Post by Cordy on Sept 1, 2016 19:53:58 GMT -5
Nothing New |
She couldn’t help but to chuckle at the weird sense of deja vu that it all gave her. The situation in itself was all too familiar. Laughing was just about the only thing she could do to mask the anger she truly felt. God knows it didn’t quell it, not by a long shot. She wanted nothing more than to just lash out and hit the closest thing or person to her; but decking her Uber driver in the middle of NYC traffic sounded like the worst idea imaginable. Although with every lusty glance and flirtatious comment that he made, it seemed like a risk worth taking. Not that he was a jerk or even overly inappropriate; he’d simply made the grave mistake of not knowing when to take a hint.
On any other day, she might have perceived the slightly inconspicuous comments he’d occasionally make about her beauty as flattering and maybe even cute; something more than the unwarranted nuisance her foul mood dictated them to be. A nuisance she’d hoped to avoid completely by putting in her ear buds and turning her music up to a noticeable level. But as luck would have it, that simply hadn’t worked.
But did it ever?
The notion in itself annoyed her even more. The audacity that some people had to impede and infringe upon others. She absolutely hated when she wanted to be left alone to her thoughts and her music but someone felt the need to disregard that entirely by commencing to carry on a conversation that she hadn’t warranted or invited to begin with. It was downright rude and inconsiderate.
“Damn, someone must have seriously pissed you off beautiful?” The Uber driver, that according to the app was named Geoffrey (who was unknowingly approaching the brink of death) asked, obviously noting the scowl on her face. One that had been etched there since the happenings of the night prior at Above and Beyond V; where she and Dan had been ambushed and their titles stolen.
And poor Peaches… recalling the nasty belt shot to the head that Dan’s girlfriend had taken… it almost made Cordelia sick to her stomach. Unnecessary was what it all had been. Cowardly and highly uncalled for. With the win that they’d gotten over them in Tucson, The Usual Suspects had more than established themselves as threats to she and Dan’s FGA World Tag Team titles. They’d pretty much secured themselves a shot with the victory they’d… “earned”. But that hadn’t been enough for them obviously, or more specifically, Anthony Rother. They’d felt the need to go that one extra step to try and prove a point and now they’d crossed a line. It was something she’d made sure they’d pay for.
Ironically, it wasn’t the first time that Cordelia had fallen victim to something like that. Hence her feelings of Deja Vu.
She could easily recall the day. September 19th, 2013. Yankee Stadium. PDW’s Urban Warfare Pay Per View and the first time she’d ever had the pleasure and privilege of wrestling in front of a home New York City crowd. The night that she’d returned from her initial trip to the Dominican Republic to clear her mind, (something that only amplifies her sense of deja vu by the way) so that she and Cindy Parker could put aside the plethora of issues that they’d been going through at the time to once again lay claim to the PDW Tag Team Championships in the first ever Platinum X match.
And they had.
Despite the turmoil that threatened to separate them, they overcame all adversity and they once again became champions, this time in front of their home crowd. But their celebration was short lived as they, along with the team they were competing against that night, Team DLC, were viciously attacked by a group of masked men… men that Cordy and Cindy would never know the identity of until a year later when they happened to cross paths with them in FGA. The Infinite Empire. A night that should have been a celebratory one for she and Cyn, had been stolen from them. And now she and Dan had suffered a fate all too similar, but instead of just their moment… their titles had been stolen as well.
Yeah, just thinking about it had her urge to punch something rising at an alarming rate. Geoffrey needed to chill or they’d both end up on the 6 O’Clock news.
“I‘ve been trying to get a smile out of you this entire time, and you just won’t crack.” He glanced at her through the rearview. “You’re too pretty to walk around with that scowl on your face.”
She rolled her eyes and turned up the music just a tad bit louder. As if being pretty made her problems go away… God, she just wanted to get home. Ironically funny considering that home was the last place she’d wanted to be just a week prior. All the good vibes and positive energy that she thought she’d found in the Dominican Republic had dissipated the moment she’d received that texts from her little sister saying that their cousin Cheyenne had needed Cordy’s help. But that was something else entirely, and something that would have to be sorted out sooner than later. She was slowly beginning to realize that there were problems in her life that there were just no running away from. Whenever she tried to find peace in any aspect of it, trouble reared its ugly head and all peace was lost. “There’s just not much to smile about.” She replied gloomily but honest.
Maybe there was something in her voice that hadn’t necessarily translated to the expression on her face, because as she glanced up, she could have sworn that she saw Geoffrey’s eyes soften in the mirror. Her face read as angry; stay away, don’t want to be bothered… she knew that, because it was purposely done. Her voice however was something much harder to control and why she preferred silence. It conveyed something far more intricate and complicated. A swelling of emotions lying underneath the surface that she still hadn’t figured out how to cope or deal with. Whatever it was that he’d heard in her voice, Geoffrey seemingly got the message. She wasn’t just someone that was having a bad day.
She was clearly going through something.
She didn’t know exactly what she’d been expecting in response, but it certainly wasn’t what she got. “There’s always a reason to.” Geoffrey said, the first hint of genuineness and sincerity creeping into his tone. It was the first thing he’d said all ride that hadn’t made her roll her eyes. “You just have to find it, no matter how hard it may be.”
She’d heard those words before, yet she couldn’t recall if she’d been the one saying them to someone else. This was definitely new territory for Cordelia. Usually she was the one looking at life from the glass half full perspective and the beacon of optimism that most clung to as a source of inspiration when things weren’t quite going as planned in their own life. She was the one that most said could spy the silver lining on the darkest of any cloud. But somehow she’d fallen into a rut, and life always seemed to know when that sort of thing happened because it just kept piling more and more on top of you until you were at the point of burial and suffocation. But times such as those were the greatest catalyst for self discovery, weren’t they? Maybe they were, but Cordelia couldn’t say that she wasn’t afraid of what she’d find out about herself this time around.
With his sage words of wisdom spoken, Geoffrey fell silent. He’d finally realized that maybe it was best to leave her to her own devices, but little did he know the minimal conversation that they’d had would be something that she’d think about for quite some time. The rest of the ride was spent in deep thought. Finding a reason to smile… it was what she definitely needed to do, but why had it become so hard to do as of late?
That was why she wanted to get home so badly… because she knew if there was nothing else in the world… there was always her nephew. He was a guaranteed smile, if only but for a little while.
As she glanced out the window, the familiar sights of her Park Slope neighborhood were a welcomed sight as they cruised by. Hello, Brooklyn. She was that much closer to home. A few moments later she was turning onto her block, and finally pulling up in front of her place.
“Thank you.” She said, offering an acknowledging nod as she grabbed hold of her travel bag and stepped out of the car. “And have a good day.” She added courteously. The remainder of the ride had given her a bit of time to simmer down a bit. The poor guy was only trying to make conversation, yet she’d been ready to snap on him the same way that she did….
She sighed. Yet another situation still waiting to be resolved. But that would wait until later.
Right then she wanted nothing more than to dance around the house with Corey and listen to the music of her nephew’s joyous laughter. Pushing open the door, she could hear the tv blaring which meant her nephew was definitely awake. Knowing her sister, there was no way that Alyssa would risk a few moments of peace by not muting the tv or lowering it. The prospect of seeing her little man actually perked her up a bit as she dropped her bag and made her way down the hallway.
“Coreeeyyyy!” She yelled out to her nephew as she strolled into the living room, but she quickly froze in her tracks. Her nephew was indeed awake, but he was cradled in the arms of the last person she’d really expected to see there in her home. She could feel all eyes in the room turn to her, including her sister’s, who gave her a look that practically plead with her to “please be nice.” Cordelia took a deep breath and nodded, although there were definitely no promises in this situation.
“Father…” She said coarsely, her eyes narrowing with skepticism.
In return her father flashed the warmest smile she’d seen from him in years.
“Cordelia.” He replied with a nod towards his eldest child.
This definitely wasn’t going to be her reason to smile.
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“I’m not really in the best of moods.” She begins with a sigh. It’s not the first time she’s started out a video with those same exact words, and chances are it probably won’t be her last either. Brushing a loose strand of hair from her face, she leans her head back, resting it against the wall that she’s seated against. She closes her eyes as if searching for a moment of peace and solitude; something she’d temporarily found during her retreat to the Dominican Republic but has eluded her ever since.
“But then again, I don’t really think that needs to be said.” She finally adds after a deep breath. “I mean, my expression pretty much says it all, doesn’t it? It’s written all over my face as clear as fucking day that I’m just not a happy camper right now, although many people have told me that I should be.” She lets out a low chuckle, clearly not one of amusement but of aggravation instead. “You’re one half of the reigning FGA World tag team champions…” she exclaims, boisterously throwing her hands in the air for emphasis. That was always a silver lining that people had tried to make her see over the course of the past few weeks.
“You and Dan went out there at Above and Beyond and you laid it all on the line…” she mimicked. “Just as you said you would. The odds were stacked against you two, but you know what, you came out on top…” she finishes, reciting some of the very things that had been said to her. She takes a moment to ponder over those words before finally nodding. “It’s true, y’know?” She scoffs and opens her eyes finally, lowering her gaze to the camera.
“And they’re absolutely right.” She nods affirmingly.
“I mean, I am one half of the reigning FGA World Tag Team Champions and at Above and Beyond V? Dan and I did absolutely everything… EVERYTHING... that we said we were going to do. We marched into Anaheim and we bested not just one…” she holds up a finger and wags it Dikembe Mutombo style as she shakes her head before adding in another finger with it. “Nuh-uh, but two… two teams, that people swore up and down would have our number this time, in a match that many considered to be the goddamn show stealer of the night. We did that, just as we said we would, and we silenced those critics; the many that coincidentally seemed to surface after our match with The Usual Suspects. The same ones that doubted our ability to bounce back and the same ones that considered our days numbered. Status Quo walked into Anaheim and we did the one thing that they thought we couldn’t do.”
She pauses for a second, before finishing. “We survived.”
“We were the hunted; the ones with absolutely everything to lose. The ones that supposedly didn’t have a shot, and boy, Oh, we heard it all… the one hundred and one reasons why we would not walk out of Anaheim with our tag team titles in tow... “ she shakes her head, emitting a low chuckle. “... it’s crazy to think that not a single one of those reasons was because…. our titles would be stolen.”
She takes a deep breath and nibbles on her bottom lip, a million and one thoughts racing through her head and every single one of them fueled by anger. The relentless taunting by Rother over the course of the past week and a half had only fueled her frustrations. The tweets, the pictures… In Cordelia’s mind, he was simply digging three graves. One for him and one for each of the mindless puppets that seemed to follow his every word. Placing her head into the palms of her hands, she simply sits there, running her hands through her hair.
“A liar and a thief.” She seethes through gritted teeth. “Two things that I absolutely abhor and two things that you have already proven yourself to be, Rother. I hope you and your boys are having fun yucking it up with our titles...” Her voice trails off a bit as she thinks of the video clip that was shown to her by a friend; a clip of The Usual Suspects’ appearance at the New Kingdom Pro show in Germany where they flaunted around the FGA and WLW Tag Team Championships that they’d recently stolen and claimed them as their own. Yeah, The Suspects were definitely having fun yucking it up with their titles. “...because soon, we’re going to run into you. And we’re going to get them back. Now whether or not you give them back… or we take them by force… I guess Dan and I will just have to see how benevolent we’re feeling when we come and find you. Because we will find you. That’s as good as the word of Liam Neeson in a damn Taken movie. And we are going to get back what is rightfully ours.”
“You see, I-I’m sick of the games..” She says, slowly rising to her feet and standing to her full 5 foot 9 stature. She shakes her head as she looks at the camera and begins pacing back and forth. “I’m sick of the mockery and the blatant showings of disrespect.” She spews, her eyes narrowing. The anger she’s built up not only with the business but with life in general is slowly starting to be evident in her posturing and mannerisms. “You can only be nice for so long… pushed for so long… before…” her voice trails off and her head lolls back as she steeples her fingers. She takes a moment to gather herself and calm down, before lowering her gaze to the camera once more. “... the ugliness begins to show. And believe me when I tell you, Anthony… the ugly side of Cordelia Stevenson is something that you do not want to see.” She sneers as she points a threatening finger at the camera, something sinister burning fiercely in those brown eyes of hers.
“Because I’ve tried to be respectful. I’ve tried to be a motivator and I’ve done everything in my power to try and make each and every person around me in that locker room better. But that isn’t appreciated.” She chuckles. “No, It’s scoffed at. Dismissed and disregarded. The respect I show you all, simply isn’t reciprocated; especially if you’ve got the gall, the balls, the nerve... to come and steal something from me. Especially when someone like Ruby Tyler…. someone that you saw down in the dumps that you tried to uplift out of the goodness of your heart, proceeds to turn right around and call you a ‘never-was’, all the while failing to mention that this never was has done more than she probably will in her entire career.”
“The lack of respect that some people have is simply astonishing, but I’m pretty positive that is something you can relate to, isn’t it Dom?” She questions, shifting her focus to her upcoming opponent at Vertigo. “You and I haven’t always seen eye to eye… hell, we’ve never seen eye to eye; but despite all of our differences… the one thing that I could always admit was that you were an amazing wrestler. A terrible, terrible person, Dommy; but an amazing wrestler nonetheless. I mean, how could I deny you that? You are one of the most decorated wrestlers that this company has ever seen, your resume practically speaks for itself. Yet the way people speak of you now, Dom… they’d have everyone believe that you’re the second coming of AJ Fairchild. Not that you’re a 2 time FGA World champion. Not that you arr merely one event away from becoming the company’s second…” extra emphasis on the word. “... person to achieve the Golden Crown, or as if you aren’t one Mid-Atlantic title reign away from securing that Grand Slam you covet so much.”
“No, so many are quick to write you off and proclaim that your best days are behind you, just like they do Dan and I. It’s easier to disrespect and disregard us than to give us our due. It’s easier to delude themselves into believing that we are no longer threats instead of facing the harsh reality that we just might be back and better than ever. I mean, you’ve been no slouch since your return. The mishap at Above and Beyond aside… we all watched what you did to Izzy…” Her voice wavers a bit as she mentions the former Mid-Atlantic champion who she cares for deeply. “And what you’ve done to the competition since your return. Your best days aren’t behind you, Harter. You’re too egomaniacal to be considered anything less than the best, and I know that you’ll scratch, claw and fight until you hit every goal, it’s because you’re the tenacious little bastard for a reason. I don’t believe in this new you… the one claiming to that he’s turning over a new leaf. I think it’s honestly a facade because you are who you are at the corr, Harter. But what I do believe, is that you are the same great wrestler that handed me my first ever defeat in professional wrestling. I do believe, that as much as I may not like you… you are one of the best this company has ever seen. And what I don’t believe, Dom… is that you’ve lost a step.”
“People like Ryan LeCavalier label you a has been. People like Ruby Tyler label me a never was. Yet here we are, two of FGA’s most storied names in the main event where they wish they could be. And that’s no shot at them… that’s just me being honest. This isn’t the first time we’ve crossed paths, Harter… and it won’t be the last. But what this will be, is us tearing down the house and showing the world why we both deserve to have a little respeck put on our names.”
“No need to tell you to get familiar Dom. I’m nothing new to you. You already know what it is.”
“I just hope you’re ready.”
She couldn’t help but to chuckle at the weird sense of deja vu that it all gave her. The situation in itself was all too familiar. Laughing was just about the only thing she could do to mask the anger she truly felt. God knows it didn’t quell it, not by a long shot. She wanted nothing more than to just lash out and hit the closest thing or person to her; but decking her Uber driver in the middle of NYC traffic sounded like the worst idea imaginable. Although with every lusty glance and flirtatious comment that he made, it seemed like a risk worth taking. Not that he was a jerk or even overly inappropriate; he’d simply made the grave mistake of not knowing when to take a hint.
On any other day, she might have perceived the slightly inconspicuous comments he’d occasionally make about her beauty as flattering and maybe even cute; something more than the unwarranted nuisance her foul mood dictated them to be. A nuisance she’d hoped to avoid completely by putting in her ear buds and turning her music up to a noticeable level. But as luck would have it, that simply hadn’t worked.
But did it ever?
The notion in itself annoyed her even more. The audacity that some people had to impede and infringe upon others. She absolutely hated when she wanted to be left alone to her thoughts and her music but someone felt the need to disregard that entirely by commencing to carry on a conversation that she hadn’t warranted or invited to begin with. It was downright rude and inconsiderate.
“Damn, someone must have seriously pissed you off beautiful?” The Uber driver, that according to the app was named Geoffrey (who was unknowingly approaching the brink of death) asked, obviously noting the scowl on her face. One that had been etched there since the happenings of the night prior at Above and Beyond V; where she and Dan had been ambushed and their titles stolen.
And poor Peaches… recalling the nasty belt shot to the head that Dan’s girlfriend had taken… it almost made Cordelia sick to her stomach. Unnecessary was what it all had been. Cowardly and highly uncalled for. With the win that they’d gotten over them in Tucson, The Usual Suspects had more than established themselves as threats to she and Dan’s FGA World Tag Team titles. They’d pretty much secured themselves a shot with the victory they’d… “earned”. But that hadn’t been enough for them obviously, or more specifically, Anthony Rother. They’d felt the need to go that one extra step to try and prove a point and now they’d crossed a line. It was something she’d made sure they’d pay for.
Ironically, it wasn’t the first time that Cordelia had fallen victim to something like that. Hence her feelings of Deja Vu.
She could easily recall the day. September 19th, 2013. Yankee Stadium. PDW’s Urban Warfare Pay Per View and the first time she’d ever had the pleasure and privilege of wrestling in front of a home New York City crowd. The night that she’d returned from her initial trip to the Dominican Republic to clear her mind, (something that only amplifies her sense of deja vu by the way) so that she and Cindy Parker could put aside the plethora of issues that they’d been going through at the time to once again lay claim to the PDW Tag Team Championships in the first ever Platinum X match.
And they had.
Despite the turmoil that threatened to separate them, they overcame all adversity and they once again became champions, this time in front of their home crowd. But their celebration was short lived as they, along with the team they were competing against that night, Team DLC, were viciously attacked by a group of masked men… men that Cordy and Cindy would never know the identity of until a year later when they happened to cross paths with them in FGA. The Infinite Empire. A night that should have been a celebratory one for she and Cyn, had been stolen from them. And now she and Dan had suffered a fate all too similar, but instead of just their moment… their titles had been stolen as well.
Yeah, just thinking about it had her urge to punch something rising at an alarming rate. Geoffrey needed to chill or they’d both end up on the 6 O’Clock news.
“I‘ve been trying to get a smile out of you this entire time, and you just won’t crack.” He glanced at her through the rearview. “You’re too pretty to walk around with that scowl on your face.”
She rolled her eyes and turned up the music just a tad bit louder. As if being pretty made her problems go away… God, she just wanted to get home. Ironically funny considering that home was the last place she’d wanted to be just a week prior. All the good vibes and positive energy that she thought she’d found in the Dominican Republic had dissipated the moment she’d received that texts from her little sister saying that their cousin Cheyenne had needed Cordy’s help. But that was something else entirely, and something that would have to be sorted out sooner than later. She was slowly beginning to realize that there were problems in her life that there were just no running away from. Whenever she tried to find peace in any aspect of it, trouble reared its ugly head and all peace was lost. “There’s just not much to smile about.” She replied gloomily but honest.
Maybe there was something in her voice that hadn’t necessarily translated to the expression on her face, because as she glanced up, she could have sworn that she saw Geoffrey’s eyes soften in the mirror. Her face read as angry; stay away, don’t want to be bothered… she knew that, because it was purposely done. Her voice however was something much harder to control and why she preferred silence. It conveyed something far more intricate and complicated. A swelling of emotions lying underneath the surface that she still hadn’t figured out how to cope or deal with. Whatever it was that he’d heard in her voice, Geoffrey seemingly got the message. She wasn’t just someone that was having a bad day.
She was clearly going through something.
She didn’t know exactly what she’d been expecting in response, but it certainly wasn’t what she got. “There’s always a reason to.” Geoffrey said, the first hint of genuineness and sincerity creeping into his tone. It was the first thing he’d said all ride that hadn’t made her roll her eyes. “You just have to find it, no matter how hard it may be.”
She’d heard those words before, yet she couldn’t recall if she’d been the one saying them to someone else. This was definitely new territory for Cordelia. Usually she was the one looking at life from the glass half full perspective and the beacon of optimism that most clung to as a source of inspiration when things weren’t quite going as planned in their own life. She was the one that most said could spy the silver lining on the darkest of any cloud. But somehow she’d fallen into a rut, and life always seemed to know when that sort of thing happened because it just kept piling more and more on top of you until you were at the point of burial and suffocation. But times such as those were the greatest catalyst for self discovery, weren’t they? Maybe they were, but Cordelia couldn’t say that she wasn’t afraid of what she’d find out about herself this time around.
With his sage words of wisdom spoken, Geoffrey fell silent. He’d finally realized that maybe it was best to leave her to her own devices, but little did he know the minimal conversation that they’d had would be something that she’d think about for quite some time. The rest of the ride was spent in deep thought. Finding a reason to smile… it was what she definitely needed to do, but why had it become so hard to do as of late?
That was why she wanted to get home so badly… because she knew if there was nothing else in the world… there was always her nephew. He was a guaranteed smile, if only but for a little while.
As she glanced out the window, the familiar sights of her Park Slope neighborhood were a welcomed sight as they cruised by. Hello, Brooklyn. She was that much closer to home. A few moments later she was turning onto her block, and finally pulling up in front of her place.
“Thank you.” She said, offering an acknowledging nod as she grabbed hold of her travel bag and stepped out of the car. “And have a good day.” She added courteously. The remainder of the ride had given her a bit of time to simmer down a bit. The poor guy was only trying to make conversation, yet she’d been ready to snap on him the same way that she did….
She sighed. Yet another situation still waiting to be resolved. But that would wait until later.
Right then she wanted nothing more than to dance around the house with Corey and listen to the music of her nephew’s joyous laughter. Pushing open the door, she could hear the tv blaring which meant her nephew was definitely awake. Knowing her sister, there was no way that Alyssa would risk a few moments of peace by not muting the tv or lowering it. The prospect of seeing her little man actually perked her up a bit as she dropped her bag and made her way down the hallway.
“Coreeeyyyy!” She yelled out to her nephew as she strolled into the living room, but she quickly froze in her tracks. Her nephew was indeed awake, but he was cradled in the arms of the last person she’d really expected to see there in her home. She could feel all eyes in the room turn to her, including her sister’s, who gave her a look that practically plead with her to “please be nice.” Cordelia took a deep breath and nodded, although there were definitely no promises in this situation.
“Father…” She said coarsely, her eyes narrowing with skepticism.
In return her father flashed the warmest smile she’d seen from him in years.
“Cordelia.” He replied with a nod towards his eldest child.
This definitely wasn’t going to be her reason to smile.
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“I’m not really in the best of moods.” She begins with a sigh. It’s not the first time she’s started out a video with those same exact words, and chances are it probably won’t be her last either. Brushing a loose strand of hair from her face, she leans her head back, resting it against the wall that she’s seated against. She closes her eyes as if searching for a moment of peace and solitude; something she’d temporarily found during her retreat to the Dominican Republic but has eluded her ever since.
“But then again, I don’t really think that needs to be said.” She finally adds after a deep breath. “I mean, my expression pretty much says it all, doesn’t it? It’s written all over my face as clear as fucking day that I’m just not a happy camper right now, although many people have told me that I should be.” She lets out a low chuckle, clearly not one of amusement but of aggravation instead. “You’re one half of the reigning FGA World tag team champions…” she exclaims, boisterously throwing her hands in the air for emphasis. That was always a silver lining that people had tried to make her see over the course of the past few weeks.
“You and Dan went out there at Above and Beyond and you laid it all on the line…” she mimicked. “Just as you said you would. The odds were stacked against you two, but you know what, you came out on top…” she finishes, reciting some of the very things that had been said to her. She takes a moment to ponder over those words before finally nodding. “It’s true, y’know?” She scoffs and opens her eyes finally, lowering her gaze to the camera.
“And they’re absolutely right.” She nods affirmingly.
“I mean, I am one half of the reigning FGA World Tag Team Champions and at Above and Beyond V? Dan and I did absolutely everything… EVERYTHING... that we said we were going to do. We marched into Anaheim and we bested not just one…” she holds up a finger and wags it Dikembe Mutombo style as she shakes her head before adding in another finger with it. “Nuh-uh, but two… two teams, that people swore up and down would have our number this time, in a match that many considered to be the goddamn show stealer of the night. We did that, just as we said we would, and we silenced those critics; the many that coincidentally seemed to surface after our match with The Usual Suspects. The same ones that doubted our ability to bounce back and the same ones that considered our days numbered. Status Quo walked into Anaheim and we did the one thing that they thought we couldn’t do.”
She pauses for a second, before finishing. “We survived.”
“We were the hunted; the ones with absolutely everything to lose. The ones that supposedly didn’t have a shot, and boy, Oh, we heard it all… the one hundred and one reasons why we would not walk out of Anaheim with our tag team titles in tow... “ she shakes her head, emitting a low chuckle. “... it’s crazy to think that not a single one of those reasons was because…. our titles would be stolen.”
She takes a deep breath and nibbles on her bottom lip, a million and one thoughts racing through her head and every single one of them fueled by anger. The relentless taunting by Rother over the course of the past week and a half had only fueled her frustrations. The tweets, the pictures… In Cordelia’s mind, he was simply digging three graves. One for him and one for each of the mindless puppets that seemed to follow his every word. Placing her head into the palms of her hands, she simply sits there, running her hands through her hair.
“A liar and a thief.” She seethes through gritted teeth. “Two things that I absolutely abhor and two things that you have already proven yourself to be, Rother. I hope you and your boys are having fun yucking it up with our titles...” Her voice trails off a bit as she thinks of the video clip that was shown to her by a friend; a clip of The Usual Suspects’ appearance at the New Kingdom Pro show in Germany where they flaunted around the FGA and WLW Tag Team Championships that they’d recently stolen and claimed them as their own. Yeah, The Suspects were definitely having fun yucking it up with their titles. “...because soon, we’re going to run into you. And we’re going to get them back. Now whether or not you give them back… or we take them by force… I guess Dan and I will just have to see how benevolent we’re feeling when we come and find you. Because we will find you. That’s as good as the word of Liam Neeson in a damn Taken movie. And we are going to get back what is rightfully ours.”
“You see, I-I’m sick of the games..” She says, slowly rising to her feet and standing to her full 5 foot 9 stature. She shakes her head as she looks at the camera and begins pacing back and forth. “I’m sick of the mockery and the blatant showings of disrespect.” She spews, her eyes narrowing. The anger she’s built up not only with the business but with life in general is slowly starting to be evident in her posturing and mannerisms. “You can only be nice for so long… pushed for so long… before…” her voice trails off and her head lolls back as she steeples her fingers. She takes a moment to gather herself and calm down, before lowering her gaze to the camera once more. “... the ugliness begins to show. And believe me when I tell you, Anthony… the ugly side of Cordelia Stevenson is something that you do not want to see.” She sneers as she points a threatening finger at the camera, something sinister burning fiercely in those brown eyes of hers.
“Because I’ve tried to be respectful. I’ve tried to be a motivator and I’ve done everything in my power to try and make each and every person around me in that locker room better. But that isn’t appreciated.” She chuckles. “No, It’s scoffed at. Dismissed and disregarded. The respect I show you all, simply isn’t reciprocated; especially if you’ve got the gall, the balls, the nerve... to come and steal something from me. Especially when someone like Ruby Tyler…. someone that you saw down in the dumps that you tried to uplift out of the goodness of your heart, proceeds to turn right around and call you a ‘never-was’, all the while failing to mention that this never was has done more than she probably will in her entire career.”
“The lack of respect that some people have is simply astonishing, but I’m pretty positive that is something you can relate to, isn’t it Dom?” She questions, shifting her focus to her upcoming opponent at Vertigo. “You and I haven’t always seen eye to eye… hell, we’ve never seen eye to eye; but despite all of our differences… the one thing that I could always admit was that you were an amazing wrestler. A terrible, terrible person, Dommy; but an amazing wrestler nonetheless. I mean, how could I deny you that? You are one of the most decorated wrestlers that this company has ever seen, your resume practically speaks for itself. Yet the way people speak of you now, Dom… they’d have everyone believe that you’re the second coming of AJ Fairchild. Not that you’re a 2 time FGA World champion. Not that you arr merely one event away from becoming the company’s second…” extra emphasis on the word. “... person to achieve the Golden Crown, or as if you aren’t one Mid-Atlantic title reign away from securing that Grand Slam you covet so much.”
“No, so many are quick to write you off and proclaim that your best days are behind you, just like they do Dan and I. It’s easier to disrespect and disregard us than to give us our due. It’s easier to delude themselves into believing that we are no longer threats instead of facing the harsh reality that we just might be back and better than ever. I mean, you’ve been no slouch since your return. The mishap at Above and Beyond aside… we all watched what you did to Izzy…” Her voice wavers a bit as she mentions the former Mid-Atlantic champion who she cares for deeply. “And what you’ve done to the competition since your return. Your best days aren’t behind you, Harter. You’re too egomaniacal to be considered anything less than the best, and I know that you’ll scratch, claw and fight until you hit every goal, it’s because you’re the tenacious little bastard for a reason. I don’t believe in this new you… the one claiming to that he’s turning over a new leaf. I think it’s honestly a facade because you are who you are at the corr, Harter. But what I do believe, is that you are the same great wrestler that handed me my first ever defeat in professional wrestling. I do believe, that as much as I may not like you… you are one of the best this company has ever seen. And what I don’t believe, Dom… is that you’ve lost a step.”
“People like Ryan LeCavalier label you a has been. People like Ruby Tyler label me a never was. Yet here we are, two of FGA’s most storied names in the main event where they wish they could be. And that’s no shot at them… that’s just me being honest. This isn’t the first time we’ve crossed paths, Harter… and it won’t be the last. But what this will be, is us tearing down the house and showing the world why we both deserve to have a little respeck put on our names.”
“No need to tell you to get familiar Dom. I’m nothing new to you. You already know what it is.”
“I just hope you’re ready.”
