Never Enough
Jun 9, 2016 19:44:56 GMT -5
Post by Savannah Taylor on Jun 9, 2016 19:44:56 GMT -5
From the Twitlonger of Savannah Taylor (@lasvegassiren)
I tried to warn you people.
I tried to be the nice person and give you all fair warning what would eventually happen once I arrived here in FGA. I tried to tell those who would listen that before long, a much needed resurgence would take place. After the debacle that went down out West, I made a promise to myself that wherever I ended up that things were going to be different. I wanted to test myself against the best competition out there. I wanted to show the world that the hype that was built up around me was worth the investment. I wanted a fresh start.
That is what attracted me to the FGA.
This has become something of a proving ground if you want to make a name for yourself. Let's face the facts. The level of competition here is second to none. But let it be known that I didn’t come here to be full of sunshine and rainbows and spreading messages of goodwill. I’ll leave that to others on the roster. I came here to be better than what people have seen elsewhere. Did things start off the way I wanted? I’m woman enough to admit that things didn’t start out the way I wanted. But recently I’m getting that renewed sense of confidence back. I’m feeling much better about recent outings. What does this all mean?
Eventual bad news for pretty much everyone around me.
Before I get into this week, let me first talk about something recent, something that has started to ruffle my feathers ever so slightly. Mark Storm. It appears that I may or may not have upset you last Vertigo. What’s the matter? Did the fact that I interrupted your match and called you out on everything that you said upset you? Go ahead and ask me how many fucks I give. The answer is none. If you have such an issue with me, allow me to repeat the same bit of advice I gave you last time.
Do something about it. Please, I’m urging you to put up or shut up.
Now that this particular little subject is done, for this week at least, time to move on. What a step up match I have this week. I get to go one on one with one half of the rough and tumble World Tag Team champions. Any person should be beside themselves with happiness at such an opportunity. A chance to go one on one with one of the lauded champions here in FGA? How awesome is that? I can’t wait to face off against Ricky Valero…...whoops, my bad. I thought for a second that I was going to be facing Ricky for a second. You know, someone who could pose a challenge.
How are you doing, Luke? Feeling anxious? Maybe even a tad bit nervous? Good. You should be. You should be feeling nervous because for the first time, at least in my recent memory, you are stepping out from behind your tag team partner’s shadow and going out on your own in search of validation and acceptance. Trust me when I say I can appreciate that. Hell, I can even respect that a little. For some people, the search for acceptance, validation and respect is a long and arduous process that seems to never end.
Hello preacher. It’s me, the choir.
Seriously Luke, coming out here and saying you are just searching for some respect and validation as a singles wrestler, while admirable, is something I have been searching for my entire career. For everything I’ve accomplished in my career up to this point, there are STILL people out there who want to discredit me. There are still people out there who want to take away everything I’ve done. But instead of hemming and hawing over social media like a depressed teenager, I’m doing everything in my power to shove all of the negativity and all of the character attacks back at people. I’m not begging for attention on Twitter or trying to get people to feel sorry for me. Seriously. My eighteen year old sister didn’t act nearly as badly as you are when she found out she missed out on being salutatorian by less than three points. She took that incident and instead of pulling a temper tantrum, she worked her ass off and was able to net a couple of pretty prestigious academic awards that she will carry with her to college in the fall.
In short, you could learn a thing or two about dealing with adverse situations from my sister.
Was I upset when I was unable to capture the Mid Atlantic Legacy championship? Yes. Was I upset that it was Annie Zellor...whoops...Dupree who walked away with the gold? Yes, but here’s the thing. As much as it kills me to admit this, she was the better wrestler that night. Will she be the better wrestler if we ever meet again? Not if I have anything to say about it. But that begs the question, will you and Ricky be able to pull out a Hail Mary and retain your tag team titles against either Status Quo or Le Pacte de Immortels? Everyone knows how good Dan and Cordy are, and they have proven themselves more than capable of holding tag team gold. I know probably better than most just what kind of person Lady Magdalena is in the ring. Underneath that ethereally beautiful exterior lies a dangerous competitor. So if I were to bet money on you and Ricky retaining your titles, I would be out several hundred dollars. Am I saying you don’t stand a chance? Not exactly. But if things pan out a certain way and you guys do end up losing, I will start taking bets as to how quickly you guys start blaming each other for the loss. That is where the real money is.
Look, I can appreciate the fact that everyone goes through some rough times. I can appreciate the fact that despite whatever is going on in your personal life, you keep fighting on because it is all that you know. In a way I wish more people in this industry had that trait about them. But just because I appreciate the warrior fighting spirit, that doesn’t change the fact that this Saturday I’m going to take great pride in knocking your head clean off your shoulders. You may think you know what you are getting into. You may think that you have me all figured out. Buddy, you have NO idea what you are getting into. You don’t fully know what I am capable of once that bell rings. It’s something akin to watching a tornado. It’s impressive yet terrifying to look at even at a glance. But once you get up close and get a better view, nothing can prepare you for this particular force of nature. Why do you think scientists are still trying to figure out everything that they can about them? They want to know everything that they can because that way, they are able to warn the people in the tornado’s path when it is coming so that they may seek shelter.
By the way, I am far from terrifying to look at. Just an FYI
I could sit here and wax poetic about how much I am looking forward to this match. I could sit here and go on and on about how this match could be a standout on the card. Hell, I could even go on and on about this match features two wrestlers who are both searching for their own identities and wanting to become more than what they are perceived to be. All of these, to an extent, are true. I know, it seems shocking coming from someone like me. I have my moments, trust me. But here’s the thing, Luke. Just because I may come out here and say that this is going to be a damn good match, which is is by the way, doesn’t mean I’m going to take this lightly. Just because I may show some signs of respect towards you doesn’t mean that I’m going to stop myself from dragging you around all corners of that ring on Saturday. While I was making light of the fact that I’m facing the often thought of weaker member of your tag team, I realized that may have been a bit harsh. You are not a weak link in the slightest. You are the Speedy to Ricky’s Green Arrow, the Jimmy Olsen to his Superman, the Ron Weasley to his Harry Potter. I could go on and on, but you must be getting the point by now. I could sit here and remark that people remember the hero but rarely the sidekick. That is mean of me and I apologize.
Or maybe I’m bringing this up as a way of motivating you, because God knows you need it right about now. Seriously Luke, if you wanted some motivation, then all you had to do was ask. You change between fierce competitor to whiny emo kid faster than most people change socks. Pick a personality and stick with it because it’s getting old. I don’t care if anything I’ve said is upsetting you. I don’t care if anything I’ve said is making you mad. I have never been one to do or say things that makes people thrilled to see me, well, with maybe a few exceptions. If you are that upset by what I have to say, I shudder to think what will happen if you ever face someone like Lady Magdalena or anyone of that stature in this company. Trust me, I am an angel compared to others in this company. Do me a favor before Saturday. I want you to reach down deep inside of you and find whatever internal energy you can muster. Do whatever you need to do in order to get you in the right frame of mind. Motivate yourself however you need. Do whatever you need to do in order to get you at your best. I want you at your best because WHEN I win, I want to be the first to remind you that your best simply wasn’t good enough.
Your best will NEVER be good enough.
Auf Wiedersehen.
I tried to warn you people.
I tried to be the nice person and give you all fair warning what would eventually happen once I arrived here in FGA. I tried to tell those who would listen that before long, a much needed resurgence would take place. After the debacle that went down out West, I made a promise to myself that wherever I ended up that things were going to be different. I wanted to test myself against the best competition out there. I wanted to show the world that the hype that was built up around me was worth the investment. I wanted a fresh start.
That is what attracted me to the FGA.
This has become something of a proving ground if you want to make a name for yourself. Let's face the facts. The level of competition here is second to none. But let it be known that I didn’t come here to be full of sunshine and rainbows and spreading messages of goodwill. I’ll leave that to others on the roster. I came here to be better than what people have seen elsewhere. Did things start off the way I wanted? I’m woman enough to admit that things didn’t start out the way I wanted. But recently I’m getting that renewed sense of confidence back. I’m feeling much better about recent outings. What does this all mean?
Eventual bad news for pretty much everyone around me.
Before I get into this week, let me first talk about something recent, something that has started to ruffle my feathers ever so slightly. Mark Storm. It appears that I may or may not have upset you last Vertigo. What’s the matter? Did the fact that I interrupted your match and called you out on everything that you said upset you? Go ahead and ask me how many fucks I give. The answer is none. If you have such an issue with me, allow me to repeat the same bit of advice I gave you last time.
Do something about it. Please, I’m urging you to put up or shut up.
Now that this particular little subject is done, for this week at least, time to move on. What a step up match I have this week. I get to go one on one with one half of the rough and tumble World Tag Team champions. Any person should be beside themselves with happiness at such an opportunity. A chance to go one on one with one of the lauded champions here in FGA? How awesome is that? I can’t wait to face off against Ricky Valero…...whoops, my bad. I thought for a second that I was going to be facing Ricky for a second. You know, someone who could pose a challenge.
How are you doing, Luke? Feeling anxious? Maybe even a tad bit nervous? Good. You should be. You should be feeling nervous because for the first time, at least in my recent memory, you are stepping out from behind your tag team partner’s shadow and going out on your own in search of validation and acceptance. Trust me when I say I can appreciate that. Hell, I can even respect that a little. For some people, the search for acceptance, validation and respect is a long and arduous process that seems to never end.
Hello preacher. It’s me, the choir.
Seriously Luke, coming out here and saying you are just searching for some respect and validation as a singles wrestler, while admirable, is something I have been searching for my entire career. For everything I’ve accomplished in my career up to this point, there are STILL people out there who want to discredit me. There are still people out there who want to take away everything I’ve done. But instead of hemming and hawing over social media like a depressed teenager, I’m doing everything in my power to shove all of the negativity and all of the character attacks back at people. I’m not begging for attention on Twitter or trying to get people to feel sorry for me. Seriously. My eighteen year old sister didn’t act nearly as badly as you are when she found out she missed out on being salutatorian by less than three points. She took that incident and instead of pulling a temper tantrum, she worked her ass off and was able to net a couple of pretty prestigious academic awards that she will carry with her to college in the fall.
In short, you could learn a thing or two about dealing with adverse situations from my sister.
Was I upset when I was unable to capture the Mid Atlantic Legacy championship? Yes. Was I upset that it was Annie Zellor...whoops...Dupree who walked away with the gold? Yes, but here’s the thing. As much as it kills me to admit this, she was the better wrestler that night. Will she be the better wrestler if we ever meet again? Not if I have anything to say about it. But that begs the question, will you and Ricky be able to pull out a Hail Mary and retain your tag team titles against either Status Quo or Le Pacte de Immortels? Everyone knows how good Dan and Cordy are, and they have proven themselves more than capable of holding tag team gold. I know probably better than most just what kind of person Lady Magdalena is in the ring. Underneath that ethereally beautiful exterior lies a dangerous competitor. So if I were to bet money on you and Ricky retaining your titles, I would be out several hundred dollars. Am I saying you don’t stand a chance? Not exactly. But if things pan out a certain way and you guys do end up losing, I will start taking bets as to how quickly you guys start blaming each other for the loss. That is where the real money is.
Look, I can appreciate the fact that everyone goes through some rough times. I can appreciate the fact that despite whatever is going on in your personal life, you keep fighting on because it is all that you know. In a way I wish more people in this industry had that trait about them. But just because I appreciate the warrior fighting spirit, that doesn’t change the fact that this Saturday I’m going to take great pride in knocking your head clean off your shoulders. You may think you know what you are getting into. You may think that you have me all figured out. Buddy, you have NO idea what you are getting into. You don’t fully know what I am capable of once that bell rings. It’s something akin to watching a tornado. It’s impressive yet terrifying to look at even at a glance. But once you get up close and get a better view, nothing can prepare you for this particular force of nature. Why do you think scientists are still trying to figure out everything that they can about them? They want to know everything that they can because that way, they are able to warn the people in the tornado’s path when it is coming so that they may seek shelter.
By the way, I am far from terrifying to look at. Just an FYI
I could sit here and wax poetic about how much I am looking forward to this match. I could sit here and go on and on about how this match could be a standout on the card. Hell, I could even go on and on about this match features two wrestlers who are both searching for their own identities and wanting to become more than what they are perceived to be. All of these, to an extent, are true. I know, it seems shocking coming from someone like me. I have my moments, trust me. But here’s the thing, Luke. Just because I may come out here and say that this is going to be a damn good match, which is is by the way, doesn’t mean I’m going to take this lightly. Just because I may show some signs of respect towards you doesn’t mean that I’m going to stop myself from dragging you around all corners of that ring on Saturday. While I was making light of the fact that I’m facing the often thought of weaker member of your tag team, I realized that may have been a bit harsh. You are not a weak link in the slightest. You are the Speedy to Ricky’s Green Arrow, the Jimmy Olsen to his Superman, the Ron Weasley to his Harry Potter. I could go on and on, but you must be getting the point by now. I could sit here and remark that people remember the hero but rarely the sidekick. That is mean of me and I apologize.
Or maybe I’m bringing this up as a way of motivating you, because God knows you need it right about now. Seriously Luke, if you wanted some motivation, then all you had to do was ask. You change between fierce competitor to whiny emo kid faster than most people change socks. Pick a personality and stick with it because it’s getting old. I don’t care if anything I’ve said is upsetting you. I don’t care if anything I’ve said is making you mad. I have never been one to do or say things that makes people thrilled to see me, well, with maybe a few exceptions. If you are that upset by what I have to say, I shudder to think what will happen if you ever face someone like Lady Magdalena or anyone of that stature in this company. Trust me, I am an angel compared to others in this company. Do me a favor before Saturday. I want you to reach down deep inside of you and find whatever internal energy you can muster. Do whatever you need to do in order to get you in the right frame of mind. Motivate yourself however you need. Do whatever you need to do in order to get you at your best. I want you at your best because WHEN I win, I want to be the first to remind you that your best simply wasn’t good enough.
Your best will NEVER be good enough.
Auf Wiedersehen.