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Post by Osh Vaughan on Jun 11, 2021 11:18:33 GMT
Fiona Harris vs Casie.
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Post by "F Yeah!" Fiona Harris on Jun 17, 2021 1:25:05 GMT
The intro to the song plays as the shot opens on Fiona Harris, from the shoulders up, stepping through the doors of a gym, early in the morning. Harris grins as she realizes what’s playing, rolling her eyes. Fiona: “Seriously guys?” The handful of people working at the gym and working out give out a smattering of applause and a few cheers, Fiona laughing and grinning as her friend Melanie approaches. Mel: “People wouldn’t make such a big deal if you weren’t wearing the belt, y’know.” The shot pans out a little, showing Fiona and Melanie in full now. Sure enough, Fiona is wearing the IIW Women’s championship belt around her waist on top of her High Voltage™ workout gear. Mel: “Have you been wearing that thing everywhere since you won?” A montage of quick flashbacks:
- Fiona wearing the belt as she leaves the arena after First Class. - Fiona wearing the belt over her robe as she brushes her teeth in her hotel room. - Fiona wearing the belt as she goes through security at the airport, getting a patdown from an amused-looking security agent. - Fiona wearing the belt as she pushes her shopping cart at the grocery store. Fiona: “I didn’t wear it when I went swimming yesterday!” Mel: “You didn’t wear it to the pool, or you wore it but just took it off before getting in the water?” - Fiona climbing out of the pool in a red High Voltage-branded bikini, immediately strapping the belt back around her waist.Fiona: “Shut up. I’m the champ, I’m wearing my belt. It’s like when a couple’s in the honeymoon phase, you don’t give them shit for holding hands, right?”
Mel: “... honeymoon phase, does that mean you’re taking that thing to bed with you?”
Fiona: “Well…” - Flashback redacted.Fiona: “Point is, I’m celebrating and I’m not gonna let you harsh my vibe.”
Mel: “Well, I’m proud of you, champ. Would’ve been nice if those other chicks had waited til you had the gold before they got involved though.” Fiona nods, her smile faded a little.Fiona: “Yeah, sometimes… pro wrestling just kinda happens. It’s a very chaotic form of competition and all. But I can’t change how I won it, all I can do is defend it the way it deserves to be defended. Stand up champ, take on all comers, defend it with honour and class.”
Mel: “Well, at least you’ve got it easier at the next show.” Fiona raises an eyebrow at her friend. Mel: “What? It’s a non-title match, that’s like no pressure for you.”
Fiona: “Did you get into the gummies this morning? Of course there’s pressure. My pressure. I’m not going out there in my first match after winning my championship and putting up some kind of pedestrian, ‘go through the motions’ bullshit effort. I respect my opponent too much, I respect the people paying to watch too much, I respect me too much for that.”
Mel: “Alright, alright, I get it. You gotta go shitkick Casie DeBoner-”
Fiona: “DeBonair.”
Mel: “That’s what I said, DeBoner.”
Fiona: “No, you’re saying it wrong. It’s De-Bon-Air. Like ‘charming’ or ‘suave’. You gotta pronounce it like it’s french. You’re saying it more like… the boner.” Mel smirks. Mel: “Speaking of boners, what was that with that Curtis guy?” Fiona lets out a long sigh. Fiona: “I wasn’t being particularly subtle, right? Like, that was pretty clearly flirty?”
Mel: “I thought so. The lip bite thing, absolutely devastating, surprised he kept his pants on.”
Fiona: “Right? Like it’s sweet he’s clearly trying not to sexualize me but…”
Mel: “But sexualize you a little?”
Fiona: “Yeah, a little!” The women share a little laugh. Mel: “So, you giving up on that one?”
Fiona: “Not on your life. This is a challenge now. I’m gonna make that boy either lose his mind or politely decline my advances, but I’m sure as hell not giving up. I’m invested now.” Fiona pauses. Fiona: “But Casie DeBonair first. Her and her Coven can do some serious damage, I gotta be ready for anything.”
Mel: “At least you’re not giving up size this time. Just numbers. Maybe you need to find some back up?”
Fiona: “You volunteering?” Fiona smirks at her friend as Mel vigorously shakes her head. Mel: “Hell no. You’re the fighter, you’re the champ, I’m just a personal trainer. I don’t even like breaking a nail.”
Fiona: “I know hun, so I gotta handle this myself. Besides, anyone I’d ask to watch my back, sooner or later they’d be coming for my belt too. Nope, it’s gonna be Fi against the world. The Coven more specifically in this case. You know what I mean. Casie DeBonair is plenty capable in the ring, good enough that I’d be stupid to sleep on her even if I was the type to sleep on anyone. Factor in The Coven and I gotta appreciate that I could be fighting a three on one if Casie decides that’s gonna be more important to her than trying to beat me clean. Plus Victoria McKenzie is crazier than a sack of cats so there’s a chance she could stick her nose in after losing the gold to me. And then god only knows what the rest of the roster might do on any given day.”
Mel: “So… what’s the plan then?”
Fiona: “Focus on what’s directly in front of me, the things that I know that I know. I don’t know what The Coven might do, so I can’t plan for that, just gotta be aware something might come my way. Same with Vic, same with everyone else on the show. What I know is I’m facing Casie DeBonair and as good as she is, I can be better. So I’m gonna bust my ass training for the next two weeks and I’m gonna study as much tape on her as I can and I’m gonna walk back in to First Class ready to take her down and keep her down.” Mel: “Speaking of all that, you ready to get to work?” Fiona grins at her friend. Fiona: “Let’s go throw some heavy shit around.” The two women turn to head further into the gym, the shot staying with them as it starts to fade. Mel: “Fi Against The World. Might be good on a shirt.”
Fiona: “Yeah? You’d wear it?”
Mel: “Sure. I mean, I’d get a free one, right?” Fiona shakes her head at her friend. Fiona: “You cheap bitch.” Laughter comes through the audio as we fade to black.
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We come back on Fiona Harris, wearing a Team Canada hockey jersey, in a studio seated behind a desk as the song plays for a moment. Fiona: “Hello internet and welcome to the inaugural edition of "Ask A Canadian"! Where I take your questions about my home and native land and answer them in a fashion that is hopefully not mind-numbingly boring!” Fiona shoots the camera a thumbs up and grin. Fiona: “Today’s topic is Canadian Cuisine!! So, first thing’s first, the kind of food you’re going to see will really vary massively depending on where you are in the country. You get regional dishes based on what’s plentiful in that area, as well as the influences that have shaped that area, so I’m just gonna cover a few specific ingredients, foods and dishes that are more or less unique to Canada. First things first: Canadian bacon.” Fiona folds her hands on the desk, looking sternly into the camera. Fiona: “No one in Canada calls Canadian bacon bacon. It is ham. There’s nothing wrong with it, it’s perfectly fine on a breakfast sandwich or a pizza, but it’s not bacon. On the other hand, peameal bacon is a Canadian form of bacon and it’s awesome. Pork loin, wet cured with sugar and salt, rolled in cornmeal to preserve it. The used to use pea meal, hence the name, but someone figured out cornmeal worked better. Anyway, it’s lean, it’s a little sweet, a little salty and there are dozens of ways to enjoy it. Easily a part of any cheat day for me. Speaking of cheat day standards…” From off camera someone slides a steaming plate of poutine in front of Fiona. Fiona: “That’s right folks, poutine, AKA the reason the rest of Canada has forgiven Quebec for the separatist bullshit. Perfectly cooked french fries, fresh squeaky cheese curds and warm, luscious gravy. Everything about it is perfect. And as a bonus? A million ways to customize it. Add some bacon or sausage. Got Thanksgiving leftovers? Throw some of the turkey in there, use some of that delicious turkey gravy. One of my personal favourites is buffalo chicken poutine and it is exactly what it sounds like. Poutine’s a bit like pizza: just the basic, classic is awesome but it’s really fun to fuck around with.”
Fiona steals a fry before sending the plate sliding back from whence it came. Fiona: “But maybe you’ve got a sweet tooth? Well we’ve got you covered on that too.” Another plate slides over, this one with a butter tart, a Nanaimo bar and a beavertail. Fiona: “First, the beavertail. No actual beaver in this treat, it’s fried dough that you can cover in just about anything; sugar, cinnamon, maple syrup, chocolate, jam, whatever you want. Basically it’s a traditional Canadian take on funnel cake and it’s awesome.” Fiona picks up the bar.
Fiona: “The Nanaimo bar. The base? Chocolate, almonds, graham crumbs, shredded coconut. The middle? A nice, thick, creamy custard. The top? Rich, smooth chocolate ganache. Do I need to explain why this is great? I thought not.” Fiona sets the bar down before lovingly lifting the tart for the camera.
Fiona: “The butter tart. Flaky crust, perfectly runny filling of butter, sugar, some egg to help hold it together and, depending on who’s making it, maple syrup. This is, in my opinion, the epitome of Canadian sweets. It’s perfect. Just don’t put any raisins in it or I will find you and I will fight you.” Fiona continues to hold the butter tart as ‘Oh Canada’ begins to play softly in the background. Fiona: “And folks, this is just a taste of great Canadian cuisine. Montreal smoked meat, donairs, Newfie steaks, tortierre, bumbleberry pie, Smarties, Oka cheese, Kraft Dinner, the list is endless. Til next time, I’m ‘F Yeah!’ Fiona Harris and this has been "Ask A Canadian"!” The shot pulls back, starting to fade as the music swells, Fiona eyeing the tart in her hand before demolishing it in three bites, letting out a happy sigh as she chews and swallows, crumbs dotting her jersey. Fiona: “I regret nothing!”
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Post by "F Yeah!" Fiona Harris on Jun 20, 2021 15:29:29 GMT
Unknown Male Voice: “Have you thought about holy water?”
We open on Fiona Harris, in the bedroom of her apartment as she packs both her suitcase and gear bag, clearly preparing for her next trip back to the UK for IIW. On the bed next to her bag is her phone, set to speaker. At the head of the bed, propped up lovingly on her pillow, is the IIW Women’s Championship belt.
Fiona: “Holy water? Dad, what’re you talking about?”
Mr. Harris: “Well… she’s a witch, right? What about, I dunno, blessing your wrestling stuff with holy water? Maybe it might counteract some of the witchiness?”
Fiona stops in the middle of folding up her wrestling tights, looking down at her phone.
Fiona: “Dad… when was the last time either of us were in a church?”
Silence between the two as Fiona resumes packing before, a moment later, a reply.
Mr. Harris: “Your aunt April’s wedding.”
Fiona: “I was still in high school! I couldn’t even legally drink yet!”
Mr. Harris: “Didn’t stop you from what I recall.”
Fiona: “If you don’t want a 17-year old girl to get drunk, don’t leave her alone at a table with a bottle of wine.”
Mr. Harris: “I suppose that’s fair.”
Fiona: “Anyway, if I get my wrestling gear blessed I’m just as likely to burst into flames or whatever as Casie DeBonair is.”
Mr. Harris: “Well that’s just not true. Neither of you would burst into flames because holy water is poppycock.”
Fiona: “So why would you even suggest it then?”
Mr. Harris: “Maybe the witch ladies don’t think it’s poppycock and it might give you a psychological advantage.”
Fiona pauses at that as she holds her knee pads before tucking them in her bag.
Fiona: “Huh. Alright, give you credit, I hadn’t thought of that.”
Mr. Harris: “See? Just because I don’t know how to do a ‘duplex’-”
Fiona: “It’s ‘suplex’, dad.”
Mr. Harris: “Just because I don’t know how to do a ‘suplex’ doesn’t mean I can’t be helpful.”
Fiona: “I’m still not doing it though.”
Mr. Harris: “Well why not?”
Fiona: “Because… I don’t want the edge. I don’t want the advantage. I want to go in and beat Casie one on one, just me and her, so when I beat her no one can say I didn’t do it clean. Just me, on my merits, on my skills, simple as that.”
Mr. Harris: “And if the other two girls get involved, her Coven friends?”
Fiona lets a little smile cross her face.
Fiona: “Then we’ll know that Casie DeBonair isn’t confident she can take me one on one, that she doesn’t think she’s on my level.”
Mr. Harris: “That won’t exactly protect you from a beatdown, dear.”
Fiona: “It’s pro wrestling dad, beatdowns happen. But you gotta stand for something, right?”
Mr. Harris: “I know, doesn’t mean I have to like seeing the consequences when it’s you.”
Fiona: “Well, be proud you raised someone willing to take a beating for what she believes?”
Mr. Harris: “Young lady, I have always been and will always be proud of who you are and what you do. Anyway, I gotta go, your mom and I are picking up your grandpa, taking him out for brunch.”
Fiona: “Okay, tell grampy I’ll call him later?”
Mr. Harris: “Sure thing kid.”
Fiona: “Happy father’s day dad. Love you.”
Mr. Harris: “Love you too.”
With that the call disconnects, Fiona smiling to herself as she resumes packing and we fade out.
We come back on Fiona, selfie-style, sitting in a quiet corner of Pearson airport. Out the window to her left we can see it’s dark, clearly very late.
Fiona: “Flight’s a little delayed so I guess I’ve got time for this face-to-face kinda thing now. So… women’s division is looking pretty stacked, eh? Lots of talent in there. Some people we already know are pretty damn legit, like Bianca Langford, Taylor Blazer, and yes the former champ Victoria McKenzie. A few others who still have some question marks next to their names, Junko Souma, Charlotte Vaughan, Caera Bellamira to name a few, women that time’ll tell how far they go. But right now I can’t focus on any of those women, because they aren’t the challenges that are right in front of me.”
“Moira Arches, congrats on winning the number one contendership. Canada vs Canada when the time comes. Heck, Ontario vs Ontario even! It’s a real nice cruise up highway 7 from my neck of the woods to yours. But even though you’re gonna be coming for my belt sooner than later, I can’t focus on you right now.”
“Casie DeBonair and The Coven. I won’t lie Casie, after the way you and your crew made your mark on your team debut, I was pretty surprised that MJ and Steph didn’t get involved on your behalf in the number one contender challenge. Surprised and, admittedly, impressed. You could’ve taken the easy way out and had your girls try and whittle away the competition but you didn’t so, y’know, good on you for going at it on your own.”
“So here’s the thing: I’m hoping you treat our match with the same kinda forthright decency you did that one. I’m hoping you leave your girls in the locker room, or if you do bring them down to the ring for moral support or whatever then that’s all they’re there for. I want you one on one Casie, I wanna do this right and I don’t want there to be any doubt when one of us gets her hand raised. There’s question marks on how I won my title already, in my head if no one else’s, because Taylor Blazer got involved after Victoria McKenzie got involved in her business. Yeah, I didn’t ask for it, but it still doesn’t leave the best taste in my mouth. So what is there to do about it?”
“It’s real simple. I go out there, every match, and I rep this belt like a real champion should. No bullshit, no backstabbing. I am gonna talk the talk and I am gonna walk the talk. Every match, title on the line or not, I am gonna walk down to that ring like I’m the best on this women’s roster because as long as I hold this belt that’s who and what I am.”
A boarding call announcement is heard and Fiona rises to her feet.
Fiona: “That’s my cue. IIW, Casie, see you in a few days. Let’s give the people something to stand up and cheer about, eh?”
And with that we cut to black.
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Casie
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Post by Casie on Jun 21, 2021 10:38:52 GMT
Coven, co•ven / ˈkə-vən.
A group of Witches, often thought to be 12, with the Devil as its leader, but as has been proven over time these myths can only last for so long. They’ll travel the world from ocean to mountain, word of mouth is a very strong thing and by the time a story has circumnavigated the globe, it has been met with addendum after addendum, appendices upon appendices, much like every Holy book to have ever graced this planet…
You see the true nature of a Coven is just simply a basic group in which Witches are set to gather, a group who for all intents and purposes, follow the same belief system and culture. There’s no need for big pointy hats, broomsticks, cauldrons and black cats… Warts and green skin, shrill voices and cackles just don’t exist in the world of Witchcraft anymore. Television shows like Charmed or The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina and movies such as the Harry Potter series have really brought the reality of the world of Witches forward into the here and now, but even still there’s a long way to go, until we’re into full acceptance…
When Casie travelled to England to be there for her nephew, it had never crossed her mind that she was going to step back into the ring again… It had never dawned on her that she was going to be asked to don the cargo pants and hoodie that she hung up a few years ago and she almost certainly didn’t expect to be asked to mix her personal life in with her wrestling career, in fact none of them did… Her life as a Witch, a “Spell-Caster” or whatever else you wish to call her, to call The Coven, had never crossed paths with her other life as “Sultry” Casie Debonair, no matter where she found herself climbing between the ropes.
But now it was, only if to serve the one purpose that The Kindred were here in the IIW for and nothing else and so it came to be and as they always said, it is what it is. And as the scene opens for us right now, we find ourselves in some kind of cemetery setting, with Casie standing between two tombstones, dressed head to toe in a type of black funeral dress, including a veil covering her face as she looks up slightly with her eyes, her head continuing to be bowed as she does… Casie - ”Last week on First Class, a few people got very, very lucky when we met, in the number one contender invitational. I made the specific point of telling the rest of The Coven, not to interfere and some took advantage of that and well… Oh, you know what? (pulls off the veil) I really can’t do this!”
Casie strops away from the tombstones, which we now see are props and wanders back towards what appears to be the rear of The Courthouse gym and training school and where we learned previously is where Casie and Mercedes are living in an upstairs apartment. Mercedes can be seen running behind her now as they enter the premises, dressed in a pair of white sneakers, denim shorts and white t-shirt with her hair in pigtails. Casie pulls the black funeral dress off and throws it across the room, showing underneath she is wearing a pair of black sneakers, black pedal pusher leggings and a black strapless tank top. She walks through to the main gym area and unzips her bag which is lying there, grabbing a scrunchie and beginning to tie her hair back. MJ - ”Whats the matter, Cas?! Didn’t you like dressing up and pretending to be a Witch?!”
Casie - ”I can sense the sarcasm from here, but in truth no. I mean there’s a time and a place for dressing up but right now definitely isn’t the one and especially not if I’m going in as Winona Ryder in Beetlejuice!”
MJ - ”Classic movie though, chica!”
Casie - ”Oh! One hundred percent… But listen, you!”
Both girls turn their attention to us and we now notice what appears to be a red dot flashing in the corner, of our vision. The picture we see drops and a young man of about twenty-five, with shaggy blonde hair, dressed in a white “Ramones” t-shirt, black skinny jeans and a pair of black Moccasins is seen holding a large camera in hand. Casie - ”It’s Tony right?”
Man - ”Uh, Todd, miss!”
Casie - ”Ok, Todd… Tell me, when you guys from ugh! (yanks at a boom above her head and glares to her side) necessary right now?! When you guys from IIW called me initially…”
Todd - ”Oh, we’re not from IIW ma’am…”
Casie - ”Wait, you’re not?!”
MJ - ”What?! And she just let you into her home?! What are you some kind of pervs?! Are you from Playboy?!”
Todd - ”What?! No! We’re with IIW, we’re just not from IIW! We’re from Netflix…”
MJ - ”Oohh… Right… (looks away sheepishly and whispers) Sorry…”
Casie - ”So you guys don’t answer to Osh Vaughan or to Bob Mitchell? You go directly to Connor Briggs himself?”
Todd - ”That about sums it up, ma’am.”
Casie - ”Okay look you’ve got to stop calling me ma’am, please?! My name is Casie, Todd! And ok when you first approached us to do this reality TV gig, what did you call it?”
Todd - ”It’s called (clears his throat and spreads arms out as if making an announcement) The Coven! IIW’s IIW!”
Casie - ”Okay, catchy title… Current, relevant. And the second IIW stands for what?”
Todd - ”It stands for mehemhemehem”
MJ - ”Dude, did you just like… Mumble?! I mean you realise who we are and what we can do, right? You’re literally contracted to film an entire twelve episode season of us so far! Why are you being difficult?!"
Todd - "Sorry, it stands for (blushes hard) Insanely Insatiable Witches…"
MJ - "See?! Wasn't so hard was it, Toddington?! (giggles) you sure you're not from Playboy?"
Casie rolls her eyes at her niece and shoots her a look that tells her instantly to be quiet. She walks over to one of the leg press machines and lays back placing her feet in position and beginning to push as Todd follows her. Casie - ”So, tell me Todd, who’s idea was it, to request that we “hype up” our personalities or our (she does air quotes) “characters” so to speak? Who’s idea was it, Todd?”
Todd - ”Well, that would have been one of the heads in the marketing department. I guess they thought that bringing out the extra part of your persona and enhancing that, would…”
Casie - ”Make for good TV?”
MJ - ”If you want to see us, real, raw and bare you (licks her lips) might as well work for Playboy!”
Casie - ”Mercy! Enough with the Playboy! She has a point though, Todd… Not about the adult industry but about wanting to see us real, raw and unbranded… You shouldn’t be trying to filter us, or putting some kind of overlay on all this!”
Casie stops pushing her legs and sits herself up, grabbing her towel she throws it over her shoulder, Mercedes hands her a bottle of water which she cracks open and chugs back thirstily. She turns around and sees the woman who was holding the boom mic frantically writing down something on a notepad. She is of an average height, slim with short hair and an amazing figure, way too “pretty” to be merely a boom operator that’s for sure. Casie - ”Hey, butterfingers! What’s your name?”
Woman - ”It’s Francesca, Miss Debonair and I’m really sorry for almost dropping the boom on your head!”
Casie - ”Don’t worry about it, chick (smiles and shrugs) but tell me, what in the world can you be writing so fast, that I barely even noticed you’d put the boom down?”
Francesca - ”Oh it’s just your itinerary for the next week, appointments, meetings and everything… Just so I can work on the shoot schedule, to make this a smooth and fluid as possible.”
Casie - ”Wait a second, you have my itinerary for the next week? I don’t even know my itinerary for the next week! (holds her hand out) Can I see it?”
Partially relived and partially paranoid, Francesca hands over what she’s been scribbling down and stands back, biting on her fingers a little. Every now and then, Casie’s eyes glance up at the boom mic girl and she smiles inwardly, as she passes the notes over to Mercedes. Casie - ”Take a look at that, MJ, pretty much exactly what someone like me needs right now… Okay listen, Frankie, can I call you Frankie? (she smiles as Francesca nods) great! Well I’m gonna do a little more exercise, then what I’d like is if you and I could have a chat in the office? There’s something I’d love to discuss with you… Todd, feel free to keep rolling.”
Casie swiftly turns around and heads towards the office as Francesca looks at Todd, then Mercedes a little panicked, she swallows and begins walking after her before suddenly turning and headed back again to Mercedes. Francesca - ”Erm, am I in trouble??”
MJ - ”Quite the opposite I think chica!”
Mercedes shrugs and grins as Francesca takes off to catch up with Casie in the office, she turns around to face Todd just as he’s picking the camera back up and noticed the door to The Courthouse opening up and students beginning to enter, holding her hand up in front of the lens, she stops smiling. MJ - ”Nuh-uh Shaggy, I’ve gotta explain how this is gonna work to these guys before you start putting faces on TV! Follow me!”
She puts on her childish grin again, giggling and skipping off towards the students, as Todd follows closely behind, the scene melting into disarray.
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The screen is filled with dissipating static as a white symbol appears overlaid on a black screen. The symbol appears to be two hands holding a Pagan-like elemental emblem and the words “The Coven: IIW’s IIW (Insanely Insatiable Witches)” appears around the symbol. Narrator- ”They arrived in IIW, seemingly from out of the blue, three young women who wanted to prove their worth in the middle of the ring. But there’s a whole more to these girls than…”
The record player scratches as you’d likely expect in this situation and the scene is filled with The Coven leaning against the ropes of the ring inside The Courthouse. Casie - ”Oh stop it! We’re just three girls, who’ve been given a task and we’re looking to fulfil it in the only way we know how! In the ring!”
Steph - ”And if things happen, that mean we may have to resort to a good old fashion spell-casting, or hex then so be it!”
MJ - ”This is all fun and games to you guys watching at home, all entertainment! And you think that’s what we’re doing, entertaining you?! Oh no… This is very much real…”
The screen goes blank again and when it comes up we see Mercedes and Steph putting gloves and pads down, in the boxing part of the gym. Mercedes looks over in one of the corners then looks straight to Todd. MJ - ”Yo Toddmeister? Who’s the new boom guy? Where’s Francesca?!”
Todd - ”Oh, Francesca apparently quit yesterday… This is Harold (Harold looks up, salutes, goes back to working) he’ll be replacing her.”
MJ - ”Oh? Weird but, ok! Hi Harold! Anyway now, where is that pallide inepta canis exprimamus?!”
Voice - ”Im 'hic rubicundus luscus migra! Quomodo audes?!”
MJ turns around and Steph looks up as she finishes picking up fliers for the academy to see Casie is suddenly jogging down the steps from the apartment into the gym area, wearing a pair of white jeans and the same colour cami crop-top. She glares at MJ, who stares back before both girls begin laughing and almost falling about. MJ - ”Hah! Sorry we always talk to each other like that, family love!”
Casie - ”Alright, you know I think it’s about high time I spoke a bit on the last weeks events as well as my opponent for this week…”
Steph - ”F(censored)k Yeah!”
Casie - ”Exactly Steph!”
Steph - ”Huh? Exactly what?”
Casie - ”My opponent… Fiona Harris…”
Steph -”But, I never mentioned Fiona Harris?”
Casie - ”Yeah, I said about my opponent? And then you said… Okay never mind Steph, it’s okay! (turns to Mercedes) Look, MJ before I do all that I need…”
Before Casie can finish her words, the door to The Courthouse swings open and in walks Francesca. She is dressed very formally in a very snug fitting floral print dress and black heels. Everybody looks around at her and she stops, slightly awkward. MJ - ”Hey, I’m not sure you’re supposed to be here are you?? Didn’t you like walk out on the show yesterday?”
Todd - ”Yeah, Francesca! And I’ve got Harold now…(Harold looks up, salutes, goes back to working) He has replaced you…”
Casie - ”Actully guys, she’s here with me. After how much Frankie impressed me yesterday, I spoke to her in my office and offered her a PA position with me, here and with CDPR UK when it gets off the ground…”
Todd - ”Well, that’s a shock, but congratulations Francesca… And sorry but what’s CDPR UK?”
Casie - ”Well you’ll hear about it later down the line anyway. Basically I head up a PR company back in LA and am about to open up a UK branch of it, now I’m here!”
Steph - ”And you thought we were just a bunch of evil Witches, eh? Stick around you’ll learn more”
Casie drops a slight wink in Frankie’s direction and then makes a “follow me” gesture to the camera before she walks toward the training ring and rolls in under the bottom rope. She pulls herself up and swing around until she’s leaning against a turnbuckle. Casie - ”Also stick around because as I said, I need to address what happened at First Class last week, as well as my upcoming match with the IIW Women’s Champion, Fiona Harris… You see it’s no real secret that this match should never have been happening because I would have been preparing for my title match against Fi, instead! But alas it did not go as planned and things went completely against me.
Now was this some kind of karmic act because I asked both Steph and MJ to stay away from the action? (blows hair out of eyes) Who knows? But what I do know is that just maybe, I took Taylor Blazer slightly for granted. Let me just make it perfectly clear that if I did, it was completely unintentional, but my focus wasn’t there, no excuse just the facts of what happened and it is, what it is… You caught me Taylor you caught me good. But do you know who else caught me good? Little Mo-Mo.
Moira Arches… Damn do you ever mean business. Did you ever tell me that when we met in the ring you were going to have to do a few things you may not want to do, but you cannot tell me for one second that you did not enjoy them, can you Mo-Mo? You definitely checked me with that move you’ve got in your arsenal there, girl! What’s it called? New Age touch? Wow… I know a thing or two about the new age Moira about the planets, the solar system, the celestial signs and now I know a few things about seeing stars too… So thank you!
You, Moira, said before the match something about me being “the bad kid”, and I told you that sometimes you have to do things people might feel is wrong, you may end up having to do things that you end up questioning. I told you to look at the history of our fathers, of Riley Andrews, Shawn King and so on and since you’ve cost me a shot at the Women’s title you’ve said that I don’t get that you aren’t like those people, no you’re not… But they were like you and like you they are human.
It’s not me that doesn’t get it, Mo-Mo I wasn’t trying to compare you to anybody, I was merely trying to prepare you! Things happen, life happens! And whether you want to believe it or not, we all have a little darkness inside us, but you saying we’re either good or bad is a huge misnomer, Moira… Some of us just carry a darkness within and soon you’ll meet yours… (she smiles politely) Kudos on the win though, chick and I look forward to stepping into the ring with you again soon, but for now you’ve got a date with the Women’s Champion!”
Casie pushes herself away from the turnbuckle and begins to pace the ring. She stops short and just stands there as if in quiet contemplation. You can see her eyes are closed and her breathing is slightly shallow as she seems to be mumbling something under her breath. Todd and Harold watch on looking confused, whilst Steph and Mercedes have huge grins on their faces, Frankie is standing there in awe, whilst scribbling away on a notepad. Casie’s eyes snap open and Todd focuses in on her face, especially her eyes which are gleaming an Ice blue colour. She takes one long breath and continues. Casie - ”And speaking of the IIW Women’s World Champion, wow! What an incredible match that was between Victoria McKenzie and Fiona Harris am I right? And Fiona did everything in her power to come out on top and win that belt! (Paces the ring, applauding) And boy did she ever do it?! And now, now I’m the freaking warm up act for Fiona Harris to defend her IIW Women’s Title, against Moira Arches! I’m the damn opening act that keeps people distracted until the real shot to the arm comes along!
But you know something? That’s okay, because on First Class I’m going to make it my priority to show exactly where I should be, where The Coven should be, in this company… Because I’m sure you ladies have fought guys before right? I can’t be the only one? Well I’ve fought some guys and I can tell you, they’ve left me battered, bruised and completely rethinking this industry but I’ve never come across such tough competition as the girls here in IIW! So regardless of who I am, or what I am, I know where this path leads me and as far from a sorry as this is… If I were any one of you, I wouldn’t want to step into the ring with me either.
You know, Fiona, I may be a traditional American girl, born and raised on the East-Coast, New York City, among the hustle and bustle of money mixed in with the dirty nitty-gritty work of Hell’s Kitchen and lived most of my life on the West-Coast, Los Angeles, among the hustle and bustle of fame and fortune mixed in with the nitty-gritty work of the LACF… But I’ve always had a soft spot for you Canadians! Most of my close friends are Canadian as well as extended family, hey even little Mo-Mo is from there! So I definitely get the pride no doubt, and you guys can whip up a mean bannock and bacon with maple! But none of that is going to matter when we set foot in the ring. All I’ll see, is another opponent and this time one wearing the belt I’m destined to wear, in the very near future!”
Todd appears to be loving the footage going out for the show, as he’s grinning from ear to ear, changing his angle with the camera as Casie bounces against the ropes slightly, leaning on them. Casie - ”I thought it was really cute, Fiona, that you corrected Mel on my last name but then again everything about you (waves hand up and down signalling a figure to echo her words) is cute! But you know where that may work backstage or away from the arena, with the likes of Angry Kid’s genetically modified completely opposite clone, Curtis! It’ll take a lot more than a beautiful smile and batting eyelashes to beat me, in the ring… But then again I have no doubt that you already know this, you’re not naive and you didn’t get to where you are by thinking like that I would bet!
You’re worrying about whether or not you’ll be facing me alone or whether you’ll be going against The Coven, Fiona, well… Then you’ve already lost. Why let little details like whether or not it’ll be a fair fight get in the way of your own self confidence, Fi? You’re the damn Women’s Champion for crying out loud girl! (smirks and lowers her head) You’ve got nothing to worry about, don’t worry… I won’t allow either MJ or Steph to get involved, I’ve got a point to prove, Fiona… And it’s a big one! Now I’ve got things to get on with, as I’m sure do the other girls, enjoy the next couple of nights as the IIW Women’s Champion, Fiona because at First Class you’ll get your first taste of what it could be like to lose that pretty little belt!”
Casie grins and blows a kiss to the lens before doing a gymnastics back walkover to the ropes behind her and over the ropes onto the apron as everybody whoops, laughs and applauds and that same symbol appears on the screen and we cut to an internal IIW merchandising ad-break.
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Casie
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Post by Casie on Jun 22, 2021 16:26:42 GMT
Dun Duunnn!! It’s the noise that makes you sit up and pay attention when you’re typing on your phone, the sound that makes you run back in the room when you’re in the middle of making a coffee and even makes you stop talking to your friends, mid sentence. It has long since competed with the static of HBO and has been a worthy predecessor to the Viacom graphic… I am of course talking about the NETFLIX startup screen! And as it comes to life on this particular occasion we see that symbol that’s become oh so familiar, among IIW fans… The hands, holding the elemental symbol and the words scrawled across the screen “The Coven: IIW’s IIW (Insanely Insatiable Witches!) and a run of small vignettes from the last episode begin to play” Narrator - ”Last time on the show… Mercedes learned the lesson of not assuming everybody has some kind of connection with Playboy even if they do look like some hipster pump from the eighties and it’s her mind doing all of the dirty work! And Steph realised just how much work it took, handing out fliers to bring more students into the training school. We learned about Casie’s PR firm she has on the side of her Wrestling and saw how she convinced this shows very own boom operator, Frankie, to hand in her notice and become her PA! And now… Back to the action!
The screen fizzles out from the vignettes and we fade in on Mercedes storming down the stairs from the apartment of The Courthouse, towards the gym and ring area. She’s dressed in her traditional black cargo pants and “Coven” branded hooded top, her hair wet and dangling down her face; she looks every bit what you might expect from the main antagonist in an Oren Peli movie. She jumps down the last couple of steps waving her iPhone (other cellphones are available) in the air as she approaches the ring. MJ - ”Ok! So a few things! Firstly the water in the shower just isn’t working right! Secondly have you re…”
Mercedes stops short and stands looking across the ring. Down the makeshift aisle, just ahead of her, stand Casie and a very unbalanced Frankie. They’re talking and laughing as Frankie tries to hold herself up in some very fashionable Manolo Blahnik’s. Casie looks up, smiles and waves. Casie - ”Hey, MJ! What’s up?!”
MJ - ”Hey can I like, talk to you for a second?? Hey Frankie!”
Casie - ”Sure! (comes jogging over) hey, did you know that Frankie has never worn heels before??”
MJ - ”No, I did not… (waves arms in the air) what are you doing?!”
Casie - ”What do you mean??”
MJ - ”Did she stay the night, Cas?!”
Casie - ”Huh? Not that it’s your business, Mercy but no! She did not!”
MJ - ”Then why’s she here so early?!”
Casie - ”It’s almost midday…”
MJ - ”It is?! (looks at the clock) ahhh, okay, that’s my bad! But still what is going on here??”
Casie - ”Well I was thinking yesterday and I know when we decided to come into IIW together, we had a set plan, routine… But for business reasons I need Frankie with me at all times, so… I’ve asked Frankie to be my Manager, Valet or whatever, as well as my PA.”
MJ - ”Wait, what? Honestly? That girl has never been near a ring in her life! And she cannot walk in those Blahnik’s!”
Casie - ”But, have you heard her speak? (gets a dreamy look) she’s so intelligent and her accent!”
MJ - ”Okay yeah the accent is hot, what is it? Because I’ve not heard it up here much since we’ve been here.”
Casie - ”She’s from London, but the “posh area” I think… (goes silent for a bit, then looks MJ dead in the eye biting lip) I like her, Mercy…”
MJ - ”Well duh! That much is obvious… I mean, you’ve been single long before we flew out here, she’s very attractive but you don’t really know her…”
Casie - ”No, I don’t and that’s my very intention… I don’t even know if I’m her type! Anyway can we stop talking about this? She’s looking really awkward over there… (yells to Frankie) won’t be long, girl! Sorry! (turns back to MJ) now what’s up? You looked pissed when you came down here??”
Mercedes walks over to a bench set up near the gym equipment and throws her arms in the air, waving her iPhone around again. She holds it out for Casie to see whatever is on her screen then pulls it back as a slightly confused Casie sits beside her. MJ - ”Have you never seen this guy?! The site is called The WrestleJerk, got that right! He’s from here in Manchester and basically reviews different local promotions, the roster and what they’re about and all that sort of thing and yesterday he did something about us…”
Casie - ”Oh? Did he?”
MJ - ”Listen! (mimicks a voice) forget the Witches of Eastwick, these are the Bitches of the Northern Quarter! The Coven walked into the IIW following in the footsteps of International Champion, Tyler Debonair, attempting to do something “controversial” and yet all they’ve accomplished is, if they survive the next six months, become another Sage Beckett tribute band! (speaks normal again) Can you believe this guy?!”
Casie - ”Ok calm down, chick… What’s this guys name? Maybe you can get in contact with him and see if you can’t set up an interview? Smooth things over as it were?”
MJ - ”His name is Miles, Miles Henson or something… So kind of like damage control?”
Casie - ”Well kind of, as we’ve done nothing wrong. Better yet, find where his office is, take Steph because I know she can keep you calm and go have a word with him…”
Mercedes stands there for a bit looking like she wants to murder somebody, before grinning madly shrugging and skipping off, dialling Steph’s number on her phone. Casie yells for Frankie to follow her to her office as we cut to another one of those IIW internal merchandising ad-breaks…
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Two commercials later (if you must know, body spray and action figures) and the screen flips back to life with Casie sat in the Courthouse office wearing black riding boots, jeans tucked into them and a white v-neck form fitting tee-shirt. In her hands is something we can’t quite see, but appears to be made out of different kinds of materials and she seems to be pulling or prodding at it… On the other side of the desk, sits Frankie who’s dressed in white sneakers now, denim jeans and a white tee-shirt, typing away on a phone. Casie - ”So two jobs in twenty-four hours for you, eh Frankie? Are you sure you’re comfortable jumping straight into the world of IIW?”
Frankie - ”I’m still trying to find my feet as your PA in a PR firm, miss Debonair… So, yes (she laughs) it’ll be a doddle!”
Casie - ”Hehe, doddle! I love that… But please, call me Casie as I said the other day… One thing I’ve noticed about you, Frankie is that you don’t seem phased at all by me, or the other girls. You aren’t one of those who think what we do is all fake, are you?”
Casie sits up straight and leans against the desk, still playing with the material toy she has in her hands. Frankie clicks her tongue, tapping her fingers on her phone as if in thought, then she too sits herself up and leans in too. Frankie - ”Firstly no of course I don’t think Wrestling is fake! But Casie, I’m British… We’re typically known for embracing the, how would you put it? Unconventional? Strange? Weird…? I also went to boarding school… (smirks and sits back) Besides, you sound very cute when you speak Latin!”
Casie isn’t sure if she’s blushing or not, but the butterflies in her stomach are making her want to vomit right where she sits. She isn’t sure how to react as she drops her little toy on the floor and hurriedly picks it back up, realising that Frankie has been talking to her for the last thirty seconds. Casie - ”I’m sorry, what?”
Frankie - ”Your match this week, against Fiona Harris? What are you thinking? I mean that girl is the Women’s Champion for a reason, I’m sure that isn’t lost on you?”
Casie - ”Of course it’s not, as I said before this is a match that I’m cherishing and one that I’ve been waiting for. Not to go against Fiona necessarily, but whoever holds the title in the company… Who, at this particular point in time just happens to be point in time just happens to be, Fiona! And it doesn’t even matter that the match in question isn’t for the belt, it just matters that I prove the point that I can beat the person who’s holding that belt… And at First Class this week, Fiona Harris has the privilege of being that person.
What people don’t seem to get is that when The Coven first set foot in IIW, we didn’t care who’d be standing on the other side of the ring from us, we had no say in that… We didn’t care if we were pit against friend or foe because the outcome was already written, so it came to pass and as we’ve always said, it is what it is. Nothing can change the path you’re put on, you can only follow it and see where it takes you much like I’m doing right now. This week I’ve got a match against the IIW Women‘s Champion, Fiona Harris and I’ll be going in there as if it were for that belt she’s carrying! I’m not letting this match be a wasted one, not for anything…”
Suddenly Frankie reaches into her bag and chucks something at Casie that makes her recoil and jump back a little. She shakes her head and splutters as we see that Frankie has chucked water over her, the two start laughing as Casie continues to splutter. Casie - ”What the heck was that?!”
Frankie - ”Holy water… I’m sorry! I was trying to get upto speed with IIW yesterday and who your opponent was so I watched Fiona‘s latest promo! Her dad had said something about using holy water on you so I wanted to prove the point that that’s all a nonsense myth and didn’t want to tell you…”
Casie - ”So I couldn’t be prepared and feign non reaction… (smiles broadly) that’s sweet, erm smart! Very smart… And you’re right it is a myth. Any notion that water can burn or melt a “witch” for example was started with The Wizard of Oz… But think about the initial theory, if you tossed someone into water and they floated they were a Witch and would be burned at the stake, if not, they wouldn’t be but they’d drown anyway. It was nothing more than paranoid Political heresy… And this seems to seep into the blood and minds of people in the twenty-first century, sadly!
But I also watched Fiona’s promo last night while I was deciding what I should be doing and I’ve got to say I admire her drive and determination to be the best she can be. The best athlete, the best woman, the best Champion… Just so long as she realises that she’s a very lucky girl that the title isn’t on the line, this week! Fiona I heard you say that you were surprised that Steph and Mercedes didn’t get involved during my match last week, why are you? Things happen just the way they should as I keep pointing out to people. If there was a need for them to have been there, they would have been, but it wasn’t necessary… In the slightest. The same as this week, oh I’m sure you’ll have your enemies want to get involved, Fi, you’re the Champ after all but none of that will be coming from my end sweetie…
This’ll be your first match after winning the title, Fiona and your first chance to show that your win wasn’t a fluke and wasn’t just because of the interference from Taylor Blazer… I mean, it wasn’t right? So why all the worrying? We’ll set the ring on fire don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, Fi! But do know this and do worry about this… I’m coming with a whole lot of A-Game and a whole lot of something to prove to you and to everybody else in the back! I answer to nobody just remember that, so me leaving the girls behind or not will be my choice… Not yours! I’ll see you in the ring, Champ!”
As if on cue, the phone rings as Casie is finishing her little shoot, she looks at Frankie who appears to be yet again, in awe, as she smirks and picks up the phone. Casie - ”The Courthouse?”
MJ - ”Hey auntie Casie, it’s me.”
Casie - ”Hey! Did you find that Miles guy??”
MJ - ”Ah, yeah, about that… So like, we found his office, well I say office it’s like a basement place… Attached to his moms house…”
Casie - ”Ok, go on?”
MJ - ”Well his mom was really upset, she said he’d not been feeling well the last few hours or something. The ambulance came and rushed him to hospital, suspected appendicitis!”
Casie - ”Oh yikes! That doesn’t sound good! Okay you guys better just come back here… I’ll see you soon!”
Casie hangs up the phone and we notice on the computer, is the WrestleJerk website that Mercedes had told her about and it’s on the profile of Miles, the guy running it. Casie looks up at Frankie with an expression of slight sheepishness and guilt as she pulls up the material toy she’s been playing with and we notice it’s a type of voodoo doll, made to resemble Miles Henson of WrestleJerk. Casie - ”Oops?”
Culpa est nihil.
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