HEART IS AN ANIMAL
Nov 10, 2016 17:48:04 GMT -5
Post by Izzy Anders on Nov 10, 2016 17:48:04 GMT -5
FINAL WORD COUNT: 3,452
“@noelle_licious @mindkilla_ thanks Noelle. And Izzy is something special. I know I'll have my hands full”
I’m something special?
It took you long enough to notice.
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If that match didn’t show that I’m past the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship, then I don’t know what else to do.
I beat the current MAL champion, an ex-contender, and Nero Darling. Okay, Nero doesn’t matter in that context but whatever. I said clearly that I defined the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship. I defined that whole division. Any champion from my reign and forward will try to emulate me. They will try to beat my reign. And they will fail, just like Annie did.
All that remains now is one more night. This tournament will let me get on with what I really want. I get to beat the best that FGA has to offer. When I do, there will be doubters. Johnny Cannon will rave like the old man he is about how he never lost the title. Tony Carmine will bitch about how much he really doesn’t suck (which he does). Finally, Chandler Scott will try to have another show-stealing run at my expense.
No, not happening. I told Zero if he came back to FGA and tried to take my glory, then I would beat him. I don’t care who stands in my way. When I said that FGA is being burnt to the fucking ground, I meant every word of it. This tournament is the gasoline. My reign will be the flint. When it is all said and done, FGA will be nothing but ashes. I will achieve two things that many people have tried to do.
- Win the FGA World Championship - Cordy couldn’t do it. Tony couldn’t do it. Karma
- Destroy FGA - Many names that only claimed to do it. They tried and failed horribly.
FGA has failed me as a whole. The management, the roster, the fans, everyone. For the others in this tournament, they just want the gold to reassure themselves that they are worth anything. To me, this tournament is the way to spit back in FGA’s face. You abandon me in my time of need? You laugh at the trauma that I have suffered?
I wanted to be a wrestler just like everyone else. I wanted to be World Champion. FGA turned that dream into a nightmare. Letting Dom do what he did, not helping to find me, and most of all, not caring. Now it is time for me to get payback. I’m going to crush everyone’s dreams of being champion. Then I am going to wipe this place off the fucking map.
I’m an one woman apocalypse, baby.
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The humming of three televisions came before their appearance. Several voice clips of Stephy Auger and Kris Cruise followed that humming as several matches began to play on the televisions. On one, Annie Zellor fought valiantly against the likes of Jimmy Page, Chris Madison, and most importantly, her Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship victory. The next one showed Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine. His four title defenses as Pride Champion were the focal point of the leftmost television. Yet, in the center, Cordy Stevenson’s career in FGA was in full view. Her wars against Chandler Scott, Jimmy Page, and her tournament victories. Izzy Anders came into view soon enough. Her cold eyes were honed in on Cordy specifically.
“One long night.”
“You know I never thought I would be fighting for the World Championship. I competed in the Gold Rush Rumble and the Frontier Lion’s Cup, but never had a direct shot.”
“Annie, oh, Annie. You are quite the comedian. You make me laugh every time you do something new. You got arrested. You cheated Salem out. You lost to Salem. You low blow Chris Madison. You turned your back on some of your friends. But guess what? You can sip some coffee, suck up to some people, and everything is okay. I would be jealous of you, if that shit wasn’t so damn funny.”
“It’s funny because I saw it coming. You won’t admit it. People don’t pay attention, but I have always preached that you’re one of the worst people in FGA. You just manage to hide it from everyone behind fake smiles and a few stupid tweets. Thank God that everyone’s an idiot these days, huh?”
“I know that you’re a bitch. I know you’re vile. I also know that you’re stumbling.”
“I remember every time you said something about beating my reign when you got the MAL belt. You fucked that up, just like everyone else will. I saw the frustration on your face in your matches since you won that championship. What happened, Annie? Are you not good enough anymore? You never was, but you liked to think so. You changed your ways to try to win, but guess what? You’re still stumbling. When you’re fighting the ‘good fight’, you lose. Now you’re trying to be a renegade just like every other successful person in FGA, and you are failing to keep up.”
“So when you’re fighting Saturday, you should drop the façade and do all you can to make it to me. I don’t think you can beat Tony. You’re not good enough when you’re faking your goody-two-shoes act to beat him. You’re sure as hell not good enough to beat him when you’re actually showing your true colors. But on the off chance that you manage to win, through some bullshit, I’ll sit there and wait for you.”
“You’re going to hype yourself up because you stopped the reign. You stopped Izzy Anders from being the best damn champion that FGA has ever seen on all fronts. Congratulations to you, Annie. You’re still a bitch. You’re still a fraud. You’re still a loser.”
“If you make it to the finals, you’re going to be in the same place as Savannah Taylor. Last Vertigo, I had to remind her the same thing that I will remind you.”
“You can ‘beat’ me in a triple threat.”
“But you can never beat me one on one.”
“If you make it to the finals, you’re doomed to fail against me. This time, it will be worse. You’ll look at the lights and see me with the FGA World Championship. It will be your own personal hell.”
“Instead of acting all pretentious and making fun of everything that I do, why don’t you sit down and realize who’s better than you? I am, Annie. The sooner you get that, the sooner you can recover from the ass beating that is waiting on you if you make it to the finals. I swear on everything if you make it, you’re not making it out the ring that night.”
“Make it easy on yourself, Annie. This is the only time I’ll ever tell you something nice. You have a lot to live for. You have people who love you.”
“Just give up. No one will hate you for it.”
“They’ll just think you’re a coward...which you are.”
Izzy laughed right after.
“Tony, Tony, Tony…”
“How many times are you doomed to fail before you really retire? No, I’m not talking about faking it and acting like some sideshow imbecile either.”
“You choke more than your hos do.”
“You used to be able to sit around and say that you carried the company. You wrestled in the main events. When Chandler wasn’t up to snuff, you managed to keep the ratings. However, that never translated to anything but a bigger ego for you. The thing about egos is that they are only valid when you can back them up. For as big as your ego is, you should be a three-time champion. But guess what? You’re not.”
“All you got is a big mouth and a dream.”
“How many times have you talked a big game and failed to make for it?”
She coughed, before adjusting her voice to fit Carmine’s irritating vocals.
“Oh, I’m better than Chandler Scott!”
“That was all you after you won FLC. Then you lost.”
"Johnny Karma sucks!"
"That was you before Karma embarrassed you. Twice."
“You will still preach that you made Chandler the man that he is now. When someone mentions that you lost to him after talking up a big game, you turn your head and make up some bullshit about it.””
“When Chandler got injured, your eyes brightened up. You attached onto Johnny Cannon and tried to weasel your way to the World Championship. You couldn’t get the job done then. You raved on and on about how good you are, and that Cannon got in your way during the match. That was the second triple threat, your third try at winning the FGA World Championship.”
“The first one was even worse than the second. Because you got yourself a little bump on the head and acted like your life was over. To me, that wasn’t a tragedy. You came back later and thought you were the smartest man in the world. It didn’t matter in the end that you pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes. You still failed to win the FGA World Championship. Maybe there’s a reason you faked the head injury.”
“It’s because you know that you couldn’t hang with the likes of Zero and Cannon at the same time. You must wake up, look in the mirror, and tell yourself that you’re the weak link. You put your makeup and hairspray on and then tell yourself that you’re worth a damn. But that’s a lie. Everything about you is a lie, Tony. You’re going to choke again.”
“You proved that you’re not World Champion quality.”
“You’re going to lose in the tournament, despite that Tournament King bullshit. Then you’re going to feign retirement. Or you’re going to be like Dom and turn over a new leaf. It doesn’t matter what dramatic mess you try; you’re not going to be able to win the World Championship. You’re only going to embarrass yourself more.”
“You have proven that you’re not the brightest star here in FGA. You’ve proven that you’re dying out, fading away.”
“You were the weak link of the Frat Daddies. You are the weak link of the New Kings. You are the weak link of FGA.”
“Weak links are better killing themselves because they’re fucking pathetic.”
The two televisions went off, leaving only the one with Cordy. Izzy fondly looked at the screen. Then her eyes began to narrow, rage settling on her face once more.
“Cordy, you’re so close. People might say that you have forgotten about your World Championship dreams after you got injured, came back, and won the Tag Team Championships. Those people are stupid. You want the World Championship because you have chased it for so long. You fought a war against Page. You fought another against Chandler. This will be the third time you have made your way towards the belt.”
“I’m here to tell you that third time isn’t the charm.”
“You’re probably thinking that you’re safe. There’s no Jimmy Page. There’s no Chandler Scott. There’s none of the people who prevented you from winning the World Championship. Sadly, that’s only in your mind. You have beaten Tony Carmine before. You know Annie Zellor; you have watched her develop into the two-faced bitch she is now. But Cordy, this is the first time we’ve ever faced each other.”
“I’m here now. And I’m more of a nightmare to you than Page and Chandler will ever be.”
“You’re probably looking past me, despite what you said on Twitter. You’re probably ready to face Annie or Tony. You’re probably praying for Tony. You have beaten him at every turn. There’s nothing but smooth sailing from here, huh?”
“You don’t deserve the championship because you have grown lethargic. You are comfortable where you are at. Where is that fire that you had a while ago? When you came at Page, you burned brighter than most. During Chandler’s immortal reign, people thought that you were the one to end it. You got injured and everyone, including me, prayed for you to come back. We didn’t want Cordy Stevenson to retire. We wanted her to be World Champion.”
“But now? I don’t want that. You had a moment of that old fire when Zero got you pissed off, but nothing came of it. Instead, you let that fire die out again. You decided to be like the rest of their idiots and be passive-aggressive Twitter machine. That’s not you, Cordy, or at least not the one I knew and loved.”
“You’re not a fighter anymore. Sure, you win matches, but that’s not what I mean. You let Sean Sands retire Chris Q when you should buried that man six feet under. You let the New Kings run around the way that they do. You let the Usual Suspects and Rubyway act the way that they do. Rother and those two assholes had your belts and all you did for a minute was sit there.”
“But that’s not the worst part.”
“You sat there and watched me suffer. Yeah, you got on Twitter and demanded that they bring me back. But you didn’t do anything past that. You didn’t raise hell like you did with Page. That was over a championship, but when the girl that you like is held up, you just wave a little flag and spew some shit.”
“You’re just as bad as everyone else, Cordy.”
“That’s what hurt the most. You didn’t do anything. Matter of fact, you didn’t mention me. You didn’t mourn me. You didn’t do anything to help me. You just lied about you being all torn about what happened to me. And you better not tell another lie and saying that you really were messed up about it.”
“I guess you were so messed up that you HAD to go win the Tag Team Championships or some mess. While I got cut up and beat up,” Izzy motioned to the scar on her eye, “you reveled in your new fame and glory. Congratulations, Cordy, you finally won a fucking belt. But guess what?”
“I fucking suffered!”
“I suffered more than you did when Q fucked your ankle up. I suffered more than your bestie, Cindy, did when she had to ‘retire’.”
“You’re so used to this bullshit that it doesn’t bother you when people like me get really hurt. God, you’re so used to it that when someone fucks you up, you hardly do anything. I’m going to change that, though. I’m not letting you walk out the ring without having something new to think about.”
“I realize why Page felt so bad before he drove his elbow into your fucking skull. He saw that you really don’t care about anything. You don’t care for me. Saint Sexy tried to drag me along just like she does with everyone else. Because she doesn’t know how to care. So I gotta help you. As your friend, as someone who idolized you, as someone who liked you, I’m going to make you hurt.”
“I’m going to make you hurt so bad that you have to care. It’s not just going to be a physical pain either. Q made you numb to that. I’m going to hurt you on every level possible. I’m putting your whole career in danger. No, fuck that, I’m going to make you feel the same I did those few months that I was gone from the world.”
“I can’t just take away this match from you. I can’t just beat you. I gotta kill your dreams, sweetie. Not just of being FGA World Champion either. I’m talking about being a wrestler. I’m talking about being the best damn person you can be. I’m talking about that dream that you have of ever beating me.”
“I’m not losing to 2016 Cordy Stevenson.”
“When you’re getting helped by the EMTs, the fans, and any other fuckwad out there, I need you to open your eyes. I need you to bring that fire back. Because you’re going to need it to survive after the shit I put you through.”
“I would tell you to get familiar, but there’s no need.”
“You’re already familiar with disappointment.”
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What a fateful night that was in Birmingham. That night, Zero McHannon made his debut, setting off a course that would lead to the current day. Izzy made her debut that night as well. She beat four other men as the only woman in that match. People cheered for her. Too bad that they were all faking it. Also, alongside that, Cordy Stevenson fell to Chandler Scott in one of the best matches of 2015. On that night, Izzy saw the woman that she would come to idolize.
And someone she grew to want.
Maybe after Saturday, someone she grew to hate.
Birmingham DVD Tapings
5/12/15
Sitting backstage, Izzy looked downward at the ground. She squeezed her hands, feeling the latent pain of fighting. Her match had come and gone. With that, she secured her first victory. Many thoughts ran through her mind. The most prominent was “did I impress them?”
The path to championship gold started with that one win. She needed to impress people, though. That is how she could make more money. The business of wrestling was based around how strong your performances were throughout the years. People come to see those who can wrestle the best. It’s only a bonus if you win. She sighed out, hoping that she would be talked about. Even if it was just a little recognition, she would settle for that.
The final bell rang for the main event. She hadn’t noticed that time went by that fast. She only focused on herself, because she couldn’t believe that she won. Now she was brought back to reality by that noise. There was cheering and clapping. The fanfare caught her interest, bringing her head up to the entranceway. Referees followed a buxom woman, drenched in sweat. A distraught expression was on her face. Izzy knew that woman lost the match, but who was she?
She was gorgeous.
Izzy tilted her head, gawking at the woman. As she was left alone, the woman drank down a water bottle. She was frustrated, but she didn’t let it destroy her serene persona. She spoke to the referee, telling them that she was okay. When the referee left, she stood up completely, catching her breath entirely. She scanned the room, getting congratulations from many people. She thanked them with a half-empty responses. She lost. She didn’t want to be told how good she did.
A moment happened thereafter. The beautiful woman’s eyes locked with Izzy’s. For a moment, they stared at one another. They acknowledged one another’s existence, slowly learning each others’ faces. After the silent introduction, the mysterious woman merely smiled and winked at Izzy. Izzy felt her face light up, burning with adorable shock. The woman then giggled and walked away, going to talk to another wrestler.
“Who is that?” Izzy asked a wandering crew member. He stopped mid-operation and turned on a heel. He looked at Izzy, who had her finger pointing at the back of the woman. He looked at her, and then laughed.
“That’s Cordelia Stevenson. They call her ‘Saint Sexy’,” he answered, mesmerized by Cordy’s voluptuous rear.
“Oh,” Izzy mustered up a noise.
“Yeah, she’s hot, but she’s a damn good wrestler. They say she’s going to be the next FGA World Champion. The kryptonite to Chandler Scott,” he stopped, “Even if she lost to him tonight.”
“Really?”
There was a pause before the stagehand spoke again.
“You like that? Let me warn you now. She ain’t someone to chase. She’ll break your heart easy,” he laughed after.
Izzy didn’t respond, continuing to look at Cordy from afar. The man looked at her vacant expression, and then shrugged.
“Fine, whatever, don’t cry when she does, though.”
The stagehand left Izzy alone, who continued to stare at Cordy. Cordy never noticed her doing so. She was preoccupied with everything else. She masked her disappointment under a guise of acceptance. She didn’t want people to worry about her. She didn’t want people to see her hurt. Izzy saw it, though.
They spoke every now again, but they never really became friends. Izzy visited her in the hospital, but there was nothing there. Izzy tried to be close to her, but she always noticed a weird distant between them. Cordy never let Izzy in, but it didn’t matter. Izzy always noticed Cordy’s pain and anguish. It was transparent to her.
But Cordy? Cordy never noticed Izzy.
Cordy Stevenson never notices anyone.
