For Whom The Bell Tolls
Aug 13, 2019 1:31:04 GMT -5
Post by Savannah Taylor on Aug 13, 2019 1:31:04 GMT -5
**RECORDED EARLIER**
**August 11th, 2019**
**2:42pm Pacific Time**
“The more things change, the more they stay the same.”
The feminine voice calls out as the camera opens up in the seemingly empty parking garage area behind the famed Staples Center. There are only a handful of rental cars scattered throughout the lot, with more to show up as more people arrive. Scanning around, the camera spots the figure of the reigning FGA International Heavyweight champion Savannah Taylor perched on the trunk of her rental car. Her legs dangle gently, so as not to damage the car, and her championship sits in her lap.
“We all know that the landscape not just on the A show of Flashpoint, but FGA as a whole has changed. Prime example is the fact that I now hold the top prize. And yet, even though I had the biggest win of my career thus far back at Only The Strong Survive, I have yet to receive any form of thanks, congratulations or any type of well wishes. Certainly not the likes of Fujiko Mine did.”
She rolls her eyes.
“I shouldn’t be surprised, though. Even though I worked just as hard as she did and overcame just as tough an opponent that she did, people dismiss my major achievement. I would expect nothing less out of the same people who cheered a monster who pretty much ended the career of one of the best wrestlers on the planet. These same people who celebrate the actions of someone like that are the same ones who blind themselves to the truth. These are the same people who turn their noses up when the truth smacks them in the face.”
“These are your people, Jimmy.”
She slides off of the trunk and places her title belt over her right shoulder.
“That is one thing I don’t quite get about you. You come out here week after week after effing week, claiming to not be the man you used to be. You say that you are a changed man and that you aren’t a monster, but c’mon man. Those of us with common sense know that is a boldfaced lie. But the REAL kicker is the fans actually believe you. They. Believe. You. Quite personally, I have a much easier time believing Dom Harter turning over a new leaf than you, Jimmy. You may be able to pull the wool over the eyes of the fans and you may have them eating out of the palm of your hand, but I know the truth. I know the truth that these fans and these so called ‘friends’ of yours are reluctant to hear. You aren’t a changed man at all. You are still the same no good, pathetic, downright miserable excuse for a human being that should never be allowed to see the light of day. The fact that you aren’t behind bars at this point is nothing short of a miracle.”
She grins slightly.
“You see that, Jimmy? That little bit of truth that I just dropped? I come out and say that and I am booed out of the building. People like myself, Ashlyn DeLuca and even your good friend Chandler Scott are vilified because we aren’t blinded by this persona you’ve adopted. We can see right through this shiny new good guy act you put on. The fact that you and everyone else want to ignore the truth tells me everything I need to know about people. If people would rather cheer for you, even after every deplorable and heinous thing that you have done since day one in FGA than face the truth, that is on them, not me. But something that you said the first Flashpoint after Only The Strong Survive stuck with me. You said that one thing that I have in common with Chandler is that neither one of us see you as a human being. Neither one of us thinks that you are worthy of the compassion that you think you are entitled to.”
“Can you exactly blame us?”
She adjusts her title over her shoulders as she stands up a little straighter.
“How can you sit there and pretty much JUSTIFY what you’ve done and then turn around, whining and complaining when people actually call you out on your bullshit? How can you actually claim that people like myself and the inaugural International champion don’t treat you like the man that we know you aren’t? Normal people don’t brutalize a relative newcomer to the business. Normal people don’t let hate cloud their judgement and attempt to end the career of a cornerstone of this business and this company. Normal people certainly don’t demand a match against the one who took their precious shiny toy away from them and expect to have the other person just roll over and give you what you want. The way that you carry on and yell to anyone about how you thought I would have been different after I beat you as though I would show you a modicum of respect is downright laughable. What I did to you then, as well as last Flashpoint, was only a fraction of what you deserved. Busting you open with my newly won title belt was the first strike. Taking the monitor and smashing it against your face? Phase two. What I have in mind for you tonight would make the most hardened hardcore veteran wince. But what I find hilarious is how you and especially Geoff Penzer are warning me that this First Blood Match is a bad idea. Geoff even said how I should think twice about going through with this if I valued my career at all.Let me ask you something, Jimmy.”
She sets her belt down on the trunk of her rental and raises the hem of her t shirt, revealing her toned stomach and also some faint, yet still visible, scars.
“Do I really look like I am afraid to bleed? Do i really strike you as the type who is a scared little girl who would honestly back down from this match? Jimmy, I’ve been in wars that you could only hope to read about. I’ve been in No Disqualification and Cage matches with a short tempered Scotswoman. I beat a Brazilian in a Last Woman Standing match who, by all accounts, is you with tits and an accent. So tell me again why I should be afraid of you? Remind me why I should be afraid of possibly spilling a little blood? Did you not watch last year’s Only The Strong Survive? Did you see what Noelle Smith and I put each other through and how bloody we both got? More importantly, did you see who walked away the victor? The same one who is going to leave the Staples Center STILL International Heavyweight champion. What I did to Kendall Kingham a couple of weeks back was simple. It was to send you a message that maybe, juuuusssst maybe you have bitten off more than you can chew. But hey, what do I know? I’m only the champion.”
She lowers her shirt and picks her belt back up, slinging it over her shoulder.
“Last year at All Star Showdown VII, I was being the complete team player when I helped Team Flashpoint to victory over Team Vertigo. No one expected Flashpoint to get over the egos, but hey, we got the job done? And where were you one year ago? Getting pinned by Evan Envi in the Undisputed Title triple threat. If I have my way, history is certainly going to be repeating itself tonight. It has been a less than great past few weeks personally. You try dealing with getting screwed out of a major championship match by your See You Next Tuesday of a sister in law and forcing my husband out of a job. So excuse me if I have little to no sympathy for your self imposed pity party, Jimmy. Forgive me if I’m not in the mood for dealing with your constant need to yell into the void about how you’re going to paint the City of Angels with my blood. I didn’t give a damn when you interrupted my championship celebration speech, and I haven’t cared since. It’s going to be a long night for both of us, Jimmy. But for you, it will be even longer. When the bell rings, it’s not signalling the beginning and the end of the match, oh no. When you hear the bell ring, it is signalling the end for you. Because….the bell tolls for everyone, but especially for you. Tick tock, Jimmy. Tick. Tock.”
Savannah smirks at the camera as she starts to head to the rear entrance as the scene fades to black.
"Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee."
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee."