Video stream from Camille Cosworth’s Facebook page and mirrored on the official FAWN YouTube Live page“Hello, everyone!” Camille says directly into the webcam on her computer, giving a small wave to her unseen audience from the top floor condo she shared with Yoona Park.
CAMILLE COSWORTH
“So last month I saw one of our other wrestlers do a pretty neat recap of the pay-per-view event, and I thought to myself, ‘Hey, that’s a great idea! I’m totally stealing it!’ which is ironic, because
Maria is usually the thief. From now on, anything that turns up missing I’m blaming on her. I lost my Zune about three months ago and I have no evidence, but I’m like three hundred percent sure she stole it somehow.
“Anyway, let’s get started with our first match of the evening, Phi Theta Tappa versus F, I, C. Or maybe it’s F, L, C. Or
fick, maybe? Or even
flick or something like that? Ugh, you see, guys, this is why you should always use fonts and typefaces with Serifs to avoid this kind of awkward ambiguity. Well either way, I was kinda hoping both teams would lose. I mean one pair randomly assaulted me at the last PPV, while the other pair clearly has no respect for DC canon, so in my book they’re both -- HEY!”
Yoona Park abruptly shoves her way into the frame as she rolls in on an office chair, pushing Cosworth off to the side and out of view. The Korean quickly mutters a half-hearted apology, and then she speaks to the camera directly, livid and nearly frothing at the mouth with rage.
YOONA PARK
“Listen, and listen up good, fuckface,” the Korean snarls. “Right now, you’re probably celebrating with your dipshit cult, talking shit about how --”
“OH MY GOD, YOONA! DROP IT, JUST DROP IT!” Camille shrieks from somewhere off-camera, her easy-going good mood from just a few moments ago apparently ruined.
The vehemence in her girlfriend’s voice shocks Park into a jolt, though she quickly recovers and resumes her diatribe.
“This isn’t over, Brewster,” Yoona growls. “I’m gonna --”
“NO! NO, YOONA! YOU’RE NOT GONNA DO ANYTHING!” the Girl of Tomorrow screams as she elbows her way back into the frame.
This time Park realizes that she’s not going to get to finish her promo uninterrupted, and she turns her ire to her paramour at her side rather than gaze into the lens. She pounds a fist into the table and stands up, leaving everything above her shoulders out of the shot, and Camille follows suit, albeit in a much less aggressive, much more exasperated manner. The webcam continues to stream as the couple have a face-to-face shouting match.
“Are you FUCKING kidding me, Cam?! Are you out of your GODDAMNED MIND?! She humiliated me -- TWICE! -- and you expect me to just let it go and --”
“YES! Yes, that’s exactly what you should do! Forget all this crap and move on, like I begged you to from the very start! Look, I know that Adelaide’s a thorn in your…
our... sides, but --”
“Holy fucking Christ on a stick! Babe, are you even listening to yourself?!” Yoona asks incredulously. “That assclown Starbucks barrista who spells my name with a U instead of a double-O is a
thorn in my side. Brewster? She’s not a goddamn thorn in my side... she’s a fat, greasy shit that always floats back up no matter how many times I flush! I had her dead -- FUCKING DEAD -- and she STILL laughed in my face and had the gall to say --”
“
WHO CARES?!” Camille screeches at a volume and pitch that could have cracked a wine glass. “Seriously, who cares what those Church idiots have to say?! They have, like, one recruit, EVER. Just tune them out like everyone else does! Didn’t we already learn this lesson a year ago?! Don’t you see you’re playing right into their hands?! Do you HONESTLY think you’re doing yourself any favors by almost freaking MURDERING someone on live television?!”
A few seconds of silence, save for the sound of both women panting after all the shouting and yelling, and then Yoona speaks once again, her voice still full of rage but now more composed.
“Cam, I love you, you know I do, but this is NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSI --”
Cosworth shoves her in the shoulders so forcefully that Park stumbles backwards and falls into the chair in front of the computer. Her face, visible on the video feed once more, now shows slack-jawed shock rather than livid anger.
“YOONA PARK, DON’T YOU EVER SAY THAT TO ME!” Camille screams, jabbing a finger into the Korean’s sternum. “We are FAMILY! Everything we do, we do TOGETHER! When you hurt, I hurt! When you cry, I cry! SO DON’T YOU DARE TELL ME THAT IT’S NONE OF MY FU -- FREAKING BUSINESS!”
“......I didn’t mean it like that,” Yoona softly responds after a lengthy pause, averting her gaze to the side away from both the camera and her girlfriend. “I was just trying to say that I didn’t want you involved with those fucktards
again.”
Cosworth sighs wearily, then she kneels down in front of Park, bringing herself fully into view once more as well. She clasps the other woman’s hands in her own, and when she speaks again, it’s in Korean rather than English.
<<
If you’re involved, I’m involved, that’s just how it works. So just… don’t be involved any more. Yoona… remember why you’re here. Why you joined FAWN in the first place. Was it to become Yoona Park, Destroyer of Midnight?>>
Yoona closes her eyes, groans, and shakes her head. She remains silent otherwise, however, letting Camille continue to speak to her in her own native language.
<<
No, of course not. You came here to be a champion. The best in the whole wide world. But you aren’t doing that by wasting your time with Adelaide! Yoona, look at all the opportunities you’ve passed up these last few months! At the very least you could’ve answered an Intercontinental open challenge or talked your way into a Eurasian title shot. I mean, sure, it’s not the BIG prize, but it’s giant step closer, right? And isn’t that the end goal? Isn’t that what you want, as soon as possible? To get that World Title around your waist, go home with your head held high, and make your -- OUR -- family whole again?>>
Park opens her eyes and tilts her head back to stare at the ceiling, then she responds in Korean as well.
<<
Cam… what would you have me do then?>>
<<
For now, just take some time off and decompress, you need to heal and recover anyway. Go spend the holidays with my parents in Texas, you know they love you too and they haven’t seen you since last year. You even have my permission to gossip with my Mom and swap embarrassing stories about me… though at least TRY to keep it appropriate.>>
Yoona silently considers this for a while, then she sighs and nods her head to accept the plan while she brings her gaze to meet her girlfriend’s.
Switching back to English, she asks, “So that means no fish ta --”
“NO FISH TACO STORY!” Camille reflexively screams as her face flushes red, and then a couple of seconds later both women break into a fit of giggles.
When the laughter subsides after a short while, Park tells her girlfriend, “Your Korean’s getting pretty good, babe.”
“I’ve been busting my butt and studying hard ever since we got to Orlando!” Cosworth proudly affirms. “If you stay focused you’re gonna be world champ sooner than later, so I gotta keep up. I want to be able to talk to Mama and Papa Park when we go back to Seoul!”
“Errr… you know my parents are like perfectly fluent in English, right? They met while studying abroad at MIT and these days they hardly even have accents.”
“Wait,
really? You never told me that until now! Is there anything else I didn't know?”
Park shrugs, then jerks her head towards the webcam. “Did you know that we’ve been streaming this entire time?”
Evidently, Cosworth has either not realized or she has forgotten, as she
slowly turns her head to look directly into the lens. She noticeably cringes when she sees that the telltale red LED light is on, then she chuckles nervously.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” the Girl of Tomorrow groans as she tries to think of something to say.
“Th-th-th-th-that’s all, folks!”
With that final, awkward Looney Tunes sign off, Camille quickly reaches out with her hand and shuts off the stream, sending the video to black and cutting short her attempt to provide a review of All Hallow’s Evil.
