Post by Mister Harris on Sept 18, 2020 23:57:09 GMT -5
After the rather heated confrontations that had occurred a short time before, Theodore Harris is spotted walking at a quick pace through the backstage area. His business seemingly done in front of the cameras, his departure for his next destination is interrupted by the sound of hurriedly approaching footsteps. He casts a glance in their direction, seeming neither surprised nor perturbed by their presence. He slows his pace and within moments Amanda Johnson falls into step beside him, mic already up and in place for an impromptu interview.
Amanda Johnson: Theodore, can I get a word with you about what just happened out there between you and Ashlyn De Luca?
Theodore smiles and glances ahead in the direction they are walking.
Theodore Harris: Sure. What's on your mind?
Amanda Johnson: While you were out there, you made reference to some events from last year involving Ashlyn. Ones that revolved aro--
Theodore comes to a sudden halt, turns toward Amanda and holds a hand up in front of her, causing her to stop both walking and talking.
Theodore Harris: Let me just stop you right there Amanda. I'm sure that many people out there are entirely capable of connecting the dots on this and know where it's going. Let's not spoil the surprise for those not in the know.
His smile grows just a touch more smug.
Theodore Harris: Of course, they'll need to do a better job of it than Ashlyn did earlier. She found her way to the obvious answer, but it didn't turn out to be the correct one.
Letting that statement hang there for a few moments, Theodore's expression and demeanour grow more business like.
Theodore Harris: The short, simple version is this. In eight days at Only the Strong Survive, my client is going to be there to compete. I'm going to go and finalize the details of that with the front office right now and, before I leave here tonight, it will be made official. Ashlyn De Luca may have had plans to be a part of the Gold Rush Rumble, but she will have something else set for Only the Strong Survive as well, and she is then going to have to finish what she started whether she wants to or not.
He leans closer to Amanda, narrowing his eyes, and speaks softly but intensely into the microphone.
Theodore Harris: And then... we'll see just who is going to be the one with regrets.
With that, he pivots on his heel and resumes walking, leaving Amanda behind as the scene fades to black.
Post by The Mason on Sept 23, 2020 20:13:52 GMT -5
RECORDED BEFORE THE SHOW
Our camera cuts to the backstage corridor area, following Amanda Johnson as she approaches a room at the end of the hall, which-- judging by the giant Sharpie-drawn picture of Saturn taped to the outside of it-- belongs to the Saturnian Connection. Amanda approaches the door, pausing for just a moment to observe the sign, shooting a quick glance over her shoulder at the camera before raising her fist to tap. As the seconds pass, waiting for a response, Amanda begins to speak to the camera operator and audience, acting as a narrator for the scene.
Amanda Johnson: Amanda Johnson here, ladies and gentlemen. We’re still a few minutes away from showtime, but I was hoping to catch a few words with Sadie San Francisco. Last week, she successfully defended her U.S. Title against Jaelynn Ramsey, but tonight--
The handle turns and the lock clicks out of place as the door is pulled open. Jillian Clay stands in the doorway, looking at Amanda with a broad smile.
Jillian Clay: Hi, friend.
Amanda Johnson: Hey there, Jill. How are you this evening?
Jillian Clay: I haven’t decided yet. Do you know what kind of moon we’re supposed to have tonight?
Amanda Johnson: Uhh… I’d have to ch-- no. No, I’m not sure.
Jillian states it, rather than asking. Amanda doesn’t miss a beat though, giving the Saturnian a nod.
Amanda Johnson: Is she available?
Rather than answer, Clay pushes against the door, placing her back against it to hold it open and allow the interviewer entry, keeping the same distant smile fixed on her. Amanda gives Clay another nod of gratitude and steps into the dressing room. Sadie San Francisco has made a seat for herself in the corner of the dressing room with a medicine ball and a pile of jackets. With a tablet on her lap and an earbud jammed into each ear, Sadie maintains a low-volume conversation with somebody looking back at her on the tablet--
--and she freezes when her gaze lands on Amanda Johnson. Sadie narrows her eyes, looking first toward Jill with a look of disapproval, and finally back toward the interviewer.
Sadie San Francisco: What’s up, Amanda?
The greeting lacks the typical warmth, sounding slightly robotic, which Amanda is happy to attribute to Sadie being mid-conversation.
Amanda Johnson: I didn’t want to interrupt. I can come back.
Sadie glances to the tablet, giving a warmer smile to the person on the other end of the video call.
Sadie San Francisco: I’ll ring you back after the show.
Sadie blows a kiss to the person on the opposite side of the screen before tugging the buds out of her ears, clearing her throat as she looks back up toward Amanda Johnson.
Sadie San Francisco: You’re not interrupting anything. Sup?
The interviewer silently notes the quickness in which the U.S. Champion speaks to her.
Amanda Johnson: I see you’re continuing the U.S. Title Open Challenge tonight. Any clues as to who--?
Sadie San Francisco: Nope.
Quietly, again, Amanda notes the quickness. Sadie’s eyes dart toward the trio of lockers at the far end of the locker room. A wooden shelf sits above them-- and there, neatly, rests the FGA United States Championship. Briefly, Johnson’s eyes drift toward it as well before back to Sadie.
Amanda Johnson: Alright. Fair enough. Look, Sadie, I want to congratulate you on a successful first defense. And I really don’t wanna ruin the mood here, but I have to address the elephant in the room… Nina Stokes.
Sadie’s jaw visibly tightens. She rolls her eyes, looking toward Jill, who meets Sadie’s look with curiosity that matches the interviewer’s on the far side of the room.
Amanda Johnson: Maybe I don’t need to tell you what you already know here, but-- I’ve seen Nina Stokes. I’m going to interview her later tonight, but I know how she’s taken the perceived disrespect.
Sadie San Francisco: Oh, Jeeeesus…
Amanda Johnson: Sadie, she’s taken it as a slight. You’ve refused to address her directly and you’re refused to acknowledge her claim at a U.S. Title opportunity. Meanwhile, you’re willing to put your title on the line against seemingly any and every other Grappler in these Open Challenges. How is Nina supposed to perceive it?
Sadie laughs. Briefly. Loudly. Bitterly.
Sadie San Francisco: I don’t care how Nina perceives it. She used to be the United States Champion, and that’s cool. But I’m the United States Champion now. And my title reign isn’t about Nina Stokes. Last week, I defended it against Jae, and this week, I’ll defend it against whoever I need to. I’ll do the same thing at Only the Strong Survive, and then I’ll go on and win the Gold Rush Rumble but forgive me if I’m not doing any of this with Nina in mind. But I mean-- am I losing my mind? Did I not say like, over and over that this was an “Open Challenge”? Jill?
Jillian Clay: I remember it.
Sadie San Francisco: Cool, so I’m not crazy.
Sadie gives Amanda a shrug.
Sadie San Francisco: So if Nina’s so desperate to get her title back, why doesn’t she just come out to the ring for an open challenge like eeeeverybody else?
Amanda hesitates. She does open her mouth to respond, but the small delay is enough for Sadie to interject.
Sadie San Francisco: Is it because she thinks she’s above it? Does-- does Nina think she’s better than all this?
The smallest smirk crosses the champion’s face.
Sadie San Francisco: I can’t help but think that’s the reason, but we’re sitting here… staring at evidence to the contrary. Right?
She gestures to the United States Title and once more, the camera pans over to the shelf where the championship sits.
Sadie San Francisco: Nina came to a fight unprepared the last time we met. She won’t admit it. She’ll deflect. She’ll gaslight. But again-- again-- we’re looking at the evidence, Amanda.
This time, the camera lingers there on the United States Title while Sadie speaks.
Sadie San Francisco: If Nina’s expecting me to roll the red carpet out for her to come out for a second chance, she’s delusional. She knows where to find me, but I guarantee you won’t find her there at the same time.
We pan back over to Sadie and Amanda. The interviewer’s eyes travel from the belt and back to the champion, nodding slightly.
Amanda Johnson: Alright. Well, can we talk about the utilization of Poison Mist during some of your matches?
Sadie San Francisco: Know what…
Sadie stands up with a sigh, slowly pointing toward the door.
Sadie San Francisco: Maybe it’s best that you and I take a break, Amanda. These interviews obviously aren’t working… and neither of us wants them. I don’t wanna make this a huge thing, but I see what you’re trying to do-- the kind of reaction you’re trying to get. Let’s just…
Sadie makes a silent, clean “breaking” motion with her hands. Amanda nods slowly, wearing an expression that suggests that she’s heard the words before, though she gives Sadie a small smile all the same.
Amanda Johnson: Understood. Clearly you’re entering a different part of your career. If you’d feel better if I just observe from the sidelines for a bit then… you got it.
Sadie doesn’t say anything to Amanda. She just leans back in her makeshift chair, gaze locked on the interviewer. Amanda looks from Sadie, toward Jill, whose expression offers little insight. Amanda nods again and walks out of the dressing room. The cameraman lingers there for a moment, catching one more look at Sadie. The champion narrows her eyes at the camera operator, saying nothing, expecting nothing, but letting him know in a glance that his presence wasn’t welcome.
The FGA International Heavyweight Champion Cordelia Stevenson is seen standing in front of a large promotional poster for Only The Strong Survive. No longer in her ring gear, the champ is dressed in a pair of leggings and a vintage #SexSells T-Shirt. Her hair is tied back into a ponytail and her recently defended International Heavyweight Championship lies draped over her shoulder. She motions towards the belt with a slight nod of her head.
Cordelia Stevenson:… but definitely not without a fight. Right, Neal? What can I really say? You came out there and you brought the fight to me just as I knew you would. Everyone, myself included, knew just how badly you wanted this; to shake off the self proclaimed King of Failure moniker and ascend to the heights that we all know you’re more than capable of reaching. And you will reach them here in this company one day, Neal. I feel it. I can see it. You’re one of the most talented individuals I’ve ever had the honor of facing in that ring. But unfortunately for you, today just wasn’t that day. However, I don’t for one second doubt that we’ll be crossing paths again. And who knows, maybe the next time will be your time.
Clearly it’s something Cordelia realizes isn’t out of the realm of possibility if the two were to ever cross paths. She gives a casual shrug.
Cordelia Stevenson:But until that day comes, we must continue on our respective journeys, and it doesn’t get any easier for either one of us.
She takes a step to the side now, pivoting her body so that she is facing the OTSS Banner.
Cordelia Stevenson:And just as you and Lowri proved to be hard to beat two times in a row, now, I’m determined to do the same.
Cordelia slowly turned back towards the camera, a slow smirk creeping across her face.
Cordelia Stevenson:Hi, Savannah.
Cordelia shifts now, adjusting the title on her shoulder.
Cordelia Stevenson:The last time you and I were in the ring, you were the victor. Not here in FGA, but that doesn’t make it any less significant, especially in my eyes. Granted, you needed help to survive. Granted, you wouldn’t have done it on your own, but you know how history plays out. When all is said and done, no one will acknowledge the asterisk next to it. The only thing they’ll see, and the only thing they’ll say was that was the night that Savannah finally beat Cordelia Stevenson. Just as I’m sure you don’t particularly care about the how. All that matters is that you were finally able to get over that proverbial hump. I know you’re feeling confident. I mean, who wouldn’t? You were finally able to overcome one of the biggest thorns in your side, and I know you’re on cloud nine, Savvy.
She lets out a soft sigh and then flashes a devious grin.
Cordelia Stevenson:Until you realize that you have to do it all again.
She raises her eyebrows and slides her hand down her face.
Cordelia Stevenson:I want you to think that over, Savannah. I want you to seriously think about what you’re up against. I want you to sit and think about what it took for you and from you to finally put me down in FFW; the energy you had to exert and the level you had to be at simply to… survive. And now ask yourself can you do it again, no…
Cordelia holds up a finger.
Cordelia Stevenson:… ask yourself can you multiply that effort times ten. Because that’s exactly what it’s going to take if you want to take this International Heavyweight Championship from me. That little exhibition you gave tonight? Yeah, that’s not going to cut it chica, but what it did do was let me know that you’re approaching this all wrong. You’re treating this as a game, when you should be treating it as a fight for your life. What you did to Jimmy? I admit, that was impressive. But the same sentiments that fueled you, are the same sentiments that you’ll be running into when you step into the ring with me. The same way that you just wanted to punch Jimmy’s face in… well guess what, Blondie. I feel that very same way about you. Our little back and forth has gone on for how long now? Well, at Only the Strong Survive, I’m ending it for good. I’m nipping this in the bud once and for all. Keep deluding yourself into believing that I’m ‘fragile’. You’re forgetting that you’re looking at PWP’s former Queen of the Deathmatch. Baby, I’m far more than capable of handling anything you throw at me. We can take this wherever you want to go, but either way you kick it, I wouldn’t even worry about winning if I were you. I’d focus on surviving, but then again, even that isn’t the likeliest option. Not for you. Because Only the Strong Survive, Savvy. And when we’re in the ring, I’m going to prove… once again... that you’re as weak as they come.
Her eyes burn a whole into the camera. Clearly there is no love lost.
Cordelia Stevenson:Get familiar.
The champ blows one final kiss at the camera before walking out of the shot. The camera slowly pans in on the banner and then the scene fades away.