0016.MP4 - "Make The Choice"
Feb 4, 2016 2:37:29 GMT -5
Post by Izzy Anders on Feb 4, 2016 2:37:29 GMT -5
Inside of the confines of Izzy’s home, there was a basement. After much speculation, Izzy turned it into a private room of sorts. It was one where she could go to think about all the things she would have to do now. Brick walls lined with several piece of equipment showed that the room was also a workout room as well. Izzy sat in the center, next to a desk. Her legs were propped up upon the table. She toyed with the MAL Championship, smiling over its design. She returned it to its usual perch on her shoulder and took a breath. She opened up a bottle of water and took a quick swig before starting.
“I never got the whole thing with these kinds of matches, to be honest. I’m forced to team up with my Canadian Stampede opponent? I bet that everyone’s already hoping that I’m going to take Salem by her raven hair and drive her skull first into the mat. They can peg me as a vile person like Carmine or Cannon…or like Dom,” Izzy’s tone dropped when she spoke of her mortal enemy. In addition, a small, sadistic smile grew upon her face when she said it. Her head shook suddenly, bringing her back from the enjoyable memories of Final Frontier. “Salem, you’re probably expecting it too, huh?”
“You’re not stupid, not at all. You know that I have my eyes trained on you at all times. You should do the same thing, because it’s true. There’s a possibility that I might just try to put you out before Canadian Stampede. It’s a low one, but it always remains. You might accidentally hit me and I might ‘accidentally’ hit you back…harder. Because you know, Izzy hits harder,” another moment of violent glee emitted from Izzy. She shifted her weight backward into the seat.
“There’s also the chance that you may be devising an evil plan of your own, witchy,” Izzy remarked, rocking back and forth in the chair. “Which is understandable, actually. I find it flattering if you did try to assault me during the match. You can try to put a dent in this armor of mine. You’ll definitely need it, seeing as I’m the best damn Mid-Atlantic Champion FGA has ever had.”
“This would be the time to do it too. There’s so many ramifications going on in this match that you could easily do it and get away with it. Well, until Canadian Stampede. There, I’ll make sure to get you back if you did do something heinous like that. It’s not like you’re not possible of it either,” Izzy checked in with the MAL championship, still dotting over it. “I watch HKW, you know. I’ve seen what you do. I’ve seen how violent you can be.”
“And what’s so damn cool about this conversation is that, that’s only between us. I have yet to even mention what is going on the other side of the ring. The point of me doing this, talking directly to you, Salem, is to acknowledge silly thoughts. You’re my tag team partner, but also my enemy right now. We both live in that weird duality, but we know how to put those away for a moment of shared glory.”
“There’s another point to this discussion,” Izzy leaned forward in, talking closer to “Salem”.
“I hate doing this, but I’m putting a bit of my faith in you, because I would love to win this match. I’m tired of losing. So I rather not lose this match, because we cannot co-exist for a second. We have a former EXODUS mainstay and a former FGA Tag Team Champion over there. We have to be on our toes, Salem. So I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt. Artemis has done the same for you. So I guess I can—“ Izzy gulped. “Trust you.”
“Anyways, our team synergy is way more stable than our opponents. Isn’t that right, Savannah?” Izzy’s tone shifted again, a lighthearted infusion coming into existence.
“Annie ruined something for you. She took up the stripes and made sure that you lost your match. I wouldn’t necessarily call that a mistake, would you? If I know Annie Zellor, I know that she’s a secretive and surprisingly cunning young lady. She has a penance for jeopardizing many situations and making sure that she remains the hero in this little story that we call ‘FGA’,” Izzy explained, stretching slightly. “Unfortunately for you, Savannah, you became another victim in this game of hers. And you’re going to continue to play one until you shut her down.”
“Another misfortune for you, though. You won’t get the chance in this match.”
Izzy shrugged. “I mean, whatever happens during the match I cannot control. In fact, I support the divide between you two. It makes the match all the easier to win. I would like to say that I defeated a former EXODUS World Champion fairly, but I will take the tainted victory any day. Because it helps me roll with momentum. So if you want to, you can leave Annie out to dry. You can make this 1 v 3 if you want. Do whatever you want.”
“Just know that when we’re both in the ring, I’m going to try to beat you as effectively as possible. As a FGA original, I think it’s my duty to make sure you know that this is FGA and what you’ve done before is only something to smirk at. I’m definitely sure that you know of my little issue with people coming into FGA like you have. Due to your status as a world champion, you’ll probably be in Salem’s position in the near future,” Izzy wiped underneath her nose. “So this is a display of who I am.”
“Your petty issue with Annie Zellor can fester here, but you will not win, even if you both were a cohesive unit.”
“Annie, darling, you have some more explaining to do. Was this another one of your heroic acts? You know what happened last time that happened, right? I beat you one, two, three in the center of the ring. So please say it isn’t so,” Izzy pleaded mockingly. “I mean; it’s not going to help your case here. I still think you’re a liar. I still think you do things just to gratify that Disney Princess mindset of yours. You’re the main protagonist and you’ll shove it down everyone’s throat until they like it.”
“Or until they puke on it,” Izzy said, grimly. “I’m sure you have pleaded your case that your piss poor decisions were mere accidents. You screwed Savannah out of a proper victory, because somewhere in your mind you wanted it to happen. Savannah is just another antagonist to you.”
“Sadly for you, she’s on your side of the ring. I still enjoy kicking your ass. Savannah might make it easier for me to do that.”
Izzy went mute for a minute. She scooped her water bottle and took a swig from it. Through the period of silence, Izzy told the story of her now vibrant disdain for Annie Zellor. Her tone had become jarring. Tension resonated in her shoulders as she felt latent anger well up.
“Or who knows? This might be a completely fair match. Wouldn’t that be absolutely shocking?” Izzy feigned surprise for a second, hovering her hand over her mouth momentarily. “Actually, can we make that happen? Can we go against the grain for once? I would much prefer that Salem and I don’t get into anything in this match. A special gal wouldn’t exactly be excited if I tried to beat down her wife.”
“I really don’t want people saying that our victory is tainted by dramatics,” Izzy began. “I want this to be an honest match. I don’t want any bull. Obviously, both teams will try to one up their partner. It’s the competitive nature that drives us.”
“Whatever happens after the match ends is something that will happen then. As I’ve stated earlier, if Savannah decides to beat the piss out of Annie after the match, then I’ll turn a blind eye. It’s not my business.”
“I don’t expect it out of Salem, but she attacks me, I’ll have to defend myself,” Izzy looked down at her championship, taking it off her shoulder. “The last time I had to seriously defend myself and what is mine, I almost crippled a man. Salem isn’t Dom Harter. She’s an important woman to a person I care for. I don’t like tragedies. I don’t want to send you home to Artemis damaged. She loves you too much and what will come of it won’t be exactly fun for me either.”
“So I implore you not to try anything stupid, okay?” Izzy seemed forlorn by the explanation. “Please…don’t.”
Izzy shook her head. “We got work to do, witch. Let’s go out there and win this. Hell, I think we’d make a fine team. If it wasn’t for this championship here, we could’ve thrown our hat into the Tag Team Invitational a while back,” the champion spoke tenderly.
“But as of right now, we’re on a fast track to Canadian Stampede. This match can set the grounds for what our match there can be,” Izzy stood up, taking her drink in her free hand.
“We can either make it a fair and honest fight,” she smiled gently. Yet, her next words morphed the smile into something twisted.
“Or we can make it a bloody affair.”
A final smirk appeared on Izzy's face. "Your choice...witch."
“I never got the whole thing with these kinds of matches, to be honest. I’m forced to team up with my Canadian Stampede opponent? I bet that everyone’s already hoping that I’m going to take Salem by her raven hair and drive her skull first into the mat. They can peg me as a vile person like Carmine or Cannon…or like Dom,” Izzy’s tone dropped when she spoke of her mortal enemy. In addition, a small, sadistic smile grew upon her face when she said it. Her head shook suddenly, bringing her back from the enjoyable memories of Final Frontier. “Salem, you’re probably expecting it too, huh?”
“You’re not stupid, not at all. You know that I have my eyes trained on you at all times. You should do the same thing, because it’s true. There’s a possibility that I might just try to put you out before Canadian Stampede. It’s a low one, but it always remains. You might accidentally hit me and I might ‘accidentally’ hit you back…harder. Because you know, Izzy hits harder,” another moment of violent glee emitted from Izzy. She shifted her weight backward into the seat.
“There’s also the chance that you may be devising an evil plan of your own, witchy,” Izzy remarked, rocking back and forth in the chair. “Which is understandable, actually. I find it flattering if you did try to assault me during the match. You can try to put a dent in this armor of mine. You’ll definitely need it, seeing as I’m the best damn Mid-Atlantic Champion FGA has ever had.”
“This would be the time to do it too. There’s so many ramifications going on in this match that you could easily do it and get away with it. Well, until Canadian Stampede. There, I’ll make sure to get you back if you did do something heinous like that. It’s not like you’re not possible of it either,” Izzy checked in with the MAL championship, still dotting over it. “I watch HKW, you know. I’ve seen what you do. I’ve seen how violent you can be.”
“And what’s so damn cool about this conversation is that, that’s only between us. I have yet to even mention what is going on the other side of the ring. The point of me doing this, talking directly to you, Salem, is to acknowledge silly thoughts. You’re my tag team partner, but also my enemy right now. We both live in that weird duality, but we know how to put those away for a moment of shared glory.”
“There’s another point to this discussion,” Izzy leaned forward in, talking closer to “Salem”.
“I hate doing this, but I’m putting a bit of my faith in you, because I would love to win this match. I’m tired of losing. So I rather not lose this match, because we cannot co-exist for a second. We have a former EXODUS mainstay and a former FGA Tag Team Champion over there. We have to be on our toes, Salem. So I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt. Artemis has done the same for you. So I guess I can—“ Izzy gulped. “Trust you.”
“Anyways, our team synergy is way more stable than our opponents. Isn’t that right, Savannah?” Izzy’s tone shifted again, a lighthearted infusion coming into existence.
“Annie ruined something for you. She took up the stripes and made sure that you lost your match. I wouldn’t necessarily call that a mistake, would you? If I know Annie Zellor, I know that she’s a secretive and surprisingly cunning young lady. She has a penance for jeopardizing many situations and making sure that she remains the hero in this little story that we call ‘FGA’,” Izzy explained, stretching slightly. “Unfortunately for you, Savannah, you became another victim in this game of hers. And you’re going to continue to play one until you shut her down.”
“Another misfortune for you, though. You won’t get the chance in this match.”
Izzy shrugged. “I mean, whatever happens during the match I cannot control. In fact, I support the divide between you two. It makes the match all the easier to win. I would like to say that I defeated a former EXODUS World Champion fairly, but I will take the tainted victory any day. Because it helps me roll with momentum. So if you want to, you can leave Annie out to dry. You can make this 1 v 3 if you want. Do whatever you want.”
“Just know that when we’re both in the ring, I’m going to try to beat you as effectively as possible. As a FGA original, I think it’s my duty to make sure you know that this is FGA and what you’ve done before is only something to smirk at. I’m definitely sure that you know of my little issue with people coming into FGA like you have. Due to your status as a world champion, you’ll probably be in Salem’s position in the near future,” Izzy wiped underneath her nose. “So this is a display of who I am.”
“Your petty issue with Annie Zellor can fester here, but you will not win, even if you both were a cohesive unit.”
“Annie, darling, you have some more explaining to do. Was this another one of your heroic acts? You know what happened last time that happened, right? I beat you one, two, three in the center of the ring. So please say it isn’t so,” Izzy pleaded mockingly. “I mean; it’s not going to help your case here. I still think you’re a liar. I still think you do things just to gratify that Disney Princess mindset of yours. You’re the main protagonist and you’ll shove it down everyone’s throat until they like it.”
“Or until they puke on it,” Izzy said, grimly. “I’m sure you have pleaded your case that your piss poor decisions were mere accidents. You screwed Savannah out of a proper victory, because somewhere in your mind you wanted it to happen. Savannah is just another antagonist to you.”
“Sadly for you, she’s on your side of the ring. I still enjoy kicking your ass. Savannah might make it easier for me to do that.”
Izzy went mute for a minute. She scooped her water bottle and took a swig from it. Through the period of silence, Izzy told the story of her now vibrant disdain for Annie Zellor. Her tone had become jarring. Tension resonated in her shoulders as she felt latent anger well up.
“Or who knows? This might be a completely fair match. Wouldn’t that be absolutely shocking?” Izzy feigned surprise for a second, hovering her hand over her mouth momentarily. “Actually, can we make that happen? Can we go against the grain for once? I would much prefer that Salem and I don’t get into anything in this match. A special gal wouldn’t exactly be excited if I tried to beat down her wife.”
“I really don’t want people saying that our victory is tainted by dramatics,” Izzy began. “I want this to be an honest match. I don’t want any bull. Obviously, both teams will try to one up their partner. It’s the competitive nature that drives us.”
“Whatever happens after the match ends is something that will happen then. As I’ve stated earlier, if Savannah decides to beat the piss out of Annie after the match, then I’ll turn a blind eye. It’s not my business.”
“I don’t expect it out of Salem, but she attacks me, I’ll have to defend myself,” Izzy looked down at her championship, taking it off her shoulder. “The last time I had to seriously defend myself and what is mine, I almost crippled a man. Salem isn’t Dom Harter. She’s an important woman to a person I care for. I don’t like tragedies. I don’t want to send you home to Artemis damaged. She loves you too much and what will come of it won’t be exactly fun for me either.”
“So I implore you not to try anything stupid, okay?” Izzy seemed forlorn by the explanation. “Please…don’t.”
Izzy shook her head. “We got work to do, witch. Let’s go out there and win this. Hell, I think we’d make a fine team. If it wasn’t for this championship here, we could’ve thrown our hat into the Tag Team Invitational a while back,” the champion spoke tenderly.
“But as of right now, we’re on a fast track to Canadian Stampede. This match can set the grounds for what our match there can be,” Izzy stood up, taking her drink in her free hand.
“We can either make it a fair and honest fight,” she smiled gently. Yet, her next words morphed the smile into something twisted.
“Or we can make it a bloody affair.”
A final smirk appeared on Izzy's face. "Your choice...witch."
Izzy’s romantic situation took a darker turn as of late. Izzy sat down in her empty home, rather Emery’s empty home. She twisted the engagement ring on her finger and let out a huge sigh. The letters of Emery’s referral to the ward laid open on the dining table. Izzy had read through them what felt like seven times now. Emery’s recent outburst and furious rage towards her “adopted” family had caused this to transpire. She needed to go in to make sure she could function correctly.
Depression ate away at poor Emery. Unfortunately for them both, Izzy’s wrestling career had prevented Izzy from being there. Izzy felt ill over the whole dilemma. Glory satisfied several needs in Izzy’s mind, but wrestling had made many more for her. As she looked up, finally regaining motivation to do so, Izzy saw several pictures of Emery and herself. Emery looked happy in the pictures, but now Izzy wondered if they were falsified emotions.
Being absent for so long with SSWA and FGA left Izzy with lingering thoughts. Once again, she peered at the beautiful ring on his finger. Emery had devoted so much time to Izzy, but Izzy wasn’t around in Emery’s darkest hours. She was off being a destructive human being. The lust for dominance had shrouded Izzy’s vision from what was truly important. Izzy got up from the kitchen and ventured into the living room.
She had moved down to California, deciding to move in with her fiancée. Thus, the living was now furnished with many of Izzy’s belongings. Several of her video game memorabilia covered the walls and rested upon stands. What caught Izzy’s eyes was the Rookie X Cup. Then she remembered what Emery would always speak on. There was a gap between the two. Emery never found true success in wrestling. She had bad luck. When she would get established in a company, the company would encounter issues, and then close. Emery was talented, no doubt, but she never had the chance to escape the grim reality that was her life.
Izzy almost wanted to puke now. She never bothered to drag Emery along with her. Isn’t it not a partner’s job to protect her lover? Izzy walked over to the cup, remembering the journey she had to claim it. It was her selling point when it came to her rise in FGA. The momentum she had from those matches led to her winning the FGA Mid-Atlantic Championship. Both of those led to her conquering several adversaries in SSWA. Finally, it all came together to allow her to win the SSWA Rising Star Championship. But at what cost?
The fame and fortune was nice. It forced her away from that self-loathing rut she was in, but what did it do for Emery? It took Izzy away. Izzy’s preoccupation with her career was a double-edged blade. She could provide for Emery, but she could never be around. What kind of career was this for a girl that needed to be there for her family? Izzy pondered on how it worked for the fathers and mothers of wrestling. How does Cindy do it, for example?
Izzy shook her head disappointingly, turning away from the cup. Her eyes came back down upon the ring on her finger. The only time she takes it off is when she’s wrestling. It was kind of symbolic. Who was the mistress in this relationship? Was it Emery or was it wrestling? Izzy could only laugh at the thought. She put it back on and went back to the kitchen. It had been a week since she last contacted Emery. The ward had certain days and hours in which Izzy could call. Sometimes she couldn’t get through.
When they last spoke, Izzy cried hard. Emery reassured Izzy that none of this was her fault. Her not being there wasn’t too detrimental. The crisis was building up for years, according to Emery’s therapist. The words went through one ear and out of the other. Izzy couldn’t help but feel utterly pathetic.
What the hell kind of champion isn’t there for her family?
Izzy went inside of Emery’s room, marveling over the array of things she had. She had Power Ranger stuff hanging up on her walls, representing her best friends. The happiness that Emery had remained in the color, but when Izzy examined the room, she noticed the sadness of it all. As Izzy stepped into the room, she hissed in pain. She looked down and removed a small bit of glass from her foot. She cursed under her breath before investigating what caused the minor pain.
She came to find out that Emery had shattered picture frames of her and her “sister”. The lies that were manufactured long ago were brought to light. The light made Emery go berserk. She caused so much damage not only to her family, but to herself as well. Izzy began to clean up the broken pieces, before accessing the damage of her foot. Small droplets of blood escaped, but nothing major persisted.
After cleaning, Izzy laid down upon Emery’s bed, feeling the familiar cushiness. She spread out her arms and legs before letting go a gentle sigh. She felt herself fading away. She struggled to keep her eyes open, but she no longer fought against it. One of these days Emery was going to be home.
And this time, Izzy was going to be there waiting on her.
Depression ate away at poor Emery. Unfortunately for them both, Izzy’s wrestling career had prevented Izzy from being there. Izzy felt ill over the whole dilemma. Glory satisfied several needs in Izzy’s mind, but wrestling had made many more for her. As she looked up, finally regaining motivation to do so, Izzy saw several pictures of Emery and herself. Emery looked happy in the pictures, but now Izzy wondered if they were falsified emotions.
Being absent for so long with SSWA and FGA left Izzy with lingering thoughts. Once again, she peered at the beautiful ring on his finger. Emery had devoted so much time to Izzy, but Izzy wasn’t around in Emery’s darkest hours. She was off being a destructive human being. The lust for dominance had shrouded Izzy’s vision from what was truly important. Izzy got up from the kitchen and ventured into the living room.
She had moved down to California, deciding to move in with her fiancée. Thus, the living was now furnished with many of Izzy’s belongings. Several of her video game memorabilia covered the walls and rested upon stands. What caught Izzy’s eyes was the Rookie X Cup. Then she remembered what Emery would always speak on. There was a gap between the two. Emery never found true success in wrestling. She had bad luck. When she would get established in a company, the company would encounter issues, and then close. Emery was talented, no doubt, but she never had the chance to escape the grim reality that was her life.
Izzy almost wanted to puke now. She never bothered to drag Emery along with her. Isn’t it not a partner’s job to protect her lover? Izzy walked over to the cup, remembering the journey she had to claim it. It was her selling point when it came to her rise in FGA. The momentum she had from those matches led to her winning the FGA Mid-Atlantic Championship. Both of those led to her conquering several adversaries in SSWA. Finally, it all came together to allow her to win the SSWA Rising Star Championship. But at what cost?
The fame and fortune was nice. It forced her away from that self-loathing rut she was in, but what did it do for Emery? It took Izzy away. Izzy’s preoccupation with her career was a double-edged blade. She could provide for Emery, but she could never be around. What kind of career was this for a girl that needed to be there for her family? Izzy pondered on how it worked for the fathers and mothers of wrestling. How does Cindy do it, for example?
Izzy shook her head disappointingly, turning away from the cup. Her eyes came back down upon the ring on her finger. The only time she takes it off is when she’s wrestling. It was kind of symbolic. Who was the mistress in this relationship? Was it Emery or was it wrestling? Izzy could only laugh at the thought. She put it back on and went back to the kitchen. It had been a week since she last contacted Emery. The ward had certain days and hours in which Izzy could call. Sometimes she couldn’t get through.
When they last spoke, Izzy cried hard. Emery reassured Izzy that none of this was her fault. Her not being there wasn’t too detrimental. The crisis was building up for years, according to Emery’s therapist. The words went through one ear and out of the other. Izzy couldn’t help but feel utterly pathetic.
What the hell kind of champion isn’t there for her family?
Izzy went inside of Emery’s room, marveling over the array of things she had. She had Power Ranger stuff hanging up on her walls, representing her best friends. The happiness that Emery had remained in the color, but when Izzy examined the room, she noticed the sadness of it all. As Izzy stepped into the room, she hissed in pain. She looked down and removed a small bit of glass from her foot. She cursed under her breath before investigating what caused the minor pain.
She came to find out that Emery had shattered picture frames of her and her “sister”. The lies that were manufactured long ago were brought to light. The light made Emery go berserk. She caused so much damage not only to her family, but to herself as well. Izzy began to clean up the broken pieces, before accessing the damage of her foot. Small droplets of blood escaped, but nothing major persisted.
After cleaning, Izzy laid down upon Emery’s bed, feeling the familiar cushiness. She spread out her arms and legs before letting go a gentle sigh. She felt herself fading away. She struggled to keep her eyes open, but she no longer fought against it. One of these days Emery was going to be home.
And this time, Izzy was going to be there waiting on her.
