I'm Torn!
FLASHBACK
Words can be weapons, unbelievable! It can spread like wildfire, that was in Soarin's case. One month ago, the Wonderbolts had a press conference for the Equestria Daily, the nation's local newspaper. They were discussing in detail about their most recent show in the Cloudsdale Colloseum such as the routines they incorporated, the arrangements for the show and their thoughts/feelings on each others' performances.
"How much did you guys enjoy putting on the show?", one reporter asked.
"We very much enjoyed ourselves.." Spitfire hesitantly mentioned. The others moved their eyes to the left without even saying a word.
Another reporter butts in. "Are you fellas sure about that? Your body language says it all."
'Maybe I should tell them that Soarin's performance during the show really did flop. Whatever Soar did during that routine, it basically ruined it entirely. I know it's wrong to hurt him this way, but I have to get this naggy feeling off my feathers'. Spitfire thought to herself.
'Fuck it! Gotta tell 'em.' She thought again.
Fleetfoot eyed Spitfire with anxiety. She whispered. "Tell the press now, who cares if it'll hurt his feelings." It seemed Soarin was still caught up juggling other questions journalist ponies threw at him. He made himself not well aware about what was gonna happen - Spitfire and Fleet were gonna spill the beans about his routine flop.
As the press went on and on with whatever question could be mustered at them, Fleet and Spitfire made eye contact with one another - as if they both communicated telepathically.
Before any additional questions were going to be asked, Spitfire was the first pony to speak up to the journalists. "It seems we left a detail out about how our routine went. Even though one of our awesome teammates always proved his dedication in all our rehearsals prior to any show, it seemed he flunked this one with a trick that wasn't incorporated".
Fleetfoot nodded in agreement as the journalists gasped, Soarin's expression was a mix of overwhelmed, shocked, mortified, and tear-jerking. "Why would they do this to me?!" he whispered loudly to himself. Luckily nor Spitfire and Fleetfoot heard him through his whisper.
'BITCHES. I can't believe Spit and Fleet, they used their words against me.' He angrily glanced at Spitfire and Fleetfoot, as the cameras flashed to take a picture of this awful moment.
Soarin was torn, as he read the headline and the extended text of the incident. He held the Equestria Daily paper in his two hooves, as the aroma of pie ingredients filled the air.
ED June 20th, 2023
Spitfire Becomes Spitty, Fleetfoot becomes a Screw-Up.It seemed two members of the most important flight team had made a fool of themselves. They thought they had the appropriate mentality to embarrass Soarin Skies of such a thing - he flunked a choreographed move in their routine a month ago. But what was the move Mr. Skies flunked on? It seemed he was required to use the Trail Twirl in their performance. but he performed it incorrectly. So, instead of finding ways to improve on the Trail Twirl, both mares instead mocked their own best friend of his own flight skills.
How messed up is that? Since when do teammates bully other teammates?
Now that this incident occurred after their Cloudsdale press conference presence, it seemed to be time for Spitfire and Fleetfoot to take some R & R, and reflect on what they had inflicted upon their best friend. Words are weapons, every pony! It seems like Spitfire and Fleetfoot need friendship lessons from Princess Twilight Sparkle herself.
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"Now this is fucking impressive, at least this headline describes Spitfire well. And damn right, Fleet screwed up big time. They deserved to be called spitty and screw-up", the pale blue stallion spoke to himself angrily. Soarin was seen sitting on the couch in his Aunt's house still reading the ED newspaper, which was printed the same month the press conference was held in Cloudsdale.
Thunder could hear her nephew from the kitchen. As she was gathering ingredients from the cupboards to make his favorite dessert, she heard Soarin speak to himself aloud. "Soar, you okay?! You sound upset."
"Yeah Aunt Thunder, I'm fine!" he lied. Still in the living room.
Thundershine trotted from the kitchen, only a few feet away from the living room. She sat down on the comfy sofa to consul her nephew. "I know that tone, dear nephew. You only say that when you're not fine".
"Alright, ya got me. I'm not fine!" Soar said, as he put down the newspaper. The article was now going to become known as the - two - wonderbolts- make - a - scene - incident all over Equestria. Hopefully the scene Spiffire and Fleet caused a month ago at the Cloudsdale Press Conference would force the two mares to learn, and reflect, on their mishaps.
'Eventually Spitfire and Fleetfoot will learn their fucking lesson'. He thought to himself, still upset over the event.
Thundershine put a hoof around Soarin's shoulder. "I know it's challenging to process the events of what happened at your guys' press conference, but it'll get better in the long run".
“Thanks for the reassurance, Auntie. Tell me, what was your press conference like in Cloudsdale?” Soarin asked his Aunt.
Thundershine took her hoof off of her nephew’s shoulder. “Well, the press conferences we attended were not the most pleasant ones. Each one that we went to always ended up to be disastrous. Paparazzi would continue to barge my teammates and I with questions. We would even be hounded by paparazzi after the conference was over. It is a price to pay when you're so well known, Soarin. I joined the Wonderbolts because I wanted to share my passion for flying with other pony folk, and inspire them to aim high. In the most challenging ways possible, I had to give up a normal life for the fame. But I'm glad I took risks to get to where I am now."
She resumed her statement. "The press conferences were a way for us not only to gain recognition for what we do, but to also spread the news of our endeavors. Isn't that what you guys are doing now? Now that Spitfire is your Captain."
"Well. Yeah." Soarin said hesitantly.
Thunder gave Soarin an encouraging look and a wink. "No matter what questions would eventually be thrown at your guys' next press conference, I have faith that you can overcome it. Despite being overwhelmed. Am I right, nephew?" This statement made the pale blue pegasus feel slightly better, but his ears were still drooped down. "Yeah, ya gotta point there", he responded to his Aunt sadly.
"Remember, do not care what the press says about you. Whether the articles are bogus or just downright lame, find ways to ignore those haters and trolls", Thundershine exclaimed.
"Haters and trolls, as in those insane journalists always after a story?" Soarin said to his Aunt. "They do whatever it takes to agitate us Wonderbolts to say something false about ourselves".
All Thunder could do was nod in agreement. "It happened to me at my second press conference in Cloudsdale twelve years ago. I recalled a reporter had asked me a difficult question about ranking up in the Wonderbolts. I answered that pony by saying it takes hard work, grit, and perseverance to rank up. That one reporter very much disliked my response and eventually released an article regarding how horrible of a pony I am, to talk to him that way. When in actuality, that statement is factual within the team. Any new rookie joining the team was told this on their first initiation".
Soar raised an eyebrow. "What does that have to do with the Wonderbolts? An initiation?"
"Soarin Skies! It's a term used to reference a newbie's first day. The former captain used it when you joined. Don't ya remember, or did your thoughts 'clipper' ?" Soarin decided to cringe at the self-made pun. He very much disliked that nickname given to him.
"I know I clipped my wing on my first day, you don't have to bring it up again Auntie Thunder", Soarin said. Then he finally cheered up.
"Didn't that pun even cheer you up a bit?" Thundershine questioned. Soarin gave his Aunt a cheeky look, before coming up with a response. "Well, it kinda did!" He finally responded enthusiastically.
"Excellent, now back to baking." His Aunt got up from the sofa."Now that you're cheered up, are you gonna stop fussing about that article now? I need help with the ingredients for the apple pie. It's not gonna bake itself ". She headed to the kitchen first.
"Oh alright, you know me way too well". Soarin also got up from the sofa and followed after his Aunt. They were in for a family baking session, filled with a messy kitchen and apple pie ingredients.