Back To Basics (Mid-Atlantic Legacy title)
Apr 13, 2016 11:30:03 GMT -5
Post by Savannah Taylor on Apr 13, 2016 11:30:03 GMT -5
Wednesday, April 6th, 2016
San Diego, California
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The vibrant sound of Caribbean music filters through the open doors of one of Southern California’s most popular eateries. The Embargo Grill, located a less than ten minute drive from SeaWorld San Diego, is a popular restaurant that dishes up various Caribbean, Latin American and Cuban cuisine. On any given day, the well sized and inviting dining room was filled to capacity with patrons either going to or coming from SeaWorld. The more spacious outdoor patio offered panoramic views of the city as well as a respite from the inside, a place to enjoy a nice meal and better company. On this particular afternoon, the outdoor patio was fairly empty, with only about five patrons seated around two out of the six tables. Seated at the table that is tucked away in the corner of the patio closest to the door are two women, one with black hair and the other with golden blond hair. To the untrained eye, these women could pass for your average, everyday San Diego residents out for a nice lunch underneath a crystal clear Southern California sky. Upon closer inspection, the blonde is current FGA wrestler Savannah Taylor. Her raven haired companion is the highly decorated and equally respected Hall of Fame wrestler Angela Jameson. The two women appear to be relaxing in the picturesque Southern California weather, complete with bright sunshine and crystal blue skies.
It was a welcome break for Savannah. Her life was starting to become busier and more intense, with her profile in wrestling continuing to rise and her beginning to take outside endorsement deals. Her first major one, with the Viva La Juicy perfume line from Juicy Couture, was keeping her busy in between matches. But she wouldn’t have it any other way, really. She was out in Los Angeles doing promotional engagements for Juicy when she received a phone call from the veteran, inviting her to lunch. So Savannah was more than happy to make the trek to the familiar surroundings of San Diego. It was a city that she hadn’t returned to since the infamous events of that one December night. She shoved whatever feelings she had aside for the sake of a nice lunch with one of the few people in the wrestling business that she not only trusted but considered her to be a friend.
Angela Jameson: Enjoying your lunch?
She motions to the mouth watering Jerk Chicken sandwich on the plate in front of Savannah.
Savannah Taylor: God yes. I forgot how great this place is.
Angela Jameson: It’s why I suggested it. Last time we were here was just about a year ago.
Savannah Taylor: When other….THINGS were going on.
She shook her head slightly, trying her best to forget the reason why she was here one year ago and the circumstances surrounding it.
Savannah Taylor: But that is all in the past now. I’m looking forward to the future.
Angela Jameson: You seem to have a bright one ahead of you, that's for sure. You seem to be pretty in demand as of late.
She said with a smirk, noticing the younger woman’s cheeks starting to flush.
Savannah Taylor: Stop. All i’m doing is taking advantage of opportunities that I never knew were out there.
Angela Jameson: See what happens when you break out of the chains that were holding you back?
Savannah Taylor: Exactly.
She takes a bite of her sandwich, wiping the corners of her mouth with the napkin that was on her lap. Angela takes a sip out of her Cafe Con Leche as she brushes a crumb off of the front of her shirt.
Angela Jameson: So when is your flight to Cincinnati leaving?
Savannah Taylor: Tomorrow morning.
Savannah was flying to Cincinnati to take part in what was being billed as a dream match against her one time coworker, Chris Strike. It was his retirement tour and her name had come up as one of the people he was most eager to face. Now the match was in four days, and the anticipation was growing.
Savannah Taylor: I start the week with Strike, and I end it with two matches where the stakes couldn’t be higher.
Angela Jameson: Which are you most anxious about?
Savannah Taylor: Honestly? The Gold Rush Rumble. At least with Annie and Izzy, I know what I’m getting into. But the Rumble? Completely different ballgame. I guess I just want to take things one match at a time after Sunday is done and in the books.
The older, more experienced veteran nods as she stabs at a piece of marinated steak on her plate and chews it slowly.
Angela Jameson: So are you ready for the triple threat match?
Savannah Taylor: As ready as I’ll ever be, I suppose. Although, I do enjoy the no disqualification aspect of things.
She tried to force the words out with as much conviction as she could, but she wasn’t quite feeling it. It was something that wasn’t lost on Angela.
Angela Jameson: Now say it like you mean it.
Savannah Taylor: Pardon?
Angela Jameson: C’mon. You aren’t going to fool me. I can tell when someone isn’t telling me the truth or they aren’t convinced of something. So….spill.
Savannah Taylor: Well I can’t help but wonder in the back of my mind what the reasoning behind me being in this match is.
Angela Jameson: Come again?
Savannah sighs a bit, taking a sip out of her glass of water.
Savannah Taylor: I didn’t exactly do a standout job the first time against Izzy. The fact that there were some dubious circumstances surrounding the outcome of that match, I’m genuinely surprised that I’m getting another shot.
After the match in question, she carried on as if nothing was ever wrong or even in question. But the times where she was by herself and was able to be alone with her thoughts, the more she allowed to let every single bit of negative comments and insults to weigh her down emotionally. She closes her eyes for a second before she clears her throat.
Savannah Taylor: Nobody knows this, but do you want to know what I was feeling after that first title match?
Angela Jameson: What’s that?
Savannah Taylor: I was left feeling like I let everyone down. I let the fans down because they wanted an instant classic match. I let my family down because they had no doubts I’d walk away the winner. Hell, in some weird way I probably even let Chandler…
A coughing sound can be heard coming from Angela as she sticks out one finger, a move meant to cut Savannah off from continuing to speak.
Angela Jameson: Stop, ok? Just….stop. First of all, you didn’t let anyone down, so get that thought out of your head. One of your biggest flaws is that you put entirely too much pressure on yourself. You put the pressure on so when something goes wrong, you’re in this hole. Trust me, I’ve been there entirely too many times to count. The fans will get over it. Your family will support you no matter what goes on. As far as Chandler goes? Honey, I can tell just at a glance that the man loves you like you love him and he wants to see you succeed. You just need to relax a bit, okay?
Savannah Taylor: I guess you’re right.
Angela Jameson: Of course I’m right.
The two women share a laugh as Savannah lets what Angela just said sink in. She was right. Savannah has a habit of placing an incredible amount of pressure on herself to deliver each and every match that when something like this happens, she tends to retreat within herself.
Angela Jameson: Will you do something for me?
Savannah Taylor: Name it.
Angela Jameson: When you step into the ring next Saturday and you are staring at both Annie and Izzy, I want you to show them the side of you that few have seen. I want you to show them the woman that ran roughshod over the San Diego Bay division, and did quite well I might add. I want you so show them the woman who stood toe to toe with a bona fide monster in Justin Brooks and took him to task in one of the greatest rivalries anyone has ever seen. I want you to show them the woman who managed to put me in the hospital. Can you do that for me?
Savannah Taylor: I...yes. Yes I can.
Angela Jameson: Good. Once you do that, carry it onward to the Rumble. If you keep that up, people will be talking about you for months after the show.
Angela says with a firm tone of voice. Savannah sank back in her chair and pondered her words. For her to go back to that side of her, it wouldn't be good for the parties involved. But if she wanted to make a name for herself here in FGA, she was going to have to do whatever it took. That started with Annie and Izzy and the Mid Atlantic Legacy title.
Albert Einstein once said that the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. It is somewhat human nature that, no matter how many times we try at something, to keep on going in the hopes that we will reach a different result. Even though more often than not, we are met with certain failure, the never quit attitude is a trait that is a mixture of fatal and admirable.
Wrestling is probably the greatest living example of this. Day in and day out, we see people busting their asses in the hopes of climbing that imaginary ladder of success, only to be brought crashing to the hard ground that is reality. Lets face it. This business isn’t for everyone. If you can’t handle the pressure that comes with being here and if you don’t posses a certain skillset, then you are just going to be toiling away in mediocrity, forever living out Einstein’s comment about insanity.
Let me clear something up right away. It’s something that I have heard rumblings about for the better part of a week. Contrary to what people are saying or may think, I don’t hate Izzy Anders. You hear that Izzy? I don’t hate you. Am I a fan of yours? You have your fleeting moments where you actually show yourself to be a decent human being. But most of the time, I’m indifferent to most of whatever you have to say. Is this arrogant and overconfident of me? Possibly, but have you just met me? Arrogance and confidence go hand in hand with me. Get used to it. I didn’t get to this stage of my career by playing the America’s sweetheart role. Then again neither have you, Izzy.
The more that I get thinking about this match and as the time ticks away, the more I realize that the two of us are more alike than we realize. Think about it. In the eyes of the general wrestling public, we both tend to be overlooked by just about everyone. We’re both similar in size and in wrestling styles. Hell, neither one of us posses the same saccharine characteristic that is bound to give everyone within a five mile radius diabetes. Not like SOME people we know. But while we do share similar traits, everything else is as different as they come. One thing I’ve noticed about you since I arrived here in FGA is how incredibly insecure you appear to be. Honestly. You base your entire professional being on the fact that you are this supposedly indestructible and intimidating champion. Yet when I look at you, all I see is a scared little girl playing dressup to impress her imaginary friends. You cling to your Mid Atlantic Legacy championship like it is a life preserver, something to keep you safe at night. But here is the flaw in this fantasy world that you have created for yourself, Izzy. At the end of the day, you may not be willing to admit this out in the open, but you know your days as champion are numbered. You know that you stand a better chance of getting a death row inmate in Texas exonerated than you do of walking out of Hershey with your title still in tact.
For almost exactly nine months, fans and wrestlers alike have watched as you have taken what many feel is a meaningless and not cared for title and elevated it to a level no one has seen before. You took the Mid Atlantic Legacy championship and gave it a place of prestige here in FGA. I tip my hat to you and offer up this imaginary slow clap. It’s an accomplishment that few in this business can claim, so it’s no wonder that you feel as special as you do. Allow me to bring you back down to Earth. See, your lengthy title reign? The elevation of a “secondary” title into something special? It’s been done before. It’s been done before by yours truly. Now I will be the first to admit, now at least, that how I initially came into possession of a similar championship was under extremely shady circumstances. But no one can deny that what I did with that title was nothing short of amazing. I breathed life into a championship that before was passed around more times than the collection plate at church. No one could do anything to stop me. But you know what happened? Someone came along and put an end to my march into the depths of the history books. Was I mad? I honestly wasn’t because I wasn’t the better wrestler that night. To this day I have absolutely no shame in losing to a superior talent. The same thing that happened to me a smidge over a year ago is fixing to happen to you this Saturday. While I was willing to admit that I was bested, I can only IMAGINE what excuses your excuses will be when you lose your title. I just hope that while you are wallowing in the depths of your own misery and self pity that you remember one thing. I just want you to remember that throughout this whole ordeal, throughout this entire buildup to the match and the match itself…...I am not nor have I been the enemy.
That title is reserved for the OTHER person in this match.
Annie, Annie, Annie. I honestly don’t know where to begin with you this go around. Once again, FGA’s resident annoying superheroine gets her way and is now the third wheel in the match. Congratulations, Annie. Are you happy with yourself? I mean, can you sit back and look at yourself over the past couple of months and be satisfied with any of your actions? If you answered ‘Yes’ to that, do me a favor and find the nearest bridge and jump off of it. You are a goddamn liar if you answered yes. For someone who prides herself on being a bastion of hope and goodness, you sure have a funny way of showing it. If you don’t believe me, then kindly allow me to elaborate. You may want to make yourself comfortable and grab a snack because this will take a while.
Probably your biggest character flaw is that you are entirely too trusting. You automatically assume that just because someone looks at you or smiles at you or is a new face around the locker room that they are going to be your best friend. I tried to warn you when I signed with FGA. Hell, other people tried to warn you as well that I wasn’t to be trusted, yet you just kept on keeping on without a care in the world. People tried to tell you all about what I have done in the past and what I was capable of doing. Instead of heeding their advice and acting like an ADULT for once, you chose to play the part of an ostrich and bury your head in the sand. Don’t you feel foolish now? Are you kicking yourself for not listening to the advice of so many of your peers? Maybe next time that someone comes at you with advice disguised as a warning, you’ll actually take the time to listen and think about it. Probably not but hey, a girl can dream can’t she?
I guess part of my problem with you is that I just don’t get you. You are a mystery wrapped up in a riddle that is tucked inside of an enigma. On the outside, you project this image of cheeriness and hopefulness that gives the FGA faithful something to hope for. You are the consummate good girl. Yet on the inside lurks the girl in high school that would shove those branded to be different into lockers because they looked at her wrong. Inside lurks the spoiled Veruca Salt character who whines and cries until she gets her way. But that isn’t the Annie that you want people to see, is it? Oh no. You’d much rather show people who they THINK you are as opposed to who you REALLY are. You can’t really fool me and you can’t really fool Izzy. Even though we are on opposite sides of the ring, I think we can both agree that the sooner people see you for what you really are, the more interesting things will be. I guess for some people, they are drawn to your optimistic nature. I just don’t count myself among those people. I would rather surround myself with people who I know are projecting their true selves out there for the world to see. I would rather be around people who aren’t afraid to hide who they are to the world for fear that they might be rejected. Why do you think my “inner circle” in wrestling consists of only four people? You on the other hand are the girl who has millions of “friends” and “followers” on social media. I’m not here to win any popularity contests, and that certainly won’t happen against you, but something tells me that you need to take a closer look at those whom you call friends. Because I can tell you right now that people like Tony Carmine are NOT your friends. At the end of the day, the only person that Tony Carmine is really looking out for and only cares about……...is Tony Carmine. You need to wake up and drill this through your thick head. Otherwise you’ll end up brokenhearted, crying into a pint of Ben & Jerry’s while watching ‘Gilmore Girls’ on Netflix.
One of the main things that gets to me about you, and not in a good way, is how when anyone DARES to speak ill of Saint Annie of Starbucks, they are shunned. They are made out to be the bad guys while you get a free pass because everyone finds you to be soooooooo cute and adorable and wouldn’t even harm a fly. People also said the same thing about Norman Bates in ‘Psycho’ but that is a story for another date and time. It borderline sickens me how you are allowed to get away with murder just because you hold some supposed clout here in FGA. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you are allowed to say whatever you want. We all know how well you use your mouth. I have to laugh when someone comes at you and verbally puts you in your place. You honestly have no idea how to react. But just know that everything that anyone has ever said in opposition to you……….every bit of it is true. That is the toughest pill of all to swallow, isn’t it, Annie? But then again you haven’t seemed to have taken issue with swallowing anything before. But hey, what do I know?
Now is the time where you would post that meme of Kermit the Frog sipping his Lipton tea. Go ahead. I’ll wait.
I would like to sit here and tell you that I don’t hold grudges against people and that I believe in letting bygones be bygones. That would be lying though, and my mother always taught me that honesty is the best policy. Yes, I am still very much heated over your amazingly craptastic job as a referee. Who wouldn’t be after the person IN CHARGE of the match couldn’t see the obvious pin under her nose? I am very much heated over your blatant indifference over any shady dealings when it comes to me. I guess if it doesn’t directly involve you,then it really doesn’t matter, does it? Just remember one thing. Everything that happens this Saturday, you brought on yourself.
Auf Wiedersehen.
San Diego, California
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The vibrant sound of Caribbean music filters through the open doors of one of Southern California’s most popular eateries. The Embargo Grill, located a less than ten minute drive from SeaWorld San Diego, is a popular restaurant that dishes up various Caribbean, Latin American and Cuban cuisine. On any given day, the well sized and inviting dining room was filled to capacity with patrons either going to or coming from SeaWorld. The more spacious outdoor patio offered panoramic views of the city as well as a respite from the inside, a place to enjoy a nice meal and better company. On this particular afternoon, the outdoor patio was fairly empty, with only about five patrons seated around two out of the six tables. Seated at the table that is tucked away in the corner of the patio closest to the door are two women, one with black hair and the other with golden blond hair. To the untrained eye, these women could pass for your average, everyday San Diego residents out for a nice lunch underneath a crystal clear Southern California sky. Upon closer inspection, the blonde is current FGA wrestler Savannah Taylor. Her raven haired companion is the highly decorated and equally respected Hall of Fame wrestler Angela Jameson. The two women appear to be relaxing in the picturesque Southern California weather, complete with bright sunshine and crystal blue skies.
It was a welcome break for Savannah. Her life was starting to become busier and more intense, with her profile in wrestling continuing to rise and her beginning to take outside endorsement deals. Her first major one, with the Viva La Juicy perfume line from Juicy Couture, was keeping her busy in between matches. But she wouldn’t have it any other way, really. She was out in Los Angeles doing promotional engagements for Juicy when she received a phone call from the veteran, inviting her to lunch. So Savannah was more than happy to make the trek to the familiar surroundings of San Diego. It was a city that she hadn’t returned to since the infamous events of that one December night. She shoved whatever feelings she had aside for the sake of a nice lunch with one of the few people in the wrestling business that she not only trusted but considered her to be a friend.
Angela Jameson: Enjoying your lunch?
She motions to the mouth watering Jerk Chicken sandwich on the plate in front of Savannah.
Savannah Taylor: God yes. I forgot how great this place is.
Angela Jameson: It’s why I suggested it. Last time we were here was just about a year ago.
Savannah Taylor: When other….THINGS were going on.
She shook her head slightly, trying her best to forget the reason why she was here one year ago and the circumstances surrounding it.
Savannah Taylor: But that is all in the past now. I’m looking forward to the future.
Angela Jameson: You seem to have a bright one ahead of you, that's for sure. You seem to be pretty in demand as of late.
She said with a smirk, noticing the younger woman’s cheeks starting to flush.
Savannah Taylor: Stop. All i’m doing is taking advantage of opportunities that I never knew were out there.
Angela Jameson: See what happens when you break out of the chains that were holding you back?
Savannah Taylor: Exactly.
She takes a bite of her sandwich, wiping the corners of her mouth with the napkin that was on her lap. Angela takes a sip out of her Cafe Con Leche as she brushes a crumb off of the front of her shirt.
Angela Jameson: So when is your flight to Cincinnati leaving?
Savannah Taylor: Tomorrow morning.
Savannah was flying to Cincinnati to take part in what was being billed as a dream match against her one time coworker, Chris Strike. It was his retirement tour and her name had come up as one of the people he was most eager to face. Now the match was in four days, and the anticipation was growing.
Savannah Taylor: I start the week with Strike, and I end it with two matches where the stakes couldn’t be higher.
Angela Jameson: Which are you most anxious about?
Savannah Taylor: Honestly? The Gold Rush Rumble. At least with Annie and Izzy, I know what I’m getting into. But the Rumble? Completely different ballgame. I guess I just want to take things one match at a time after Sunday is done and in the books.
The older, more experienced veteran nods as she stabs at a piece of marinated steak on her plate and chews it slowly.
Angela Jameson: So are you ready for the triple threat match?
Savannah Taylor: As ready as I’ll ever be, I suppose. Although, I do enjoy the no disqualification aspect of things.
She tried to force the words out with as much conviction as she could, but she wasn’t quite feeling it. It was something that wasn’t lost on Angela.
Angela Jameson: Now say it like you mean it.
Savannah Taylor: Pardon?
Angela Jameson: C’mon. You aren’t going to fool me. I can tell when someone isn’t telling me the truth or they aren’t convinced of something. So….spill.
Savannah Taylor: Well I can’t help but wonder in the back of my mind what the reasoning behind me being in this match is.
Angela Jameson: Come again?
Savannah sighs a bit, taking a sip out of her glass of water.
Savannah Taylor: I didn’t exactly do a standout job the first time against Izzy. The fact that there were some dubious circumstances surrounding the outcome of that match, I’m genuinely surprised that I’m getting another shot.
After the match in question, she carried on as if nothing was ever wrong or even in question. But the times where she was by herself and was able to be alone with her thoughts, the more she allowed to let every single bit of negative comments and insults to weigh her down emotionally. She closes her eyes for a second before she clears her throat.
Savannah Taylor: Nobody knows this, but do you want to know what I was feeling after that first title match?
Angela Jameson: What’s that?
Savannah Taylor: I was left feeling like I let everyone down. I let the fans down because they wanted an instant classic match. I let my family down because they had no doubts I’d walk away the winner. Hell, in some weird way I probably even let Chandler…
A coughing sound can be heard coming from Angela as she sticks out one finger, a move meant to cut Savannah off from continuing to speak.
Angela Jameson: Stop, ok? Just….stop. First of all, you didn’t let anyone down, so get that thought out of your head. One of your biggest flaws is that you put entirely too much pressure on yourself. You put the pressure on so when something goes wrong, you’re in this hole. Trust me, I’ve been there entirely too many times to count. The fans will get over it. Your family will support you no matter what goes on. As far as Chandler goes? Honey, I can tell just at a glance that the man loves you like you love him and he wants to see you succeed. You just need to relax a bit, okay?
Savannah Taylor: I guess you’re right.
Angela Jameson: Of course I’m right.
The two women share a laugh as Savannah lets what Angela just said sink in. She was right. Savannah has a habit of placing an incredible amount of pressure on herself to deliver each and every match that when something like this happens, she tends to retreat within herself.
Angela Jameson: Will you do something for me?
Savannah Taylor: Name it.
Angela Jameson: When you step into the ring next Saturday and you are staring at both Annie and Izzy, I want you to show them the side of you that few have seen. I want you to show them the woman that ran roughshod over the San Diego Bay division, and did quite well I might add. I want you so show them the woman who stood toe to toe with a bona fide monster in Justin Brooks and took him to task in one of the greatest rivalries anyone has ever seen. I want you to show them the woman who managed to put me in the hospital. Can you do that for me?
Savannah Taylor: I...yes. Yes I can.
Angela Jameson: Good. Once you do that, carry it onward to the Rumble. If you keep that up, people will be talking about you for months after the show.
Angela says with a firm tone of voice. Savannah sank back in her chair and pondered her words. For her to go back to that side of her, it wouldn't be good for the parties involved. But if she wanted to make a name for herself here in FGA, she was going to have to do whatever it took. That started with Annie and Izzy and the Mid Atlantic Legacy title.
Albert Einstein once said that the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. It is somewhat human nature that, no matter how many times we try at something, to keep on going in the hopes that we will reach a different result. Even though more often than not, we are met with certain failure, the never quit attitude is a trait that is a mixture of fatal and admirable.
Wrestling is probably the greatest living example of this. Day in and day out, we see people busting their asses in the hopes of climbing that imaginary ladder of success, only to be brought crashing to the hard ground that is reality. Lets face it. This business isn’t for everyone. If you can’t handle the pressure that comes with being here and if you don’t posses a certain skillset, then you are just going to be toiling away in mediocrity, forever living out Einstein’s comment about insanity.
Let me clear something up right away. It’s something that I have heard rumblings about for the better part of a week. Contrary to what people are saying or may think, I don’t hate Izzy Anders. You hear that Izzy? I don’t hate you. Am I a fan of yours? You have your fleeting moments where you actually show yourself to be a decent human being. But most of the time, I’m indifferent to most of whatever you have to say. Is this arrogant and overconfident of me? Possibly, but have you just met me? Arrogance and confidence go hand in hand with me. Get used to it. I didn’t get to this stage of my career by playing the America’s sweetheart role. Then again neither have you, Izzy.
The more that I get thinking about this match and as the time ticks away, the more I realize that the two of us are more alike than we realize. Think about it. In the eyes of the general wrestling public, we both tend to be overlooked by just about everyone. We’re both similar in size and in wrestling styles. Hell, neither one of us posses the same saccharine characteristic that is bound to give everyone within a five mile radius diabetes. Not like SOME people we know. But while we do share similar traits, everything else is as different as they come. One thing I’ve noticed about you since I arrived here in FGA is how incredibly insecure you appear to be. Honestly. You base your entire professional being on the fact that you are this supposedly indestructible and intimidating champion. Yet when I look at you, all I see is a scared little girl playing dressup to impress her imaginary friends. You cling to your Mid Atlantic Legacy championship like it is a life preserver, something to keep you safe at night. But here is the flaw in this fantasy world that you have created for yourself, Izzy. At the end of the day, you may not be willing to admit this out in the open, but you know your days as champion are numbered. You know that you stand a better chance of getting a death row inmate in Texas exonerated than you do of walking out of Hershey with your title still in tact.
For almost exactly nine months, fans and wrestlers alike have watched as you have taken what many feel is a meaningless and not cared for title and elevated it to a level no one has seen before. You took the Mid Atlantic Legacy championship and gave it a place of prestige here in FGA. I tip my hat to you and offer up this imaginary slow clap. It’s an accomplishment that few in this business can claim, so it’s no wonder that you feel as special as you do. Allow me to bring you back down to Earth. See, your lengthy title reign? The elevation of a “secondary” title into something special? It’s been done before. It’s been done before by yours truly. Now I will be the first to admit, now at least, that how I initially came into possession of a similar championship was under extremely shady circumstances. But no one can deny that what I did with that title was nothing short of amazing. I breathed life into a championship that before was passed around more times than the collection plate at church. No one could do anything to stop me. But you know what happened? Someone came along and put an end to my march into the depths of the history books. Was I mad? I honestly wasn’t because I wasn’t the better wrestler that night. To this day I have absolutely no shame in losing to a superior talent. The same thing that happened to me a smidge over a year ago is fixing to happen to you this Saturday. While I was willing to admit that I was bested, I can only IMAGINE what excuses your excuses will be when you lose your title. I just hope that while you are wallowing in the depths of your own misery and self pity that you remember one thing. I just want you to remember that throughout this whole ordeal, throughout this entire buildup to the match and the match itself…...I am not nor have I been the enemy.
That title is reserved for the OTHER person in this match.
Annie, Annie, Annie. I honestly don’t know where to begin with you this go around. Once again, FGA’s resident annoying superheroine gets her way and is now the third wheel in the match. Congratulations, Annie. Are you happy with yourself? I mean, can you sit back and look at yourself over the past couple of months and be satisfied with any of your actions? If you answered ‘Yes’ to that, do me a favor and find the nearest bridge and jump off of it. You are a goddamn liar if you answered yes. For someone who prides herself on being a bastion of hope and goodness, you sure have a funny way of showing it. If you don’t believe me, then kindly allow me to elaborate. You may want to make yourself comfortable and grab a snack because this will take a while.
Probably your biggest character flaw is that you are entirely too trusting. You automatically assume that just because someone looks at you or smiles at you or is a new face around the locker room that they are going to be your best friend. I tried to warn you when I signed with FGA. Hell, other people tried to warn you as well that I wasn’t to be trusted, yet you just kept on keeping on without a care in the world. People tried to tell you all about what I have done in the past and what I was capable of doing. Instead of heeding their advice and acting like an ADULT for once, you chose to play the part of an ostrich and bury your head in the sand. Don’t you feel foolish now? Are you kicking yourself for not listening to the advice of so many of your peers? Maybe next time that someone comes at you with advice disguised as a warning, you’ll actually take the time to listen and think about it. Probably not but hey, a girl can dream can’t she?
I guess part of my problem with you is that I just don’t get you. You are a mystery wrapped up in a riddle that is tucked inside of an enigma. On the outside, you project this image of cheeriness and hopefulness that gives the FGA faithful something to hope for. You are the consummate good girl. Yet on the inside lurks the girl in high school that would shove those branded to be different into lockers because they looked at her wrong. Inside lurks the spoiled Veruca Salt character who whines and cries until she gets her way. But that isn’t the Annie that you want people to see, is it? Oh no. You’d much rather show people who they THINK you are as opposed to who you REALLY are. You can’t really fool me and you can’t really fool Izzy. Even though we are on opposite sides of the ring, I think we can both agree that the sooner people see you for what you really are, the more interesting things will be. I guess for some people, they are drawn to your optimistic nature. I just don’t count myself among those people. I would rather surround myself with people who I know are projecting their true selves out there for the world to see. I would rather be around people who aren’t afraid to hide who they are to the world for fear that they might be rejected. Why do you think my “inner circle” in wrestling consists of only four people? You on the other hand are the girl who has millions of “friends” and “followers” on social media. I’m not here to win any popularity contests, and that certainly won’t happen against you, but something tells me that you need to take a closer look at those whom you call friends. Because I can tell you right now that people like Tony Carmine are NOT your friends. At the end of the day, the only person that Tony Carmine is really looking out for and only cares about……...is Tony Carmine. You need to wake up and drill this through your thick head. Otherwise you’ll end up brokenhearted, crying into a pint of Ben & Jerry’s while watching ‘Gilmore Girls’ on Netflix.
One of the main things that gets to me about you, and not in a good way, is how when anyone DARES to speak ill of Saint Annie of Starbucks, they are shunned. They are made out to be the bad guys while you get a free pass because everyone finds you to be soooooooo cute and adorable and wouldn’t even harm a fly. People also said the same thing about Norman Bates in ‘Psycho’ but that is a story for another date and time. It borderline sickens me how you are allowed to get away with murder just because you hold some supposed clout here in FGA. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you are allowed to say whatever you want. We all know how well you use your mouth. I have to laugh when someone comes at you and verbally puts you in your place. You honestly have no idea how to react. But just know that everything that anyone has ever said in opposition to you……….every bit of it is true. That is the toughest pill of all to swallow, isn’t it, Annie? But then again you haven’t seemed to have taken issue with swallowing anything before. But hey, what do I know?
Now is the time where you would post that meme of Kermit the Frog sipping his Lipton tea. Go ahead. I’ll wait.
I would like to sit here and tell you that I don’t hold grudges against people and that I believe in letting bygones be bygones. That would be lying though, and my mother always taught me that honesty is the best policy. Yes, I am still very much heated over your amazingly craptastic job as a referee. Who wouldn’t be after the person IN CHARGE of the match couldn’t see the obvious pin under her nose? I am very much heated over your blatant indifference over any shady dealings when it comes to me. I guess if it doesn’t directly involve you,then it really doesn’t matter, does it? Just remember one thing. Everything that happens this Saturday, you brought on yourself.
Auf Wiedersehen.