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Post by Osh Vaughan on May 26, 2021 22:46:27 GMT
Womens Title Match - Victoria McKenzie vs Fiona Harris
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2021 13:30:23 GMT
Victoria McKenzie would have normally been talking about the fact that she was defending her IIW Women's Championship for the first time against Fiona Harris; who had impressed against Eve The Monstress, but Victoria was more concerned about the condition of her best friend and tag team partner Kaitlyn Finley, who had been through a brutal beatdown in her match thanks to The Coven; who attacked her best friend before the match had even begun, Victoria was currently on the phone, sounding genuinely terrified for her best friend.
VM: "Oh my god, Kait! I'm so sorry that I wasn't there, I should've been there...I mean, I hope you don't hate me for not being there for you, because I know you'd be there for me; They're not going to get...yeah...OK, I've got to focus, are you sure you OK? Look, I'll be by your side as soon as I can. You're my best friend, Kait! You matter just as much as the title to me...Yeah, well, just stay there, alright, I'll be right there."
This was a side of Victoria that wasn't often seen, the 275lbs powerhouse was vulnerable, sounding scared and blaming herself for not being there to help her best friend, this was because Kaitlyn told Victoria to just have a relaxing night, she was the IIW Women's Champion after all, and although Victoria was clearly enraged, she had to remain focused on Fiona Harris; especially because Fiona was one of the best wrestlers in the women's division.
VM: "Look, they're not going to get away with this; OK, I promise you that! I'll be there as soon as possible...Love you, Kait, bye!"
With that, Victoria put her phone down and looked to the camera to address Fiona Harris, the woman that was challenging for Victoria's IIW Women's Championship next week and Victoria had a glare on her face and a more determined aura around her than the usual arrogance and cockiness that she displayed.
VM: "Fiona Harris, I'm gonna do something that I don't often do...I'm going to keep this short and sweet, because I can't think straight at the moment, I've never liked you, You've never liked me, but I've always respected you as an athlete because you are one of the best wrestlers in IIW regardless of gender. But you couldn't stop me when I wasn't angry, because you've never seen me this pissed off before, hell, not many people have; but if you think I'm dangerous before, just wait until you see me next week, because I'm going to run through you and I'm going to take all this anger and hurt that I feel and bottle it up, let it build up until the next First Class show and then I'm going to unleash it...and I'm going to demolish you and it's nothing personal, petal. You're just in the wrong place against the wrong woman at the wrong time."
With that surprisingly brief promo, the Geordie bruiser stood up and stormed off; looking to check up on the condition of Kaitlyn after the attack that she suffered at the hands of The Coven.
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Post by "F Yeah!" Fiona Harris on May 31, 2021 2:39:23 GMT
Fiona: “See?! I beat a goddamn monstress AND got myself a title shot, all without riding a single dick!”
Melanie: “If you said that to anyone who didn’t understand the context, that could sound really bad.”
Fiona: “I know but I so don’t care!” Fiona Harris is laying back on a bed in a hotel room, wrapped up in a standard issue hotel robe; the room’s decor doesn’t scream luxury, nor is it a cheap hovel, just something in between, comfortable without being excessive. Her phone lays next to her head, on speaker, her friend’s voice coming from the other end. Melanie: “How’re you feeling after that match, anyway?”
Fiona: “Oh, battered to hell. You should’ve seen the bruises on me when I got out of the shower this morning. Like spots on a dalmation except, y’know, purple on tan instead of black on white. But I got the win, clean and fair and inarguable, that’s what matters.”
Melanie: “So slump officially busted?” Fiona smiles a little, stretching out on the bed. Fiona: “Let’s see how my title shot goes before I make any sweeping declarations there but… yeah, I’m feeling pretty good right now.”
Melanie: “Even battered to hell?”
Fiona: “Yup! I took a couple gummies, really takes the edge off. Ooh, battered! I should put pants on and get some fish and chips while I’m here!” She starts to sit up before letting herself flop back on the bed. Fiona: “Eh, in a bit. Flight doesn’t leave til tonight, I’ve got time.”
Melanie: “Are you gonna be good to take on Victoria McKenzie after all that?”
Fiona: “Are you kidding? It’s just bruises, nothing broken or sprained or dislocated or anything. I’ve wrestled through way worse. Hell, if they told me I could have the match right now I’d take it. But I can wait til June 9th if I have to.” Melanie: “Victoria’s no joke though. She’s-”
Fiona: “A monster? Not to be confused with the monstress I just beat? No, I know. Vic is as big a challenge as it gets, but she’s got the belt. I didn’t get the job done in FCPW and she left that last night with the gold. I’m not blowing this chance. She’s big, she’s tough, but I can out-speed her, out-agile her, out-technique her and out-fly her. Not gonna be easy, but I didn’t get into all this for easy. Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight, right?” A long sigh is heard through the phone. Melanie: “Did you just quote the Barenaked Ladies at me?” Fiona sits up. Fiona: “It’s Bruce Cockburn, you philistine! And it’s such a good song!”
Melanie: “Yeah, yeah. Go put on some pants, get your fish and chips, deal with your munchies. I’ll see you in a few days.”
Fiona: “Mmm, deep fried everything. If life was a cheat meal, I could do worse than Britain. See ya!” Fiona reaches over to end the call before rising from the bed and stretching, facing away from the camera. She shrugs off the robe, the shot staying above her waist, showing some of those bruises she’d mentioned, before fading out before she can turn around. We come back on Fiona, days later, those bruises on her back faded to next to nothing as she tugs a sports bra on (back to the camera, of course) before turning around as she slips a tank top on, the shot zooming out a little to show she’s already got shorts and sneakers on, her friend Melanie tying her shoes on the bench next to her, both women freshley showered and now dressed post-workout. Melanie: “Hey, you did that speed dating thing with Ashley back in the winter, right?” Fiona winces a little, recalling that particular memory.Fiona: “Unfortunately, yeah. Why?”
Melanie: “Why unfortunately? Ashley met Pete there, they’re doing great.”
Fiona: “Pete was literally the only quality guy there. Seriously. I wouldn’t have touched any of those other guys if they came diamonds.”
Melanie: “... well that sounds painful for everyone involved. So if I told you that the gym was thinking of doing a singles night thing…” Melanie leaves the unspoken question hanging in the air, Fiona blinking for a second. Fiona: “No no no, absolutely not. I’m not gonna participate in the… defiling of my sanctum!” Melanie cocks an eyebrow. Melanie: “Laying it on a bit thick there, don’t you think?”
Fiona: “Don’t fuck up my gym for me Melanie! I swear to god, I finally found a place where dudes aren’t hitting on me all the time while I’m trying to work! I show up at some singles night and they’re gonna think I’m…”
Melanie: “Available?”
Fiona: “They’re gonna think I’m some gym bunny instead of a professional athlete who is here to train for her damn job. I’ll have guys trying to flirt with me all the time.”
Melanie: “And you love flirting more than just about anyone I’ve ever met.”
Fiona: “Not while I’m trying to work! I need to be able to focus here, not have some douchebag dudebro walk up on me after every set trying to impress me or-” Melanie: “Fine, fine, not at the gym. But you’ve been single for too long, you need to get back into things, slump buster or not.” Fiona rolls her eyes as she and her friend start to make their way out of the locker room. Fiona: “So what’s it gonna take for me to get you off my back on this? Because I already have this Coven group that’s getting involved in matches in IIW that I need to keep my eyes open for in case they set their sights on me, plus, oh yeah, title shot against a woman who outweighs me by 130 pounds.” Melanie: “Just flirt with someone. Anyone. A guy you find attractive that you wouldn’t mind getting to know better, personally or, y’know… biblically. I’m not saying you gotta ride him into the sunset to shut me up, but at least get out there a little?”
Fiona: “Fine, but not while I’m training. Victoria McKenzie and the Womens Title take priority over everything else. I let that belt slip through my hands once, I’m not doing it again.” Melanie nods, seemingly satisfied with that as they make their way to the doors, the shot staying on their backs as it slowly fades out, catching the last bit of audio. Melanie: “Is it gonna be someone in IIW?”
Fiona: “Damn it Mel… yeah, probably.”
Melanie: “Nice, I’ll get to see it on TV then!”
Fiona: "Fuuuuuuu-"
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2021 13:17:36 GMT
Victoria McKenzie seemed much more relaxed now, from her previous promo, she had made sure that Kaitlyn was OK and had stayed with her friend for a few days to make sure that she was fine after what happened; but now she was feeling more like herself again, she had sunglasses covering her eyes as the 275lbs powerhouse from Newcastle-Upon-Tyne had the IIW Women's Championship around her waist as she lounged in the sun, making the most of the period of British weather where they got sun.
VM: "You know, now that my head is clearer and I can get some thinking done, also it helps that Kaitlyn, my bff, is doing OK after that heinous attack against her, because she's the toughest person in the bloody company, well, me and her are equal in that department...but, I digress; Fiona Harris, I saw your video on me and I have to admit that I've always had respect for you, I mean, you don't even focus all your time on wrestling, you're like me in that you love nothing more than a good party and a wild lifestyle...and you're still one of the top wrestlers in the company!"
Victoria nodded as she placed her sunglasses covering her eyes on the top of her head so that anyone watching the promo could look into her eyes as she gave a slight smirk, she was clearly more focused on Fiona, which she needed to be if she wanted to keep her IIW Women's Championship.
VM: "But I couldn't help but notice that you're focused, you know that you couldn't get the job done last time and you're applying yourself and, you know? you have to! Because I am the Biggest, Baddest and Most Beautiful Brit In The Building; but the problem is that you had to be focused when I wasn't focused, because I was too busy worrying about my best friend, because I actually care about what happens to the people that I love, again, similar to you...god, we really are more alike than I'd care to admit, but you've now got a focused Victoria McKenzie and I know that this match isn't going to be easy, but the result is going to be the same as last time, with you falling at the feet of Queen Thicctoria!"
Victoria gave a smug smirk, feeling more and more confident as she continued her promo to Fiona.
VM: "You mentioned that you're faster and more agile than me, well, I think you know that it doesn't really matter when you have my size, because I'm a lot faster than my bulk would let you believe, I am able to move like a lass half my size and hit harder than anyone in IIW, regardless of gender, I'm going to have to work my arse off to beat you and I'm looking forward to that, because there's nothing that I love more than a good challenge, but, Fiona, you've got to bring you A game, petal, because it's the only thing that'll give you the chance of surviving against me, never mind winning. Because you're not on the level of The Biggest, Baddest and Most Beautiful Brit In The Building and this proves it!"
Victoria finished her promo by holding the IIW Women's Championship up to the camera and showing it for everyone to see, including Fiona as she gave a cocky and arrogant chuckle.
VM: "Get a good look at this, Fiona...because it's the closest you'll get to it as long as you're breathing in and breathing out, but when I'm done with you, that won't be something that you'll be doing!"
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Post by "F Yeah!" Fiona Harris on Jun 2, 2021 1:54:56 GMT
We open on Fiona in her apartment, the sun barely up, an early start for the challenger. She’s sitting on her couch in an oversized Montreal Canadiens jersey and slippers, drinking a smoothie as she watches SportsCenter, a standard morning ritual before her first workout of the day. An early enough start that she’s taken completely by surprise when her phone rings. She mutes the TV before answering, putting the phone on speaker.
Suit 1: “Fiona Harris!”
Suit 2: “F Yeah!”
Suit 1: “Do we have an idea for YOU!”
Fiona: “... okay, did not expect you guys to be up and at it this early.”
Suit 2: “Is it early? I thought it was still late! Hey, check the window.”
Movement is heard on the other end of the line, blinds opening followed by a tremendously unmasculine scream.
Suit 1: “Natural light! Oh god!”
Suit 2: “Anyway, we heard about your title shot and we had an idea: a special recording your prep for the match. ‘Challenger For A Month’, following your training, you studying tapes, all of it.”
Fiona: “I mean… solid idea, but the match is in like a week. And I can’t interrupt my training on short notice to start doing this kind of stuff.”
Suit 1: “Oh… oh, I guess that makes sense.”
Fiona: “Sorry fellas. Did you have any other ideas you wanted to run past me?”
Suit 2: “Well… I had another idea. Not a great idea. My niece’s idea. She was thinking a Youtube show, ‘Ask a Canadian’ or something like that.”
Suit 1: “Are you sure it wasn’t TikTok? TikTok is very hot right now.”
Suit 2: “No, Youtube. Something about longer answers. I wasn’t really listening that hard.”
Fiona: “I actually really like that idea! So many IIW fans are either in the UK or American, right? Could be fun to explain some Canadian stuff with that wider audience. I’m in!”
Suit 1: “Really?”
Suit 2: “Really!”
Fiona: “Absolutely! I mean, after the title match. I’m not gonna start any outside projects til I’ve taken care of business with Victoria McKenzie. Speaking of, I need to be at the gym soon. We’ll talk later.”
With that Fiona reaches over to disconnect the call, the shot fading out as she finishes off her smoothie.
We come back on Fiona sitting on a bench, outside on a beautiful, sunny afternoon on the shore of Lake Ontario. She’s dressed in a sports bra, shorts and sneakers, sunglasses on, just about drenched in sweat after an intense cardio session.
Fiona: “Y’know, there’s a thing about giving yourself a nickname, it’s just not the same. Like the whole ‘F Yeah!’ thing for me, I didn’t give myself that nickname. Let me take you back to 2016, okay? I’d just won my first ever championship, women's title for some tiny indy promotion in Peterborough. The Peterborough in Ontario, not the UK one, just to be clear. Anyway, I’m sitting in the ring after getting the pin, and I’m in shock. I’d been wrestling for like 8 months and suddenly I’m a champion. Champion in a promotion with no TV, no significant online presence, never more than 500 butts in the seats at any given show, but I was the champ. And the ref hands me the belt and I let out this far-too-loud-for-a-family-show “Fuck yeah!” before immediately turning tomato red as the ref raises my hand.”
Fiona grins a little at the memory before continuing.
Fiona: “Anyway, everyone in the back thought it was hilarious and there was no getting away from it. Someone had the idea to print a t-shirt for me, first merchandise I ever had with my name on it. The ring announcer billed me as ‘F Yeah!’ at the next show, it just went from there. Point I’m trying to make is, when you have to hammer on your own nickname every time you open your mouth, it makes a person wonder… do you even believe what you’re saying about yourself? You’re selling it sure, but are you actually buying it?”
The grin fades away now.
Fiona: “The biggest, baddest, most beautiful Brit in the room. Let’s take the ‘Brit’ part out of the equation, eh? We might be facing off on British soil, but comparing yourself against just the Brits on the roster ignores a lot of talent, myself included. So biggest? Tay’s got you beat on height I’m pretty sure, but no one’s got your bulk so yeah, we’ll call that accurate. Most beautiful?”
Fiona shrugs at that one.
Fiona: “Too subjective to really measure, eye of the beholder and all that. I’ll leave that for other people to answer because that doesn’t make a damn bit of difference in the ring anyway. So that leaves ‘baddest’. And yeah, I think that’s the one you’re not as certain on as you act like you are. I don’t think you’re badder than me, Victoria. I don’t buy it for a second. You’re big and you’re loud and you hit hard and against some of the people some of the time that’s enough to impress and it’s enough to win. But one on one with me? Nuh uh, you’re gonna need to dig deeper than that, sister.”
“Every time you and I have been in the ring together before, there’s been other bodies in the way. Four way, six way, tag match, either way it’s never been just you and me, one on one, a chance to see who truly is the baddest and the best between us. And yeah, I’m on foreign soil, I’m giving up 130ish pounds, I just came off a match with a monstress and you came off… a week off and a match with a jobber before that, right? All that not in my favour and still, I wouldn’t change a goddamn thing.”
Fiona is grinning again.
Fiona: “I don’t want easy. I want to have to scratch and claw and drag myself over a mile of broken glass to take that belt because that is how you know you’re a champion! When you struggle and you fight and you bleed and you still persevere, you still get the damn job done, you get your hand raised and you have that belt around your waist, that’s what matters! And maybe you’ll be my Kilimanjaro, my Everest, maybe this hill I’m willing to die on is a fucking mountain but I am willing, I am able and I am ready and Vic? Vic you tell me I need to bring my A game just to hope to survive, I say you need to be better than you’ve ever been if you want to walk out with that belt and even if you are, you still very well might not. I am coming in ready to do what it takes, ready to suffer, ready to fight, ready to bleed and ready to be the next IIW Women’s Champion. Good luck trying to stop me. See you on the 9th.”
Fiona stands up, shooting the camera a quick thumbs up before breaking into a light jog, the shot fading out as she heads back down the walking trail.
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