Post by "F Yeah!" Fiona Harris on Apr 27, 2021 17:33:58 GMT
We open on a shot of a smiling “F Yeah!” Fiona Harris in a gym in High Voltage™ branded workout wear, knocking out a series of bicep curls.
Voiceover Guy: “What makes Fiona Harris the perfect representative for High Voltage energy drinks? The dedication?”
A brief montage of Fiona training in the gym: squats, deadlifts, benches, rows, situps while hanging from a punching bag by her legs. Outside in the sun running stairs on a set of bleachers, doing chin ups on a horizontal bar, running wind sprints on a basketball court.
Guy: “Is it the athleticism?”
Another montage, Fiona in the ring now, suplexing larger opponents across the ring, nailing ranas and flying headscissors, moonsaults and missile dropkicks. Then a series of shots of her hitting the Comet Crush Senton, her top rope shooting star into a senton.
Guy: “Is it the tenacity?”
One more montage: shots of Fiona Harris fighting back from underneath, pain and determination written on her face, finishing on a shot of a Fiona backstage, sporting the crimson mask, locking in a Koji clutch on a larger opponent with a steel chain for assistance, getting the tap and having her hand raised in victory.
Guy: “It’s all of that and more! So when you need a big hit of delicious energy, whether it’s to set a new PR at the gym, soar like a superhero or vanquish your rivals in glorious battle, be like Fiona Harris and reach for a can of High Voltage!”
We fade out on a shot of Fiona Harris, standing in a wrestling ring, taking a long drink from a can of High Voltage Lime Sublime.
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We cut to the FCPW women’s locker room, Fiona Harris showered and dressed in jeans and a hoodie after her match, the show long over. Fiona sits alone on a bench for a moment before French Canadian interviewer extraordinaire Marie LaFleur, still in her dress and heels from the show, sits down next to her.
Marie: “How’re you doing?”
Fiona sighs and shrugs.
Fiona: “Woulda been nice to walk into IIW with the belt, but whatever, I’ll get over it. Onwards and upwards. It’ll be nice to be someplace I don’t feel a little, y’know… handcuffed.”
Marie: “How do you mean?”
Fiona: “Well, uncle Mac always telling me ‘Make sure the other girls look good too, I need you to help me build a brand here’ and all that.”
Marie: “Wait, Mac Dunney’s your uncle?”
Fiona: “Yeah. Didn’t I tell you that? I swore I told you that. My bad. Anyway, going to IIW, brand’s already built. I’m just going there to be exceptional, it’s gonna be great. Anyway, what about you? I guess IIW already has their own interview people, eh?”
Marie gives a little shrug of her own.
Marie: “We’ll see. I can always go back to doing Laval Rocket games. The pay’s not as nice and the arena’s not as nice, but it’s a decent backup plan.”
The two are quiet for a long moment.
Marie: “So… any regrets?”
Fiona glances around before leaning in towards Marie with a conspiratorial little grin.
Fiona: “Honestly? Not getting a chance to fuck in this locker room.”
Marie: “What?!”
Fiona: “I’m just saying! Jace and I, y’know, I couldn’t get him to seal the deal. And the rest of the guys here… not a ton of viable options I guess you could say.”
Marie: “There’s a whole roster of guys!”
Fiona: “Okay, eliminate all the guys who are like a decade or more older than me. Who’s that leave?”
Marie: “Well… Caine, Wraith, Dream Killer -”
Fiona: “All psychos.”
Marie: “Fair enough. Uh… Petey and Freddy?”
Fiona: “Sweet guys, but… like, jobbers? Really?”
Marie: “Andy Donahue?”
Fiona: “Sure, as soon as they invent personality transplants and put literally anyone else in his body. I mean, really it just leaves the Barnburners and those guys are…”
Fiona trails off as she notices Marie blushing, staring at the floor.
Fiona: “Marie! You fucked a Barnburner!”
Marie blushes deeper, smirking a little and shaking her head.
Fiona: “Marie! You fucked BOTH Barnburners! How? When? Where?”
Marie looks up, laughing a little.
Marie: “After I ran into them at the gym? Where was, like, my place, their place. How was-”
Marie is interrupted by a knock at the door, a wide-eyed and grinning Fiona letting out a muttered “Ah, c’mon!” before the door opens and Chucky poke his head through the doorway.
Chucky: “Hey ladies. Uh, Marie, I got your text.”
Gally pokes his head in, right above Chucky.
Gally: “Hey girls. Marie, I got your DM.”
Marie bites her lip, looking over at Fiona who stands quickly, shaking her head.
Fiona: “Four’s a crowd. I’ll talk to you later.”
With that Fiona leaves, shaking her head and laughing a little, The Barnburners holding the door open for her before slipping inside, Marie rising to greet them as the shot fades out.
Voiceover Guy: “What makes Fiona Harris the perfect representative for High Voltage energy drinks? The dedication?”
A brief montage of Fiona training in the gym: squats, deadlifts, benches, rows, situps while hanging from a punching bag by her legs. Outside in the sun running stairs on a set of bleachers, doing chin ups on a horizontal bar, running wind sprints on a basketball court.
Guy: “Is it the athleticism?”
Another montage, Fiona in the ring now, suplexing larger opponents across the ring, nailing ranas and flying headscissors, moonsaults and missile dropkicks. Then a series of shots of her hitting the Comet Crush Senton, her top rope shooting star into a senton.
Guy: “Is it the tenacity?”
One more montage: shots of Fiona Harris fighting back from underneath, pain and determination written on her face, finishing on a shot of a Fiona backstage, sporting the crimson mask, locking in a Koji clutch on a larger opponent with a steel chain for assistance, getting the tap and having her hand raised in victory.
Guy: “It’s all of that and more! So when you need a big hit of delicious energy, whether it’s to set a new PR at the gym, soar like a superhero or vanquish your rivals in glorious battle, be like Fiona Harris and reach for a can of High Voltage!”
We fade out on a shot of Fiona Harris, standing in a wrestling ring, taking a long drink from a can of High Voltage Lime Sublime.
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We cut to the FCPW women’s locker room, Fiona Harris showered and dressed in jeans and a hoodie after her match, the show long over. Fiona sits alone on a bench for a moment before French Canadian interviewer extraordinaire Marie LaFleur, still in her dress and heels from the show, sits down next to her.
Marie: “How’re you doing?”
Fiona sighs and shrugs.
Fiona: “Woulda been nice to walk into IIW with the belt, but whatever, I’ll get over it. Onwards and upwards. It’ll be nice to be someplace I don’t feel a little, y’know… handcuffed.”
Marie: “How do you mean?”
Fiona: “Well, uncle Mac always telling me ‘Make sure the other girls look good too, I need you to help me build a brand here’ and all that.”
Marie: “Wait, Mac Dunney’s your uncle?”
Fiona: “Yeah. Didn’t I tell you that? I swore I told you that. My bad. Anyway, going to IIW, brand’s already built. I’m just going there to be exceptional, it’s gonna be great. Anyway, what about you? I guess IIW already has their own interview people, eh?”
Marie gives a little shrug of her own.
Marie: “We’ll see. I can always go back to doing Laval Rocket games. The pay’s not as nice and the arena’s not as nice, but it’s a decent backup plan.”
The two are quiet for a long moment.
Marie: “So… any regrets?”
Fiona glances around before leaning in towards Marie with a conspiratorial little grin.
Fiona: “Honestly? Not getting a chance to fuck in this locker room.”
Marie: “What?!”
Fiona: “I’m just saying! Jace and I, y’know, I couldn’t get him to seal the deal. And the rest of the guys here… not a ton of viable options I guess you could say.”
Marie: “There’s a whole roster of guys!”
Fiona: “Okay, eliminate all the guys who are like a decade or more older than me. Who’s that leave?”
Marie: “Well… Caine, Wraith, Dream Killer -”
Fiona: “All psychos.”
Marie: “Fair enough. Uh… Petey and Freddy?”
Fiona: “Sweet guys, but… like, jobbers? Really?”
Marie: “Andy Donahue?”
Fiona: “Sure, as soon as they invent personality transplants and put literally anyone else in his body. I mean, really it just leaves the Barnburners and those guys are…”
Fiona trails off as she notices Marie blushing, staring at the floor.
Fiona: “Marie! You fucked a Barnburner!”
Marie blushes deeper, smirking a little and shaking her head.
Fiona: “Marie! You fucked BOTH Barnburners! How? When? Where?”
Marie looks up, laughing a little.
Marie: “After I ran into them at the gym? Where was, like, my place, their place. How was-”
Marie is interrupted by a knock at the door, a wide-eyed and grinning Fiona letting out a muttered “Ah, c’mon!” before the door opens and Chucky poke his head through the doorway.
Chucky: “Hey ladies. Uh, Marie, I got your text.”
Gally pokes his head in, right above Chucky.
Gally: “Hey girls. Marie, I got your DM.”
Marie bites her lip, looking over at Fiona who stands quickly, shaking her head.
Fiona: “Four’s a crowd. I’ll talk to you later.”
With that Fiona leaves, shaking her head and laughing a little, The Barnburners holding the door open for her before slipping inside, Marie rising to greet them as the shot fades out.