- Reaction score
- 3
- Location
- Hard drive
*Fade In*
A sound stage adorned in pink roses and red lace streams down to the floor from the Roman style ceiling. The 225,000 seat capacity arena in Abu Dhabi is filled to the brim with women, men, and world wide stars from the entertainment industry. The crowd can be heard chanting,
"Diva! Diva! We want the Diva!"
The two story sound system blares out all of Aryan's pm's to Flynn as read by Paddy Pimblet. The roof to the arena blows open and suddenly everything goes dark and quiet. Nervous murmering can be heard rippling through the crowd as the extended darkness starts taking a life of its own. Out from nowhere strobe lights start blazing and shining and from the speakers thunders out The Simple Minds, "Don't You Forget About Me."
Coming from the sky is a person dressed in an all white cloak with angel wings, as they get closer the crowd starts erupting,
"FLYNN! FLYNN! FLYNN!"
Finally the person floats down to the stage which is still mostly covered by a pink and red satin cover. The lights go out again and fireworks are shot out from the stage and explode a pink and red shower that reads,
"Flynn is here!!!"
All the house lights come on and the cover to the stage comes off revealing a huge pink couch that could easily fit 6 people. With the couch an all pink table is adorned with bottled water from the springs of France and a golden microphone. Behind the couch is a screen that is bigger than a football field. The screen flickers to life showing Flynn shedding off her white cloak. Dressed in an all pink Versace cocktail dress, Flynn compliments the look with pink heels that highlight her pink nails. The crowd is screaming and throwing red roese onto the stage. Flynn moves a strand of her elegantly pinned up brown hair from her face. Little makeup can be seen reflecting off Flynn's face giving her an ethereal glow. Assistants have to start gathering up the roses so Flynn can walk towards the audience as she blows kisses to the now frenzied crowd.
Flynn casually walks to the couch and bows to the crowd, then sits. As she picks up the golden microphone from the table, Megaone comes stumbling out onto the stage almost falling on his face.
Flynn (Laughing): Careful there MegaOne, people might start accusing you of being King Martini...
MegaOne has a Lucha Libra mask on and runs up to Flynn and makes some jestures towards the mask.
Flynn (Confused): Umm...okay. Take the mask off.
Dressed in a pink suit MegaOne rips off the mask and turns to the crowd which is also showing on the gigantic monitor, and it reveals...
James Corden!!!
Flynn and James embrace. Another assistant comes out a gives James a silver microphone. They both sit.
James(Excited-pointing to Flynn) Oh my gawd! It's true! It's true! I am finally here with Flynn!
The audience explodes in cheering.
Flynn: So good of you to be here tonight! I've been a huge fan!
James stands up and bows as the crowd erupts again. After the applause dies down James sits down and looks at the crowd.
James: Are we ready?! I get to interview the one and only Flynn! I can't believe this! I must be dreaming. Okay, okay, Flynn I want to know how things are going in general with you.
Flynn: Well, let's see everyone's healthy, and I think in the near future we may be leaving from Medina and relocating Depoe Bay, Oregon. I'm really excited about that!
James: Wow! So why the move?
Flynn: Clarke is probably going to be taking a job with The National Forest Service as the Western Liaison for region 4, which lets us be more flexible in regard to where we can move. So, yeah I'm excited.
James: That's good to hear! Tell Clarke congrats for me and tell him that does not excuse him from giving me a rematch in pickle ball.
Flynn (Laughing): Okay. I will.
James(Serious): You're known for you witty and sometimes ummm...politically incorrect bantering, how does that come about?
Flynn: I guess it's a thing where I used to try to have serious conversations with other's but the trolls were soo annoying. Case in point like I've stated before I was at a place called Chat-Avenue for homework help mostly as I always posted in the College Chat Room and would get the trolls always trying to make their presence known.
James: And how old were you?
Flynn: I was 17. I wasn't even allowed on most forums but the Chat-Avenue Forums you had to be at least 16. It started getting inundated with trolls. I tried ignoring them but they were soo bad that I had to go to other places, which was a real shame because Chat-Avenue had some great tutors. One night I decided to fight back against the 5 regular trolls that would cause havok. I really didn't know what I was doing and I just was wasting my time.
James Corden can be seen dozing off as a glob of spittle runs down his chin.
Flynn: JAMES!
James jumps up startled looking lost.
James(Out of it): No! No! I did not go to Epstein Island no matter what 364 young girls and boys say.
The silence in the arena could be cut with a butter knife. A few women in the crowd can be seen fainting. James finally realizes where he's at and becomes professional.
James: So where were we? Oh yes! What your Thanksgiving plans are.
Flynn(Giggling): Um no. We were rehashing the genesis of my evolution from wallflower forum dweller to The Queen Of Flame.
James: Oh yes! I knew that! I do this for a living. Anyways, how did you end up at places like Brawl-Hall?
Flynn: I was dared by one of the trolls named Prizm. I followed and what I saw just blew my 17-year-old mind, you gotta remember this was what 2005, 2006? I had never seen anything like what I saw on my first trip into BH. It also didn't help that one of the first post's I saw was Bum Spud's scat pictures. Just wow! I left and vowed to never go back.
James(Now eating a steak with one hand): But you went back didn't you?
Flynn: Yesssss...they came back, I got mad followed them and then spent all night looking stupid while yelling at my monitor to shut up 5,512 times.
James(Laughing): I've done that before, when Chris Hansen wanted to talk to me...oops nevermind! Um, back to the subject at hand. How did you finally evolve?
Flynn: I became friendly with a poster named Mr. Prick and he kinda took me under his wing and that's my foray into "Flaming."
James(Dipping his steak into Ketchup): There must be more?
Flynn: Of Ketchup or my story?
James(Looking puzzled): That's a good question.
Flynn: Anyhoo, I started "Flaming" and found that my vernacular was more superior than most, so after a bunch of practice, I became successful at it. It really depends on your opponent. You need a good opponent to put on a good show.
James(Now laying on the floor): I was really surprised to hear you were sponsored at one point.
Flynn(Laughing): Oh right. Golden Palace approached me when I turned 18 after I had "Flamed" the Financial C.E.O. at Absolute Poker for calling a four bet shove with Jack Two off. Yeah, that worked out well for several years until they went belly up still owning me over 16k.
James: I thought you were sponsored by several promotions?
Flynn: I was. I was also sponsored by Bodog. I just had to use their siggy when I made one on a new forum. That was a really good deal. I was making $500 a week plus the hyperlinked commission tags. That was a good gift until they only wanted to concentrate on combat sports and my 6 year contract was never renewed.
James(Surprised): So you can make money cursing at someone online?
Flynn: Well no, but yes. Thigs have changed since then. Before the huge social media followings, marketing was done the old school way. It was easier for someone to get sponsored if they could reach a certain demographic and get paid. Back then there weren't all these skill-less people turning to social media. So, yes and no.
James: What keeps you flaming?
Flynn: I'm not going out looking to deliberately get into fights, but you have soo many stupid people from America who are just absolute retards, more so than the other third world countries. I live in America and I'd rather live in Ontario because Americans absolutely suck.
Suddenly the transmission is interrupted and a logo stays on the screen.
*Fade Out*
A sound stage adorned in pink roses and red lace streams down to the floor from the Roman style ceiling. The 225,000 seat capacity arena in Abu Dhabi is filled to the brim with women, men, and world wide stars from the entertainment industry. The crowd can be heard chanting,
"Diva! Diva! We want the Diva!"
The two story sound system blares out all of Aryan's pm's to Flynn as read by Paddy Pimblet. The roof to the arena blows open and suddenly everything goes dark and quiet. Nervous murmering can be heard rippling through the crowd as the extended darkness starts taking a life of its own. Out from nowhere strobe lights start blazing and shining and from the speakers thunders out The Simple Minds, "Don't You Forget About Me."
Coming from the sky is a person dressed in an all white cloak with angel wings, as they get closer the crowd starts erupting,
"FLYNN! FLYNN! FLYNN!"
Finally the person floats down to the stage which is still mostly covered by a pink and red satin cover. The lights go out again and fireworks are shot out from the stage and explode a pink and red shower that reads,
"Flynn is here!!!"
All the house lights come on and the cover to the stage comes off revealing a huge pink couch that could easily fit 6 people. With the couch an all pink table is adorned with bottled water from the springs of France and a golden microphone. Behind the couch is a screen that is bigger than a football field. The screen flickers to life showing Flynn shedding off her white cloak. Dressed in an all pink Versace cocktail dress, Flynn compliments the look with pink heels that highlight her pink nails. The crowd is screaming and throwing red roese onto the stage. Flynn moves a strand of her elegantly pinned up brown hair from her face. Little makeup can be seen reflecting off Flynn's face giving her an ethereal glow. Assistants have to start gathering up the roses so Flynn can walk towards the audience as she blows kisses to the now frenzied crowd.
Flynn casually walks to the couch and bows to the crowd, then sits. As she picks up the golden microphone from the table, Megaone comes stumbling out onto the stage almost falling on his face.
Flynn (Laughing): Careful there MegaOne, people might start accusing you of being King Martini...
MegaOne has a Lucha Libra mask on and runs up to Flynn and makes some jestures towards the mask.
Flynn (Confused): Umm...okay. Take the mask off.
Dressed in a pink suit MegaOne rips off the mask and turns to the crowd which is also showing on the gigantic monitor, and it reveals...
James Corden!!!
Flynn and James embrace. Another assistant comes out a gives James a silver microphone. They both sit.
James(Excited-pointing to Flynn) Oh my gawd! It's true! It's true! I am finally here with Flynn!
The audience explodes in cheering.
Flynn: So good of you to be here tonight! I've been a huge fan!
James stands up and bows as the crowd erupts again. After the applause dies down James sits down and looks at the crowd.
James: Are we ready?! I get to interview the one and only Flynn! I can't believe this! I must be dreaming. Okay, okay, Flynn I want to know how things are going in general with you.
Flynn: Well, let's see everyone's healthy, and I think in the near future we may be leaving from Medina and relocating Depoe Bay, Oregon. I'm really excited about that!
James: Wow! So why the move?
Flynn: Clarke is probably going to be taking a job with The National Forest Service as the Western Liaison for region 4, which lets us be more flexible in regard to where we can move. So, yeah I'm excited.
James: That's good to hear! Tell Clarke congrats for me and tell him that does not excuse him from giving me a rematch in pickle ball.
Flynn (Laughing): Okay. I will.
James(Serious): You're known for you witty and sometimes ummm...politically incorrect bantering, how does that come about?
Flynn: I guess it's a thing where I used to try to have serious conversations with other's but the trolls were soo annoying. Case in point like I've stated before I was at a place called Chat-Avenue for homework help mostly as I always posted in the College Chat Room and would get the trolls always trying to make their presence known.
James: And how old were you?
Flynn: I was 17. I wasn't even allowed on most forums but the Chat-Avenue Forums you had to be at least 16. It started getting inundated with trolls. I tried ignoring them but they were soo bad that I had to go to other places, which was a real shame because Chat-Avenue had some great tutors. One night I decided to fight back against the 5 regular trolls that would cause havok. I really didn't know what I was doing and I just was wasting my time.
James Corden can be seen dozing off as a glob of spittle runs down his chin.
Flynn: JAMES!
James jumps up startled looking lost.
James(Out of it): No! No! I did not go to Epstein Island no matter what 364 young girls and boys say.
The silence in the arena could be cut with a butter knife. A few women in the crowd can be seen fainting. James finally realizes where he's at and becomes professional.
James: So where were we? Oh yes! What your Thanksgiving plans are.
Flynn(Giggling): Um no. We were rehashing the genesis of my evolution from wallflower forum dweller to The Queen Of Flame.
James: Oh yes! I knew that! I do this for a living. Anyways, how did you end up at places like Brawl-Hall?
Flynn: I was dared by one of the trolls named Prizm. I followed and what I saw just blew my 17-year-old mind, you gotta remember this was what 2005, 2006? I had never seen anything like what I saw on my first trip into BH. It also didn't help that one of the first post's I saw was Bum Spud's scat pictures. Just wow! I left and vowed to never go back.
James(Now eating a steak with one hand): But you went back didn't you?
Flynn: Yesssss...they came back, I got mad followed them and then spent all night looking stupid while yelling at my monitor to shut up 5,512 times.
James(Laughing): I've done that before, when Chris Hansen wanted to talk to me...oops nevermind! Um, back to the subject at hand. How did you finally evolve?
Flynn: I became friendly with a poster named Mr. Prick and he kinda took me under his wing and that's my foray into "Flaming."
James(Dipping his steak into Ketchup): There must be more?
Flynn: Of Ketchup or my story?
James(Looking puzzled): That's a good question.
Flynn: Anyhoo, I started "Flaming" and found that my vernacular was more superior than most, so after a bunch of practice, I became successful at it. It really depends on your opponent. You need a good opponent to put on a good show.
James(Now laying on the floor): I was really surprised to hear you were sponsored at one point.
Flynn(Laughing): Oh right. Golden Palace approached me when I turned 18 after I had "Flamed" the Financial C.E.O. at Absolute Poker for calling a four bet shove with Jack Two off. Yeah, that worked out well for several years until they went belly up still owning me over 16k.
James: I thought you were sponsored by several promotions?
Flynn: I was. I was also sponsored by Bodog. I just had to use their siggy when I made one on a new forum. That was a really good deal. I was making $500 a week plus the hyperlinked commission tags. That was a good gift until they only wanted to concentrate on combat sports and my 6 year contract was never renewed.
James(Surprised): So you can make money cursing at someone online?
Flynn: Well no, but yes. Thigs have changed since then. Before the huge social media followings, marketing was done the old school way. It was easier for someone to get sponsored if they could reach a certain demographic and get paid. Back then there weren't all these skill-less people turning to social media. So, yes and no.
James: What keeps you flaming?
Flynn: I'm not going out looking to deliberately get into fights, but you have soo many stupid people from America who are just absolute retards, more so than the other third world countries. I live in America and I'd rather live in Ontario because Americans absolutely suck.
Suddenly the transmission is interrupted and a logo stays on the screen.
*Fade Out*
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