0018.MP4 - "Fifth and Most Important"
Mar 17, 2016 19:32:45 GMT -5
Post by Izzy Anders on Mar 17, 2016 19:32:45 GMT -5
Emery did not know what Izzy had been doing while she was away in London. Over the span of a few months, Izzy had been venturing out of their home. She found herself with a lot of free time, due to not being booked too often in FGA or SSWA. She had a few promotional things she had to do, but other than that, Izzy found herself alone most of the time. Due to sheer boredom, she took airplanes around the United States.
She felt stuck at times in her home. No, she felt stuck in life. The redundancy that became Izzy’s life began to eat away at her. She had left behind the self-image dilemmas mostly, but then came this. Was it nihilism? Did she no longer care about the facilities of life? It was not her championship reign that ruined her, no, there was something else.
She didn’t know if she found herself or not.
Yes, she managed to crawl away from the sniveling, trusting idiot that almost got destroyed by Dom Harter, but now she remained in a constant bitterness. She was trying to validate herself to no end. There was hardly a point. The prospect of achieving her dreams had constantly been ruined by the plights of others.
Misanthropy once surfaced within Izzy’s psyche. People became the hell that they were meant to be. Everyone had their nuances that made them unlikeable. Annie Zellor, a person that Izzy once looked up to, had become a lying, scheming girl that used her adorable charms for the worst. Salem Cartier, a girl that she let marry her best friend, became another woman who tried to use Izzy to create fame for herself. The list of names would only grow over time until Izzy paused it with her own reluctance to continue.
Hating people was taxing. It only resulted in an endless amount of anger circulating throughout Izzy’s body. It made her not want to interact with people, due to her normal disdain for most. She knew that it only came from the traumatic events that transpired throughout her life and her wrestling career. She only feared that her problem would only get worse. And her fear came to life.
Sadism, an awful trait that is too common in wrestling, rested itself into Izzy’s mind. She began to enjoy hurting people. Her style change came at the want to protect herself from the people like Dom Harter, Johnny Cannon, and Tony Carmine. Those individuals would gladly break Izzy. She never wanted to be like them, but she found helpless against the change. She became the predatory beast that they were, a lioness. The issue became hiding it. She failed at that as well.
The fans had finally decided if she was redeemable or not. The chorus of malice that rained down upon her at Canadian Stampede was disappointing, but she found herself not caring about it. She had a job to do and that was win. She played with them, making fun of their hatred. She saw herself doing it. She was transforming into what she originally despised. She became egocentric. And she hated herself for it.
The duality of self-love and self-hatred probably created the nihilistic outlook that she developed. The world no longer bore color; things were black and white. Humanity itself was pitch black, except for a few glimmers of bright white. She just didn’t want to deal with the miasma anymore. It didn’t poison her in the traditional sense; it didn’t kill her from the inside out. It made itself comfortable and allowed Izzy to adapt and become just like it.
She wanted to run, but one great reason persisted. It chained her down. She couldn’t help but admit that she wanted one thing in the whole world. She didn’t want Emery Harrison. Izzy had become consumed by the want to destroy Dom Harter. In the wrestling world, many people say they will take someone out and fail to do so. They may get the victory and be content with it. Izzy beat Dom, injured him, but it wasn’t enough. He was coming back and she was sitting there, waiting.
Salem Cartier proved herself to be one of Izzy’s toughest challengers. However, Salem didn’t believe Izzy’s words. Izzy was willing to do anything it took to win. With a horrific shot to the face with the title, Izzy knew that she had it won. Salem was groggy; she managed to get a small package in, but all Izzy had to do at this point was pull the trigger. Capetown Sunset was all that was needed to end the match. And it did.
Izzy let go a maniacal laugh as the boos rained in. She couldn’t help it; there was a primal nature to it all. Defending your championship against stiff competition, proving to any naysayers that you’re better. She didn’t know what she just did, though. With that pinfall, Izzy became THE champion. Statistically, Izzy became the strongest champion in FGA’s existence. She defended the MAL Championship the most and she held it for the longest time. Now she transcended those accolades. No champion in FGA history could get past the dreaded fourth defense. Izzy did it that night.
Once she left the ring, her exuberant mood left her. Hollowness. Why didn’t it uppen her mood? “It’s to be expected,” Izzy murmured to herself, answering her own thought process. She had to be twice as good to be considered for anything. Within FGA, there was an influx of new talent. A majority came from EXODUS Pro. In any case, they came in with their own image and their own accolades that were going to outshine Izzy’s.
Izzy was a homegrown talent in FGA. She made her start there and expanded. Yet, even there, she was merely a bug to many of the other roster members. Talented, sure, but a great, never. Relevant? No. A main eventer? Only occasionally. With this new accolade that she could speak about, she would receive the same reaction. A few tweets from Dom and others undermining her success. A nod from the more respectable members. She may get a candidacy for Wrestler of the Year again. Outside of that, there was nothing to this. Izzy could become the longest reigning champion in FGA history and no one would care. Not even her.
As Izzy pushed past interviewers and other wrestlers, she only kept her mind on one thing. The next challenger. Dom wasn’t going to come back until mid-year. May or June. Until FGA management would throw these fresh faces at her, on their name alone. Ruby Tyler might get a shot, because she was in EXODUS. It just seemed that the whole time that Izzy has been at FGA, someone new would come in and overtake everyone who worked their asses off. Zero, Salem, Savannah, and the list grows.
The non-emotion from the victory came from constant struggling. Hopelessness transfigured into nothing at all. Izzy gathered her things without effort and walked briskly to her car. She didn’t share words with anyone. In fact, she didn’t seem them. All she was the destination. Another restless night for her.
There used to be a fire, but now only the ashes remain.
“Five,” Izzy held up five fingers, wriggling them once before lowering her hand entirely.
“That number is beyond important right now. This will be the fifth time that any champion in FGA defended their championship. That is unprecedented here. I’m sure that someone out there is willing to say something to undermine this feat. It’s what everyone does,” the champion snuck a shrug in. “They like to sit here and talk some much shit about me and my ‘irrelevant’ championship.”
“A while back, I said something about the era of Chandler Scott. The 288 day reign of Chandler Scott brought in some many changes in FGA. It ended with the changing of the guard of sorts. While Zero might have taken it from it, we may exist in a Cyncity era in a short while. It’s too soon to say. I think she’ll be a great champion. She has waited for eons in order to get this chance to shine.”
“As of last Vertigo, I’m the last champion that is from the past guard. Now I assume the fans are just waiting for me to lose my championship to Savannah Taylor. Unfortunately, things aren’t exactly going to change for me,” she put on a sly smile and licked her lips subconsciously. She rose her head up, brushing the hair from the front of her face.
“Because I promised myself that I would never lose to someone that doesn’t deserve it.”
“Savannah, you managed to convince management that you deserve this title shot. You beat Annie and then batted your eyes at whoever would listen. It’s kind of like going to Dad after Mom tells you ‘no’. I told you that your manipulative ways wouldn’t work on me. I guess it doesn’t matter what I think. It just matters that I defend my championship like I always have.”
“So this is how this is going to work, Savannah. I’m going to take you out; simple as that. Since you didn’t get the message, I’m going to have to educate you personally. I can add another world champion to the list of people that I’ve beaten. Hell, if I’m in a bad mood when we get to the match, I might try to break you like I did Dom Harter,” Izzy giggled to herself. “I wonder if Annie would come to your rescue. You did screw her over after all. She might not be so heroic.”
“Then again, she knows what happens if she gets involved with my business. She’ll be sent to the hospital to stay with her best friends. You all can drink your food through straws and wait for Dom to get sent there again when he comes back,” she seemed almost excited by the prospect.
“We can run a rotation if you’d like. I beat you down, Savannah. Then I beat down Annie. While you two are sitting in the hospital, discussing how badly you both messed up, Dom will come stepping to me again. With the fire of vengeance and owning Annie, he’ll try to stop my reign. Then he’ll be in the hospital again. Savannah comes again. Then Annie. You get the idea,” she circled her hand around and rolled her eyes. “We’ll keep playing this game until all three of you retire and leave me the hell alone.”
“I might enjoy beating you more than I do Annie, Savannah. Yes, miss EXODUS World Champion, I cannot wait to defeat you. I know that you called me ‘pathetic’ for my ‘jealousy’ of you and the rest of the newcomers in FGA. You’re right, Savannah. I’m willing to give credit where it’s due. I am terribly jealous of you all.”
“It stems from the hard work that I put in,” Izzy spat. “Now, people are talking about how their accolades outside of companies are getting them shots here in FGA. I find that to be the worst damn thing for the homegrown individuals. So yes, I’m jealous of the favoritism that FGA gives to people like you. Because you can get title shots by saying a few words and holding up the now worthless EXODUS championship like it’s still alive and breathing.”
“I have preached before that I have bled for this company. For anything in my life, I have had to work hard for it. I got it eventually, but here in FGA, my hard work has been frowned upon. The word ‘irrelevance’ haunts me. But what you and the rest of these idiots don’t understand is that I’m a history maker,” she emphasized her new found ideal. “Longest reigning MAL Champion, most defenses of the championship, and the only person in FGA to defend a championship four times.”
“Now that I’m at the fifth defense, I’m about to hold another record,” once again, Izzy rose her hand, stretching out her fingers to indicate. “Five defenses; no one else has that to their name. Now it’s a matter of beating you, a world champion. You probably laud that over me, trying to intimidate me with it, but you see...it only makes me smile wider. I like the idea of beating world champions. I love the feeling of beating the arrogance out of you lot. Any time you all mention, I snicker a bit.”
“Ever since you’ve stepped in FGA, you have had your nose up in the air. I guess it comes with the territory. I wondered if you would flaunt your success and take an attempt at the World Championship,” she tilted her head, feigning a want not to say what she was about to. “Then Danny Diamond beat you. That put you a step back. Then you let Annie mess with you. Now you have wandered your way over here to me. With your nose still turned up.”
“I’m going to break your nose,” Izzy hissed. “It’s simple as that. With the same kick that put down Salem Cartier. I’m going to make sure of that; you’re not allowed to turn your nose up to me. I’m Izzy freaking Anders and you’re going to know my name by the end of the night. Even if it’s you screaming my name for me to stop beating you.”
“After this match, I wanted you to remember that day forever. That would have been your real test here in FGA. And you failed. As Mid-Atlantic Champion, it’s my duty to face the upcoming members of this company. When they’re all as pretentious as you, I find too much enjoyment out of striking you all down.”
Izzy illustrated a banner in the air. She looked towards with a slight glee. “Headline for you: FGA MAL Champion beats Final EXODUS World Champion,” she came back down to stare intently into the camera.
“Maybe I can laud that over you since that’s what you’re into.”
“Verpiss dich.”
