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Post by Savannah Taylor on Aug 12, 2023 16:08:06 GMT -5
Segment 7, please!
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Post by Savannah Taylor on Mar 15, 2022 15:09:22 GMT -5
Favorite Match(es): Chivalry Is Dead. The intensity leading up to this has been one of my favorite match builds in recent weeks/months. Absolute kudos to Seth and VonVon for their awesome work.
Favorite Segment: Seth Iser. The delivery was...*chefs kiss* It made the match that much more awesome.
Most Memorable Moment: Two come to mind...Izzy joining the "Chivalry Is Dead" winners circle and John Carmichael completely losing his s***. One moment was making history...the other was cementing a person who isn't one to be trifled with (though technically both of them aren't to be effed with!)
Wrestler Of The Show: It's a legit tie between Izzy Anders and Lowri Moss. Both of them shown in their respective matches and have more than earned all the praise they get.
What Do You Think Happens Next: Given that Owen lost, I wouldn't be at all surprised to see him be pushed into the main event scene as a potential challenger to Lowri. I'm also anxious to see just where Cordy goes from here after coming up short. A lot of things are kind of up in the air with some people, so I'm very interested in seeing how those paths are laid out.
Closing Thoughts: This show has become one of my favorite events in FGA. So much good stuff happens that it has become can't miss. On a personal note, the feud with Carmichael has been one of my favorites thus far. It's kept my mind off of some crap going on in my personal life and I have just simply had fun.
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Post by Savannah Taylor on Jan 14, 2020 22:06:39 GMT -5
FGA CHAMPIONSHIPS HELD: FGA International Heavyweight Champion (1x) FGA United States Champion (2x)(inaugural champion) FGA Pride Champion (1x) 2019 Most Hated Wrestler of the Year 2019 Best Technical Wrestler of the Year 2019 Match of the Year (vs. Jimmy Page- Only The Strong Survive) 2020 Feud of the Year (vs. Jimmy Page) 2020 Best Technical Wrestler of the Year
ADDITIONAL CHAMPIONSHIPS HELD: FFW No Surrender Champion (2x) EXODUS Pro World Champion (1x)(Final) EXODUS Pro International Champion (1x) EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion (1x) 2018 FFW Feud of the Year 2018 FFW Most Influential of the Year 2019 FFW Feud of the Year
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Post by Savannah Taylor on Dec 17, 2019 1:30:52 GMT -5
STATS
WRESTLER'S FULL NAME: Savannah Julianne Star (née Taylor)
WRESTLER'S RING NAME: Savannah Taylor
WRESTLER'S NICKNAME: The Las Vegas Siren
D.O.B.: 9.13.1988
HEIGHT: 5'8"
WEIGHT: 120 lbs
ALIGNMENT: Heel Spectrum: (1 - 4) | Tweener: (5) | Face Spectrum (6 - 10) 2.5
BILLED FROM: Las Vegas, Nevada
PRO DEBUT: October 20th, 2013
PICBASE: Candice Swanepoel
MANAGER: None
MOVESET
WRESTLING STYLE: 1. Technical/Striker 2. High flyer
FINISHING MOVSES: 1. Siren’s Song - Scissored DDT 2. Dancing Mad - Double wrist-lock knee strike to a kneeling opponent 3. Ace of Spades - Double Leg Muta Lock 4. Heartless Angel - Kirifuda Clutch
TRADEMARK MOVES: 1. Black Materia - Grounded hammerlock & inverted armbreaker 2. Ruby Weapon - Dragonrana 3. Emerald Weapon - Corkscrew neckbreaker 4. Ultimecia - Phoenix Splash 5. A Cruel Angel’s Thesis - One handed Electric Chair Driver
COMMON MOVES:
STRIKING - Spinning Backfist - Roundhouse kick - Pele kick -Superkick -Open handed chop -Enziguri -Shoot kicks -Running bicycle knee strike
GRAPPLING - Uranage - Snap dragon suplex -Cross legged Fisherman neckbreaker -Japanese armdrag -Neckbreaker
RUNNING - Corner back elbow - Slingblade -Running backbreaker -Spear
GROUND - Kondo clutch - Sleeper hold -Armlock -STF
AERIAL - Tope con Hilo - Triangle moonsault -Missile dropkick -Corkscrew moonsault
ENTRANCE & ATTIRE
ENTRANCE MUSIC: "Just Close Your Eyes" by Waterproof Blonde
RING ATTIRE: Entrance- A black sleeveless, ankle length hooded robe with a delicate ivory colored vine-like pattern trailing up from the bottom hem, up the left and right sides of the front and going up either side of the hood.
Ring- A black halter top with a lace up pattern on the chest, black tights with kneepads worn underneath and black boots. The waistband of the pants, bottom hem of the top and the lace up pattern on said top are all outlined in a vibrant shade of pink. On each leg, on the upper portion of the leg, is an intricate tribal design in the same shade of pink with a silver spade in the center of the design. She also wears black tape on each wrist.
RING ENTRANCE:
CHAMPIONSHIP ENTRANCE:
CHARACTER BACKGROUND
PERSONALITY: Cocky. Prideful. Antagonistic. A royal bitch. All things used to describe Savannah to a t. She has never been one to go out of her way to endear herself to her fellow coworkers, which has led to her becoming sort of a loner. She has a chip on her shoulder the size of Texas, which comes from years of being told she’s not quite good enough. Despite all she has achieved, she is secretly longing for one thing and one thing only……..respect from her coworkers.
STRENGTHS: 1. 1. Athleticism- With her physical conditioning at a peak, she can do things in the ring not everyone can. 2. Speed and agility- She relies on her quickness to help her get the win 3. Keine Angst- She has virtually no fear when it comes to either putting herself at risk or pulling off some incredible moves.
WEAKNESSES: 1. Ego- Her inflated sense of self-importance can cause her to lose focus on the match at times. 2. Small stature- Pretty self-explanatory. She struggles against opponents much larger than she is, thus relying on her quickness and striking abilities to get the job done. 3. Lack of a connection with the fans- When times get tough in the ring, Savannah’s lack of any sort of bond with the fans can hurt her, leaving her on an island by herself so to speak.
TAUNTS/MANNERISMS: 1. When the fans are voicing their obvious displeasure towards her (which happens a LOT) and they favor her opponent, Savannah will stand with her arms folded across her chest and will roll her eyes quite heavily, before dismissing them and the opposition with a wave of her hand. 2. When setting her opponent up for the Dancing Mad, Savannah will blow a kiss to her opponent before kneeing their head clean off their shoulders.
Allies & Foes:
ALLIES 1. Heather Lasiewicz 2. Izzy Anders- Heroes Never Die 3. 4. 5.
FOES 1. Jimmy Page 2. Salem 3. Cordelia Stevenson 4. James Edwards 5. Johnny Karma
FGA CHAMPIONSHIPS HELD: FGA International Heavyweight Champion (1x) FGA United States Champion (2x)(inaugural champion) FGA Pride Champion (1x)
ADDITIONAL CHAMPIONSHIPS HELD: FFW No Surrender Champion (2x) EXODUS Pro World Champion (1x)(Final) EXODUS Pro International Champion (1x) EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Champion (1x) 2018 FFW Feud of the Year 2018 FFW Most Influential of the Year
BACKGROUND: Growing up in the heart of Sin City, Savannah Taylor dreamed of a better, more stable life, even from a young age. When she was only five years old, she was taken from the only home that she had known and placed in one of the worst situations anyone could imagine….foster care. From the age of five right up until her eighteenth birthday, Savannah was bounced around from foster home to foster home, never finding the love and sense of family that was taken away from her. Upon graduation from high school, Savannah enrolled at the University of Nevada Las Vegas. While in college pursuing a degree in marketing, Savannah found herself enrolling in a local wresting school. Wrestling school was a great way to not only pursue something that she had been a longtime fan of, but it would also help her get out some long buried issues. Upon graduation from UNLV, Savannah was travelling all around not only Nevada, but the West Coast as a whole, doing various independent shows for crowds of all degrees of sizes, but not numbering more than around five hundred. One night as she was sitting in the locker room after a match, a man approached her with an offer of more stability in wrestling. That man was Nicholas Gray, the owner of the San Diego, California based EXODUS Pro.
Soon Savannah found herself with her first taste of the big leagues in wrestling. Initial, it was a bit rough out of the gate, but she hit something of a stride and soon found herself slowly climbing the ranks of EXODUS, winning the San Diego Bay championship, which was her very first singles title. Ever. A feud with the monster known as Justin Brooks seemed to elevate the Las Vegas Native. The series of matches the two had were considered to be some of the best in the company, and definitely among Savannah’s favorites. The two would trade the International championship back and forth, Brooks having it first, then Savannah besting him for it, then Savannah dropping it back to Brooks. The matches she had with Brooks were grueling, but they also reminded Savannah of why she loved this business. Around early 2015, Savannah soon caught the attention of one Samantha Star, who invited Savannah as a guest at one of the shows FFW was putting on. One thing led to another, and Savannah was signed to an FFW contract, all the while keeping her EXODUS commitments. Working in two companies would keep Savannah busy, but this would not last. On December 7th of that same year, life in wrestling changed for Savannah. It was her ultimate moment, her crowning achievement. That day saw her hard work pay off as she won the EXODUS Pro World championship. Her glory was short lived as circumstances beyond anyone’s imagination saw the closure of EXODUS Pro. Savannah didn’t rest for very long, because the day after the Fall of EXODUS, Savannah was in New Jersey signing her contract with the Jersey based Frontier Grappling Arts, a place that she is still with to this day.
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Post by Savannah Taylor on Sept 13, 2019 19:58:52 GMT -5
The Convention Hall was fairly silent as the reporters gathered before the podium, scribbling in their notepads and clicking away at their various electronic devices, taking notes about the teams that have already said their pieces and those who are still to come. Indeed, the annual Dynamic Duos tournament is a highly anticipated event and draws teams from all across the wrestling spectrum. There was a loud knocking sound coming from the other side of the closed doors, loud enough to cause the press to pick their heads up and glance towards the door. The knocking continued, in a pattern that oddly resembled the main theme to the movie “The Terminator.” A Hall employee, who is looking rather bored to be stuck being at this event, begrudgingly gets up and throws open both doors. He is immediately met with a pair of boots right to his face, causing him to fly back in dramatic fashion and crumple into a heap on the floor. Laughing is heard as stepping into the Hall were the brother team of Max and Kyle Greenback, more commonly known as Team S.U.P.E.R.K.I.C.K. Both brothers are wearing sneakers, jeans and black t shirts with #GoodGuys in gold on the front. They walk through the crowd of reporters and jump up onto the stage, despite the fact that a very practical set of stars were literally right in front of them. Standing up at the podium, the brothers look around at the sea of faces staring back at them.
Max Greenback:: Yeah, sorry we broke your intern over there…..NOT!
Kyle Greenback: Any and all hospital bills can be sent immediately to one Chris Strike.
Max Greenback:: Dude, really? Coach?
Kyle waves his hand dismissively.
Kyle Greenback: Relaaax. He’s cool with it.
Max shrugs as Flashpoint ace reporter Amanda Johnson stands up and clears her throat.
Amanda Johnson: Max and Kyle, welcome to the Dynamic Duos tournament. Before we get into your opponents….
A loud groan can be heard from Kyle, who is elbowed in the ribs by Max.
Kyle Greenback: OW!
Max Greenback:: Shut up and let her talk!
Amanda shakes her head slightly as she continues.
Amanda Johnson: As I was saying, before we get into your opponents, why don’t you tell those of us who aren’t as familiar with you guys a little bit about yourselves? Where did you grow up? Where were you trained? That sort of thing.
Max Greenback:: Sure thing, Manders. See, my brother and I are from the rough streets of Salt Lake City, Utah.
Kyle Greenback: UTAAAHHHH!
Max Greenback:: We started goofing around in the backyard on trampolines and stuff, and that eventually led us to the Sanctuary Wrestling Academy. Up until recently, we were tearing it up over in Pro Wrestling RAIDEN. So….here we are.
Kyle isn’t paying attention, which is par for the course, as he seems to be scanning the crowd looking for someone.
Kyle Greenback: Someone’s missing here.
Amanda Johnson: No, I am fairly certain that all the press is here who is supposed to be here.
Kyle Greenback: Oh yeah? Then tell me….where is Big Dave?
Amanda Johnson: Who?
Kyle steps back in horror.
Kyle Greenback: Excuuuuuuuuse me? Dave Scriven, word renowned wrestling journalist! The inventor of the famed star scale. HIM!
Max lowers his head, partly at Amanda’s ignorance, and partly at his brother. Let’’s face it, it’s mainly for his brother.
Max Greenback:: He’s back in Japan. Some guy named Patrick is taking the reins.
Kyle Greenback: Well, send him back to the Krusty Krab then.
He folds his arms across his chest and rolls his eyes. Amanda looks at Kyle, then at Max and shakes her head.
Amanda Johnson: Well, why don’t we talk about your opponents later this evening. You’re set to face a pair that you have ben in some interesting Twitter spats with, Max Powers and Landon Knight, the Super Mario Wrestling Bros.
Max Greenback:: Manders, it’s real simple. We don’t like them and for SOME reason, they don’t like us.
Kyle Greenback: Freaking rubes….
Max Greenback:: It doesn’t matter what fancy tricks they like to throw out and it doesn't matter who they have shared the ring with. Come bell time later tonight, we’re going to be the only team that matters in their bizzaro world.
Kyle Greenback: Have you ever met a pair of unfortunate rubes in all of your life? They act like this is all one big video game and have the NERVE to call us Team Soy Bois.
He shakes his head.
Kyle Greenback: Well I will have them know that, thanks to the power of Google, I know what that term means and they should be ASHAMED of themselves. My brother and I will be more than happy to kick some sense into those Mario nerds and remind them that their princess is in another castle.
With that, the brothers do the mic drop pose as they hop off of the stage and head towards the exit as the scene shifts back to the media pool.
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Post by Savannah Taylor on Aug 13, 2019 1:31:04 GMT -5
**RECORDED EARLIER** **August 11th, 2019** **2:42pm Pacific Time** “The more things change, the more they stay the same.”
The feminine voice calls out as the camera opens up in the seemingly empty parking garage area behind the famed Staples Center. There are only a handful of rental cars scattered throughout the lot, with more to show up as more people arrive. Scanning around, the camera spots the figure of the reigning FGA International Heavyweight champion Savannah Taylor perched on the trunk of her rental car. Her legs dangle gently, so as not to damage the car, and her championship sits in her lap. “We all know that the landscape not just on the A show of Flashpoint, but FGA as a whole has changed. Prime example is the fact that I now hold the top prize. And yet, even though I had the biggest win of my career thus far back at Only The Strong Survive, I have yet to receive any form of thanks, congratulations or any type of well wishes. Certainly not the likes of Fujiko Mine did.”
She rolls her eyes. “I shouldn’t be surprised, though. Even though I worked just as hard as she did and overcame just as tough an opponent that she did, people dismiss my major achievement. I would expect nothing less out of the same people who cheered a monster who pretty much ended the career of one of the best wrestlers on the planet. These same people who celebrate the actions of someone like that are the same ones who blind themselves to the truth. These are the same people who turn their noses up when the truth smacks them in the face.”
“These are your people, Jimmy.”She slides off of the trunk and places her title belt over her right shoulder. “That is one thing I don’t quite get about you. You come out here week after week after effing week, claiming to not be the man you used to be. You say that you are a changed man and that you aren’t a monster, but c’mon man. Those of us with common sense know that is a boldfaced lie. But the REAL kicker is the fans actually believe you. They. Believe. You. Quite personally, I have a much easier time believing Dom Harter turning over a new leaf than you, Jimmy. You may be able to pull the wool over the eyes of the fans and you may have them eating out of the palm of your hand, but I know the truth. I know the truth that these fans and these so called ‘friends’ of yours are reluctant to hear. You aren’t a changed man at all. You are still the same no good, pathetic, downright miserable excuse for a human being that should never be allowed to see the light of day. The fact that you aren’t behind bars at this point is nothing short of a miracle.”
She grins slightly. “You see that, Jimmy? That little bit of truth that I just dropped? I come out and say that and I am booed out of the building. People like myself, Ashlyn DeLuca and even your good friend Chandler Scott are vilified because we aren’t blinded by this persona you’ve adopted. We can see right through this shiny new good guy act you put on. The fact that you and everyone else want to ignore the truth tells me everything I need to know about people. If people would rather cheer for you, even after every deplorable and heinous thing that you have done since day one in FGA than face the truth, that is on them, not me. But something that you said the first Flashpoint after Only The Strong Survive stuck with me. You said that one thing that I have in common with Chandler is that neither one of us see you as a human being. Neither one of us thinks that you are worthy of the compassion that you think you are entitled to.”
“Can you exactly blame us?” She adjusts her title over her shoulders as she stands up a little straighter. “How can you sit there and pretty much JUSTIFY what you’ve done and then turn around, whining and complaining when people actually call you out on your bullshit? How can you actually claim that people like myself and the inaugural International champion don’t treat you like the man that we know you aren’t? Normal people don’t brutalize a relative newcomer to the business. Normal people don’t let hate cloud their judgement and attempt to end the career of a cornerstone of this business and this company. Normal people certainly don’t demand a match against the one who took their precious shiny toy away from them and expect to have the other person just roll over and give you what you want. The way that you carry on and yell to anyone about how you thought I would have been different after I beat you as though I would show you a modicum of respect is downright laughable. What I did to you then, as well as last Flashpoint, was only a fraction of what you deserved. Busting you open with my newly won title belt was the first strike. Taking the monitor and smashing it against your face? Phase two. What I have in mind for you tonight would make the most hardened hardcore veteran wince. But what I find hilarious is how you and especially Geoff Penzer are warning me that this First Blood Match is a bad idea. Geoff even said how I should think twice about going through with this if I valued my career at all.Let me ask you something, Jimmy.”
She sets her belt down on the trunk of her rental and raises the hem of her t shirt, revealing her toned stomach and also some faint, yet still visible, scars. “Do I really look like I am afraid to bleed? Do i really strike you as the type who is a scared little girl who would honestly back down from this match? Jimmy, I’ve been in wars that you could only hope to read about. I’ve been in No Disqualification and Cage matches with a short tempered Scotswoman. I beat a Brazilian in a Last Woman Standing match who, by all accounts, is you with tits and an accent. So tell me again why I should be afraid of you? Remind me why I should be afraid of possibly spilling a little blood? Did you not watch last year’s Only The Strong Survive? Did you see what Noelle Smith and I put each other through and how bloody we both got? More importantly, did you see who walked away the victor? The same one who is going to leave the Staples Center STILL International Heavyweight champion. What I did to Kendall Kingham a couple of weeks back was simple. It was to send you a message that maybe, juuuusssst maybe you have bitten off more than you can chew. But hey, what do I know? I’m only the champion.”
She lowers her shirt and picks her belt back up, slinging it over her shoulder. “Last year at All Star Showdown VII, I was being the complete team player when I helped Team Flashpoint to victory over Team Vertigo. No one expected Flashpoint to get over the egos, but hey, we got the job done? And where were you one year ago? Getting pinned by Evan Envi in the Undisputed Title triple threat. If I have my way, history is certainly going to be repeating itself tonight. It has been a less than great past few weeks personally. You try dealing with getting screwed out of a major championship match by your See You Next Tuesday of a sister in law and forcing my husband out of a job. So excuse me if I have little to no sympathy for your self imposed pity party, Jimmy. Forgive me if I’m not in the mood for dealing with your constant need to yell into the void about how you’re going to paint the City of Angels with my blood. I didn’t give a damn when you interrupted my championship celebration speech, and I haven’t cared since. It’s going to be a long night for both of us, Jimmy. But for you, it will be even longer. When the bell rings, it’s not signalling the beginning and the end of the match, oh no. When you hear the bell ring, it is signalling the end for you. Because….the bell tolls for everyone, but especially for you. Tick tock, Jimmy. Tick. Tock.”
Savannah smirks at the camera as she starts to head to the rear entrance as the scene fades to black. "Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee."
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Post by Savannah Taylor on Jul 20, 2017 8:24:48 GMT -5
The crowd and the media alike have just begun to calm down after Holly and Kenzie left the podium, and the media is anxiously awaiting the next people up. Soft clicking is heard as Savannah taylor and Heather Lasiewicz, collectively known as Blonde Ambition, make their way to the podium. The FGA Pride champion is the first to reach the podium, looking nothing short of stunning in a fitted, short red dress with a three quarter sleeve black lace overlay, and black peep toe Christian Louboutin heels. Her blonde hair falls over her shoulders in soft waves and her only jewelry is a silver necklace with a matching silver three headed dragon pendant. Heather is looking just as stunning in a cream colored short suit and matching fitted blazer, with matching cream colored heels, with the fitted vest of her suit subtly showing off what God has blessed her with. Savannah carefully adjusts her Pride championship belt over her shoulder as she clears her throat.
Savannah Taylor: Four words. Eleven letters. These four words have the power to make us enemies out of everyone up here, but then again, we already are. Those four words are as follows……….we told you so. Heather and I stood up here and told each and every one of you that we would walk into the last Flashpoint and knock off the former World Tag Team champions. We told everyone that we were a legit threat, yet people doubted us. People downplayed the two of us simply because we choose to associate with Izzy Anders. But hey, that is perfectly fine. That is well within their rights to think and believe whatever they want. They just need to remember it is not only OUR right but our JOB to prove them wrong, and that starts tonight…….again.
Heather smirked with delight as she steps up to the mic.
Heather Lasiewicz: I enjoy wiping the confident smiles off my doubters faces. I also enjoyed the disappointment in the eyes of those who would nothing more than to see us fail. We warned everyone that Blonde Ambition was going to be a threat. We put you on notice that we were going to crush the momentum of the former tag team champions. We gave you our word that we were more than just pretty faces and perfect physical specimens. We told you all of this… And you chose to scoff at us. Now who's laughing, bitches?
Savannah nods her head as smirks.
Savannah Taylor: Now every single team up on this stage will have no choice but to sit back and watch as history repeats itself tonight.
She clears her throat as she spots FGA reporter Jessie Pederson raising her hand. Savannah nods in her direction as Jessie stands up.
Jessie Pederson: We all saw how well you two worked together against the former champions Elysian Empire. This week you face Upper Echelon. Are your strategies going to be any different?
Heather waves a hand carelessly in the air.
Heather Lasiewicz: Should we? Obviously, we have an effective formula. Do we need to tweak it between teams? Maybe in the slightest way, but what we have works. Why should our strategy between Elysian Empire and Upper Echelon change dramatically? And even if it were to change, do you think we'd spill the beans so foolishly? We're not rookies, for fucks sake.
Heather waves her hand, indicating the end of the question. Spencer Burke rises and Heather nods his way.
Spencer Burke: Heather, Chandler Scott seems to have quite a lot to say about your recent attitude change. Will this affect anything between you and his tag partner, your husband Andreas Lasiewicz, should both of your teams make it far enough to face off? How do you feel about the idea of you and Savannah trying to claim a victory over one of the most dominant figures in the business?
A look of pure frustration crosses the lovely face of Heather as her aqua eyes suddenly flash violet. She looks at Savannah who shrugs. Heather motions for Savannah to take the question as she gains her composure and gathers her thoughts. Savannah takes a second to ensure that her tag team partner is okay before turning her attention to Spencer.
Savannah Taylor: Look, I’m not going to stand here and say that there isn’t history between the four of us. Just being in the same ring with them would be something. But to get a victory over two of the greats? That would be an achievement that few have accomplished. Then again, they have to actually make it that far for this to happen.
She says with a cheeky grin as she brushes her hair out of her face, turning her attention back to Heather. Heather licks her lips and smiles salaciously as she steps back up to the mic.
Heather Lasiewicz: If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times: Should Andreas and I meet in that ring, we do so as combatants, not husband and wife. Our marriage is successful on a healthy competitive streak and a mutual understanding that what happens in the ring, stays in the ring. As for Chandler… well, he's always enjoyed the sound of his own voice a bit, hasn't he? Far be it from me to try and silence him… but should the Godfathers find themselves in the path of two ambitious blondes, I'd be remiss if I didn't take his tongue home with me as a souvenir of our bout.
Several sounds of disgust can be heard at this. Heather chortled evilly and motions for the next question. Spencer Burke remains on his feet, earning him a scowl from Heather.
Spencer Burke: Allow me to move on to the team at present, then. Upper Echelon. What are your thoughts on the next hurdle on your quest for Dynamic Duos victory?
Heather purses her lips.
Heather Lasiewicz: Oh, right. I suppose I should give them a thought, shouldn't I?
Savannah covers her mouth as she giggles. Heather tips her head back and winks playfully at her partner. There is a mixed reaction, some chuckles, some disapproval. Once Savannah has calmed down a bit, she ponders Spencer’s question for a second.
Savannah Taylor: When I think of Upper Echelon, I immediately think of the term being hurled around on Twitter between two self absorbed rich brats who are both in love with their own reflections. I do NOT think of Emilio and Jinzai. Sorry to burst their bubbles, but it’s true. But just because I think that doesn’t mean I’m not taking them seriously. On the contrary. Emilio and Jinzai both stand in the way of the one match that everyone wants to see, regardless of their own thoughts about the participants involved. If beating Upper Echelon means Heather and I are that much closer to putting on a Match of the Year contender, then that is exactly what we are going to do. Like it or not, boys, the party ends tonight.
She says as she casts a sideways glance over at Upper Echelon. Heather follows her gaze and blows them each a kiss.
Heather Lasiewicz: My sincerest apologies, boys. I'm afraid I'm not as familiar with you as you seem to be with my buxom partner and me. I've seen Jinzai on Twitter and to be quite honest, your antics bore me. Your as mature as a boy entering his sophomore year of high school and from what I've heard, Emilio here isn't much better in that regard. But facts are facts and the two of you as a team were good enough to get into this tournament. I heard you say you were on a mission… Well, I'm afraid that's bad news for you, for Blonde Ambition is also on a mission. Our journey is a glorious one that only sees us sharing belts as glittering and golden as our hair. Failure is not in our vocabulary. It doesn't matter who we run with outside of this tournament. In the tag team circuit, there is no Izzy Anders or Yun Geoun. There is no Heroes Never Die. There is only Blonde Ambition, Savannah Taylor and Heather Lasiewicz… Your future FGA Tag Team Champions.
Heather pauses for a moment, lost in thought. Jesse begins to rise, but Heather begins to speak again.
Heather Lasiewicz: We don't underestimate you boys. That would be a fool's way of playing. I fully expect a fight. I welcome a fight. The thing is… this win holds so much more than a step closer to tag team glory. This win offers me an opportunity I think I've sorely needed. A chance to clear my name, you could say. Restore a legacy I've built on my own. Many have called me a follower as of late. A mindless lackey, a bandwagon jumper into Izzy Anders vision. What you've mistaken as following is called strategy. I don't blindly follow, I share a vision and walk beside my friends. Many have accused me of hanging on the coattails of my husband and using his name to make my own star shine brighter. But if you believe nothing else that leaves these perfect lips, believe this; people will never forget the name Heather Halliwell. If you think a name change erases everything I've made for myself in this business…
Heather's eyes glow violet again as she glares out into the crowd and down the line of teams present.
Heather Lasiewicz: Then step up to me and I'll be ever so happy to show you how wrong you are.
Savannah is nodding her head and mouthing ‘Preach!’ as Heather speaks. Once Heather is finished, she backs away slowly as Savannah adjusts her title belt over her shoulder.
Savannah Taylor: You see, Spencer, it’s really quite simple. Both Jinzai and Emilio may be something of a couple of big shots over in HKW, but as certain people have so, ahem, eloquently put it, it doesn’t matter what you have done elsewhere. All that matters is what you do here in FGA. Whether it be for a week, a month or many years, what you do between THESE ropes for THIS company is what matter.
Spencer Burke: Are you at all concerned that Emilio and Jinzai seem to be focused elsewhere instead of on you and Heather?
Savannah Taylor: Look, if they want to look elsewhere and keep overlooking myself and Heather, then that is their prerogative. No one is putting a gun to their head and forcing them to talk about us and ONLY us. Heather and I are guilty of talking about others in this tournament, and with good reason.
Savannah clears her throat as her crystal blue eyes narrow slightly.
Savannah Taylor: But boys, the more that you overlook us, the worse off it is going to be for you. You’ve heard how irritated Heather is getting the more time passes. She has every right to be as upset as she is. Emilio, Jinzai….I want the two of you to bring everything that you’ve got in your arsenal. I want you to bring your A game to the match. I want you to do your Goddamn WORST. Because I guarantee you that your A game isn’t going to be enough. All of your skills, your tricks and everything that makes you two the men that you are isn’t going to be nearly enough to save the both of you. You can do your worst to the two of us, and it won’t matter. Heather and I have been in the ring with badder, more talented and more intimidating people than you could possibly think of, some of them are even up on this very stage. So I am practically BEGGING the both of you to just put the blinders on and keep the focus on us. That way WHEN we beat you, we will have beaten you at your best.
Heather applauds. She gives a noncommittal glance over in Upper Echelons direction before turning back to the mic.
Heather Lasiewicz: It does seem a bit unfair, doesn't it? Haven't opponents who aren't fully focused on their upcoming match or any part of what we are in FGA? They talk a good game, but let's be honest, boys. You only give us half of your attention IF that much of it, because you have to for this match. Because you don't truly see us as the threats we are. You plan to glide right on through us as though we're air. Well guess what, sweeties? We're the rock wall that's going to tumble and crush you when you try to blast through. You plan to step through those ropes and make quick work of us, but we'll have the victory and looking towards our next round before you can comprehend what happened. Savannah already made the plea for you to bring your A-game, I'm here to tell you to save it for HKW. It doesn't matter WHAT level of fame you bring tonight, Blonde Ambition is taking the next step towards the winner's circle. If you think you can stop that, you're welcome to try… I'm willing to bet defeat is a becoming look on both of you.
Spencer nods his head slowly as he sits down, scribbling furiously on his notepad. Savannah looks out amongst the sea of reporters and randomly points at one young female reporter.
Female reporter: Your opponents and certain other teams aside, is there any other team that you see as a viable threat?
Savannah Taylor: I would be lying through my teeth if I were to say that I wasn’t the slightest bit excited about the prospect of facing Danse Macabre. It’s not secret that there is some rather unfinished business between myself and Salem Cartier. And Artemis Kaiser? Yeah, I have something to prove against the woman who took down Andreas Lasiewicz. But that is assuming they are victorious in the main event. They have one tough road ahead of them. But at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter if it’s Upper Echelon, Godfathers of Wrestling, Danse Macabre, or even Invictus Fight Club….
She spits out that last team and turns her head to stare daggers in the direction of Mark Storm and Chris Madison.
Savannah Taylor: The only thing that matters is that when this is all said and done, everyone will be talking about Blond Ambition.
Heather seems to be putting genuine thought into her reply. It takes her several moments to realize Savannah has finished speaking and the entire room is looking at her. Her eyes widen and she giggles and clears her throat.
Heather Lasiewicz: Much like Savannah, I'd love to face Danse Macabre. Artemis Kaiser and Salem Cartier are tremendous talents. Look at the facts, Artemis defeated my husband earlier this year in an early match of the year candidate. I'll admit, I don't know all the details of the unfinished business between Savannah and Danse Macabre. For me, if the next round sees us facing these two talented young women, I'm going in it purely as the next step in the tournament. But of a victory over them brings Savannah some sort of solace, I'll consider that bonus rewards.
Heather taps a finger to her mouth for a moment before continuing.
Heather Lasiewicz: I'd also absolutely love a shot at Tommy and the Guns.
Heather looks over at Aurora Jansen, blowing her a kiss and winking flirtatiously.
Heather Lasiewicz: My friendship with that lovely lady over there is no secret. I also know what a formidable force she can be in between those ropes. An opportunity to have a friendly match with her involved is appealing… And now I finally have an excuse to feel her up a little.
Heather covers her mouth and widens her eyes jokingly as a laugh goes through the crowd. She looks around, then looks over at Savannah.
Heather Lasiewicz: What do you think, gorgeous? Have we given the people enough of our time?
Savannah Taylor: MORE than enough.
She glances out at the sea of reporters and fans that have gathered.
Savannah Taylor: If you want to see more of us, then tune in later tonight. Until then, Blonde Ambition….out.
With that, Heather and Savannah both turn from the podium and head back to their seats as the media awaits whoever is next.
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Post by Savannah Taylor on Jul 6, 2017 17:36:44 GMT -5
As the previous Dynamic Duos participants finished up their turn at the podium and sit back down, a pair of chairs can be heard scraping softly on the stage. A soft murmuring can be heard among the press pool as the surprise team to enter this tournament, Heather Lasiewicz and Savannah Taylor, collectively known as Blonde Ambition, make their way to the podium. Heather is looking nothing short of amazing clad in a pair of very well fitted black skinny jeans with well placed tears across both knees and thighs, the jeans fitting the shapley legend in all the right places. She is also wearing an equally well fitted black tank top with a deep v-neck underneath a black leather jacket. On her feet are a pair of simple black pumps, the heels giving the petite Texan added height. Savannah is wearing a short black off the shoulder romper with sheer sleeves and a pair of nude colored Christian Louboutin heels that wrap a few inches past her ankles, and the height of the shoes pushing her just past the six foot tall mark. Across her right shoulder is slung her newly won FGA Pride championship, a fact that the press nor the other competitors seem to overlook. The champion clears her throat before leaning forward to the mic.
Savannah Taylor: Before we begin, there are a couple of things I want to get off my chest. First of all, I know everyone and their grandmother are calling into question just how I won this beauty on my shoulder. People are saying that I couldn’t beat Chris on my own and I needed outside help to win. These same people are constantly downplaying my talents. People are whining to the heavens that Chris Madison should still be the Pride champion. Hell, I’ll do even better than that. There are some trolls who lurk on the internet who have it ingrained in their minds that I shouldn’t have even won that qualifying Battle Royal. These same trolls are the same people who stand by the thought process of Mark Storm being the rightful winner and that I shouldn’t even be involved in the Pride title scene. To everyone who doubted me, talked crap about me and STILL don’t think I deserve this title, I have a little message for you.
She backs away from the microphone slightly and extends her middle finger towards the press pool, turning her body until she is in the direction of where Chris Madison is seated with his tag team partner Mark Storm, and gives him the same finger as well as a glare of her crystal blue eyes. She then turns her attention and body back to the podium and clears her throat once more.
Savannah Taylor: But we aren’t here to talk about the Pride title, oh no. We’re obviously here because each and every one of us wants to become number one contender to the Tag Team titles, but only one team can. You just so happen to be looking at one of the frontrunners to win this entire thing. But, I think I’ll let my partner say a few words before we let you people talk.
She motions to the press in front of the stage before stepping aside slightly to allow Heather to step to the mic. Heather steps up and bows slightly before Savannah before taking her turn at the podium. She clears her throat slightly as a seductive grin curves her luscious lips. She tips her head becomingly and the sexy, husky Southern drawl she’s known for carries easily through the room.
Heather Lasiewicz: I’ve been asked the same question ever since the announcement of Blonde Ambition was made. ‘Why Savannah Taylor? Why not your husband? Why not anyone else BUT Savannah Taylor?’
Heather turns towards her partner with a wink before turning back to the vultures that were known as the press. She licks her lips and grips the podium with both hands.
Heather Lasiewicz: My reason for choosing Savannah was quite simple; a no-brainer, really. Savannah Taylor is the future of this industry. I’ve been watching her since the start of her career and I’ve seen the evolution of low-card nobody out of Las Vegas to the bonafide superstar she’s become. And despite the naysayers who would have you believe that she wasn’t capable of doing it on her own, let me clue you in on a few facts about my leggy partner over here. Savannah is as resourceful as she is beautiful. If she spots an opportunity to gain a means to her end, she’s going to take it. She’s also extremely clever. What you lot call “riding coattails”, a professional calls “taking advantage of the opportunities offered”. Savannah hasn’t done anything different from any of the rest of us since the beginning of this business. The difference between her and the rest of them is that she’s been very smart about it. Instead of being shady and dishonest about her uprising, she’s been very open and flashy. It’s refreshing, when you think about it. Savannah is where she is now because she has been crafty, bold and innovative in her tactics. Who are we to fault the young lady for her strategies?
Heather smirks as she notices many of the other teams rolling their eyes or shaking their heads in disagreement. She shrugs casually towards them before putting giving them the hand to talk to.
Heather Lasiewicz: As for my part in this pairing… Well, how could I say no when Savannah made the call to me and asked if I’d be interested in teaming with her for this? I wasn’t just watching Savannah rise to stardom, Savannah has been watching me throughout my own career. She’s seen me at my highest and my lowests. She’s seen me win and lose. She’s seen what I’m capable of and for that reason, she planned her next strategy to include me. And I’m honored that she would want a washed up, midcard glory such as myself for a tag team partner. I have no real experience in the tag team circuit. I’ve never won tag team titles in ANY promotion I’ve been a part of. So when the idea of Blonde Ambition came about, I was very much intrigued. It was the perfect pairing: My veteran status to guide the way and give us the advantage of experience and Savannah’s youth and growing skill to cement our victory. Together, we are an exotic blend of past and future, here in the present. There are many who wisely see us as frontrunners for winning this thing. There are other’s who would laugh us off as first-round losers. Maybe we are the dark horses… I just hope our opponents are prepared to be trampled.
Heather finishes and steps back beside Savannah, sharing the mic for the press to begin their questioning. Savannah scans the crowd of reporters before nodding in the direction of ace FGA reporter Spencer Burke.
Savannah Taylor: Spence, out with it.
Spencer Burke: Savannah, I first have a question for you. You recently won the Pride championship under what some would call dubious circumstances. Why would you want to go from one tough match to an even tougher tournament?
Savannah Taylor: Why not? Despite what the trolls on the internet or even the people I work with, I have a desire to improve myself every day. I have a desire to be better than I was the day before. I have a desire to do things that few have ever done before. I want to challenge myself. That is why myself and Heather entered this tournament. We want to show the entire world, as well as everyone up here on this stage, that we are more than just gorgeous faces and knockout bodies.
Heather pipes in at this.
Heather Lasiewicz: Not that there is much of a difference between the trolls on the internet and the majority of the ones we work with. They are all under the misconception that Savannah is undeserving of everything she has earned. Why would she go from one tough match to a tougher tournament? Because Savannah Taylor is a champion, tested, tried and true. This tournament will only prove that further. Next question?
She covers her eyes and points to a random member of the press. The young lady rises and holds out her cassette tape.
Reporter: I have a question for Mrs. Lasiewicz. You just stated in your opening speech that you’ve never participated in the tag team division in any federation you’ve been a part of. Was there any particular reason you haven’t pursued that before? And as a follow-up to that; after fifteen years on and off in the business, and a brief retirement period, why would you choose now to give that a try?
Heather uncovers her eyes and looks towards the young woman who asked the question. Her face shows what seems to be respect for the question.
Heather Lasiewicz: Funnily enough, as much as I used to get along with others, no one ever came to me with the idea of forming an actual tag team. Obviously I’ve been in tag matches before, but nothing long-term ever came from them. It was never a lack of interest in the division itself, just the lack of the opportunity to pursue it. Tag Team gold was something that has always eluded me… So perhaps part of the reason I’m eager to participate in this tournament at this point in my career is to remedy that. I believe I finally have the right partner to help me realize a goal that I never accomplished previously. Being in a successful partnership takes mutual dedication, drive, determination and direction. Before now, I believe that partnerships I formed started off as such, but fell apart too quickly when it became obvious that our end goals were going to be drastically different. Savannah and I, at this moment and for the foreseeable future, share all four of the D’s I just mentioned.
The young reporter nods her head thanks and sits back down. Almost immediately a familiar figure stands up, that being popular Flashpoint interviewer Amanda Johnson.
Amanda Johnson: My question is for Savannah. Savannah, out of everyone you could have picked to be your partner for the Dynamic Duos tournament, why choose Heather?
The Las Vegas native looks at Amanda with a somewhat incredulous look on her face as she mulls over an answer.
Savannah Taylor: Why wouldn’t I?
Amanda Johnson: Well, it’s just that this is apparently a career reset for her, and she hasn’t been around FGA for very long, and the level of competition here is second to none.
Savannah Taylor: Are….are you questioning me? Are you questioning my logic and reasoning for picking Heather as my tag team partner? Let me settle this non issue right here and now. Heather Lasiewicz and I have more in common than people think. We are both former World champions. We both have that same drive to essentially shut up the haters and the doubting Thomas’ of the world. Besides, I’ve been in the ring with her and it is very safe to say that there is no one else I would rather team with than Heather.
Heather puts a hand over her heart before hugging Savannah over the shoulders and planting a big kiss on her cheek. She looks up from this position as Amanda starts to sit.
Heather Lasiewicz: By the way, little miss. If you did your history homework, you would find that I once competed here in FGA. It was brief, I admit, due to scheduling conflicts at the time. But upon my return and choosing FGA for my new stomping grounds, I was no stranger to the promotion. Has it changed? Considerably. Plenty of new faces, plenty of ones I remember, and loads I’d competed with or against from federations before. If you were paying attention to the here and now, you’d have noticed that I’ve been on a bit of a tear since returning. Do I look like I lost my touch? And what do you mean by “career reset”? Who said I’m resetting anything? I’m picking up where I left off, you misinformed, little-
Savannah quickly puts a hand over her partners mouth and shakes her head. Heather’s eyes narrow slightly and she nods. Savannah removes her hand and Heather leans back into the mic.
Heather Lasiewicz: My apologies… But I do believe it’s time for the next question.
Spencer Burke rises from his seat once again. Heather nods his way.
Spencer Burke: My question is for Heather. You and Savannah both competed for EXODUS before it’s inevitable fall from grace. You spent a brief period as their World Champion, but lost it rather quickly to Adrien Cochrane. Ever since then, it seems to have been difficult for you to pick up steam. I was wondering if you had lost your confidence with that loss. And if that was the case, what has brought it back so much that you find yourself where you are now?
Heather looks over at Savannah with a bewildered expression. She looks back towards Spencer and taps the microphone.
Heather Lasiewicz: Hello, can you hear me? Is this thing on? Let’s make one thing very clear, here and now. My decision to leave EXODUS when I did had nothing to do with losing the title or a loss of confidence. At that point in my private life, I was going through a very serious medical issue, non-wrestling related, and it had to be addressed outside of the business entirely. By all rights, this illness should have kept me out permanently. However, as you can see, NOT ONLY have I made my return to the ring, I’ve had a rather successful run in doing so. I’ve not only brushed off any ring rust I might have picked up, I’m performing at levels I never had before. If I really wanted to, I could run after any title I wanted out of any company and win it. But as I’ve stated previously, I’m not back to win titles and break records. The opportunist in me won’t say no if the chance happens to fall upon me. But I’m focusing on having fun with what will very likely be the last run I have… For real this time, I won’t pull a Bret Favre again. This tournament is admittedly mostly fun and games for me… But at the same time, the competitive spirit lives on. I’m in this to win it. Savannah is in this to win it. I want to see my girl decked out in even more gold and let’s be honest: Gold has always been a good color on me, as well.
Heather purses her lips and crosses her arms over her chest, indicating very clearly that she was finished with that particular topic. Spencer nods as he jots down his notes before turning his attention back to Savannah.
Spencer Burke: Savannah, I have one more question for you. We all know the depth of the talent pool here in the Dynamic Duos tournament. Is there any team in particular that jumps out at you as a potential threat to victory?
Savannah bites the tip of her tongue slightly and just looks at Spencer for a moment before speaking.
Savannah Taylor: Yeah. DRAGONZORD.
She says with a roll of her eyes, earning a chuckle out of Heather.
Savannah Taylor: Look, as far as I am concerned, everyone is a threat to victory. Every team up on this stage stands in our way. What are we going to do to each and every one of them?
She brings her thumb up to her throat and makes a slashing motion.
Savannah Taylor: That is what is going to happen.
Spencer Burke: So when you say everyone, you especially mean a pair of Godfathers up on the stage?
Savannah’s blue eyes narrow as she stares down Spencer, clearly not even bothering to glance down to the other end of the table where the gentlemen in question sit. After a few moments of silence, Spencer nervously clears his throat. Heather leans in.
Heather Lasiewicz: The situation between us and the Godfathers is obviously an interesting one. For Andreas and I, should we meet in this tournament, it'll be nothing short of foreplay.
Heather shoots Andreas a sly grin and blows him a kiss. A ghost of a smirk crosses his face. Heather turns back to the Spencer.
Heather Lasiewicz: But make no mistake, should it come to a bout between Blonde Ambition versus the Godfathers of Wrestling, Savannah and I will both do whatever we must to see that our team advances. Just as Andreas and Chandler will do.
Savannah Taylor: Whatever happens….happens. This is business, and Heather and I are in the business of winning.
She says as she clears her throat.
Savannah Taylor: Any more questions?
She pauses while she waits for some semblance of movement from the press pool. When she sees none, she simply nods.
Savannah Taylor: Then we’re done here.
She steps back from the microphone as she and Heather both go back to their seats. Once seated, they softly talk among themselves as they wait for the next people to go up.
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Post by Savannah Taylor on Jun 24, 2017 1:20:02 GMT -5
Friday, June 23nd, 2017 Intercontinental Hotel Los Angeles 7:47pm PST
*REC*
The once brilliant sun was beginning to dip below the clouds, leaving the skies above Los Angeles to turn from blue to various shades of pink, orange and red. The lights from the many various shaped buildings were just beginning to turn on, adding a layer of glitz and intrigue to the bustling city below. The private terrace sat fairly high above the skyline, giving the occupant of said terrace, and the attached room, a unique viewpoint. The lone camera that was filming from such a lofty height shifted slightly to the right, taking in more of the lights below and the brilliant sky above. An achingly familiar and feminine voice can be heard from behind the camera.
“Beautiful, isn’t it? The time of day where the sun is setting and night is just getting started. The time of day where the sky lights up and the colors rival that of a Bob Ross or a Thomas Kinkade painting. It isn’t hard to see why this is often seen as a favorite time of day by many. The setting of the sun will eventually give way to rising again, and with that comes the promise and hope of starting the next day with a clean slate.”
The camera turns around and standing on the other side was the source of the voice, FGA Pride championship number one contender Savannah Taylor. Dressed down from her appearance earlier at Frontier Con, her face is free of makeup, yet still remains to be a thing of beauty.
“Isn’t that what we all really want at the end of the day? A chance to start over with a clean slate? Few of us are actually given the chance to start over. I was fortunate enough to be given a career do over after about three years spent out in West Coast hell. Was it tough to start over? Yes. Was it a steep learning curve, getting used to a whole new set of competitors? Hell yes. Did I struggle at first? Obviously. There were times where I thought about giving up. There were times where I felt like packing up and going elsewhere. People kept telling me to just stop and give up. It’s a good thing I never listened to them, because I wouldn’t be standing here today, two days ahead of probably the most important match of my FGA career this far. I’m more than ready for this. After chasing the Pride title for damn near a year, my time has finally come. But, try telling the champ that.”
“I can’t fault you one bit for doubting me, Chris. Hell, you aren’t the only one. I still hear rumblings around the proverbial water cooler about how I am far from ready for this match. Hell, when I was walking around the various events at Frontier Con the past few days, even the fans are doubtful. I get where they are coming from. In their mind, I am still the same woman who failed to live up to potential pretty much all of last year. They can’t handle or come to grips with the woman who they see on television this year. As the kids would say, that is a them problem. Or to be more specific…..that is going to be a Chris problem.”
She pauses for a second and tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear before clearing her throat.
“I know what you must be thinking, Chris. You are thinking that I am simply talking out of my ass because I can’t handle the pressure of such a big match against you. Even though I do enjoy hearing my own voice from time to time, everything I have said up until this point has been with the intent on getting you to pull your oversized head out of your ass and wake the fuck up. Wake up and realize that, like it or not, your days as Pride champion are seriously numbered. Then again, I seriously doubt you are willing to accept the new reality at your age. I keep forgetting that I am dealing with someone who debuted when I was just barely starting high school, so naturally change is bound to be a foreign concept for you. But change is coming, Chris. It’s coming in more ways than you could possibly fathom. I’m not just talking about the changing of the guard within the Pride division, though that is pretty much inevitable. Change is coming to FGA as a whole. You, the rest of the roster, and every single fan are going to be left with no choice but to sit back and bear witness to what will happen.”
“You are a magnificent example of the word irony. Every time you have graced the FGA television screens or been within a ten mile radius of either a camera or a microphone, you have droned on and on…..and on about one topic in particular. You’ve pretty much hammered home the point that all I am to people is Izzy Anders’ puppet. You’ve made it abundantly clear that I am nothing without Izzy, how I am kept on her leash and that she tells me what to do at all hours of the day. Congratulations, Chris. You have beat the dead horse so badly that PETA will be calling you soon. I don’t know how many times I have to say that I am not her ‘property’ as people like to say and that I am not her puppet. I have said it so many times that I am as blue in the face as Smurfette. I find it downright hilarious that all of this is coming from someone who has to use his manager as his mouthpiece nine times out of ten. What’s the matter, Chris? Are you afraid of saying what is really on your mind and running the risk of offending the fans that you have to use your manager to basically act in your stead? You pretty much let Frankie call all the shots, so it makes me wonder just what it is that you do, aside from getting in the ring. I have an agent as well, but he actually has enough faith in me that I can get the job done on my own. He handles matters outside of the ring, basically ensuring that I am set for life. But hey, letting someone else pretty much run the show while the REAL star is off doing God only knows what is nothing new. Back in Tudor-ruled England, King Henry VIII had a man by the name of Thomas Wolsey basically ruling England while Henry was off hunting and whoring. Wolsey was an important member of the Catholic church and was the right hand man of Henry for almost ten years. But, like all good things, this relationship soured because Wolsey failed to secure an annulment for Henry so Henry could divorce his wife and marry Anne Boleyn. That led to personal and career ruin for Wolsey. That begs the question…...what is Frankie going to do that will mess everything up for you, Chris? Because like it or not, you are one monumental mishap away from second guessing putting your trust in his hands. Think about it.”
The Las Vegas native moves away from the railing of the private terrace and takes a seat in one of the four lounge chairs that surround a fairly decent sized patio table. She reaches out and takes a sip from the glass of water sitting in front of her chair and turns her attention back to the camera in her hand.
“I want to tell you a story, Chris. It’s about a woman who, from the very beginning of her career, felt that she was destined for stardom. When she finally got to the big leagues, she worked her ass off to prove to the officials that they made the right choice in hiring her. Success and championship gold soon followed, but something felt not quite right. Something felt off. She would eventually go on to achieve the one thing that everyone told her she would never get, that was always associated with those of a higher talent level than she had, according to certain front office personnel. But even at the height of her career, while the company around her crumbled to the ground, things never felt quite right. It wasn’t until much later that the answer to the feeling that was plaguing her came to light.”
“Do you know what it is like to go through your entire career and achieve success, only to be left feeling hollow? Do you know what it is like to go on to win championships that people around you, some even considered friends, tell you that you never earned? This is my reality, Chis. For three years, three FUCKING years, every measure of greatness I ever got, every championship that I won, I had at least four or five people tell me that I never truly earned it. From the first singles title I ever held right on up to my crowning moment in holding World Championship gold, everything was pretty much a lie. I was handed my first title there, I never earned it. The next one? I was pretty much awarded because certain people felt like pacifying me. Granted, that whole feud remains a personal favorite of mine, but I was the definition of a transitional champion. And the crown jewel? The World title? Did you know I was never supposed to be in that match in the first place? I was added to that match because ownership at the time felt sorry for me because of what happened in an earlier shot. Don’t get me wrong here. I was, and still am, proud to call myself champion. But it is pretty much a hollow feeling. I never got a chance to defend the title. I was robbed of having any sort of championship celebration. That is why this match means the fucking world to me, Chris. This is my chance to finally win and have it mean something for perhaps the first time. That is why I am pouring my heart and soul into this match. That is why I am more than ready to push you beyond your limit and take the Pride championship for myself. This is about validation, Chris. This is about me cementing myself in this company and flipping a big middle finger to every wrestler in the back and every fan who doesn’t think I’m cut out to beat the big bad Chris Madison. But there is another factor motivating me against you. One more…..personal.”
Her blue eyes narrow as she bites her tongue slightly.
“You made a HUGE mistake when you decided to bring my mother into this. You crossed a line that there is simply no coming back from. This mistake you made is probably just one of many poor life choices that you’ve made. Then again, making terrible life choices and being named Chris seem to go hand in hand. You unknowingly took the absolute worst time in my life, for a myriad of reasons, and used it for your own gain. Congratulations on bringing a deceased woman into your business, you asshole. That single move made this go from a possible instant classic to me wanting to take your head and shove it on a pike to mount in the middle of town. That is how personal you have made this. See, I am no longer content with just taking the Pride championship from you. I want you to suffer as much as I have been. I want you to know what pain is. You may not think it, but I’m putting everything I have into this match. I am use every single thing in my arsenal and throw them at you. I’ll play by the rules of the match, but that is about it. You’ve opened this particular Pandora’s Box, Chris. Now you had damn well better be ready to deal with the aftermath. Because rest assured, while pinning you on Sunday is a likely option, I’m just as happy making you tap out like the bitch that you are. Deuces." She does a mock peace sign at the camera before reaching over and pressing the stop button, which not only stops the recording, but it cuts completely to black.
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Post by Savannah Taylor on Jun 14, 2017 15:05:49 GMT -5
After the main event had concluded and the fans were beginning the long process of filing out of the Orleans Arena, FGA’s ace reporter Spencer Burke is seen walking down the hallway, microphone in hand, looking like he is hurrying after someone. While the face isn’t visible, judging by the black and gold ring attire and the mane of blonde hair, it is unmistakably the figure of one of the main event participants, not to mention Las Vegas native, Savannah Taylor.
Spencer Burke: Savannah, could I have a minute? Please?
The blonde stops in her tracks and slowly turns around as Spencer makes his way towards her. The expression on her face is a mixture of frustration, disappointment and a bit unsettled.
Savannah Taylor: What do you want, Spencer?
Spencer Burke: I was hoping to get a few words with you in regards to what transpired this evening, specifically what transpired involving you.
Savannah Taylor: Fine, but can we make it quick? All I want to do is shower, get out of her and spend some time with family.
Spencer Burke: Fair enough. Now just minutes ago, we saw you and your teammates AMIRA, Ricky Valero and FGA Undisputed champion Izzy Anders fall short of victory in what was a pretty good main event. Your thoughts coming off of such a loss, especially in your hometown?
Savannah Taylor: My thoughts? C’mon Spence, you’re better than that. Am I frustrated? Yes I am. Losing does that to a person. Am I disappointed? Damn right I am. I had family sitting at ringside, Spencer. I had family there in my corner, who came to see me do what I do best…...and I let them down. I failed to capture the win in my backyard. Am I taking anything away from the other team? Not really. People seem to forget that against half of that team, I’m pretty damn good. Remember me challenging Chris Bond? Yeah, me too, and guess what happened? Beat him. And good old Karma Chameleon? I have not one but TWO pinfall victories over the sainted number one contender to Izzy’s title. And Lowri? Eh, her time will come, I guess. So while the odds weren’t in our favor, I’m still feeling somewhat good.
Spencer Burke: Funny you should mention the other participants in the match, because the one you didn’t mention by name was someone that you had words with earlier in the night and is someone that you will be meeting at All Star Showdown VI in Los Angeles, none other than reigning Pride champion Chris Madison.
The second Spencer mentioned the FGA Pride champion, Savannah’s entire demeanor changed. Her eyes narrow slightly as she folds her arms across her chest.
Savannah Taylor: I could stand here and talk for HOURS about that poor excuse for a human being. I could stand here and talk your ear off about he and his team didn’t deserve to win tonight. But I am going to do neither of those things. I’m going to save every thought I have about Chris Madison for All Star Showdown. And after what happened earlier tonight with what he said, all I’ll say is that I am going to make him regret the day he came out of his mother’s womb.
With that, Savannah simply turns around and continues her walk to her dressing room as the scene cuts out.
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Post by Savannah Taylor on Mar 22, 2017 19:56:56 GMT -5
As the reporters and various other media outlets take a brief moment to finish up their notes after the previous wrestler finished at the podium, another chair scraping on the floor can be heard. Heels clicking on the stage are heard next as the figure of one third of the SSWA Trios champions, Elizabeth Lannister, makes her way to the podium. Dressed in black high heels, a sleeveless form fitting mid-thigh length dress in a solid crimson color and a fitted black leather blazer over the dress, she once again has her Trios title belt slung over her right shoulder as she clears her throat. This simple gesture is enough to perk up the media pool once again.
Elizabeth Lannister: Didn’t mean to wake you all up.
She says with a sarcastic tone to her voice, rolling her eyes.
Elizabeth Lannister: Look, I get that this is an exciting day for everyone involved. I’m excited. You guys are excited. But I have a job to do and so do you guys. So if we could….
She makes a little circle motion with her finger as an older man wearing wire rimmed glasses and holding a pad of paper and a pen slowly stands up.
Reporter #1: Lance Kirkfield, WrestlingScoopsOnline.com. First of all, congratulations to you and the rest of your teammates on retaining the Trios championships, even though it was seen by some to be under dubious circumstances.
Elizabeth Lannister: Let me stop you right there, Lance. First of all, there was nothing dubious about how we won. The important factor is that we won. We did ecactly what we said we would do. Is it my fault that Dirty Waters are a few crayons short of a full box? No it isn’t. Now, for everyone bitching and moaning that we somehow ruined a dream match between Dirty Waters and Mill Road Massive? Cut the crap. That is NO ONE’S idea of a dream match.
Lance Kirkfield: Are you worried about any repercussions that may come your way based on what you and your teammates did to Mill Road Massive later in that same night?
Elizabeth looks Lance directly in the face as she shakes her head.
Elizabeth Lannister: Let Huffington Post do his worst. The end result is still going to be the same. The same goes for the remaining teams left in the Titans of Trios tournament. It doesn’t matter if it’s Canadian Chainsaw Massacre, Crusaders, Super Smurf Wrestling Buddies or….
She draws in a sharp breath as she spits out the name of the final team left, shaking her head slightly.
Elizabeth Lannister: Ellipses. It doesn’t matter which of the four teams win. Every one of them want what The Triumvirate has. Whichever team wins….or even all four of them because Bart Huff is that kind of person, the closest any of them will ever get to Trios gold is in pictures.
She shines her belt up a little bit, tossing a knowing smirk towards Kickass Smurf before turning her attention back to the media, where she smiles before pointing slightly at FGA reporter Jessie Penderson.
Jessie Penderson: Hi Elizabeth. Good to see you again.
Elizabeth Lannister: Likewise, Jessie.
Jessie Penderson: I have two questions for you. The first is, after a successful match against Yazzmin, are you expecting the same sort of luck later this evening against Chris Andrew?
Elizabeth Lannister: Let me indulge myself for a second. Of course I am. I pay attention to things. I keep an eye on Twitter. All I see whenever he does anything is making sure everyone around him is diagnose with the worst case of diabetes known to man.
She turns and addresses Chris, who is sitting a few feet away from the podium.
Elizabeth Lannister: Look man, we get it. You are SOOOOOOO in love with your girlfriend. Happy days for you. Here is a pro tip, though. Not everyone gives a crap how mushy you get on social media. The only thing that matters, at least to is me that is, is what you do in between the ropes. I’m here to tell you that you have a mighty tall order ahead of you later tonight. You saw what I did to Yazzmin. You’ve seen what I’ve done in England. Imagine what I’m going to do to you.
She says as she seemingly ignores Jessie and her final question as she goes back to her chair.
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Post by Savannah Taylor on Mar 9, 2017 23:23:23 GMT -5
Monday, February 6th, 2017 Las Vegas, Nevada OFF CAMERA
The last of the boxes and totes had been loaded onto the U Haul hours before. For weeks, their presence had taken over the various rooms within the confines of the townhouse. Each box, tote and piece of luggage contained virtually everything that once had a place in the home. Slow, somewhat methodical footsteps make their way throughout the downstairs rooms. Muffled at first when stepping on the carpeted surfaces, the clicking of heels echo when making contact with the smooth linoleum. A small sigh escapes Savannah’s lips as she glances around her now empty living room. Gone was the plush sectional and armchair that she had spent many an hour in after walking through the door after a rough night at the office, so to speak. Those too were loaded up into the U Haul. Savannah runs a hand along the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room,her polished nails gliding along the granite-like surface. Every so often, Savannah would look around with a wistful smile, the feeling of sadness starting to grow with each passing minute. This was something that had been months in the making, and now that the day had finally arrived, trepidation was sinking in, as if she was about to say goodbye to someone important and didn’t quite know how to go about it. In a way, she was.
This townhouse had been her home, her sanctuary for the past four years. Ever since she broke into the crazy and mixed up world of wrestling and had dealt with the chaos it brought, she had sought out her own retreat, an oasis if you will, to get away from everything. A bit ironic considering she lived in Las Vegas, but she had managed to make this place her own. This place became her comfort zone, a place she retreated to when she wanted to escape the chaos wrestling brought. Which made it her favorite place during her time in San Diego. Recent changes in her personal life made her home more special to her. But with the good also came the bad. Losing her mother over the summer changed her. It also led to her making one of the biggest mistakes of her adult life, one that she is slowly getting over. The loss of her mother causes Savannah to reevaluate a few things, namely how long she wanted to remain in Las Vegas. It was never something she entertained seriously though. If losing her mother triggered this idea, then losing her father a couple of months later kicked it into overdrive. A couple of trips out East, one of which was due to work, and the deal was done. Now the proverbial D Day was here, and for the first time in a while, the normally confident Savannah Taylor was nervous.
The sound of her iPhone ringing in her purse shook her from her reverie. Digging around a bit, she pulls out the rose gold device and presses the green ‘Talk’ button. She smiles when she sees it’s her sister Harper calling.
“Hey kiddo.”
“Gooooooooood morning!”
Savannah can’t help but laugh a bit at her sister’s enthusiasm.
“Someone’s chipper this morning.”
“My morning class was cancelled today, so I got to sleep in.”
“That explains it.”
“And someone sounds tired this morning.”
“It’s because I’ve been doing the last minute packing and loading of the furniture. Besides, there is a three hour time difference between here and Maine.”
“Fair point. So everything is all loaded and stuff?”
“Everything has been packed and loaded on the U Haul as of a few hours ago.”
“That’s good.”
There was a slight pause on the other end of the line as Harper clears her throat.
“So…..it’s really happening, isn’t it?”
“Yeah….it really is.”
“Nervous?”
“Honestly? I am. I’ve never done something like what I am about to do and it nearly terrifies me.”
“You? Terrified? My sister, who has faced some of the worst kinds of people imaginable, who wrestles in front of sold out crowds and is on television…..is scared?”
She says with a teasing tone of voice.
“This is different. It’s one thing to do what I do week in and week out. But to pack up everything and leave the place where I was born and raised? It’s a whole other ballgame.”
“I’m just teasing you. But….may I just ask a question?”
“Go for it.”
“Why are you doing it?”
Savannah pauses for a minute. Her decision to leave Sin City was somewhat complicated. She no longer felt the sense of belonging or felt at home in her hometown. She had done a great deal of soul searching on the matter, and when she came back from her working holiday overseas after New Years, she was more sure that she was making the best choice for her.
“Long story short….I needed a change. Things have been off for a while. I can’t really put into words right now, but I’m doing this for me. Maybe a complete change of scenery is precisely what I need to get my head on straight.”
“No one is going to fault you for that, Savannah. You’ve taken Mom and Dad being gone harder than anyone. I’m glad you’re being selfish this time. By the way, they would have been proud of you. Yeah last year wasn't the greatest for you professionally or personally, but you kept grinding. You kept at it because this makes you happy. Now the results are starting to pay off and your getting that swagger back."
“I hope so.”
“I know so. I know I am.”
“I wish I could tell you just how much hearing that means to me.”
She says as she wipes at the corners of her eyes with her free hand.
“You’ll have to come and see the new place once I get settled and such.”
“Well…...spring break IS next month. Besides, how else am I going to scope out my new room?”
“Hey now! Who says you get one?”
“Umm, I did. Duh.”
The two share a laugh. Savannah glances at the clock hanging on the wall and sighs slightly.
“Listen, I’m going to have to let you go. I’ve got a couple more errands to run before heading to the airport.”
“Yeah….and I should probably go get something to eat.”
“Listen, I’m glad you called. I’ll shoot you a text when I land.”
“Deal.”
“Love you, sis.”
“Love you too.”
Savannah presses the red button and hangs up the call. Slipping her phone back into her purse, she gives one final glance around before making her way to the door. She reaches down and grabs the travel bag that was resting in front of the door and slings it over her right shoulder. She tentatively places her hand on the doorknob and gives it a twist, pulling it open. Looking over her shoulder, all she can do is sigh as she steps out the door and shuts it behind her. She would soon get in the Uber that was set to arrive any minute and head to McCarran Airport, a place she had been many times before. Only instead of a round trip ticket, the ticket would be one way. Her destination? New beginnings in a new place.
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Post by Savannah Taylor on Mar 9, 2017 20:56:56 GMT -5
Moments after the soon-to-debut Yazzmin Villa finished addressing the various reporters and media outlets present, the slight squeaking of a chair being pushed back is heard just off to the right side of the podium. Approaching the podium like many of her contemporaries have is one third of the newly crowned SSWA Trios champions Elizabeth Lannister. Dressed to impress in a fitted charcoal gray pencil skirt, a crisp white button down shirt worn under a matching charcoal gray blazer and simple black heels, she has her Trios title slung over her shoulder as she waits a second before addressing the media and those gathered upon the stage.
Elizabeth Lannister: Before I answer any questions, allow me to address the woman you just heard from. Now, anyone with a working pair of eyes can tell that the poor girl is nervous. Can you blame her though? This is her first taste of what it’s like to be in the big leagues. All of the hard work and sacrifice all comes down to one moment of glory. It’s okay to be a bit scared.
She turns her head and glances over at the rookie.
Elizabeth Lannister: Guess what? You SHOULD be scared. This isn’t amateur hour anymore. This is your debut in the big leagues. Yet nerves aren’t the only thing I sense coming from you. I sense incredible naivety. You are honestly and genuinely excited to kick off your career here against the likes of me?
She laughs softly as she shakes her head, her blonde tresses falling down around her shoulders.
Elizabeth Lannister: Oh, you sweet summer child. You honestly have no idea what awaits you in the ring. The woman you are about to face is angry. She is angry for a great number of reasons, reasons she doesn’t really care to get into at the moment. You’re about to face a woman who is tired. She is tired of scratching and clawing her way towards the top only to be denied. She is tired of being told that she isn’t quite good enough and that she should stick to the current path she is on.
She draws in a sharp breath to steady herself.
Elizabeth Lannister: I am every single one of those, Yazzmin. I am angry. I am also frustrated. I am not a woman that you should take lightly. I want this match to be a lesson for you. I want this match to be the start of a series of lessons that you will learn as you traverse through this business. After I beat you and move on in this tournament, I want you to take any available tapes of the match and study them at great length. Maybe the net match you have, you will bring pride to…..Minnesota.
She says with a hint of derision in her voice as she turns her attention away from Yazzmin and back towards the media.
Elizabeth Lannister: Now, if you have any questions, the floor is open.
She looks around before nodding her head in the direction of well-known FGA interviewer Spencer Burke.
Spencer Burke: Elizabeth, hi. Spencer Burke here.
Elizabeth Lannister: Hello.
Spencer Burke: My first question is, how much pressure are you under, from yourself or from others, to do well in this tournament?
Elizabeth Lannister: Obviously I’m not just representing the SSWA in this, but I’m doing this for a lot of people. I’m doing this for everyone who has ever wanted to see me fail. I’m doing this for everyone who has ever doubted and continues to doubt me. I’m doing this for the miniscule handful of people who believe in me and want to see me succeed in this business. But mostly, Spencer, I’m doing this for myself. I know I’m good. I know I’ve got the talent to make it far. That is why I’m putting pressure on myself in this tournament.
Spencer Burke: Does this sense of urgency have anything to do with how you did in the recent Young Guns Cup tournament?
If looks could kill, then Spencer Burke would be buried six feet UNDER the arena. That was the last thing that Elizabeth wanted to be reminded of. All she could see right now was the ending of the match with Seren Beyer and HOW she lost.
Elizabeth Lannister: …
Spencer Burke: I mean, given how it went the last time, you’ve got to be looking to rebound somehow, right?
Elizabeth Lannister: …
Spencer Burke: Anything?
Elizabeth’s eyes narrow slightly as Spencer is seemingly interrupted by the polar opposite of him in the interview world, Jessie Penderson.
Jessie Penderson: Hi, it’s Jessie. Sorry about that.
Elizabeth shakes her head slightly and clears her throat.
Elizabeth Lannister: No problem.
Jessie Penderson: First off, congratulations on winning the Trios championships. No easy task, I’m sure.
Elizabeth Lannister: Thank you, Jessie. And might I say that it is a good thing to have an intelligent woman such as you here to do some honest reporting?
Jessie Penderson: What is one thing you hope to take away from the Rey del Aires tournament and is there anyone in particular you would be most looking forward to facing?
Elizabeth Lannister: What I’m hoping….no scratch that…what I WILL take away from this tournament is the fact that more people will be better acquainted with not just my name, but with who I am as a wrestler and a woman as well. As for who I’d like to face? Is everyone a good enough answer?
Jessie Penderson: It works for me. Thank you.
Elizabeth Lannister: You’re welcome.
With that, she turns away from the podium and makes her way back to her seat as the media readies themselves for whomever comes up next.
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Post by Savannah Taylor on Jan 21, 2017 0:56:34 GMT -5
Friday, January 20th, 2017 ON CAMERA
[The video crackles to life, showing the empty Matthew Knight Arena. Various members of the FGA ring crew are working feverishly to put the finishing touches on the set ahead of tomorrow’s live Vertigo show. As the red and black ring apron comes into focus, an achingly familiar and beloved song is heard floating through the arena’s sound system. As the song plays on, the familiar voice of Savannah Taylor can be heard, though her face is not in the focus of the camera. Not yet anyway.]
“There is something to be said for the time that comes before a major event. So many thoughts run through a person’s head, so many different feelings flow through them that it’s hard to put into words just how they feel.”
[The camera slowly turns around to reveal the Las Vegas native standing with her back leaning against the steel barricade surrounding the ring. Her patented blonde locks are confined underneath a black knit cap with a vibrant red three headed dragon in the center. Her face is free of makeup as she looks directly into the camera on her iPhone 7 plus.]
“Me personally? I’m having no issues what so ever putting into words just how I’m feeling heading into Vertigo tomorrow night. I’m in the freaking Main Event, a place that after last year and how that whole fiasco went down, I’d never expect to be. This is me being one hundred percent real here. This is me telling the God’s honest truth. No one in a million years would ever think I’d be in the main event, myself included. But here we are and guess what? I’ve earned my spot here. I’ve earned this main event spot and I’m damn sure not going to let anyone tell me otherwise or try to take this away from me. This entire year is going to be spent reminding everyone the world over just who the fuck I am. Show by show, match by match, it WILL happen.”
“Of course, this journey won’t be without it’s trials, and I’ve been given the first of many big ones in the form of Johnny Karma. Under normal circumstances, I’d be moderately thrilled with facing someone such as Karma, but I’m afraid this isn’t one of those cases. Anyone who knows anything already knows that poor little Johnny’s head just isn’t with it. Am I in the right ballpark, Johnny? But let me be serious for a second. Is Cherry okay? I mean, that was quite the blow to the head that she took. I legit would hate to hear that she’s not doing well. Especially since what happened to her wasn’t even her fault. It isn’t her fault that she ran head on into Izzy’s fist. It isn’t even Izzy’s fault that Cherry got in her way. There is really only one person around here that is to blame for what happened to Cherry, one person who should shoulder the responsibility.”
[She extends the pointer finger on her left hand and aims it towards her phone.]
“You. You are solely responsible for what happened to your precious Cherry. If you had just kept her on her leash or kept her in the back, none of this would have happened. If you had just come out to the ring by yourself like the MAN that you claim you are, this whole situation could have been avoided. But no, you had to ignore conventional wisdom and instead let her get just a wee bit too close to the action. Why don’t you just man up and admit that this whole thing really is your fault? But oh no, admitting that you are wrong is too good for Johnny Karma, ladies and gentlemen. Johnny would much rather play the part of the hero when the odds seem to be stacked against him. He won’t admit that ninety nine percent of those situations are of his own making. This appears to be par for the course for you, Johnny. Things go good for a while. Something bad happens and then you sulk in the corner like a toddler. So much for acting like a grownup for a change.”
[She shakes her head as she clears her throat.]
“You may not be all together there, and I get it. But you had damn well better get it together come match time. Because if you don’t, then you are going to get dropped faster than you can say boo. I don’t want this emo teenager Johnny Karma to show up tomorrow night. I want the Johnny Karma who ended The New Kings. I want the Johnny Karma who took it to Johnny Cannon. Hell, I want the Johnny Karma who is a former two time Pride champion. I want THAT competitor to show up tomorrow night. That way WHEN I win, I’ll know I will have beaten you when you were on your A game. Afterwards, you can go back to being the sulky, brooding shell of a man that you are now. Speaking of being a shell of one’s self....how you doing, Chris Bond?”
[She says with a smirk and a wink.]
“I know that you are probably more than aware of the old saying that karma is a bitch. From where I stand, looking at you right now…..that saying is true. But while karma may indeed be a bitch, guess what? So am I. You’re about to find that out the hard way tomorrow night. Deuces.”
[She holds up two fingers in a peace sign before reaching out and hitting the button to end recording, thus cutting the feed off.]
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Post by Savannah Taylor on Dec 8, 2016 22:52:49 GMT -5
*Off Camera thoughts*
I did it.
I did what few even gave me a chance to do. I beat Dan Herrera right in the middle of the ring. The feeling I had when I pinned his shoulders to the mat and got my hand raised in victory was something I haven’t felt in a long time. Let me tell you, that win while being stuck in the middle of a rut was borderline euphoric. But if I’m being honest, the feeling I had after beating Dan was only temporary. As soon as I walked back through the curtains and saw the the faces of my fellow coworkers, I could feel the animosity coming off in waves. I could see the looks of derision and ambivalence being tossed in my direction.
I couldn’t make it to my dressing room fast enough.
I’ve dealt with this kind of behavior before, in another far off place. I should be used to this by now. But I’m not. I can play it off like every insult or derogatory remark hurled my way doesn’t affect me. If people only knew what happens when I’m in the solitary confines of my hotel room. If people could only see just how close I get to falling apart each and every night, the amount of tears I shed, maybe they would change their tune.
Fat chance.
Look, I know I am not a good person. I am not meant to have and happy things happen to me. I haven’t been the same since July, when my world literally began to fall apart. Magnus Gunner resurfaced and made my life a living hell. My mother died. I lost contact with my father and temporarily with my sister. I shoved away the one person who was just trying to be there for me, who did nothing but love me, all because I’m a freaking, selfish idiot. Then my father decided that his life was no longer worth living, so he committed suicide. Couple everything that has happened with me this year with this slump, and I am pretty much on a path for a breakdown.
There are times where I wish I could go back in time and trade places with my father on that fateful November day. Maybe if that happened, people could go on with their lives. Maybe if I wasn’t around, things could go back to normal without me around to fuck things up.
But instead here I remain. What fun.
Now to add insult to injury, the Executive Committee has decided to see how far they can push me to the breaking point by having me face Cordy Stevenson. On what planet am I even worthy of a match against her? Why do I get to be her first match since becoming World Champion? I mean, we have a whole roster full of more worthy candidates. Why me? My confidence is already on shaky ground. The thought of facing Cordy has me teetering on the nonexistent territory.
I’ve been questioning a lot lately. I’ve been questioning whether or not I need to seek additional help to deal with the myriad of issues that I have going on. I know I need someone to just listen to me, to be there for me. Professional help seems to be the way to go. But there is one more thing that has been rattling around in my brain, and it scares me. It scares me because this wrestling career? It’s pretty much all I have and all that I am even marginally good at.
If I can’t do a damn thing against Cordy Stevenson, then what business do I even have remaining in wrestling?
Wednesday, December 7th, 2016 Boston, Massachusetts ON CAMERA
(A seemingly nondescript room comes into focus, with the primary subject of attention being a simple, high backed black office-type chair. Vibrant blue walls give the room a somewhat relaxed vibe. As the camera continues to focus on the chair, there is a figure seated rather comfortably. Upon closer inspection, the figure is none other than Savannah Taylor. Dressed like she had just finished up a workout, she brushes a strand of hair out of her eyes as she focuses on the camera placed in front of her.)
It’s funny how much things change within the span of a week, a month, or even a year. It was this date one year ago where I experienced both the best and worst night of my professional career. I had finally achieved what no one thought was even possible, what no one thought I could do. I was finally at the top and I felt pretty damn good. I felt like I was finally being taken as a legit threat. Only, that happiness was short lived because within the blink of an eye, everything was changed. The carpet had been yanked out from underneath everyone’s feet. I could get into detail, but I’m sure everyone knows what happened by now. If not? Google it. Now one year later, it’s an entirely different ballgame. The events of one year ago are long behind us, AS THEY SHOULD REMAIN.
Two weeks ago, I did what no one thought possible. Two weeks ago, I did what not one single person thought I was able to do. Two weeks ago, I beat Dan Herrera in this middle of the ring. That’s right. I pinned one half of the “fearsome” World Tag Team champions. Not only did I win, I sent a few shock waves throughout the arena. The look on Dan’s face when I had my hand raised in victory was almost as great as his girlfriend’s face…..Mango or Avocado or whatever the hell her name is. Now Dan, I am willing to give you some semblance of credit. You do hit as hard as you claim. You aren’t THAT bad of a wrestler. Unfortunately for you….I was better. But if you ever want a rematch, then you know how to find me. Now each person takes a loss differently. I almost imagine that after you left the ring, you gathered your thoughts, marched yourself back to the executive community and demanded that something be done about this. So what did they do? They booked me against the big gun. They booked me against the one person that the likes of you have to hide behind in order to stay relevant. They put me up against Cordy Stevenson. This has to be the wrestling equivalent of when the younger sibling gets humiliated by someone, so they sick their bigger, older sibling on them to “beat them up” and “teach them a lesson.” Well played Dan. Well played. I guess I must be moving up in the world if I’m the lucky one who gets to face the champ in her first match since winning the whole damn thing. Either that or I’ve pissed off God only knows who. Either way, this is another Vertigo and another match.
Let’s get one thing right out in the open, Cordy. I know this is a step down from the competition that you are used to facing. I know I’m not what most people would consider to be anywhere near your league. Even though you’ll more than likely tell me the opposite, you and I both know one harsh nugget of truth. I’m not on your level. Go ahead and remind everyone that I am basically a shell of the woman that you first had a chance to talk to at Heather and Andreas’ wedding. Remind everyone, and yourself, that since i signed wit FGA, one year ago tomorrow by the way, that I’ve had about as rough a road as anyone could have.
Go ahead. I’ll be waiting right over here.
I’m giving you an opportunity to state the glaringly obvious right off the bat. I’m letting you get any and everything regarding that out and in the open right away because I’ve grown used to hearing it from just about everyone. The old saying of the truth hurting? Accurate as hell. But sometimes in life, we need the truth to sting. We need the truth to cut us to the core. We need the truth to break us down. How else do we rise up and become better people? Part of becoming a better version of yourself is facing challenges head on. Real talk, Cordy..you are one of the biggest challenges around.
(Savannah reaches down and grabs her purple metal water bottle and unscrews the cap. Taking a much needed deep swig, she twists the cap back on and sets it on the small black end table that is positioned next to the chair.)
I want you to sit back for a few minutes, Cordy. I want you to get nice and comfortable because I have a little story that I would like to share with you. Now, this story may or may not be true, but I’ll leave that up to your own interpretation. This is the story about a beautiful young woman and her unending quest for greatness. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful young maiden who was looking to make a name for herself in the most unforgiving and borderline barbaric world. The fair maiden’s journey would prove to be an uphill battle, as foes from all walks of life would seek her out and try to knock her down. They would try once, twice, several times. But each time the kicked her down, the fair maiden would rise up and conquer her foes in convincing fashion. This would happen all across the land until one day, the maiden arrived at the most promising of places. Here she would encounter foes of all shapes and sizes and temperaments. This would prove to be her most daunting task yet, but ever determined, the fair maiden put her nose to the grindstone and got to work. Then one day, the Gods saw fit to smile upon the fair maiden and bestow upon her the ultimate gift. That fateful day, the fair maiden was given the gift of the keys to the kingdom. It was what she had worked for her entire life. The fair maiden had finally become Queen.
But throughout her journey, not all was what it seemed. You see, there were those out in the world who did not follow the ideals of the crowd. They did not fall all over themselves in the hopes of getting so much as a GLANCE from the maiden-who-became-Queen. There were those in the kingdom who were not fans of her. There were those who had the ability to see right through her and see what they thought she really was. There were those dissenters who didn’t conform to her way of thinking. Those people, those who thought differently, were shunned. They were treated as though they were outcasts, all because they dared to think OUTSIDE of the box.
(The more she spoke, it was easy to see the angrier she was becoming. She balls her hands into fists and unclenches them a few times as she tries to calm down.)
Don’t you see what is going on here, Cordelia? Those among our peers who DARE speak ill about Saint Sexy are cast aside like yesterday’s garbage. Anyone who disagrees with the hive mentality that you are the greatest thing since sliced bread is shut down with the snap of your perfectly manicured fingers. This is EXACTLY what I left behind last year. This is the same shit on a different cycle. For that, you are no better than the inmates who ran my former asylum. But just remember one thing. There is one quote I want you to remember, one that has been drilled into my head since the day I learned to speak. It’s in the Gospel of Matthew, chapter seven, verses one and two. Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you. I am a prime example of someone that should adhere to this scripture passage. I’ve been an example since day fucking ONE. But now….I’m not so alone. Look yourself in the mirror and tell me I’m wrong her. You may come to the conclusion that…….I’m very much in the right.
(She reaches up and hurriedly unties the elastic that held her blonde locks in a ponytail on top of her head. Running her fingers through, she fluffs her hair over her shoulders as she stands up from her chair.)
Where is all of this coming from? Where is this “misplaced” anger coming from? Just what happened that caused me, who you think is so level headed, to go off on Saint Sexy? Maybe it’s because I’ve been going through the motions as of late. Maybe it’s because for the first time in God knows how long, I am truly alone in this world. Or maybe, JUST maybe, I am sick to fucking death of being treated like I am subhuman. Maybe it’s because I am tired of being treated like I don’t belong here. It could be a combination of any of those reasons, so take your pick. I have had just about enough of being trapped in this career stasis. I am much better than what I’ve shown, and it is high time that changes. I think this Saturday in Boston is a great time for change. It’s just too bad I’m not so much as a blip on your precious radar. Why would you even take me seriously, Cordelia? Why would you feel threatened be threatened by someone like me when there are others who are more worthy of your time and energy? So go right ahead and worry about the others. Worry about Annie Dupree. Worry about Johnny Cannon. Worry about Chandler Scott. Worry about Izzy Anders. Those people, on any given day, are enough to give anyone fits and nightmares. Go right ahead and worry about those who you MIGHT face in the future. I’ll just be over here, getting ready to make you regret overlooking me. I’ll just be over here, waiting as patiently as i can for Saturday so you can be made aware of the very real threat you face here in the PRESENT. Because if I’m going to be dragged through hell, as so many feel that I am going to do, then I for DAMN sure am taking you with me. Get familiar with THAT….chica.
(With that, Savannah turns on her heels and exits the room as the scene fades to black.)
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