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Post by Osh Vaughan on Jun 27, 2021 15:18:31 GMT
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Post by Moira Arches on Jul 3, 2021 2:40:41 GMT
-Sweat It Out-
*** Good versus Evil. A story as old as time itself. A heroic, righteousness against the heinous, malevolence in an endless struggle. We have seen it play out over and over throughout history. Sometimes evil prevails and plunges the world into a long lasting darkness. Other times, the forces of good come out on top. Even in the world of literature and media, we want to see this battle happen before us. Some of us want to see the journey of the honorable come to fruition in the ultimate victory over the wicked; others simply just want to see things crumble down around them. But what happens when two foes find that they swing from the same side of the pendulum? The story of good versus good is never as compelling. Or is it? Some might say that it creates a unique dynamic in which one side is almost destined to turn to underhanded tactics to secure a victory; other people might say it is a test of who can withstand that urge to do just that. But who is to say who is right or wrong when both sides claim to be virtuous? What you might think is living life on the right path could be considered the complete opposite to someone else. Being happy and positive and outgoing while also being enamored by fame and money can be such an example. Feeling like you are only doing the right thing to impress others while fighting the desire to do the opposite can be another.And it is somewhere in the middle of that difference in ideology that Moira Arches now finds herself to be in. She has been thrusted into the world of good versus good, without much time to prepare for it. The challenge faced before her is one of determination and confusion. Her mind wanders at the thought of doing the right thing; both regarding herself and to her opponent. How can you be expected to stand by your morals when the alternative could mean accomplishing something that you have worked so hard to accomplish? How can someone fault you for doing everything you can to earn what you must earn. That is the struggle that you will not have when it is as black and white as it is against evil. And that is shade of gray that engulfs a person like smoke in the situation Moira is in now. It is yet another balancing act in her life that she must try and maintain and come out of on the other side the kind of person she strives to be. A good person. One who stands up for what they believe in and works hard to make their dreams come true. Not only for herself, but for those that care about her most in life. And for her fans. She trains to be the best so that no one can question the fact that she is. And she does the things she does in the right way so that no one can question her heart. Because no matter what happens in the end, she believes that if you stay true to yourself, you will come out on top. And whatever good is to come of it, will come of it the right way. Win or lose, I will not let myself down. I will not allow myself to falter. Not again. Moira had been spending the day in the small local gym she had joined, choosing to not take up the IIW’s offer of working out at their official gym or weight room. She wanted to do things her way and knew the routine that she had developed the past few years since becoming a wrestler. She knew what worked, and that was dingy old gyms with near-rusted weights. She liked the way you had to work just a little bit harder to get the most out of the place and thought it gave her regime more than if she had just been using the fancy weight machines and luxuries of modern gyms. It also helped that the place she found was hardly ever busy and she usually had the entire female locker room to herself. After the particularly hard cardio session she had just put her body through, she needed a good long steam in the decades old sauna this place had. She also knew that she had enough time to start recording her thoughts about her upcoming title match with Fiona Harris at the PPV before the lens on her camera would fog over. So, in her towel and nothing else, she propped her phone up and hit record before leaning back on the wooden bench. She looked exhausted from her workout, but she also had a huge grin on her face and brightness to her eyes. Moira Arches: “Okay, so bear with me, but I have to get to this first and foremost as it is super exciting news! I know I have mentioned that I have people here in the IIW that are like family to me…Casie, MJ, and the like…but now I can proudly say that I have actual family here now too! My cousin Addison Andrews officially signed her contract to join the IIW and I could not be more ecstatic! Her and I trained together at the Young Breed Academy, and I know from experience that she is going to be an incredible addition to First Class. You have all seen by now the kind of talent that comes out of that school, and she is just as good and probably better than me in the ring. We have seen an influx of female talent sign contracts in the past few days here in the IIW, but I will one hundred percent stand by the fact that Addison is going to end up being one of the best. And she will definitely end up challenging for the title sooner rather than later.” Moira Arches: “Speaking of talent being good enough to challenge for a title, I’d like to congratulate the two women that I competed against at the last episode of First Class, Charlotte Vaughan and Victoria McKenzie. You are both top tier competition, and the match was just as hard hitting as I think everyone expected it to be. So far, I have had to go through multiple women in both of my matches on television, and this one may have been even harder than the Battle Royal was. It felt good finally shutting Charlotte up by choking her voice away, but she did hold her own, and then some. And Victoria is probably the most physically opposing wrestler we have here, and you feel it the next day after being in the ring with her, for sure. And I have to say, Victoria, I appreciate the fact that you seem to be trying to make amends for your previous actions. I can relate a lot to that, because it’s been something that I’ve been trying to do for years now. I told you a few weeks ago that I could see something in you that was better than the way you presented yourself. I knew that you weren’t just some heartless bully, but rather someone who had more promise than that. I hope that what you say is genuine, because I think if you stick with it, you’ll find that the path back to the title you once held will end up meaning a lot more when you win it again with this new mindset.” She could feel the heat finally begin to rise in the room, though from her recent experience at this place, she knew she still had a lot of time before she would have to cut the promo. Moira Arches: “But whatever path there is back to winning the title for Victoria, and anyone else for that matter, will soon end at me. Because in not too much longer from now, I will be standing tall in the middle of the ring once more, holding the IIW Women’s Championship high in the air. If you had asked me if I thought I would have the opportunity to win the title, or even compete for it, in my third ever professional match…I would have been honest and said you’re crazy. I sometimes still have to remind myself that it is actually happening and that it isn’t just one big, fabulous dream I’m going to wake up from any moment. I probably have visible marks from the number of times I have pinched myself the past few weeks. I knew that I had a lot of talent, and I knew that if I put my mind to something, my body will follow, and I’ll be successful. It’s what always happened during gymnastics, but I really never thought I’d have adapted to wrestling as well as I have so far. But I guess, considering where I came from, it shouldn’t be too big of a surprise. The whole reason I got into this business was to reconnect with family and make a name for myself rather than the one that my father made for me. And now I’m going to have the chance to do that so soon in my young career? You can’t ask for much more than that, I have got to say.” She wipes a bit of sweat that had begun to form on her brow, before continuing from where she had left off. Moira Arches: “Winning the title has been all I can think about. It’s all I have focused on since winning that Invitational and knowing that I had earned a shot at it. I think about it all the time, even when I’m trying not to. I imagine what it will feel like to go through hell and back in the ring, only to have my arm raised and be able to call myself a champion. I never really understood it when my dad or my uncle would talk about it, but I do now. I liked winning competitions and medals as a kid, but nothing could ever compare to how it would feel to win a championship belt in the world of wrestling. And you know why that is? Because it takes just so much more out of you to do it that it becomes the most important thing in your life. I have done absolutely nothing else but focus on my mind and my body to be the very best that I can be when it comes time for the Explosion PPV. Every waking moment I am either pushing my body to be better or plotting in my mind all the different scenarios I may face in the match and what I can do to still come out on top. It is that kind of deadly focus that makes me better than any other women we have here in IIW, as I have already shown so far. In just two matches alone, I have withstood the test by beating nearly the entire women’s roster. There is only one more person standing in my way of making all this time and energy and effort worth it…Fiona Harris.” Moira Arches: “Hey Champ, how ya doing? I just want to let you know, from one Ontarian to another, that I appreciate what you have done in the ring so far up to this point. You went through a war to win the thing, and even though the ending wasn’t exactly a clean affair, I can’t fault you for that because I fell victim to the same circumstances to earn my shot at you. I think under any other circumstances, you and I could even become pretty good friends. You seem like the sort of person that I could use in my life…someone carefree, someone who likes to have fun, someone who just wants to have a good time. But unfortunately, for you, I’m not carefree at all. I worry a lot…I worry about if I’m doing whatever it takes to be the best in the ring. I worry about whether I’m pushing my body to the limit. I worry about if I have studied enough tape on my opponents. I can’t just act like none of that really matters and walk around just waiting for my next opportunity to crack a joke or sell a product. And the only fun that the two of us will be having is probably not going to be much fun for you at all…because you’ll either be gasping for air as I choke you out or seeing stars after I kick your head off.” She was getting visibly sweatier now, with the heat rising in the room. She knew that the screen was likely to be getting a bit dotted with condensation, but that was the last of her worries now. The deadly focus in her eyes told the story. Moira Arches: “You seem to live your life following a mantra that I just don’t understand. I mean, I get that you want to do things that make you happy, but at what cost? Can you afford to be so blasé when it comes time to face me in the ring? I have been the number one contender for weeks now and all you have had to say in that time is playing geography? I hope for your sake that you took the time to go back and rewatch the matches I have had here in the IIW so far. But something about you tells me that you have not…that you’re unprepared and too preoccupied with other things to worry about a little thing like scouting for a match. Maybe it’s being too focused on selling t-shirts or maybe it’s being too focused on trying to date other superstars? Whatever it might be, I will give you a little bit of free advice. Try taking something serious for once and not just rely on your physical ability or your charm to get by. Because I can tell you right now that it’s not going to work when you get in the ring with me.” Moira Arches: “No, see, you’re going to have to dig a lot deeper than just wanting to hold onto your title if you want to have a chance at beating me. Whatever carefree attitude you’ve been able to coast on so far in FCPW and the IIW isn’t going to cut it when you’re standing in my way of becoming the champion. Do you see the look in my eyes, Fiona? Or is it too foggy now? Either way, do you know what they are saying? Do you know the secrets they hold? Probably not…but I can tell you that they’re doing a poor job of hiding years and years of self-doubt and pain and regret the likes that you’ve probably never had to face. But if you look a little bit closer you might see something else in them…determination. And it is that determination that is going to pin you to the mat at the PPV.” She knew that she did not have much time now, so she stood up from the bench and got closer to the phone in the hope that at least some of her was still visible on the screen. Moira Arches: “Look, I haven’t known you long, but I know you’re a prideful person. I know you’re a good person, even. And I know that you are the champion for a reason…you are a tough competitor and someone worthy to be holding that title. But none of that is going to matter once you and I finally face off in the ring together. You may have more experience than I do, but I think my training holds up and makes up the ground. I also have access to some of the best minds this business has ever seen, and you can guarantee that I have been hitting them up for weeks now in preparation for our match. As I said before, there hasn’t been a minute gone by in my day that I haven’t been thinking about the match or training for it. And it will be like that every day between now and the PPV up until the moment that I beat you and hear my music hit.” Moira Arches: “But there is still a long way to go before then, and I know this, Fiona. And I hope that you realize that I’m coming at you with everything I have. You have never faced someone with the kind of conviction that I have right now, I can guarantee that much. There has been something growing deep inside my soul from the moment I stepped off the plane here in Manchester. This won’t be the last time you hear from me between now and then, but I wanted to let you know just what you’re up against. And I advise you to take my words not as a warning or a threat, but as a promise. The Absolute is coming for that title you love showing off and there isn’t a thing in this galaxy, or any other, that is going to stop that from happening!” She knew it was likely that her last few words were said through a complete fog, but that was probably a good thing as she had gotten so into what she had been saying that she had not realized that her towel had fallen open. It was that kind of deadeye focus no nothing but her upcoming match that both amazed her and scared her a bit. She never knew that she had that kind of drive in her just waiting to be unlocked. But it felt good, in a way, and she was going to continue pushing forward and following that path until the very end. And that end will be at the PPV, when she beats Fiona Harris for her IIW Women’s Championship. After that, a whole new journey will begin, but that is best left for another day. The already blurred image now fades to black.
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Post by Moira Arches on Jul 7, 2021 7:05:19 GMT
-Sending Out an S.O.S-
***It is not an obsession. It is just a passion. That is what a lot of people must tell themselves just to justify something in their life that has too much of their focus. Even the purest obsessions can cause strife in a person’s life; or at least cause it for those around them. On the outer layer of things, a man who spends nearly all his waking hours building model trains is not hurting anything or anyone. He is just doing what makes him happy any moment that he can. But what about his wife who has not spent a real, genuine moment with him in years? The time lost is something that she will never get back. But in his eyes, he was just doing something that he loved and needed to do. He cannot understand how giving his all to something so harmless could ever be the cause of something so sad. But what about other obsessions that clearly are damaging to not only those around the person, but to the person themselves? Why do we still try and justify those kinds of compulsions? Is it a failure of the human character or are we just selfish and want to gratification? But how can a person be judged by others for giving it their all? Why would it be okay for someone to suggest that they dial it back and re-center themselves? Who gives someone else that right to tell someone what they should or should not focus on, even when it might cause trouble as a ripple effect? Some people just are not wired to be any other way than ultra-focused on whatever thing that has their attention. And though they may even realize that it is not always healthy or a good thing, they cannot help it and must dive deeper into the obsession. It becomes the only thing that has any bit of importance and is the only thing that their mind can truly focus on. It was in this sort of mindset that Moira Arches often found herself to be living in. Whether she was hyper-focused on becoming the best gymnast she could be or wondering why she could never rectify her family life and the way she felt towards her parents. More recently, she has been focused on nothing but becoming an incredible wrestler and winning the IIW Women’s Championship. She knew that was just replacing one passion for another in a long line of them, but it was all she could stand to think about during the day. She had to win the championship at the PPV and there was nothing that was going to stop her from making that desire a reality. But what if she falls short? What if she does not win? How is she going to handle that? You can’t think like that, Moira. Not now. Besides, she had other things to worry about at this moment. She was pacing back and forth in her dingy little flat, contemplating whether to make a phone call that she had been struggling with to make. She knew that she wanted what she was going to ask to happen, but for some reason still found it so hard to have the courage to make the call and ask. She was afraid of being let down. Again. But she had to do it, she had to call her father. She knew with the time difference that he likely was not going to answer and had already fallen asleep, but she had to call now or else she might run out of time to ask her question. Moira Arches: “Hi Dad. I know you’re sleeping, and if you wake up after I’m done with this message, don’t feel like you have to wake up and call me back. Just call me as soon as you wake up tomorrow. Look, I just wanted to see…oh geez…I wanted to call and ask you if you’d like to accompany me to the ring Explosion PPV? I know you’re probably thinking how can you if you aren’t a contracted performer, but I already got that cleared up if you said yes. Sooo…will you please say yes? I need you here, I’m not sure I can do this on my own. It’s all happened so fast and I am just not sure I am ready. I need you. Okay…please let me know soon, the PPV is in a few days. Okay, love you, tell mom I love her too, bye.” She took a breath for the first time in what felt like ten minutes. She was feeling something else now but was not sure what it was. It was not relief, but also wasn’t the usual stress that ate away at her any time she had something important to do. For now, she’d just have to accept that whatever it was she was feeling must have been important and added it to the pile of emotions she had been feelings for the past week.***The scene fades into view as The Absolute Moira Arches seen standing in front an official IIW promo screen. She is wearing jeans, a blue halter style top, a bomber style jacket, and a pair of blue aviator shades. She was ready to cut her first official IIW promo, and though she had practice at the local test shows that the Young Breed Academy put on during her training, she had yet to ever do a real one like this. It was another moment in which she probably should have felt nervous or like an imposter, but there were no feelings like that inside of her right now. It was as if she had been transformed into an entirely different person. She was no longer just Moira Arches, the wide eyed but nervous girl from Canada that wanted to be a wrestler like the rest of her family. She was The Absolute Moira Arches, the undefeated and current number one contender to the IIW Women’s Championship.
Moira Arches: “Fiona, where are you at, girl? It’s getting close to the PPV and we still haven’t heard from you at all? Are you okay? Should we send help? An S.O.S, by chance? I can’t imagine that someone like you would be avoiding the match, right? That isn’t the kind of thing that I would expect from the kind of person that I think you are, and that the rest of the IIW seems to think you are. There has to be something else going on that has caused you to go completely dark, right? This doesn’t seem like the sort of thing that you would do. It’s your first official title defense of a belt that you fought so hard to win, and you’re just going to brush that off and not speak up about it? I have to wonder if it’s something that I have said or have done? You wouldn’t just be…afraid of facing me, right Fiona?”
Moira Arches: “I can’t imagine that’s why you haven’t been around. You know that the two of us are going to put on an incredible display of athleticism and desire and drive in our match. It’s going to be a battle of two people who give it their all and fight for what we believe in. I don’t quit, and from what I have seen and heard of you, you aren’t a quitter either. This match is meant to be special. It’s going to be your first title defense, and it’s going to be my first title shot. We have taken far different roads to get to this point, but here we are. Some people might even say that we could steal the show with just how much talent the two of us possess. We could end up having the match of the night. Could you imagine? So, I have to ask, once again…where are you, Fiona? Why are you letting everyone down? Why are you letting ME down?”
She lifts the glasses from her eyes so that they are resting in place on the top of her head before continuing.
Moira Arches: “I wanted to take on the very best that the wrestling world had to offer in the female ranks. That’s why I came to the IIW. It’s why I moved from Canada to the UK. I knew that this place was building the best roster of female talent in the entire world, and I wanted to help be part of that. I was, and still am, brand new to this thing. But I have already carved a path to making a name for myself. I outlasted nearly the entire roster, including the person who just beat you, Casie Debonair. And then I outlasted the person you beat for the title, Vic McKenzie, in a triple threat match. That’s two matches, Fiona. TWO. And I have already cut my way through the roster and am now ready to take you on at the very top. It’s all I can think about. It’s all I can focus on. I am counting down the days like it’s Christmas and I’m five all over again. Only, instead of a cute new doll to play with, I get to play with you in the ring. I get to pick you apart, piece by piece, and then I get to decide when it’s time to stop playing and end the game.”
Moira Arches: “That is all dependent of whether or not you show up on Sunday, of course. Part of me wonders if Casie and the rest of them haven’t turned you into a frog and are keeping you in a jar or something. Or maybe she just got into your head and you haven’t been able to show your face again because of embarrassment at losing to her? If that is the case, you shouldn’t feel bad about losing to Casie. She may be kind of crazy, but she’s a Debonair. And if there is one thing the wrestling world show know by now, it’s that the Debonair family is top class between the ropes. I know that losing your first match after winning the title probably wasn’t what you had in mind, but you shouldn’t feel ashamed by it. And you shouldn’t let that get in the way of the two of us having a great match at the PPV.”
She was much more serious looking now, having calmed down from the electric energy that she had at the start of the promo. She knew that she had a lot more to say, but also knew that this was a different animal than what she was used to in terms of getting her message out there for the world to see.
Moira Arches: “I am going to ask you for one thing, and only one thing, champ. Please, please, please do not take me lightly. I need to have you at your best when we face off. I want things to be perfect. I want to be able to say that I beat Fiona Harris at her very best, fair and square. I want to hold that title belt high in the air after an all-out war with you. I want to be able to say that it took everything in me to take you down and beat you. I want to the world to no longer wonder who I am and where I came from. I want them to know my story, know my history, and know that I have the skills and the talent to back up my words. I think I have done a good job of that so far, and I want to be able to prove to everyone…including you, that I am better than you. Not because I’m a better wrestler, but because I have more focus. I want it more. This isn’t a vanity project for me, or something to do just for fun. This is my life now, my livelihood. And I’m going to prove to the world of wrestling why I deserve this title shot and why I deserve to be champion at the PPV. I just hope that the Fiona Harris that I think I know is the one that decides to show up. My story is only just beginning, and you are just another page in the prologue, Fiona. Just be sure you’re actually a part of it and show up.”
With that, she walks away from in front of the camera as the scene fades to black. It was out of her element, and she may not have gotten every point across from the notes that she had been studying beforehand, but she could say that she was happy with how it went. As she was walking down the hall back towards the dressing room, she noticed that she had a new voicemail on her phone. It was from her father. Suddenly, her heart jumped, and her mind began to go back through the highlights of emotions once more. She wanted to listen but was not sure if she could handle what the message was going to say.
Just do it, you dork.
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