Post by BookerShark on Jul 10, 2012 20:59:03 GMT -5
Firewoman is sitting on pallets in the loading dock smoking, again, looking down, deep in thought. Quorras starts to walk slowly up but Firewoman does see her.
FW: Yes?
Q: I'm...I'm supposed to interview you.
FW: You are Alex's interviewer.
Q: Well, yeah, but...he said you two could...share me.
Firewoman looks up with a raised eyebrow and a smile.
FW: Did he, now....
Q: Actually, I'm not here to interview you.
FW: Good. I'm not in the mood.
Q: But Alex does want you to come back to the suites.
FW: Why?
Q: Because you've been going off by yourself a lot and--
FW: Did he send you?
Q: No.....not really.....but I can tell, he's mopey when you're not there. Or concerned. He lit these candles and--
FW: He's just meditating. I just...I gotta figure some things out, it's fine.
Q: Okay, but...well--
FW: So if you're not interviewing me, Quorras, we're done.
Q: There's no--
Quorras is stopped from explaining the lack of 'S' in her name with a glare, and then sighs and walks away. The Brave Little INC stays floating there.
FW: I take it you're staying.
BLINC: *float*
FW: Yeah, well, be careful. I've been in some crazy promos today, and I just throttled someone who came to me for help, who I had OFFERED to help, who has helped me out, in one way or another.
BLINC: *float*
FW: Yeah, I did help him out and we had a good session, but ... I mean, what the heck is wrong with me. He just offered to talk.
BLINC: *float*
FW: I know...but really, who do I have to talk to? I mean, REALLY. Alex says whatever I want or think is fine. Moose, when he's talking to me, tells me whatever I want or think is wrong, or stupid, or "not me." Stank has his own problems to deal with, with his own brother. LD, I think is just humoring me most of the time. Lucky tells me what is statiscally the most likely outcome and what my contract says. Even Dr. Freedman says "Well, how do you feel about what you think, Fire?" No, you know who I need?
BLINC: *float*
FW: Davin. Davin, even before he knew we were related would always say exactly what I needed to hear, even if I didn't want to hear it. I mean, when I was tricking Attitude Adjuster into thinking I was pregnant, Davin went out and bought an entire nursery set for me...he came and got me after Alex was...done....
She rubs her forehead in memory, and falls silent for a minute.
BLINC: *float*
FW: So he would be the one to tell me if everything I'm about to do is stupid or not. But he's not here. So...here it goes.
Fire takes a deep breath.
FW: Mai, Stan was right. It was damn selfish of me to break into Wyatt's compound just to tell you what I needed to. And...Dr. Freedman was right. The way I did it even after that...I can fall on the excuse that old habits die hard, but that really doesn't excuse it, so I'm sorry. I'd come to the locker room, but Stan would probably crush me on sight. But Mai, I do want you to know that...well, I meant what I said. And...
Fire holds up her wrist with the trust bracelet.
So....don't make me take this off, okay?
BLINC: *float float*
FW: Wait...did you just try to tell me something?
At that moment, Alexis Darling walks up.
FW: Hey, Lexie.
LD: What are you doing out here?
FW: I think I've just made actual first contact with a new sentient life form.
LD: Huh?
FW: Smoking, Lexie. I'm smoking. Why?
LD: Alex knows you're smoking. He's not happy.
FW: Well, duh, you'd have to be stupid to not notice. Besides, I'm still tapering. I'm allowed to taper down.
LD: Two smokes in the last three promos is tapering?
FW: *frustrated* What do you want, Lexie?
LD: Where have you been?
FW: Helping Vic and then--
LD: No, I mean, you're just...not around.
FW: You too? Look, we've been training every day, working out, running, watching tapes. I've been at my therapy sessions, I've even squeezed in some quality time with Alex, so I don't know what you all are talking about.
LD: Dr. Freedman said at our session that--
FW: Oh yeah, the 'get-together-and-talk-about-Fire-behind-her-back' meetings.
LD: That's not what they are.
FW: Lexie...I'm just....I need some space to figure some things out, okay?
LD: Well, Alex wants to go get dinner and--
FW: Just go without me. You can go in my place...or your place, whatever.
LD: Huh?
FW: I'm fine, Lexie...just go.
LD: But--
FW: Go on, I'll catch up with you guys when you get back.
LD: Fine.
Alexis storms off, mad. The Brave Little INC stays there though.
FW: Damn, you're persistent.
BLINC: *float float*
FW: Okay, Power and Glory. Edna and Clio. They've been on quite the little win streak, and now they get to be in the big time, going for the titles, steppin' on up to number one. Wyatt's been touting his training regimen, and getting all kinds of adherents to that.
Well, Wyatt, you admit being out of the game for a while. And yeah, Stan and Mai were really good in the ring. REALLY good. I mean, that was one of the most lopsided matches I've been in for a while.
But you know what? In the end? Alex and I won. All the super training in the world didn't matter.
Wyatt's training just might be the equivalent of the latest grapefruit and cabbage diet, or whatever's big now. Sure, you'll lose weight in the beginning. But you won't be able to sustain it, and the weight will come back. It's all flash, no substance.
Of course, Stan and Mai haven't been working with it their entire lives. Power and Glory, the undefeated team, have. Well, there's something else to think about, besides the quality of their training. No one they've been in the ring with has ever worked with them as a team before.
Except me.
Fire smiles
Now I know there's lots of talk about that. "Did Fire throw the match?" Did I? Didn't I? *batistalaughs* Doesn't really matter, does it? A win is a win right? Did I do it because I wanted to give an opportunity to two very talented female wrestlers? Because I owe it to pave the way for the women who come after me?
Fire giggles at the potential double-entendre.
Or was I just outdone, outclassed, out wrestled, two-on-one, with two very talented and attractive women.
BLINC: *float*
FW: So here we are. Los Angeles. The city of angels. The city I landed in after Japan, after Alex scraped together the last bit of money he had to make sure I got out of dodge safely. I'm assuming he used his other contacts as well to make sure no one came after me...
BLINC: *float*
FW: Ancient history. The point is, that's a terrible name for a city. Ain't no angels here. And there won't be any angels in that ring. I make no secret of my past and my present struggles. Wyatt wants to make a DVD of things people already know? Good for him. He wants to edit my promos in a way that would make Fox News be jealous? Go ahead. People can watch OOWF-TV and see the full thing.
BLINC: *float*
FW: Anyway....Edna and Clio....I'll tell you. I knew they weren't missionaries. No virginal missionaries I've ever seduced have ever been quite that eager. And none of them have had bodies like that either. Especially Clio....Seriously, if things were different.....
BLINC: *float*
FW: But I digress. The simple fact is that I've been in the ring with the two of them before. No one else on the roster had before their match. I've been watching their progress. Matching it with what I know about them from inside the ring and from our evening together. I have a perspective on that which no one else does. Will I use it?
Damn straight I will.
Wyatt, you can get all dark and mysterious all you want about their past. So Clio got attacked. One out of four women get attacked. That doesn't make her unusual. That makes her normal. If you wanna compare experiences sometime, best you get a good night sleep. I got stories that will give you insomnia for weeks.
Phoenix Rising is keeping these belts. We've defeated some of the best in the business to be here, and we aren't going anywhere. We ARE Phoenix Rising. And you're just--
AD: Oh ENOUGH with stealing the catchphrases.
FW: *hurriedly putting out her cigarette, but also reaching to the chain with her wedding band on it* Hey, what's mine is yours, yours is mine, remember?
AD: *laughing* No, I don't actually. And neither do you.
FW: I thought you were going to get food?
AD: I was waiting for my wife to join me.
FW: Take Lexie.
AD: *sigh* Lexie is not you.
FW: *missing the point* I'm not hungry, I'm--
AD: To busy brooding to notice you're hungry. We'll get to the restaurant and you'll be eating everything in sight.
FW: *another eyebrow raise* Everything?
AD: C'mon...let's go.
He offers a hand. Fire looks at it, and then hops down off the pallets unassisted. Alex rolls his eyes, jokingly, and offers his arm, which Fire takes, and they walk out toward the Bugatti parked a little bit away.
FW: Yes?
Q: I'm...I'm supposed to interview you.
FW: You are Alex's interviewer.
Q: Well, yeah, but...he said you two could...share me.
Firewoman looks up with a raised eyebrow and a smile.
FW: Did he, now....
Q: Actually, I'm not here to interview you.
FW: Good. I'm not in the mood.
Q: But Alex does want you to come back to the suites.
FW: Why?
Q: Because you've been going off by yourself a lot and--
FW: Did he send you?
Q: No.....not really.....but I can tell, he's mopey when you're not there. Or concerned. He lit these candles and--
FW: He's just meditating. I just...I gotta figure some things out, it's fine.
Q: Okay, but...well--
FW: So if you're not interviewing me, Quorras, we're done.
Q: There's no--
Quorras is stopped from explaining the lack of 'S' in her name with a glare, and then sighs and walks away. The Brave Little INC stays floating there.
FW: I take it you're staying.
BLINC: *float*
FW: Yeah, well, be careful. I've been in some crazy promos today, and I just throttled someone who came to me for help, who I had OFFERED to help, who has helped me out, in one way or another.
BLINC: *float*
FW: Yeah, I did help him out and we had a good session, but ... I mean, what the heck is wrong with me. He just offered to talk.
BLINC: *float*
FW: I know...but really, who do I have to talk to? I mean, REALLY. Alex says whatever I want or think is fine. Moose, when he's talking to me, tells me whatever I want or think is wrong, or stupid, or "not me." Stank has his own problems to deal with, with his own brother. LD, I think is just humoring me most of the time. Lucky tells me what is statiscally the most likely outcome and what my contract says. Even Dr. Freedman says "Well, how do you feel about what you think, Fire?" No, you know who I need?
BLINC: *float*
FW: Davin. Davin, even before he knew we were related would always say exactly what I needed to hear, even if I didn't want to hear it. I mean, when I was tricking Attitude Adjuster into thinking I was pregnant, Davin went out and bought an entire nursery set for me...he came and got me after Alex was...done....
She rubs her forehead in memory, and falls silent for a minute.
BLINC: *float*
FW: So he would be the one to tell me if everything I'm about to do is stupid or not. But he's not here. So...here it goes.
Fire takes a deep breath.
FW: Mai, Stan was right. It was damn selfish of me to break into Wyatt's compound just to tell you what I needed to. And...Dr. Freedman was right. The way I did it even after that...I can fall on the excuse that old habits die hard, but that really doesn't excuse it, so I'm sorry. I'd come to the locker room, but Stan would probably crush me on sight. But Mai, I do want you to know that...well, I meant what I said. And...
Fire holds up her wrist with the trust bracelet.
So....don't make me take this off, okay?
BLINC: *float float*
FW: Wait...did you just try to tell me something?
At that moment, Alexis Darling walks up.
FW: Hey, Lexie.
LD: What are you doing out here?
FW: I think I've just made actual first contact with a new sentient life form.
LD: Huh?
FW: Smoking, Lexie. I'm smoking. Why?
LD: Alex knows you're smoking. He's not happy.
FW: Well, duh, you'd have to be stupid to not notice. Besides, I'm still tapering. I'm allowed to taper down.
LD: Two smokes in the last three promos is tapering?
FW: *frustrated* What do you want, Lexie?
LD: Where have you been?
FW: Helping Vic and then--
LD: No, I mean, you're just...not around.
FW: You too? Look, we've been training every day, working out, running, watching tapes. I've been at my therapy sessions, I've even squeezed in some quality time with Alex, so I don't know what you all are talking about.
LD: Dr. Freedman said at our session that--
FW: Oh yeah, the 'get-together-and-talk-about-Fire-behind-her-back' meetings.
LD: That's not what they are.
FW: Lexie...I'm just....I need some space to figure some things out, okay?
LD: Well, Alex wants to go get dinner and--
FW: Just go without me. You can go in my place...or your place, whatever.
LD: Huh?
FW: I'm fine, Lexie...just go.
LD: But--
FW: Go on, I'll catch up with you guys when you get back.
LD: Fine.
Alexis storms off, mad. The Brave Little INC stays there though.
FW: Damn, you're persistent.
BLINC: *float float*
FW: Okay, Power and Glory. Edna and Clio. They've been on quite the little win streak, and now they get to be in the big time, going for the titles, steppin' on up to number one. Wyatt's been touting his training regimen, and getting all kinds of adherents to that.
Well, Wyatt, you admit being out of the game for a while. And yeah, Stan and Mai were really good in the ring. REALLY good. I mean, that was one of the most lopsided matches I've been in for a while.
But you know what? In the end? Alex and I won. All the super training in the world didn't matter.
Wyatt's training just might be the equivalent of the latest grapefruit and cabbage diet, or whatever's big now. Sure, you'll lose weight in the beginning. But you won't be able to sustain it, and the weight will come back. It's all flash, no substance.
Of course, Stan and Mai haven't been working with it their entire lives. Power and Glory, the undefeated team, have. Well, there's something else to think about, besides the quality of their training. No one they've been in the ring with has ever worked with them as a team before.
Except me.
Fire smiles
Now I know there's lots of talk about that. "Did Fire throw the match?" Did I? Didn't I? *batistalaughs* Doesn't really matter, does it? A win is a win right? Did I do it because I wanted to give an opportunity to two very talented female wrestlers? Because I owe it to pave the way for the women who come after me?
Fire giggles at the potential double-entendre.
Or was I just outdone, outclassed, out wrestled, two-on-one, with two very talented and attractive women.
BLINC: *float*
FW: So here we are. Los Angeles. The city of angels. The city I landed in after Japan, after Alex scraped together the last bit of money he had to make sure I got out of dodge safely. I'm assuming he used his other contacts as well to make sure no one came after me...
BLINC: *float*
FW: Ancient history. The point is, that's a terrible name for a city. Ain't no angels here. And there won't be any angels in that ring. I make no secret of my past and my present struggles. Wyatt wants to make a DVD of things people already know? Good for him. He wants to edit my promos in a way that would make Fox News be jealous? Go ahead. People can watch OOWF-TV and see the full thing.
BLINC: *float*
FW: Anyway....Edna and Clio....I'll tell you. I knew they weren't missionaries. No virginal missionaries I've ever seduced have ever been quite that eager. And none of them have had bodies like that either. Especially Clio....Seriously, if things were different.....
BLINC: *float*
FW: But I digress. The simple fact is that I've been in the ring with the two of them before. No one else on the roster had before their match. I've been watching their progress. Matching it with what I know about them from inside the ring and from our evening together. I have a perspective on that which no one else does. Will I use it?
Damn straight I will.
Wyatt, you can get all dark and mysterious all you want about their past. So Clio got attacked. One out of four women get attacked. That doesn't make her unusual. That makes her normal. If you wanna compare experiences sometime, best you get a good night sleep. I got stories that will give you insomnia for weeks.
Phoenix Rising is keeping these belts. We've defeated some of the best in the business to be here, and we aren't going anywhere. We ARE Phoenix Rising. And you're just--
AD: Oh ENOUGH with stealing the catchphrases.
FW: *hurriedly putting out her cigarette, but also reaching to the chain with her wedding band on it* Hey, what's mine is yours, yours is mine, remember?
AD: *laughing* No, I don't actually. And neither do you.
FW: I thought you were going to get food?
AD: I was waiting for my wife to join me.
FW: Take Lexie.
AD: *sigh* Lexie is not you.
FW: *missing the point* I'm not hungry, I'm--
AD: To busy brooding to notice you're hungry. We'll get to the restaurant and you'll be eating everything in sight.
FW: *another eyebrow raise* Everything?
AD: C'mon...let's go.
He offers a hand. Fire looks at it, and then hops down off the pallets unassisted. Alex rolls his eyes, jokingly, and offers his arm, which Fire takes, and they walk out toward the Bugatti parked a little bit away.