of Scotty, before beginning to walk back into the house. Stopping when I reach the mini garden we have set up.)
Bianca: I'll see you in 2 weeks, Fiona. Just know that this is simply about what needs to be done. It's not a slight against you, because I've watched you. I've seen you between those ropes and you are talented. I'm just a step above and you will see why on May 12.
(I wave, opening the door and beginning to walk down the hall. Looking into Lucina's room, I smile as I see her. Still asleep, before continuing. Hearing my phone ring, I pull it out of my pocket, checking the caller ID. It's Larni.)
Bianca: Hey Larni, what's up?
Larni: Hey Bianca. Did Scotty get the table?
Bianca: Yeah, we got it on Monday. He's setting it up in the office now.
(I laugh as I reach the office door. Peeking inside to check up on his progress.)
Larni: I heard about you returning to the ring too --- You think you can still hang with them?
(I laugh.)
Bianca: Of course I can. I wouldn't have done this if I didn't think I could. Nor would Scotty have let me if I doubted myself.
Larni: True. You know much about Fiona?
Bianca: Not yet, though I do know she's talented.
Larni: So are you, though.
Bianca: Duh. But I'm not expecting this to be easy. Nor should it be.
Larni: Yeah. Did you want me to see if I can find your old gear? Give them a throwback.
(I smile, remembering the gear. Pink with black and white trimming. Wore it for the majority of my VWL stint.)
Bianca: I left them with Hayley. Yeah, send them if you can please. I'd love to truly give them the angelic experience.
(Larni laughs.)
Larni: I'll text Hayley later. See if she still has them. Though, there is something else I wanna ask?
Bianca: Hm?
(Larni pauses.)
Larni: Do you think you can send me a copy of the forms for the Fashion festival? Wanna go and can't remember if Bec e-mailed it to me.
(I smile, having reached the kitchen during our discourse.)
Bianca: Yeah. I'll send it tonight.
Larni: Thanks. Anyway, I gotta go, got work in an hour.
Bianca: Alright. Talk to you later.
Larni: Talk to you later.
(I hang the phone up, heading into the kitchen. Getting ready to prepare lunch for the 3 of us. Soon, IIW will understand. They will have no doubt that their angel, is standing before them. )
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Post by "F Yeah!" Fiona Harris on Apr 30, 2021 1:05:29 GMT
We open in a boardroom, “F Yeah!” Fiona Harris dressed in a pencil skirt, white blouse and heels, seated across from two thirtysomething men in suits.
Suit 1: “Ms. Harris, thank you again for meeting with us today.”
Suit 2: “Yeah, this won’t take long. We just wanted to talk to you about some ways for us to improve monetization on your image now that you’ve moved to the greater exposure of IIW!”
Fiona looks between the two rather eager-seeming young men, a little warily.
Fiona: “Right, sure. I mean, as long as I’m not expected to change who I am as a per-”
Suit 2: “Great! Jimmy, fire up the powerpoint!”
Suit 1, apparently Jimmy, hits a button on a laptop and a powerpoint presentation comes up on the TV mounted on the wall, with a smiling picture of Fiona on it.
Suit 1: “Point one! Your name, Fiona Harris. Rolls off the tongue well, fits nicely on a shirt (the powerpoint changes to a smiling teenager in a Fiona Harris tee), it’s great. But having the F-bomb in your nickname, it’s not super kid-friendly (an image of a frowning child with said F word crossed out next to her). Kids are a huge part of the wrestling market, y’know?”
Fiona looks between the two men, a look of slight confusion and mild annoyance on her face.
Suit 2: “So we propose dropping the “Uck”! (the picture changes, the UCK of said word disappearing, the F turning into “F Yeah!”)
Fiona: “Yeah, no, I agree. I already told IIW when I signed my contract that it’s “F Yeah!” now. Also, did you guys start printing t-shirts without my permission?!”
Suit 1: “Don’t worry, it’s photoshop; it’s actually a Fiona Apple shirt.”
Fiona blinks in surprise as the men continue.
Suit 2: “Point two, your walkout music! Danko Jones is kinda niche, kinda weird band only Canadians and some Europeans have heard of. Have you thought of doing something new?”
Suit 1: “Cardi B is super popular these days!”
Fiona: “Yeah, I know, I’ve got her on my spotify- wait, are you guys gonna suggest “WAP” for my walkout music?”
The two men nod eagerly, drawing a long sigh from Fiona as she pinches the bridge of her nose, hanging her head a moment before looking back up to them.
Fiona: “Ignoring how that’d definitely upset at least some parents more than still going by my old nickname, is the plan here to have me lean hard into some kinda oversexed vixen kinda thing?”
The two men nod, eagerly and unabashedly.
Fiona: “Listen fellas, just because I’m open about sex and all of that, it doesn’t mean I want that to be the focus when I’m in the ring. Posing in a sports bra and shorts or a bikini for High Voltage, that’s fun and I enjoy it, but when I’m headed to the ring, when I’m in the ring? The focus is wrestling, competing, winning, period. So no WAP on the way to the ring, we clear?”
The two men nod again, both still oddly cheerful.
Suit 1: “That’s good, that’s fine, that totally works for us. Fiona Harris: fun is fun, but in the ring is serious business.”
Suit 2: “We can come up with a good slogan for that.”
Suit 1: “We can come up with a great slogan for that!”
Suit 2: “Fight in the ring, fun in the back!”
Suit 1: “NAILED IT.”
Fiona: “... I’m not signing off on that for anything.”
The suits exchange a shrug, still smiling.
Suit 2: “We’ll workshop it. Last thing today, we have a prospective new sponsor for you.”
Fiona perks up a little at that mention.
Fiona: “Alright, I’m listening. Who?”
Suit 1: “Jiffy Lube!”
Fiona shrugs, still smiling a little.
Fiona: “Random but sure. So what, do a commercial for them, something to do with wrestlers putting a lot of miles on their cars, needing someplace they can trust for maintenance? That the idea?”
Suit 2: “Nope! They want their logo on your ring gear!”
Fiona: “They want… okay, my ring gear… the only spot big enough to put a logo like that where it’d be easy to see would be my ass. You want me to walk around with the word “Lube” on my ass?”
Suit 1: “No no. Well, not exactly. Jiffy Lube wants that. We just want to get paid.”
Fiona looks back and forth between the two for a long moment before sighing again.
Fiona: “Gonna pass on that one, fellas. Good talk though. I need to take off, I have, y’know, an actual match to keep preparing for.”
Suit 2: “Right, yes! Bianca Langford! Her comeback match, how exciting! Do you think she'll be rusty? Ring rust, that's the term, right”
Fiona blinks in surprise before shaking her head.
Fiona: "No, not likely. She knows what it takes to be successful, she's not gonna get back in the ring if she's not ready to go. Besides, she's got her husband to train with. Live in training partner, that's gonna help anyone be ready. I'm not banking in her being less than a hundred percent set to jet at all."
The two men continue to gush, as if they'd barely heard anything Fiona said.
Suit 1: “The Angel of Eltham! She’s tall, she’s gorgeous, she’s fit, she can win matches, she checks all the boxes! How are you gonna gameplan for her?”
Fiona: "Well, she's taller but I think I'm heavier, so I've got the muscle advantage. She's got the reach so I need to get in and out on her, use my speed to hit and run a bit, get my hips under hers for some suplex action. Ultimately I just need to make sure I don't make any big mistakes; she's a pro, she'll know how to capitalize. Even if she is a tiny bit rusty, the mental part of it's the last thing to go. But if I hit the Comet Crush she's staying down for three, have no doubts about that."
Again, as if they'd not heard her, too lost in their own excitement.
Suit 2: “She’s a mom! I bet we could find lots of crossover sponsorships for her! Do you think you could give her our card?”
Fiona rises from the table, smiling politely.
Fiona: “Sure, if I get the chance. I’ll, uh… call you guys when I’m ready for another meeting.”
Fiona gives a little wave as she turns to leave, Suit 1 and Suit 2 waving back eagerly, a tiny trickle of blood starting to run from the nose of Suit 2. Fiona mutters to herself as she heads out the door and out of sight as the shot begins to fade.
Fiona: "That’s the last time I let Buck Henry suggest a talent agency…”
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Post by Scotty 'Silver Bullet' Adams on Apr 30, 2021 13:23:31 GMT
(I walk into what appears to be a television studio of sorts, about 5 kilometres outside of Manchester. Preparing to shoot a new - promotional video of sorts for my return to the ring, against Fiona Harris. Paid for by Adams Enterprises; arranged by the BBC, who were kind enough to allow me to rent out this studio.
Scotty got here earlier, to ensure everything is in order and set up, so that we have as little hassle as possible when it comes to the filming portion of proceedings. I smile, entering the building as Vijay, one of our associates, walks over to me.)
Vijay: Hey Bianca. Scott said you weren't coming for another 30 minutes.
(I laugh.)
Bianca: Oh. Nah, I just had to do a few things, but thought I'd come a little earlier. Things all set up?
(He motions over to the studio, where the production hands are still moving everything into place. Making sure it's all in working order.)
Vijay: Not quite. We *should* be ready to start filming in 15 minutes though. Want me to tell Scotty you're here?
(I smile, nodding.)
Bianca: Yeah. Tell him I'll be waiting on the bench outside. Checking up on my texts.
Vijay: Alright.
(Vijay walks off to go tell Scott about my -early- arrival as I head back outside, pulling my phone from my jeans pocket. Looking through my messages, I smile.
7 unread, most of them from Larni, Sarsha or Hayley but one sticks out even more. It's from Freya, who usually messages Scotty directly rather than me.)
~~~Hey, Bianca. Could you run a few numbers for me?~~~
(I look at it, curious as to what she means.)
《《《Sure. What numbers?》》》
(Sitting down on the bench, I place the phone on my lap. Waiting for her response as I scroll through the other messages. Most of them just being the standard small talk we exchange. I'll get back to them later.)
~~~Okay. Would you mind calculating the fees associated with rebuilding the RXI factory in Shepparton? Wondering if we should rebuild it, or simply refurbish it?~~~
(I sigh. I had heard about this from Scott, but didn't know too much about the details relating to it. It was something I figured the accountants back home would have already dealt with.)
《《《Yeah. E-mail me the proposal and I'll do it tomorrow for you.》》》
(Looking over to my right, I see Scott walking over, a smile across his face.)
Scott: You're early. Guessing the store was closed?
(I nod.)
Bianca: Yeah, they were. I did manage to get the quote for the computer though.
Scott: How much?
Bianca: $1,750.
(He sighs, before looking at me.)
Scott: Alright. Thanks.
(I nod as he sits down, looking across at me. Turning the focus to this video we plan on shooting.)
Scott: So, everything's set up and I managed to get us the rights to the jingle too.
Bianca: Ah, nice.
Scott: Yeah. Figured why not have some fun once in a while? Gets your name out there too - and I know how much you like singing.
(He laughs as I give him a curious look.)
Bianca: You can hear me in the shower?
(He smirks.)
Scott: The whole neighbourhood can, hun.
(I laugh, feeling my face slightly blush. I didn't think I was *that* loud when singing. But he is right - I do like to sing in the shower. Probably the only place I actually do sing, outside of karaoke nights.)
Bianca: Well, touchè.
(I then pause, remembering something.)
Bianca: Freya texted me before.
Scott: About?
Bianca: The RXI building costs. She wants to know if it's worth rebuilding it or not.
(He ponders this, as I glance at him.)
Scott: Oh. I thought I told her that we would be refurbishing it.
Bianca: I think it's more of a cost management thing.
Scott: Did you tell her you would?
(I nod.)
Bianca: Yeah. Told her I'd do it tomorrow.
(He nods, softly kissing my cheek.)
Scott: Alright. Send a copy to the accounting department too. Larni as well.
Bianca: Will do.
(Just then, Vijay comes back out, motioning to us.)
Vijay: We're ready for you now.
(I stand up, kissing Scott on the cheek before walking back into the studio. Noticing how everything is set up, and how there is a booth for Scotty, Vijay and thr production staff to listen. See if anything needs to be tweaked.
Heading toward the main studio, I glance around. Looking at the choir that Scott hired for this - a local high school choir, much like the one back at Eltham high. Smiling, I head to my assigned spot.)
Vijay: You ready?
(I softly laugh.)
Bianca: Ready when you are.
(Vijay then motions to the producer, to start rolling as I take a deep breath. Preparing my singing voice.)
Producer: 3 ... 2 ... 1. And we are rolling.
(I clear my throat, as the famed vegemite jingle begins to play over the studio's announce system.)
Bianca & The Choir: We're happy little hedonists.
As bright as bright can be.
We all enjoy our lives.
All throughout the day.
Our mummies say we're growimg stronger, every single week.
Because we love being hedonists.
We all adore being hedonists.
It puts a rose in every cheek!
(The jingle rolls to a close, as I attempt to contain my laughter. I can't believe I just did something like this - but hey, it's fun. Plus, it lets me flex my vocal chords a bit, and get a taste of actually singing - outside of tje shower and karaoke.
Vijay and Scott are all smiles as they come out from their booth too, as I walk over to them.)
Scott: That was great.
(I laugh.)
Bianca: Thanks. It was fun.
Vijay: You have a talent for this.
(Scott laughs heartily.)
Scott: Don't be giving her any ideas now.
(I simply smile at Vijay.)
Bianca: Thanks
(I turn to Scott, whispering.)
Bianca: You know he's right though.
(He rolls his eyes, but gently nods.)
Scott: Yeah, I guess he is.
(We then continue to talk among ourselves. The filming having been done and dusted.) ---
(3 Hours later, I sit atop a light orange director's style of chair, within the *now empty* studio. Glancing around at the cameras that have been set up; the projection screen behind me. Preparing to both show clips of some of my most famous matches and general pictures of myself from throughout my history. Dating even back before I knew Scotty.
Though the main purpose is to give the IIW. The 'First Class' roster another glimpse into who I am. A refresher to those who may already have some idea; an introduction to those who don't.)
Bianca: Hello once again, and welcome to this little production. I promise that it will be --- shall we say --- angelic.
(I laugh at that cheesy comment.)
Bianca: Anyway, I figured that I would let you guys see my life. How I got here. What I plan to do here, even though I'm pretty sure you already know this part. And most importantly, enable you to attain a glimpse into what makes the Angel tick.
(I sigh, before laughing to myself.)
Bianca: Don't worry though, I plan on making sure Fiona hears my message loud and clear on May 12.
(I slightly smirk, as the first video plays. It's one of me v Brittany Belford from VWL back in 2013. A match where I was able to win via the B2O. The sound of the commentators for that night *Amos Felton and Aidan Stewart* echoing due to the arenas acoustics.)
Bianca: This is where I won my 2nd VWL women's championship. A night where, much like I will have to against Fiona, I was able to cut down the supposedly -stronger- competitor. For people might look at my size and make me out to be -weak- or feeble.
(I laugh, having seen those assumptions on social media, and even hinted at by Fiona herself.)
Bianca: What they don't seem to understand is that strength and power aren't the same thing. And if there's something you'll learn is that - I have power. Just ask Scotty. He'll tell you himself how powerful my strikes can be.
(Another video then plays, from about 4 weeks later. It's one of me and Larni in the middle of the ring. Another match I would end up winning - yet again with the B2O; another example of my underrated power.)
Bianca: You see, as much as you might wish to believe that my height. My reach are key tenets of who I am as a wrestler, they're not all I'm capable of between those ropes. Though, keep thinking that's all you need to be mindful of, Fiona. You of all people, should know that size isn't everything. At least, size alone isn't.
(Another video comes up, this time of me running during cross-country in Year 8. A year I finished 4th in the region at the sport.)
Bianca: I also have the endurance to go with *anybody*. It doesn't matter to me if you wanna go 10 minutes or 30 minutes. I'll be just as energetic throughout the match at the finish as at the start of the match. I hope you're the same way, Fiona. Especially with that speed advantage you claim to have, otherwise it'd be a let down.
Not just for me, but for the fans too. After all, you exude this bubbly energy, but it won't mean anything if you can't back it up between the ropes. If you can't live up to how you portray yourself.
(I lean forward, a smile across my face.)
Bianca: But you know that, don't you? You don't want to let me - or more specifically - the fans, down. Neither do I.
(I laugh, before the video changes again. This time, it is the infamous match against Mia Heatherton. A match that is one of the most violent matches I have partaken in. Though I would win this match with the Cataclyism of an Angel submission.)
Bianca: Back to our little video though. Whilst this match may not seem important, or relevant - it is. Yes, it was a hardcore match, whereas our match is merely one on one. And unlike you, Mia and I do not like one another, however, this is an example of just how far I am willing to go.
Just how much my body can take between those ropes, and that if you think I am just gonna roll over. If you think you are gonna be able to take me down - you might wanna think again. I don't plan on simply die for you. Much like I'd expect you have no intentions of rolling over and dying for me.
(I smile dryly.)
Bianca: Or at least, I hope you won't. Otherwise, it wouldn't be any fun, would it now?
(The video changes to a picture of me, sitting alone within an empty arena. Staring out to the stands.)
Bianca: This industry means everything to me. This business is where I made my name. Where I found my way, and where I plan on making my way once more. No matter *who* I have to go through in order to do so.
(I then recline back, as the video changes to one of me delivering the Eltham's Glory to Hayley Roberts during our first one on one match. A match that won us the VWL match of the year award in 2014.)
Bianca: Even if that person was - and still *is* - one of my best friends. If I'm willing to put my body on the line. If I'm willing to defeat one of my best friends in order to get what I desire, what do you think I am going to do to you, who I simply respect?
(I smile, attempting to lighten the mood.)
Bianca: I'm sure at some point, we can be friends. But come May 12, you are merely an opponent. Much as I am an opponent to you. And that means I *will* do whatever it takes. Whatever I need to, in order to walk out with the victory.
(I whisper.)
Bianca: And I fully intend to walk out the winner. The one moving onto the semi-finals of the tournament. Then I plan on going on and facing off against Victoria McKenzie for that Women's title.
(I laugh, as I slowly rise.)
Bianca: And I plan on walking out with that belt when I get the chance. You are merely the first person who I must knock down.
(Sighing, I walk across the studio.)
Bianca: And it will be the angelic revival.
(Having said a variation of my famous catchphrase, I leave the studio. My message having been sent. Loud and clear.)
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Post by "F Yeah!" Fiona Harris on May 5, 2021 1:50:37 GMT
“Hedonism: the doctrine that pleasure or happiness is the sole or chief good in life.”
Fiona Harris sits on a comfortable looking, well-worn couch in the living room of her apartment, cross legged in an oversized Montreal Canadiens jersey, legs bare, warm fuzzy socks on her feet. A dictionary is in her hands, which she closes as she finishes reading from it.
“A lot of people seem to think it’s some kind of sex thing. I guess maybe it’s because of those swinger resorts that took the term as a name? Not my style but, hey, I’m not here to judge. Consenting adults and all that.”
She shrugs as she sets the dictionary aside next to her.
“But that base definition, I think most people can see the upside to living with that in mind. Actually implementing that philosophy into your day to day life sure, you have to make compromises; you have to put food on the table, roof over your head and sometimes that might mean working a job that doesn’t bring you pleasure or happiness directly. For example, when I was first training, first starting my career, I worked a few retail jobs and yeah, definitely didn’t enjoy that. But it was what I needed to do so that I’d have the means to do the things that were making me happy, y’know? Sometimes you just do what you have to do in order to get your happiness.”
Fiona offers the camera a big smile.
“Now me? Competition makes me happy. Testing myself against another person makes me happy. Training makes me happy, working out makes me happy. And yeah, hitting people makes me happy, I won’t deny it. And winning? Winning makes me really damn happy.”
Fiona reaches off camera, coming back with a can of High Voltage™ Manyberry Mana, cracking it open and enjoying a long sip.
“It’s tempting to try and psychoanalyze an opponent. After all, I should want to know what makes Bianca Langford tick, right? And yes, part of scouting my opponent is trying to figure out why she does what she does so that I can have a better understanding of what she might do in a certain situation once we’re in the ring together, but I’m not gonna insult the woman by pretending I’ve got her all sorted out.
Fact is Bianca, you and I are very different people. You walked away from wrestling for a while to have a baby, to make a family. I respect the hell outta that, I do; you had two things you badly wanted that you couldn’t do at the same time and you made a hard choice. You’ve got the husband and kid and nice house and choir money - which, by the way, baller move, props for that. I’ve got a one bedroom apartment and a cat.”
From off camera, a low, annoyed-sounding yowl can be heard.
“Yeah yeah, I’ll feed you later Maurice. Anyway, fact is we live differently. We have different personal philosophies. We’re from different countries. But you know what we have in common? We both want the win. We’re both ready to inflict incredible punishment on each other, on ourselves, to get it, right? It’s not about hate, it’s not about animosity, it’s not about disrespect. It’s about who gets to go after that belt Victoria McKenzie is walking around with. Push aside everything else. That’s what matters.”
Fiona leans forward, eyes alight as she looks into the camera.
“Bianca, be ready. Be more than ready. On May 12th I need you as good as you’ve ever been, better than you’ve ever been! I need your very goddamn best because B, I will be at my best and my best trumps alllll the rest. I talk the talk, I walk the talk and when the time comes I’m always ready to rock. I’ve got the muscle and I’ve got the hustle, and my elite technique makes me very unique. I have every faith that you are going to be incredible in your comeback match. Strong, fast, talented. You will be impressive, you will be amazing, you will be inspirational… but you will be all of that in defeat.
Bianca, no matter how good, how great, how exceptional you are on that Wednesday night in Manchester, I am going to force myself to be better. One step faster, one rep stronger, one punch tougher. Not because you aren’t great, but because I am ‘F Yeah!’ Fiona Harris and right now, the F stands for ‘future women’s champion’. See you in the UK Bianca. It’ll be lovely to meet you face to face.”
Fiona shoots the camera a wink and flashes a peace sign before the shot fades out.
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