Stripped
Jun 24, 2017 1:20:02 GMT -5
Post by Savannah Taylor on Jun 24, 2017 1:20:02 GMT -5
Friday, June 23nd, 2017
Intercontinental Hotel Los Angeles
7:47pm PST
*REC*
The once brilliant sun was beginning to dip below the clouds, leaving the skies above Los Angeles to turn from blue to various shades of pink, orange and red. The lights from the many various shaped buildings were just beginning to turn on, adding a layer of glitz and intrigue to the bustling city below. The private terrace sat fairly high above the skyline, giving the occupant of said terrace, and the attached room, a unique viewpoint. The lone camera that was filming from such a lofty height shifted slightly to the right, taking in more of the lights below and the brilliant sky above. An achingly familiar and feminine voice can be heard from behind the camera.
“Beautiful, isn’t it? The time of day where the sun is setting and night is just getting started. The time of day where the sky lights up and the colors rival that of a Bob Ross or a Thomas Kinkade painting. It isn’t hard to see why this is often seen as a favorite time of day by many. The setting of the sun will eventually give way to rising again, and with that comes the promise and hope of starting the next day with a clean slate.”
The camera turns around and standing on the other side was the source of the voice, FGA Pride championship number one contender Savannah Taylor. Dressed down from her appearance earlier at Frontier Con, her face is free of makeup, yet still remains to be a thing of beauty.
“Isn’t that what we all really want at the end of the day? A chance to start over with a clean slate? Few of us are actually given the chance to start over. I was fortunate enough to be given a career do over after about three years spent out in West Coast hell. Was it tough to start over? Yes. Was it a steep learning curve, getting used to a whole new set of competitors? Hell yes. Did I struggle at first? Obviously. There were times where I thought about giving up. There were times where I felt like packing up and going elsewhere. People kept telling me to just stop and give up. It’s a good thing I never listened to them, because I wouldn’t be standing here today, two days ahead of probably the most important match of my FGA career this far. I’m more than ready for this. After chasing the Pride title for damn near a year, my time has finally come. But, try telling the champ that.”
“I can’t fault you one bit for doubting me, Chris. Hell, you aren’t the only one. I still hear rumblings around the proverbial water cooler about how I am far from ready for this match. Hell, when I was walking around the various events at Frontier Con the past few days, even the fans are doubtful. I get where they are coming from. In their mind, I am still the same woman who failed to live up to potential pretty much all of last year. They can’t handle or come to grips with the woman who they see on television this year. As the kids would say, that is a them problem. Or to be more specific…..that is going to be a Chris problem.”
She pauses for a second and tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear before clearing her throat.
“I know what you must be thinking, Chris. You are thinking that I am simply talking out of my ass because I can’t handle the pressure of such a big match against you. Even though I do enjoy hearing my own voice from time to time, everything I have said up until this point has been with the intent on getting you to pull your oversized head out of your ass and wake the fuck up. Wake up and realize that, like it or not, your days as Pride champion are seriously numbered. Then again, I seriously doubt you are willing to accept the new reality at your age. I keep forgetting that I am dealing with someone who debuted when I was just barely starting high school, so naturally change is bound to be a foreign concept for you. But change is coming, Chris. It’s coming in more ways than you could possibly fathom. I’m not just talking about the changing of the guard within the Pride division, though that is pretty much inevitable. Change is coming to FGA as a whole. You, the rest of the roster, and every single fan are going to be left with no choice but to sit back and bear witness to what will happen.”
“You are a magnificent example of the word irony. Every time you have graced the FGA television screens or been within a ten mile radius of either a camera or a microphone, you have droned on and on…..and on about one topic in particular. You’ve pretty much hammered home the point that all I am to people is Izzy Anders’ puppet. You’ve made it abundantly clear that I am nothing without Izzy, how I am kept on her leash and that she tells me what to do at all hours of the day. Congratulations, Chris. You have beat the dead horse so badly that PETA will be calling you soon. I don’t know how many times I have to say that I am not her ‘property’ as people like to say and that I am not her puppet. I have said it so many times that I am as blue in the face as Smurfette. I find it downright hilarious that all of this is coming from someone who has to use his manager as his mouthpiece nine times out of ten. What’s the matter, Chris? Are you afraid of saying what is really on your mind and running the risk of offending the fans that you have to use your manager to basically act in your stead? You pretty much let Frankie call all the shots, so it makes me wonder just what it is that you do, aside from getting in the ring. I have an agent as well, but he actually has enough faith in me that I can get the job done on my own. He handles matters outside of the ring, basically ensuring that I am set for life. But hey, letting someone else pretty much run the show while the REAL star is off doing God only knows what is nothing new. Back in Tudor-ruled England, King Henry VIII had a man by the name of Thomas Wolsey basically ruling England while Henry was off hunting and whoring. Wolsey was an important member of the Catholic church and was the right hand man of Henry for almost ten years. But, like all good things, this relationship soured because Wolsey failed to secure an annulment for Henry so Henry could divorce his wife and marry Anne Boleyn. That led to personal and career ruin for Wolsey. That begs the question…...what is Frankie going to do that will mess everything up for you, Chris? Because like it or not, you are one monumental mishap away from second guessing putting your trust in his hands. Think about it.”
The Las Vegas native moves away from the railing of the private terrace and takes a seat in one of the four lounge chairs that surround a fairly decent sized patio table. She reaches out and takes a sip from the glass of water sitting in front of her chair and turns her attention back to the camera in her hand.
“I want to tell you a story, Chris. It’s about a woman who, from the very beginning of her career, felt that she was destined for stardom. When she finally got to the big leagues, she worked her ass off to prove to the officials that they made the right choice in hiring her. Success and championship gold soon followed, but something felt not quite right. Something felt off. She would eventually go on to achieve the one thing that everyone told her she would never get, that was always associated with those of a higher talent level than she had, according to certain front office personnel. But even at the height of her career, while the company around her crumbled to the ground, things never felt quite right. It wasn’t until much later that the answer to the feeling that was plaguing her came to light.”
“Do you know what it is like to go through your entire career and achieve success, only to be left feeling hollow? Do you know what it is like to go on to win championships that people around you, some even considered friends, tell you that you never earned? This is my reality, Chis. For three years, three FUCKING years, every measure of greatness I ever got, every championship that I won, I had at least four or five people tell me that I never truly earned it. From the first singles title I ever held right on up to my crowning moment in holding World Championship gold, everything was pretty much a lie. I was handed my first title there, I never earned it. The next one? I was pretty much awarded because certain people felt like pacifying me. Granted, that whole feud remains a personal favorite of mine, but I was the definition of a transitional champion. And the crown jewel? The World title? Did you know I was never supposed to be in that match in the first place? I was added to that match because ownership at the time felt sorry for me because of what happened in an earlier shot. Don’t get me wrong here. I was, and still am, proud to call myself champion. But it is pretty much a hollow feeling. I never got a chance to defend the title. I was robbed of having any sort of championship celebration. That is why this match means the fucking world to me, Chris. This is my chance to finally win and have it mean something for perhaps the first time. That is why I am pouring my heart and soul into this match. That is why I am more than ready to push you beyond your limit and take the Pride championship for myself. This is about validation, Chris. This is about me cementing myself in this company and flipping a big middle finger to every wrestler in the back and every fan who doesn’t think I’m cut out to beat the big bad Chris Madison. But there is another factor motivating me against you. One more…..personal.”
Her blue eyes narrow as she bites her tongue slightly.
“You made a HUGE mistake when you decided to bring my mother into this. You crossed a line that there is simply no coming back from. This mistake you made is probably just one of many poor life choices that you’ve made. Then again, making terrible life choices and being named Chris seem to go hand in hand. You unknowingly took the absolute worst time in my life, for a myriad of reasons, and used it for your own gain. Congratulations on bringing a deceased woman into your business, you asshole. That single move made this go from a possible instant classic to me wanting to take your head and shove it on a pike to mount in the middle of town. That is how personal you have made this. See, I am no longer content with just taking the Pride championship from you. I want you to suffer as much as I have been. I want you to know what pain is. You may not think it, but I’m putting everything I have into this match. I am use every single thing in my arsenal and throw them at you. I’ll play by the rules of the match, but that is about it. You’ve opened this particular Pandora’s Box, Chris. Now you had damn well better be ready to deal with the aftermath. Because rest assured, while pinning you on Sunday is a likely option, I’m just as happy making you tap out like the bitch that you are. Deuces."
She does a mock peace sign at the camera before reaching over and pressing the stop button, which not only stops the recording, but it cuts completely to black.
/REC
Intercontinental Hotel Los Angeles
7:47pm PST
*REC*
The once brilliant sun was beginning to dip below the clouds, leaving the skies above Los Angeles to turn from blue to various shades of pink, orange and red. The lights from the many various shaped buildings were just beginning to turn on, adding a layer of glitz and intrigue to the bustling city below. The private terrace sat fairly high above the skyline, giving the occupant of said terrace, and the attached room, a unique viewpoint. The lone camera that was filming from such a lofty height shifted slightly to the right, taking in more of the lights below and the brilliant sky above. An achingly familiar and feminine voice can be heard from behind the camera.
“Beautiful, isn’t it? The time of day where the sun is setting and night is just getting started. The time of day where the sky lights up and the colors rival that of a Bob Ross or a Thomas Kinkade painting. It isn’t hard to see why this is often seen as a favorite time of day by many. The setting of the sun will eventually give way to rising again, and with that comes the promise and hope of starting the next day with a clean slate.”
The camera turns around and standing on the other side was the source of the voice, FGA Pride championship number one contender Savannah Taylor. Dressed down from her appearance earlier at Frontier Con, her face is free of makeup, yet still remains to be a thing of beauty.
“Isn’t that what we all really want at the end of the day? A chance to start over with a clean slate? Few of us are actually given the chance to start over. I was fortunate enough to be given a career do over after about three years spent out in West Coast hell. Was it tough to start over? Yes. Was it a steep learning curve, getting used to a whole new set of competitors? Hell yes. Did I struggle at first? Obviously. There were times where I thought about giving up. There were times where I felt like packing up and going elsewhere. People kept telling me to just stop and give up. It’s a good thing I never listened to them, because I wouldn’t be standing here today, two days ahead of probably the most important match of my FGA career this far. I’m more than ready for this. After chasing the Pride title for damn near a year, my time has finally come. But, try telling the champ that.”
“I can’t fault you one bit for doubting me, Chris. Hell, you aren’t the only one. I still hear rumblings around the proverbial water cooler about how I am far from ready for this match. Hell, when I was walking around the various events at Frontier Con the past few days, even the fans are doubtful. I get where they are coming from. In their mind, I am still the same woman who failed to live up to potential pretty much all of last year. They can’t handle or come to grips with the woman who they see on television this year. As the kids would say, that is a them problem. Or to be more specific…..that is going to be a Chris problem.”
She pauses for a second and tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear before clearing her throat.
“I know what you must be thinking, Chris. You are thinking that I am simply talking out of my ass because I can’t handle the pressure of such a big match against you. Even though I do enjoy hearing my own voice from time to time, everything I have said up until this point has been with the intent on getting you to pull your oversized head out of your ass and wake the fuck up. Wake up and realize that, like it or not, your days as Pride champion are seriously numbered. Then again, I seriously doubt you are willing to accept the new reality at your age. I keep forgetting that I am dealing with someone who debuted when I was just barely starting high school, so naturally change is bound to be a foreign concept for you. But change is coming, Chris. It’s coming in more ways than you could possibly fathom. I’m not just talking about the changing of the guard within the Pride division, though that is pretty much inevitable. Change is coming to FGA as a whole. You, the rest of the roster, and every single fan are going to be left with no choice but to sit back and bear witness to what will happen.”
“You are a magnificent example of the word irony. Every time you have graced the FGA television screens or been within a ten mile radius of either a camera or a microphone, you have droned on and on…..and on about one topic in particular. You’ve pretty much hammered home the point that all I am to people is Izzy Anders’ puppet. You’ve made it abundantly clear that I am nothing without Izzy, how I am kept on her leash and that she tells me what to do at all hours of the day. Congratulations, Chris. You have beat the dead horse so badly that PETA will be calling you soon. I don’t know how many times I have to say that I am not her ‘property’ as people like to say and that I am not her puppet. I have said it so many times that I am as blue in the face as Smurfette. I find it downright hilarious that all of this is coming from someone who has to use his manager as his mouthpiece nine times out of ten. What’s the matter, Chris? Are you afraid of saying what is really on your mind and running the risk of offending the fans that you have to use your manager to basically act in your stead? You pretty much let Frankie call all the shots, so it makes me wonder just what it is that you do, aside from getting in the ring. I have an agent as well, but he actually has enough faith in me that I can get the job done on my own. He handles matters outside of the ring, basically ensuring that I am set for life. But hey, letting someone else pretty much run the show while the REAL star is off doing God only knows what is nothing new. Back in Tudor-ruled England, King Henry VIII had a man by the name of Thomas Wolsey basically ruling England while Henry was off hunting and whoring. Wolsey was an important member of the Catholic church and was the right hand man of Henry for almost ten years. But, like all good things, this relationship soured because Wolsey failed to secure an annulment for Henry so Henry could divorce his wife and marry Anne Boleyn. That led to personal and career ruin for Wolsey. That begs the question…...what is Frankie going to do that will mess everything up for you, Chris? Because like it or not, you are one monumental mishap away from second guessing putting your trust in his hands. Think about it.”
The Las Vegas native moves away from the railing of the private terrace and takes a seat in one of the four lounge chairs that surround a fairly decent sized patio table. She reaches out and takes a sip from the glass of water sitting in front of her chair and turns her attention back to the camera in her hand.
“I want to tell you a story, Chris. It’s about a woman who, from the very beginning of her career, felt that she was destined for stardom. When she finally got to the big leagues, she worked her ass off to prove to the officials that they made the right choice in hiring her. Success and championship gold soon followed, but something felt not quite right. Something felt off. She would eventually go on to achieve the one thing that everyone told her she would never get, that was always associated with those of a higher talent level than she had, according to certain front office personnel. But even at the height of her career, while the company around her crumbled to the ground, things never felt quite right. It wasn’t until much later that the answer to the feeling that was plaguing her came to light.”
“Do you know what it is like to go through your entire career and achieve success, only to be left feeling hollow? Do you know what it is like to go on to win championships that people around you, some even considered friends, tell you that you never earned? This is my reality, Chis. For three years, three FUCKING years, every measure of greatness I ever got, every championship that I won, I had at least four or five people tell me that I never truly earned it. From the first singles title I ever held right on up to my crowning moment in holding World Championship gold, everything was pretty much a lie. I was handed my first title there, I never earned it. The next one? I was pretty much awarded because certain people felt like pacifying me. Granted, that whole feud remains a personal favorite of mine, but I was the definition of a transitional champion. And the crown jewel? The World title? Did you know I was never supposed to be in that match in the first place? I was added to that match because ownership at the time felt sorry for me because of what happened in an earlier shot. Don’t get me wrong here. I was, and still am, proud to call myself champion. But it is pretty much a hollow feeling. I never got a chance to defend the title. I was robbed of having any sort of championship celebration. That is why this match means the fucking world to me, Chris. This is my chance to finally win and have it mean something for perhaps the first time. That is why I am pouring my heart and soul into this match. That is why I am more than ready to push you beyond your limit and take the Pride championship for myself. This is about validation, Chris. This is about me cementing myself in this company and flipping a big middle finger to every wrestler in the back and every fan who doesn’t think I’m cut out to beat the big bad Chris Madison. But there is another factor motivating me against you. One more…..personal.”
Her blue eyes narrow as she bites her tongue slightly.
“You made a HUGE mistake when you decided to bring my mother into this. You crossed a line that there is simply no coming back from. This mistake you made is probably just one of many poor life choices that you’ve made. Then again, making terrible life choices and being named Chris seem to go hand in hand. You unknowingly took the absolute worst time in my life, for a myriad of reasons, and used it for your own gain. Congratulations on bringing a deceased woman into your business, you asshole. That single move made this go from a possible instant classic to me wanting to take your head and shove it on a pike to mount in the middle of town. That is how personal you have made this. See, I am no longer content with just taking the Pride championship from you. I want you to suffer as much as I have been. I want you to know what pain is. You may not think it, but I’m putting everything I have into this match. I am use every single thing in my arsenal and throw them at you. I’ll play by the rules of the match, but that is about it. You’ve opened this particular Pandora’s Box, Chris. Now you had damn well better be ready to deal with the aftermath. Because rest assured, while pinning you on Sunday is a likely option, I’m just as happy making you tap out like the bitch that you are. Deuces."
She does a mock peace sign at the camera before reaching over and pressing the stop button, which not only stops the recording, but it cuts completely to black.
/REC