Exclusive Found Footage!

[Cordy]

Exclusive Found Footage from Vertigo76 2/15/20 (in Addington, Christchurch, New Zealand) uploaded to FGAwrestling.com

The camera cuts on and we find ourselves staring out of a windshield. Not too far ahead of us in the distance is the faint glow of tail lights on a taxicab. There is a shuffling sound heard as the camera readjusts a little. Suddenly a voice speaks out from next to us.

Voice: Dude, this is totally insane!

Voice Behind Camera: Tell me about it. Absolutely nuts.

Voice: I tell ya, we deserve a raise for this. Taking the initiative like this, and following the action. Isn’t that what they always tell us to do? Follow the action?

A snort and a chuckle.

Voice Behind Camera: Yeah, man. If they catch up to that van, there’s going to be lots of action to capture. Speed up a little, we’re falling too far behind man.

The cab that was once in front of us is now swerving in and out of lanes in an attempt to bypass traffic.

Voice: Are they gaining on them?

Voice Behind Camera: I can’t tell. But for De Luca’s sake, I hope not. Cordy looked as if she were ready to wring her neck.

Voice: Hold on…

The van you’re in picks up speed as the driver does his best to keep up with the fleeting car, weaving in and out of traffic so you can keep it in the scope of your lens.

Voice Behind Camera: Slow down. You’re going to get us killed!

Voice: Does it look like they’re slowing down at all? We’ve got to keep up. This might get us a bonus dude.

With that said, he puts a little more weight on the pedal, your vehicle surging forward in pursuit. You try to hold your camera steady as he hits a barrage of twists and turns that slide you in your seat, all in an effort to keep up. Suddenly, the brake lights of the vehicle you’re in pursuit of come on and it seems to be slowing up a bit.

Voice: Damn, what’s going on? Keep the camera rolling.

You don’t even have to say a word in response. You’re a pro at this and you already know to keep the camera rolling at all times. It’s been a pretty crazy night thus far, yet here you are somewhere randomly in the streets of Addington Christchurch, New Zealand, and you can only hope the driver knows how the hell to get back to the arena. Like, this can’t be life. But it is. And it may just get even more interesting.

Voice: Wait, dude look, she’s getting out of the car. She’s coming towards us.

He doesn’t have to tell you because you see it all right through the lens of your camera. The FGA International Heavyweight Champion, Cordelia Stevenson has hopped out of the passenger side of the cab and is making a beeline straight towards you.

Voice: She does not look happy.

She comes around to your side of the vehicle and knocks on the window. You hit the button so it goes down. She leans down and glances in.

Cordelia Stevenson: Did you see which way the van went?!

Her words are short. You shake your head. Your partner in the driver seat speaks up.

Voice: No, we lost sight of it a while ago. We were just trying to keep up with you guys.

She sighs. And mutters under her breath.

Cordelia Stevenson: Shit…

She looks around, her eyes finally resting on the cab and she shakes her head.

Cordelia Stevenson: Oh my God, he drives so slow!

The champ wears an irritated scowl. You can’t really argue with her, because for a while the cab driver was going slow as hell. There was nonway he was going to catch the van that De Luca disappeared in.

Voice Behind Camera: Well, he certainly tried.

You say, noting that he did give his best effort. Cordelia reluctantly agrees with you.

Cordelia Stevenson: He did. I’ll give him that.

She grits her teeth together and exhales slowly through her nose.

Cordelia Stevenson: Ashy won’t be able to run forever.

The venom in her tone is laced with ill intent and a shiver rolls down your spine. In a sense you almost feel bad for Ashlyn De Luca because you know Cordelia is right. Ashlyn can run but for so long. It’s only a matter of time before Cordelia eventually catches up to her, and the outcome most likely won’t be pretty. A massacre most likely captured through your very lens. Cordelia sighs again and then takes a look around as if noticing her surroundings for the first time.

Cordelia Stevenson: Where are we even at?

Another question that you simply don’t have an answer for. You were so caught up in the action that you hadn’t paid any attention to the direction you were heading on or the landmarks that you passed. You glance over at your partner who simply shrugs.

Voice: We’ll probably need to follow him back.

Your partner points towards the waiting cab driver.

Cordelia Stevenson: Yeah, right after you follow him to the nearest place with a bathroom.

She shifts uncomfortably from side to side now, almost looking as if she were dancing.

Cordelia Stevenson: Cause I’ve got to pee!

She bangs on the hood of the vehicle, her way of saying so long, as she awkwardly shuffles back towards the cab. You snicker to yourself. And so there it is. The chase leads to a dead end. The slippery Ashlyn De Luca has escaped to live and fight another day. No massacre has taken place in front of your camera on this night, and that is something you can live with.

Voice: Dude, I totally want to ask her out. She’s so hot.

You turn your head and look at your partner who is entranced by the International Heavyweight Champion and you simply shake your head. Maybe, you’ve spoken too soon. Maybe a massacre was set to take place after all, because clearly his ego was volunteering as tribute for the Thirst Games, and you knew it would get bludgeoned.

Voice Behind Camera: Maybe you should…

You know you ain’t shit for putting the battery in his back like that, but what’s a few laughs between friends. You’re sure it’s something you two will look back upon over a few pints of beer and laugh at one day…. especially if there is footage. For a second you can see him mulling it over in his head, before he finally waves off the notion and laughs.

Voice: Naaahhh. You’re not going to have me making a fool of myself out here.

He notions towards the camera.

Voice: Especially in front of that! You ain’t slick man.

You let out a low chuckle, realizing that he’s on to you. Busted.

Voice Behind Camera: Dude, it’s not even on.

That lie is the last thing you’re heard uttering as you lower the camera and quickly switch it off while his eyes are occupied by the road.