Post by turdferguson on Apr 2, 2017 20:18:47 GMT
Off Camera
Vancouver, CA
3.31.17
Perhaps it was apropos for the whirlwind that was Frisky's life at the moment, that it looked like a tornado had gone through her apartment-- the kitchen area of it at the very least. The counter currently had all sorts of items strewn atop it, some related to the meal she was trying to prepare at the moment, others not so much. There was the cast iron skillet she was pouring oil into, the cutting board with a knife and diced up veggies atop it, mail including a note from landlord Paul reminding her that rent was due, and a company produced 'Best of EXODUS Vol. 4' DVD set she had purchased to look at some old Kamigawa tag matches. For some reason the DVD cover featured front office executive Darrin Stearns-- in a suit, smoking a cigar, while drinking a martini with a model hanging from his other arm-- rather than any of the company's stand out talent, but she had too much on her mind to give that much thought.
One of the matters on her mind was trying to make a phone call she'd been putting off, while she prepared this meal. Her cellphone was pressed to her ear with her shoulder as she poured the oil, then was finally able to hold it up with one hand once she put the bottle back down. After hearing the call pick up, she cheerily chirped, "Hey Grampa! It's Frisky, how are you doing?" while screwing the cap back onto the olive oil. Frowning slightly at the answer she received, she clarifies her statement, "Not Suzie, Frisky ... your granddaughter."
The conversation seems to be going smoother from there as she nodded her head while listening and using a paper towel to spread the olive oil in the skillet, "That's good, I'm doing pretty good myself, thanks. Been keeping myself busy, got a new job and--" again she stopped to listen, meekly forcing a smile and nodding her head even though her grandfather couldn't see her, "Mmm hmm, mmm hmm, I remember you telling me about that job you had." She reached with her foot to open the door below the sink so she could toss the paper towel in the trash, "Yep, there sure are a lot more Puerto Ricans now, but uh ... what are you gonna do? Time keeps on ticking, ticking, ticking; into the future, you know, like the song."
She bit her lip as she walked over to the stove, hoping he didn't pick up on how uncomfortable she was growing with the conversation and that she was just stringing words together to hopefully move the conversation forward, "Anyways, I had a question for you, since uh my mom and dad never really know about this stuff. This job's in America, I haven't really worked a steady gig for a non-Canadian company before. So, I was wondering if you knew, like if that would be something I need to put on this year's tax return and if so, if there's anything different I need fill out since I'm not getting paid in Canadian money?"
Turning the front burner on and adjusting it to medium-high, she listened intently as he asked a series of follow up questions. Reaching over to grab and place it on the burner, Frisky turned so she faced away from the stove, knowing she needed to concentrate. Gramps was a bit foggy in the head sometimes, but still far less clueless than her when it came to taxes, or anything to deal with the government really. However, she started tuning out when her senses became overwhelmed by a horrible smell. Slowly turning around, she examined the smoke rising from the stove, the skillet still being on the counter and the DVD set no longer sitting where she had set it on her mess of a countertop. Her eyes grew wide and after blurting out, "Gotta go, sorry! Love ya, bye!" she dropped the phone on the floor without even bothering to hang up, while scampering over to attempt to avert the disaster at hand.
On Camera
San Francisco, CA
The Present
A handheld cellphone recording video begins to play of Frisky walking through Union Square. Due to the nature of the recording, we mostly just get a view of her face and upper body, enough to see that she's wearing a Duff Beer shirt, cheap pair of aviator sunglasses and an outlandish bright hat covered with owl decorations.
"Yep, so this is San Francisco, neat."
An akward silence follows, making it clear that she had no segue in mind to follow that line.
"I mean, it's not Honolulu nice, but it's still cool. Happy to be here either way, since the reason behind it is pretty awesome, with the big match coming up here and all that. Gonna be honest though, I'm kinda torn on what to say about it, there's different aspects to consider. Don't get me wrong, I've got a pretty good idea where my head's at and I'm like laser focused, feeling hyper aware of my surr--"
Her tangent gets derailed as she walks straight into a middle aged man who was heading through the bustling park in a hurry. As she tries to apologize, he gives her a piece of his mind in what appears to be Mandarin, leading her to sheepishly slink away. After clearing her throat, she picks back up.
"Anyhoo maybe that wasn't the best example of it, but it's kinda hard to record and walk and talk-- swear I am, though. But like, what I meant was on one hand there's a lot to talk about with what's on the line here. I'm not worried right now over whether Ana or Finn wins, they're each tough in different ways, not stressing over things out of my control or trying to look too far ahead. I'm all about living in the moment, but you kinda gotta think about that prize you're fighting for a shot at, right? That means so much for like, the context of the fight and all that. "
She crinkles her nose, indicating she didn't really word that how she wanted to, eventually shrugging.
"On the other hand, I'm sure some would say I should just be focused on my opponent and the fight ahead. Figuring out a way to beat him, because holy crap did he steamroll poor Phil Kennedy. You'll have to take my word for it because it wasn't on air, but you know that whole car crash deal later in the show? That was sort of like ONI hitting Phil when he ran right through him. I joked on the tweeter about not wanting to be whoever faced him next, but it's based on truth that the dude looks mad dangerous right now. He's focused, in the best shape of his career, experienced, you get the gist. Like to be honest, I could keep listing off advantages he probably has over me and I wouldn't be saying anything wrestling fans here in Cali haven't already seen in the past."
Holding her free hand up, she starts sticking her digits out as she rattles off more facts.
"Got a better support system guiding his career as opposed to my non-existent one, surly and mean, big and hard hitting ... but you know what? Those things all described Seth Iser too. I'm not trying to make like a lateral comparison because I know they're different wrestlers and with all respect to Seth, this is gonna be the toughest fight I've had in my career so far I'm pretty sure. My point is that I'm small, I'm inexperienced, might not seem like the most well rounded or technically sound, all that. You look at anyone on this PW roster and I'm sure you can find some stuff that looks like big advantages on paper over me. I'm swimming with sharks here, there are no easy matches, so I can't really be sweating what they can do and I can't-- I gotta focus on what I can bring to the table."
Stopping, she finds a post to lean back against.
"I realize that might seem like a bit of an unknown to most people out there. The most I've shown in a televised capacity is that I can do a pretty sweet backflip while running up a tree and not be too worried if I get glass in my arm on the landing. Maybe it's that, maybe it's the demeanor I've got, maybe it's all of the above that had ONI tweeting me to bring my best. Because, cordial as that mighta seemed I think there's almost always sort of a condescending tone when someone says that, or a lack of belief behind it. Like, you never need to give someone that 'give it your all, sport!' bit if you think they're ready to go beast mode."
A pump of her arm accompanied that exclamation.
"That's cool though, everyone's entitled to have a 'prove it' attitude towards me, while I'm entitled to use that as fuel. Because I know in my head what I'm capable of, which might not be based on a super long awesome track record on the grand stage or anything like that, but is still perfectly valid. Because my belief in my capabilities comes from inside me, from what I'm made of. That might sound corny as hell, but let me try to explain. I talked about swimming with sharks, thing is that's where I like to be and where I thrive. Not just in wrestling, but in life. Some people don't like to be pushed out of their comfort zone, but I think that's the only way you can thrive and be your best. "
She gives a short nod of her head, having to grab her hat so it doesn't fall off afterwards.
"So I like forward to facing this dude that's gonna try to steamroll me and punch those big ham hocks through my face, even if that doesn't sound like something to look forward to. And, while I'm sure everyone knows his story and what type of step this title shot would be for establishing himself as a singles star after all the tag stuff he's done, let me drop some knowledge about ol' Frisky D. For me, I look at the Rising Phoenix Championship and what comes along with it, defending it show in show out like Ana has? And that's more than a chance to add some accolades next to my name. That's the type of breakneck, no time to rest or look ahead environment that isn't just tailor made for me to prove I'm wired exactly the way I say I am-- more importantly it'd put me in exactly the type of environment I want to be in. New challenges, new twists, show in and show out, no time to get complacent. And doing that for me is a lot more important to my wellbeing than worrying about if I've made people believe."
A beat skips.
"No offense people, I'm sure you're all great but you gotta have goals that go deeper than 'make people think I'm as awesome as I think I am'. So I'm gonna do what I have to do to get there, which means getting through ONI. Won't be easy, but nothing worth it, besides booze, ever is. So I'm gonna find a way to put myself in a position to put ONI's goals on hold, while moving a step closer to mine-- even if that position is upside down after I got suplexed onto my head, I'll find a way. And I was totally gonna try to find a way to close this out with 'Maybe the Dingo ate yaw baby' but I started rambling and that won't work-- which low key is actually kind of upsetting-- so just know this: I let that chance slip away just now, so there's no way in hell I'm about to let another fall through my fingers when I step into that ring, count on it."
Fin.
Vancouver, CA
3.31.17
Perhaps it was apropos for the whirlwind that was Frisky's life at the moment, that it looked like a tornado had gone through her apartment-- the kitchen area of it at the very least. The counter currently had all sorts of items strewn atop it, some related to the meal she was trying to prepare at the moment, others not so much. There was the cast iron skillet she was pouring oil into, the cutting board with a knife and diced up veggies atop it, mail including a note from landlord Paul reminding her that rent was due, and a company produced 'Best of EXODUS Vol. 4' DVD set she had purchased to look at some old Kamigawa tag matches. For some reason the DVD cover featured front office executive Darrin Stearns-- in a suit, smoking a cigar, while drinking a martini with a model hanging from his other arm-- rather than any of the company's stand out talent, but she had too much on her mind to give that much thought.
One of the matters on her mind was trying to make a phone call she'd been putting off, while she prepared this meal. Her cellphone was pressed to her ear with her shoulder as she poured the oil, then was finally able to hold it up with one hand once she put the bottle back down. After hearing the call pick up, she cheerily chirped, "Hey Grampa! It's Frisky, how are you doing?" while screwing the cap back onto the olive oil. Frowning slightly at the answer she received, she clarifies her statement, "Not Suzie, Frisky ... your granddaughter."
The conversation seems to be going smoother from there as she nodded her head while listening and using a paper towel to spread the olive oil in the skillet, "That's good, I'm doing pretty good myself, thanks. Been keeping myself busy, got a new job and--" again she stopped to listen, meekly forcing a smile and nodding her head even though her grandfather couldn't see her, "Mmm hmm, mmm hmm, I remember you telling me about that job you had." She reached with her foot to open the door below the sink so she could toss the paper towel in the trash, "Yep, there sure are a lot more Puerto Ricans now, but uh ... what are you gonna do? Time keeps on ticking, ticking, ticking; into the future, you know, like the song."
She bit her lip as she walked over to the stove, hoping he didn't pick up on how uncomfortable she was growing with the conversation and that she was just stringing words together to hopefully move the conversation forward, "Anyways, I had a question for you, since uh my mom and dad never really know about this stuff. This job's in America, I haven't really worked a steady gig for a non-Canadian company before. So, I was wondering if you knew, like if that would be something I need to put on this year's tax return and if so, if there's anything different I need fill out since I'm not getting paid in Canadian money?"
Turning the front burner on and adjusting it to medium-high, she listened intently as he asked a series of follow up questions. Reaching over to grab and place it on the burner, Frisky turned so she faced away from the stove, knowing she needed to concentrate. Gramps was a bit foggy in the head sometimes, but still far less clueless than her when it came to taxes, or anything to deal with the government really. However, she started tuning out when her senses became overwhelmed by a horrible smell. Slowly turning around, she examined the smoke rising from the stove, the skillet still being on the counter and the DVD set no longer sitting where she had set it on her mess of a countertop. Her eyes grew wide and after blurting out, "Gotta go, sorry! Love ya, bye!" she dropped the phone on the floor without even bothering to hang up, while scampering over to attempt to avert the disaster at hand.
On Camera
San Francisco, CA
The Present
A handheld cellphone recording video begins to play of Frisky walking through Union Square. Due to the nature of the recording, we mostly just get a view of her face and upper body, enough to see that she's wearing a Duff Beer shirt, cheap pair of aviator sunglasses and an outlandish bright hat covered with owl decorations.
"Yep, so this is San Francisco, neat."
An akward silence follows, making it clear that she had no segue in mind to follow that line.
"I mean, it's not Honolulu nice, but it's still cool. Happy to be here either way, since the reason behind it is pretty awesome, with the big match coming up here and all that. Gonna be honest though, I'm kinda torn on what to say about it, there's different aspects to consider. Don't get me wrong, I've got a pretty good idea where my head's at and I'm like laser focused, feeling hyper aware of my surr--"
Her tangent gets derailed as she walks straight into a middle aged man who was heading through the bustling park in a hurry. As she tries to apologize, he gives her a piece of his mind in what appears to be Mandarin, leading her to sheepishly slink away. After clearing her throat, she picks back up.
"Anyhoo maybe that wasn't the best example of it, but it's kinda hard to record and walk and talk-- swear I am, though. But like, what I meant was on one hand there's a lot to talk about with what's on the line here. I'm not worried right now over whether Ana or Finn wins, they're each tough in different ways, not stressing over things out of my control or trying to look too far ahead. I'm all about living in the moment, but you kinda gotta think about that prize you're fighting for a shot at, right? That means so much for like, the context of the fight and all that. "
She crinkles her nose, indicating she didn't really word that how she wanted to, eventually shrugging.
"On the other hand, I'm sure some would say I should just be focused on my opponent and the fight ahead. Figuring out a way to beat him, because holy crap did he steamroll poor Phil Kennedy. You'll have to take my word for it because it wasn't on air, but you know that whole car crash deal later in the show? That was sort of like ONI hitting Phil when he ran right through him. I joked on the tweeter about not wanting to be whoever faced him next, but it's based on truth that the dude looks mad dangerous right now. He's focused, in the best shape of his career, experienced, you get the gist. Like to be honest, I could keep listing off advantages he probably has over me and I wouldn't be saying anything wrestling fans here in Cali haven't already seen in the past."
Holding her free hand up, she starts sticking her digits out as she rattles off more facts.
"Got a better support system guiding his career as opposed to my non-existent one, surly and mean, big and hard hitting ... but you know what? Those things all described Seth Iser too. I'm not trying to make like a lateral comparison because I know they're different wrestlers and with all respect to Seth, this is gonna be the toughest fight I've had in my career so far I'm pretty sure. My point is that I'm small, I'm inexperienced, might not seem like the most well rounded or technically sound, all that. You look at anyone on this PW roster and I'm sure you can find some stuff that looks like big advantages on paper over me. I'm swimming with sharks here, there are no easy matches, so I can't really be sweating what they can do and I can't-- I gotta focus on what I can bring to the table."
Stopping, she finds a post to lean back against.
"I realize that might seem like a bit of an unknown to most people out there. The most I've shown in a televised capacity is that I can do a pretty sweet backflip while running up a tree and not be too worried if I get glass in my arm on the landing. Maybe it's that, maybe it's the demeanor I've got, maybe it's all of the above that had ONI tweeting me to bring my best. Because, cordial as that mighta seemed I think there's almost always sort of a condescending tone when someone says that, or a lack of belief behind it. Like, you never need to give someone that 'give it your all, sport!' bit if you think they're ready to go beast mode."
A pump of her arm accompanied that exclamation.
"That's cool though, everyone's entitled to have a 'prove it' attitude towards me, while I'm entitled to use that as fuel. Because I know in my head what I'm capable of, which might not be based on a super long awesome track record on the grand stage or anything like that, but is still perfectly valid. Because my belief in my capabilities comes from inside me, from what I'm made of. That might sound corny as hell, but let me try to explain. I talked about swimming with sharks, thing is that's where I like to be and where I thrive. Not just in wrestling, but in life. Some people don't like to be pushed out of their comfort zone, but I think that's the only way you can thrive and be your best. "
She gives a short nod of her head, having to grab her hat so it doesn't fall off afterwards.
"So I like forward to facing this dude that's gonna try to steamroll me and punch those big ham hocks through my face, even if that doesn't sound like something to look forward to. And, while I'm sure everyone knows his story and what type of step this title shot would be for establishing himself as a singles star after all the tag stuff he's done, let me drop some knowledge about ol' Frisky D. For me, I look at the Rising Phoenix Championship and what comes along with it, defending it show in show out like Ana has? And that's more than a chance to add some accolades next to my name. That's the type of breakneck, no time to rest or look ahead environment that isn't just tailor made for me to prove I'm wired exactly the way I say I am-- more importantly it'd put me in exactly the type of environment I want to be in. New challenges, new twists, show in and show out, no time to get complacent. And doing that for me is a lot more important to my wellbeing than worrying about if I've made people believe."
A beat skips.
"No offense people, I'm sure you're all great but you gotta have goals that go deeper than 'make people think I'm as awesome as I think I am'. So I'm gonna do what I have to do to get there, which means getting through ONI. Won't be easy, but nothing worth it, besides booze, ever is. So I'm gonna find a way to put myself in a position to put ONI's goals on hold, while moving a step closer to mine-- even if that position is upside down after I got suplexed onto my head, I'll find a way. And I was totally gonna try to find a way to close this out with 'Maybe the Dingo ate yaw baby' but I started rambling and that won't work-- which low key is actually kind of upsetting-- so just know this: I let that chance slip away just now, so there's no way in hell I'm about to let another fall through my fingers when I step into that ring, count on it."
Fin.