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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2021 15:53:50 GMT
Exhibition Match:
Eve v Fiona Harris
RP limit: 2
Deadline: May 25, 2021 @ 11:59pm
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Post by "F Yeah!" Fiona Harris on May 20, 2021 3:02:06 GMT
We open on Fiona Harris, leaning back against a cinder block wall, drenched in sweat, breathing a little heavy. She’s not dressed in pretty High Voltage™ workout gear this time; shorts, tank top, sneakers, hair pulled back in a ponytail. This is no photo shoot, this is putting in work. Leaning against the wall is another woman, tall and slender, similarly dressed, similarly sweaty, breathing even harder than Fiona.
Melanie: “It’s one loss. Sure, not the ideal way to make your debut but, what, it’s only the third time you’ve been pinned all the way back to April? And one of those was a six woman match. That’s not so bad.”
Fiona shoots her a look of mild annoyance, cocking her head to the side slightly.
Fiona: “When’s the last time I won a match, Mel?”
Melanie: “That tag match, you and Taylor against-”
Fiona raises a hand as she shakes her head.
Fiona: “Taylor got the pin. When’s the last time I, me personally, won a match? And not that dark match that no one saw, one that mattered?”
Melanie opens her mouth to reply but pauses before closing it again.
Fiona: “Exactly. I’ve just been treading water. I’m better than that. I NEED to be better than that. Nothing personal to Bianca Langford, she beat me clean, but that was my match to win and I didn’t get the job done. Now I’ve got this Eve match-”
Melanie: “Who?”
Fiona: “Eve the Monstress. That Adam the Monster guy, er, monster, his wife? Pretty sure she’s his wife. Lost to Blazer at the last First Class show. So you know she’s gonna be coming in hot, trying to make a push to be the next person to chase the belt after this tournament is done.”
Melanie: “So she’s gonna be desperate.”
Fiona: “Her and me both. I just… I gotta beat her. I have to. I have to get back on track.”
Melanie: “Is she good? Like, you gotta be worried?”
Fiona glances to her friend for a second.
Fiona: “Of course she’s good, she’s good enough to be in IIW, right? She’s not just riding her husband’s… well, y’know. She’s legit, so I gotta be more legit. Super legit.”
Melanie: “Too legit?”
Fiona: “Quit it. But I think I gotta… I dunno, change things up a bit. What I’ve been doing for the last few months, it hasn’t gotten me the results I need.”
Melanie cocks her head, eyeing the shorter, buffer woman curiously as Fiona looks back to her, sighing before explaining.
Fiona: “I need some kind of slump buster, y’know? Stuff hasn’t been working, so I gotta mix it up, try something new. Change up some small things, help to get some bigger things going.”
Melanie: “You think that’ll help you in the ring?”
Fiona: “I mean, not in a concrete way. It’s more mental than that. Break out of the current rut and push myself in a different direction. Like a basketball player on a cold snap changing her shoes, or a hockey player on a scoreless streak trying a different stick.”
Melanie grins a tiny bit as she pushes off the wall.
Melanie: “Speaking of sticks, maybe that’s the problem?”
Fiona raises an eyebrow curiously as her friend’s grin grows a little.
Melanie: “Honey, when’s the last time you got laid?”
Fiona laughs, shaking her head as she pushes off the wall.
Melanie: “I’m just saying, maybe your slump buster should be, y’know, a hump thruster?”
Fiona: “Are you seriously trying to tell me the reason I’m on a cold streak is because I haven’t gotten any in a while?”
Melanie: “Just putting this out there, what else happened when you started to go cold? You started messing around with that Jace guy and he never-”
Fiona: “Thrusted my humps?”
Melanie: “Okay, it was a terrible turn of phrase, that doesn’t make me wrong. I’m just saying, you’re talking about changing things, maybe you should just show up in their locker room and, y’know… it’s a bunch of testosterone and adrenaline fueled guys with muscles on muscles! Just pick one and get to it!”
Fiona is just staring at her friend, arms crossed. There’s no shock or anger on her face, purely amusement at Melanie’s suggestions.
Fiona: “So, just walk in there and be all ‘Who wants it, boys?’ and that’s gonna help me beat Eve the Monstress, get back on track? A roll in the sack? Get it from the back?”
Melanie: “... is the rhyming supposed to mock me?”
Fiona: “Little bit.”
Melanie: “Just saying, it’d be a bigger change than just switching up your music, right?”
Fiona falls silent at that, considering it a moment.
Fiona: “While I’m not gonna just walk into the men’s locker room and bend over for it, I get what you’re saying.”
Melanie: “See?! I knew it was a good idea! So… if you were gonna do it, who would you pick?”
Fiona: “Jesus Mel, it’s not like I watch the show playing ‘Hot or Not’.”
Melanie: “Zack Steele?”
Fiona replies instantly, as if she had indeed put thought into this already.
Fiona: “Looks too greasy.”
Melanie: “John Tolly?”
Fiona: “Greasier.”
Melanie: “Tyler Debonair?”
Fiona: “Has a girlfriend. Or wife? They might be married. Either way, not single.”
Melanie: “That Curtis guy?”
Fiona opens her mouth as if to reply before pausing a moment.
Fiona: “He seems like he’d be super eager, right? Like… really wanna make sure he does a good job. Not saying I would, just…”
Melanie: “Something you noticed?”
Fiona: “Something I noticed, yeah.”
The two women are quiet, pondering things for a moment before Melanie clears her throat.
Melanie: “So, back to work?”
Fiona: “Back to work! Eve the Monstress won’t beat herself! I’m rolling into this match at the top of my game, best shape of my life. Fight fight fight, dropkick, suplex, suplex, suplex, kick in the head, Clean Sweep, Comet Crush Senton, three count, Fiona Harris is back on track. That’s the plan.”
Melanie: “You got this!”
The two women move back towards the free weights, audio still rolling as the shot starts to fade out.
Melanie: “Arkady Frost?”
Fiona: “Oh, he can fucking get it. Don’t even care that he’s from Massachusetts.”
The women share a laugh as we fade to black.
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Post by "F Yeah!" Fiona Harris on May 23, 2021 20:09:27 GMT
Fiona Harris stands in her kitchen, in a long tank top and shorts as she slices up some vegetables; it’s hardly exciting but hey, a girl’s gotta eat. Music is streaming from her phone, on the counter next to her, the muscly grappler swaying a little, mouthing the words before the music cuts out as her phone starts to ring. Fiona sets her knife down, reaching over to answer, grinning when she sees the caller ID, putting it on speaker before picking the knife back up to keep chopping.
Fiona: “Hi Edna, how’s things?”
The voice on the other end has a charmingly germanic accent, coming from what sounds like an older woman.
Edna: “Hello daaaahling. I finished up those new tights you wanted last night. They look mahvelous. The colours, the stitching, the lettering, it POPS! You’re going to be the belle of the ball. Ring. Whatevah.”
Fiona: “Oh, that’s fantastic. Thanks again for putting a rush on getting those done for me, I’ll swing by this afternoon to pick them up. I’m sure they look phenomenal.”
Edna: “Of course you’re sure, dahling. You came to me. You knew before you even made the request.”
Fiona shakes her head a little, smiling at the seamstress’s bravado, using the back of the knife to scrape the chopped carrots and celery into a container.
Edna: “I am curious about the change though, Fiona. You look so good in the little trunks, with how they frame the bum and showcase the legs and all.”
Fiona: “You saying these new tights of yours won’t make my bum look great, Edna?”
Edna: “Your bum makes your bum look great, dahling. My tights make it look extraordinary. But that doesn’t answer my question, does it?”
Fiona: “Just wanted to change things up a little is all. Trying to break out of a bit of a rut. Thought changing my look up might help a little.”
Edna: “Maybe you need some companionship, dahling. A little schnitzel in your strudel?”
Fiona drops the kitchen knife in shock, barely moving her foot in time and avoiding a quick trip to the emergency room as it clatters to the floor.
Fiona: “Jesus Edna, are you seriously telling me-”
Edna: “You remember by nephew Evan? He’s single now you know?”
Fiona: “Evan the aggressively flamboyant guy who runs the flower shop that always has electronic dance music playing in it? He seems nice but I’m not sure I’m his type…”
Edna: “Oh, he’s not gay dahling! He’s just very European!”
Fiona: “I’ll keep his, uh, schnitzel in mind then. See you this afternoon for the tights!”
Fiona moves to her phone to end the call.
Edna: “I’ll tell Evan to swing by to say hello!”
Fiona taps her phone to end the call before hanging her head.
Fiona: “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-”
We cut ahead to a bit later in the day, Fiona leaving the gym, walking through the parking lot and sipping a protein shake when her phone rings again. The expression on her face is less enthusiastic this time, but she still answers after getting into her car, switching it to speaker again. Before she can even speak she’s interrupted.
Suit 1: “Fiona Harris, do we have an idea for you!”
Suit 2: “We’re thinking reality TV show!”
Fiona: “Oh god no. There’s like three dozen of those around pro wrestling already and that’s five dozen more than anyone actually wants.”
Suit 1: “No, no, nothing to do with wrestling! Well, aside from the fact that you’re a wrestler.”
Suit 2: “And, I suppose, there’s a chance one of the male leads could be a wrestler. Unless you want to veto that so that you’re the only wrestler!”
Fiona leans back in the driver’s seat, shutting her eyes momentarily, shaking her head.
Fiona: “Male leads? What are you guys talking about?”
Suit 1: “We want you for a dating show!”
Fiona: “Oh no.”
Suit 2: “‘F Me, F You, F Yeah!’ starring ‘F Yeah!’ Fiona Harris!”
Suit 1: “You and a number of male suitors, a suitable setting for romantic moments-”
Suit 2: “We’re thinking Fiji. Pending budget approval.”
Suit 1: “You go on dates, and group dates! They have to do physical and mental challenges, see if they can keep up with you! And, because sex sells…”
Fiona: “You guys want a TV show of me sleeping with a bunch of dudes and narrowing it down to one?”
Suit 2: “It could be narrowed down to two! Poly relationships are en vogue! Either way, the network would want you getting laid, yes!”
Fiona: “This is fuc- sorry, I mean it won’t work with my schedule. Regular trips to the UK for IIW, plus my work with High Voltage™? I wouldn’t be able to put all that on hold to shoot something in Fiji.”
Suit 1: “... is there somewhere in the UK that could be suitable?”
Suit 2: “What’s the weather like in Jersey?”
Suit 1: “No, that’ll just confuse people.”
Suit 2: “Right, the shore… maybe we should just see if Avril Lavigne wants the show?”
Suit 1: “‘Complicated!’ starring Avril Lavigne! It sells itself!”
Fiona sits forward in her seat.
Fiona: “Wait, you guys know Avril Lavigne?! Tell her I lo-”
The call cuts off.
Fiona: “-ved Skater Boy! FUUUUUUUUUUUUU-”
Fiona lays her head on the car horn, sending a loud blast before we cut ahead to later, Fiona sitting on her couch, a can of High Voltage Bananaberry Bangarang in her hand as she watches the Eve The Monstress match from the last episode of First Class for the fourth time. Her phone rings and she mutes the TV before answering, flipping the phone to speaker once more as she keeps her eyes on the TV.
Fiona: “Hey! Was there an issue with the new song?”
The voice on the other end is properly British and male.
PBM: “‘Ello Fiona! Not with the song per say, there were just some questions about why you wanted to change it up is all.”
Fiona: “Just wanting to switch things up is all. Looking for a slump buster. Is that a thing in Britain, by the way?”
PBM: “Of course luv! Like when Rooney changed his jockeys before Wimbledon! Or when Beckham gave up shagging Scary Spice and switched to Posh!”
Fiona pauses the match, full attention on the phone call now.
Fiona: “Hold on, David Beckham’s slept with two different Spice Girls?”
PBM: “Oh at least that many luv! One of my cousins knows one of his cousins, I hear all the stories.”
Fiona: “Holy shit.”
PBM: “But yes, I know all about slump busters. Now, what you need to do is get-”
Fiona immediately bristles a little.
PBM: “On your laptop and check your email. I forwarded you a form you need to sign, just says you chose your music. Little thing to cover our asses, keep people from pranking one another by switching their music.”
She relaxes a little, smiling again.
Fiona: “Sure thing, I’ll do that shortly.”
PBM: “Jolly good. Oh, and if the music doesn’t do the trick, you should hit the pub, try it on with some blokes, pull a tidy one, get a knob in your fanny. Ta!”
Fiona stares at her phone, slack jawed, as the call disconnects before shaking her head a little.
Fiona: “I… nope, not even mad. That was lovely slang. I’m gonna steal that.”
She reaches for her energy drink, accidentally knocking the half-full can off the coffee table, sending it spilling across the floor.
Fiona: “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-”
We cut ahead once more, Fiona outside on a quiet, clear night, seated on a park bench under a street lamp, shorts and tank top and sneakers on the warm evening.
Fiona: “Gotta tell you, at this point I just want back in the ring. Monstress or not, I’m ready to put hands on someone, y’know? And Eve… oh boy, this is gonna be interesting. Giving up size in a match, that’s nothing new to me. But you? That’s something different entirely, eh? You’re big, strong, dangerous. Also, have you and hubby considered going with ‘Feed My Frankenstein’ for walkout music? Classic Alice Cooper.”
Fiona shoots the camera a quick ‘rock on’ gesture with her tongue out.
Fiona: “I was gonna suggest ‘Monster Mash’ but it’s just a bit too on the nose. Back to the important stuff though. I’ve been watching what I can on you Eve, and I’m walking into this match eyes wide open, ready to get my ass kicked a bit. Not beat, but beat up. It happens, part of the job, especially when you’re facing down a monstress. Sometimes you gotta take a hit to make a hit and Eve, I trust my jaw and I know I can eat a shot from you and keep moving forward if I have to. You’ve got size, I’ve got speed. You’ve got power, I’ve got technique. You’ve got a unibrow, I’ve got a cousin who owns a salon and could do wonders with that, but again, not the point.”
Fiona leans forward, clasping her hands.
Fiona: “For every advantage a disadvantage, at least on your end. But me? Eve, I’m tougher than tough, tough enough to take the hits I gotta take in order to do the damage I need to in order to put you away. If walking away battered and bruised and looking like I just walked through the worst day in hell is what it takes to get my hand raised, I’m fine with that. Hell, I don’t care if I’m crawling away as long as it’s my name getting announced winner. I don’t need to win pretty, I just need to win. I need to beat you and monstress or not, you’re beatable.”
Fiona stands slowly.
Fiona: “Taylor Blazer made the mistake of thinking you’d lay down for her and it almost cost her. I’ve got no such illusions. You’re gonna come in looking to get the win and you’re gonna give me everything you’ve got. And I’m gonna handle it, I’m gonna take it, take the punishment, fight through and persevere. Because I need to. I have to. And I will.”
Fiona points up casually.
Fiona: “Look to the stars, Eve. On the 26th there’s a comet coming with your name on it.”
The camera pans up, a shot at the beautiful, starry night as it starts to fade out, Fiona softly singing the theme from classic kid’s cartoon ‘My Pet Monster’.
Fiona: “My pet monster, on him I can depend, my pet monster, a monster of a friend…”
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Post by Adam The Monster on May 23, 2021 20:49:11 GMT
Eve The Monstress is having a snack, by that, there is 3 tables full of food of every possible variety infront of her, there is a very tired looking chef behind the tables hoping that Eve is finally happy with what’s been put out for her….Eve is happily tucking into all the food when Shaun appears
Shaun Hart: Eve, you’ve got to go out there and wrestle Fiona Harris
Eve The Monstress: NO!
Shaun Hart: Come on, after last weeks defeat to Taylor, we need to step up the game, I’ve got all these amazing things lined up for Team Hollywood, but you need to help do your bit and wrestle!
Eve The Monstress: NO!
Shaun Hart: Listen Eve, you are a phenomenon in this business, once you believe in yourself the way I believe in you you will have no problem at all taking on anyone who you come up against!
Eve The Monstress: NO!
Shaun Hart: Why not?
Eve The Monstress: She disgust me!
Shaun Hart: WhY?
Eve The Monstress: SHE ONLY TALK ABOUT SNOO SNOO
Shaun Hart: Snoo Snoo?
Eve The Monstress: YES SNOO SNOO!!
Shaun Hart: What the hell is Snoo Snoo?
Eve turns round to the table….she picks up a donut and a sausage….She stares down at Shaun hart and brings the two items in towards each other
Shaun Hart: Oh.
Eve The Monstress: Yes! She is obsessed, it’s really quite disgusting!
Shaun Hart: I mean she’s a young attractive female what do you expect?
Eve The Monstress: You’re saying Eve not attractive? THAT MAKES EVE MAD!
Shaun Hart: errr….no not at all…I err..errr..erm…. Respect Adam too much as a client to look at you in that way
Eve smiles showing off her 3 oversized teeth
Shaun Hart: great… Look Eve, this Fiona is obviously worried, she knows what the talent is like in the IIW, she knows what she’s up against, look at the rest of these FCPW rejects, NONE OF THEM have achieved anything, they’ve just caused chaos and mischief. Look at that Victoria for example holding onto that FCPW Women’s title… Well that isn’t going to last long is it, with the training I’ve afforded to you and Adam you will soon be back amongst the greatest talents in the IIW, we are going to harness all this raw talent and ability you both have and turn you into a lean mean literally eating machine!
Eve The Monstress: But you’ve changed Adam.
Shaun: How have I?
Eve The Monstress: Since you put him on his No-Man eating diet, he’s lost his will, he doesn’t have a reason to exist any more
Shaun Hart: But what about to look after his wife? Maybe you know put the CHOO CHOO into your SNOO SNOO
Eve The Monstress: That’s disgusting!
Shaun Hart: How does your species even exist?
Eve The Monstress: Moving on! I will take on board what you’ve said, I will face Fiona and I will crush her, because she is the new breed of women, the empowered women, does she not know she should answer to her man? Not just go around and look for SNOO SNOO!
I lost to TayTay last week and losing does not taste as sweet as victory, and victory does not taste as sweet as eating plump roast Harris!
Shaun Hart: This is a warning going out to you Fiona Harris, you don’t mess with a monster, because you get eaten, and if like it seems you are so preoccupied with getting laid, you’ve 100% took your eye off the game and you are not preparing how you should be to face a monster among monsters! You have a few days left to get your act together Fiona, if you don’t I’m sorry but Hollywood will be taking over!
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