Post by Savannah Taylor on Mar 29, 2015 12:28:14 GMT -6
March 29th, 2014
Korakuen Hall
Tokyo, Japan
On Camera
The famed Korakuen Hall was empty. Empty of fans that would soon fill the stands to witness the latest iPPV offering from EXODUS. Empty of the wrestlers that would put everything on the line out in the ring in search h of the coveted win. Even the ring construction crew had retired for the day, opting to come back very early the next day to get the set finished in time for the show. A single cameraman walks through the halls backstage, assuming to get footage of the calm before the storm. What the cameraman doesn’t expect to find while filming is a stream of light coming from a partially open door. Curiosity piqued, he decides to investigate by heading towards the door and pushing it open. What greets him is the sight of former EXODUS San Diego Bay champion Savannah Taylor seated on a wooden bench, the light coming from the overhead lights. It was a sparsely decorated locker room, which suited the Las Vegas native perfectly fine. She appears to be lost in thought when she looks up and sees her seemingly uninvited guest standing there. Shaking her head, she clears her throat.
Two houses, both alike in dignity, in fair Tokyo where we lay out scene. From ancient grudge breaks to new mutiny where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. Paraphrasing a line from one of my favorite plays, it seems to fit the current situation I find myself in. Far too often have I found myself embroiled in some sort of rivalry, only to be sadly disappointed in the end. I don’t know what the deal is. Why don’t people feel like I am someone that has the potential to carry on a long and meaningful rivalry? Hell, did people not see the Sekigun versus Gods and Monsters feud? Who was pretty much front and center for that? Me. Granted that is something I am still trying to move past, but you see my point. After what happened to me following my match at The Autumn Effect Two, I only had one thing on my mind, and that was to get back to this sport that I love and to make sure people remember my name as someone you really don’t want to trifle with. Adrien Cochrane found that out the hard way. Now he’s back in the Bayou somewhere with his tail between his legs and a tinfoil hat on his head. I had almost given up hope of having something meaningful to do again. That is, until he came along.
Her face darkens as her thoughts turn to the usurper walking around with the San Diego Bay title.
Kevin Hardaway. That name alone stirs up many emotions. For some, they respect the man who is a proven fighter in the ring. For some, they regard the man as something of a joke. For others, myself included, there is only one feeling, and that is complete and utter hatred. Yes Kevin, I hate you. I hate you and I don’t even know you. Why do I hate someone that I don’t even know? It is simple. You, Kevin Hardaway, are a thief. You stole something from me, something that I happen to hold extremely close to my heart. I’m not talking about the San Diego Bay title. I’m moving way past that. I’m talking about Chandler. You used the cowards way of jumping someone from behind while the lights were off and you essentially took from me the one person who actually gave a damn and who didn’t view me in the same light that everyone else did. Being backstage and having to watch that scene unfold…..it killed me. It killed me to see that happen to someone I care about. For that alone, you deserve everything that you have coming to you. But I think I know why you did what you did. One word, three syllables…..jealousy. You are simply jealous of everything that he has done in this business. You are jealous of how easy he made it when he beat you. But hey, that’s OK. You don’t have to have a PhD in psychology to figure out just how jealous you are. My advice to you would be to tone it down. Green really isn’t your color.
But as much as I chide you for being jealous of Chandler, rightfully so I might add, I will admit that there is something about you that I am a smidge envious of. You’ve taken to surrounding yourself with an almost Manson-esque type family filled with the most unique and downright deplorable assortment of creatures walking the face of the Earth. Given what I know about you, you fit right in. But despite everything, you all seem to have a unique bond that hold everything together and makes you a cohesive unit. that alone is enviable in my eyes. Seeing as how I know more than enough about your “family,” would you like to hear about my family? I could sit here and tell you all about the little girl born in Las Vegas whose parents were basically absent from her life ninety percent of the time. I could tell you about her father, who would be gone for weeks at a time due to being a truck driver and never really sent so much as a telephone call to his daughter back in Vegas. I could tell you about her mother, who found that her second job as a cocktail waitress was far more important than raising her daughter. I could even tell you about that same little girl who was raised by her grandmother and was provided a stable and loving home amidst the chaos. Her grandmother was a loving, warm and caring person who would do anything for her family, even if that meant going to the police about her own daughter’s troubles with controlled substances. That didn’t sit too well with the little girl’s father because all of a sudden, the little girl’s world came crashing down. One accusing call to Child Protective Services and boom, the little girl’s world was ripped apart. Keep in mind that this little girl was all of five years old when this happened. This little girl was placed in the hell known as the foster care system, where she would stay until she turned eighteen.
She lowers her head for a second and pinches the bridge of her nose, the emotions threatening to get the better of her.
No contact with her grandmother. No contact with her parents. Bouncing around from temporary home to temporary home with no one who would step up and provide some stability. And people still wonder why I have the chip on my shoulder that I do. It’s because of the crap that I went through that drives me to be the absolute best in this industry. It’s because of how I was raised that drives me to prove each and every doubter and naysayer wrong. People call me crazy for wanting to go from one chaotic environment to another. I’ve honestly been called a hell of a lot worse, so crazy….i welcome. Kevin, you’re going to find out first hand just how crazy this woman can get. When you take something from me, when you rub that in my face, you may think it upsets me and causes me to curl up in a ball and not want to come out. I’ll admit that yeah, that was my first reaction. But as the days ticked by, the more I found myself wanting to get a piece of you. You talk about how since you are the San Diego Bay champion; you are going to be the champion that this company can be proud of. You have this idea that you are going to bring honor and prestige to the title. I hate to break it to you, but only two people can make legit claims to that, and you just happen to be set to face off against one of them. Until you have legitimized the title in the way that I have and until you have given the title the honor and respect that Chandler has, then you may talk about your delusions of grandeur.
I’ve stated before, Kevin. I don’t care about your title. I’ve been there and done that far better than you could dream of. all I care about Monday is making sure you feel everything that I’ve had to deal with since your act of cowardice. I look at you and I see someone that needs to be stopped. I’m just the person to do it, right now that is. Monday night is going to be a rude awakening for you, Kevin. The old adage of hell hath no fury like that of a woman scored, it’s not just a clever slogan used to drive the sales of tshirts and bumper stickers. It is the God’s honest truth. It is a truth that is going to slap you hard across the face. Monday night, I’m going to take great pride in making you suffer. For everything that you have done to me, either directly in indirectly as a result of your twisted family, expect to be done unto you. You see, you may not know this, but because you are now a member of mara’s “family,” that makes you responsible for their actions, for ALL of the members’ actions. That especially includes what your dear “sister” Brianna had done to me at the Autumn Effect Two. It’s because of what happened that valuable time was taken from my career. It’s because of what happened. It’s because of what happened that for the longest time, I had trouble sleeping because of the constant visual of the baseball bat colliding with my skull being the first thing I would see as soon as I closed my eyes. For that Kevin, you are going to pay and pay dearly.
Savannah pauses a second as she rubs her hands together, the anger and frustration building up inside of her with every word that came out of her mouth.
Kevin, are you familiar with the ways of the ancient Samurai? I’ve been known to peruse the History Channel every now and then, and I would always be fascinated by the documentaries about ancient cultures, especially Japan. One thing that was often highlighted was what would happen if a samurai would lose an important battle or would do something that would bring shame and dishonor among his peers. He would be dressed in sparkling white robes, be fed all of his favorite foods, the works. Then a special tray was placed before him containing a single tantō blade. It was then, usually in front of his peers, that he was expected to perform the ritual known as seppuku. Considering everything that I know about you and everything that I have witnessed from you, I am going to take great pleasure in handing you your own tantō blade Monday night. Auf widersehen.
With that, she stoops down to collect the bags at her feet and stands up. Walking over to the wall, she shuts the light out and leaves the room, leaving the scene to fade to black as the cameraman stands in the dark.
Korakuen Hall
Tokyo, Japan
On Camera
The famed Korakuen Hall was empty. Empty of fans that would soon fill the stands to witness the latest iPPV offering from EXODUS. Empty of the wrestlers that would put everything on the line out in the ring in search h of the coveted win. Even the ring construction crew had retired for the day, opting to come back very early the next day to get the set finished in time for the show. A single cameraman walks through the halls backstage, assuming to get footage of the calm before the storm. What the cameraman doesn’t expect to find while filming is a stream of light coming from a partially open door. Curiosity piqued, he decides to investigate by heading towards the door and pushing it open. What greets him is the sight of former EXODUS San Diego Bay champion Savannah Taylor seated on a wooden bench, the light coming from the overhead lights. It was a sparsely decorated locker room, which suited the Las Vegas native perfectly fine. She appears to be lost in thought when she looks up and sees her seemingly uninvited guest standing there. Shaking her head, she clears her throat.
Two houses, both alike in dignity, in fair Tokyo where we lay out scene. From ancient grudge breaks to new mutiny where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. Paraphrasing a line from one of my favorite plays, it seems to fit the current situation I find myself in. Far too often have I found myself embroiled in some sort of rivalry, only to be sadly disappointed in the end. I don’t know what the deal is. Why don’t people feel like I am someone that has the potential to carry on a long and meaningful rivalry? Hell, did people not see the Sekigun versus Gods and Monsters feud? Who was pretty much front and center for that? Me. Granted that is something I am still trying to move past, but you see my point. After what happened to me following my match at The Autumn Effect Two, I only had one thing on my mind, and that was to get back to this sport that I love and to make sure people remember my name as someone you really don’t want to trifle with. Adrien Cochrane found that out the hard way. Now he’s back in the Bayou somewhere with his tail between his legs and a tinfoil hat on his head. I had almost given up hope of having something meaningful to do again. That is, until he came along.
Her face darkens as her thoughts turn to the usurper walking around with the San Diego Bay title.
Kevin Hardaway. That name alone stirs up many emotions. For some, they respect the man who is a proven fighter in the ring. For some, they regard the man as something of a joke. For others, myself included, there is only one feeling, and that is complete and utter hatred. Yes Kevin, I hate you. I hate you and I don’t even know you. Why do I hate someone that I don’t even know? It is simple. You, Kevin Hardaway, are a thief. You stole something from me, something that I happen to hold extremely close to my heart. I’m not talking about the San Diego Bay title. I’m moving way past that. I’m talking about Chandler. You used the cowards way of jumping someone from behind while the lights were off and you essentially took from me the one person who actually gave a damn and who didn’t view me in the same light that everyone else did. Being backstage and having to watch that scene unfold…..it killed me. It killed me to see that happen to someone I care about. For that alone, you deserve everything that you have coming to you. But I think I know why you did what you did. One word, three syllables…..jealousy. You are simply jealous of everything that he has done in this business. You are jealous of how easy he made it when he beat you. But hey, that’s OK. You don’t have to have a PhD in psychology to figure out just how jealous you are. My advice to you would be to tone it down. Green really isn’t your color.
But as much as I chide you for being jealous of Chandler, rightfully so I might add, I will admit that there is something about you that I am a smidge envious of. You’ve taken to surrounding yourself with an almost Manson-esque type family filled with the most unique and downright deplorable assortment of creatures walking the face of the Earth. Given what I know about you, you fit right in. But despite everything, you all seem to have a unique bond that hold everything together and makes you a cohesive unit. that alone is enviable in my eyes. Seeing as how I know more than enough about your “family,” would you like to hear about my family? I could sit here and tell you all about the little girl born in Las Vegas whose parents were basically absent from her life ninety percent of the time. I could tell you about her father, who would be gone for weeks at a time due to being a truck driver and never really sent so much as a telephone call to his daughter back in Vegas. I could tell you about her mother, who found that her second job as a cocktail waitress was far more important than raising her daughter. I could even tell you about that same little girl who was raised by her grandmother and was provided a stable and loving home amidst the chaos. Her grandmother was a loving, warm and caring person who would do anything for her family, even if that meant going to the police about her own daughter’s troubles with controlled substances. That didn’t sit too well with the little girl’s father because all of a sudden, the little girl’s world came crashing down. One accusing call to Child Protective Services and boom, the little girl’s world was ripped apart. Keep in mind that this little girl was all of five years old when this happened. This little girl was placed in the hell known as the foster care system, where she would stay until she turned eighteen.
She lowers her head for a second and pinches the bridge of her nose, the emotions threatening to get the better of her.
No contact with her grandmother. No contact with her parents. Bouncing around from temporary home to temporary home with no one who would step up and provide some stability. And people still wonder why I have the chip on my shoulder that I do. It’s because of the crap that I went through that drives me to be the absolute best in this industry. It’s because of how I was raised that drives me to prove each and every doubter and naysayer wrong. People call me crazy for wanting to go from one chaotic environment to another. I’ve honestly been called a hell of a lot worse, so crazy….i welcome. Kevin, you’re going to find out first hand just how crazy this woman can get. When you take something from me, when you rub that in my face, you may think it upsets me and causes me to curl up in a ball and not want to come out. I’ll admit that yeah, that was my first reaction. But as the days ticked by, the more I found myself wanting to get a piece of you. You talk about how since you are the San Diego Bay champion; you are going to be the champion that this company can be proud of. You have this idea that you are going to bring honor and prestige to the title. I hate to break it to you, but only two people can make legit claims to that, and you just happen to be set to face off against one of them. Until you have legitimized the title in the way that I have and until you have given the title the honor and respect that Chandler has, then you may talk about your delusions of grandeur.
I’ve stated before, Kevin. I don’t care about your title. I’ve been there and done that far better than you could dream of. all I care about Monday is making sure you feel everything that I’ve had to deal with since your act of cowardice. I look at you and I see someone that needs to be stopped. I’m just the person to do it, right now that is. Monday night is going to be a rude awakening for you, Kevin. The old adage of hell hath no fury like that of a woman scored, it’s not just a clever slogan used to drive the sales of tshirts and bumper stickers. It is the God’s honest truth. It is a truth that is going to slap you hard across the face. Monday night, I’m going to take great pride in making you suffer. For everything that you have done to me, either directly in indirectly as a result of your twisted family, expect to be done unto you. You see, you may not know this, but because you are now a member of mara’s “family,” that makes you responsible for their actions, for ALL of the members’ actions. That especially includes what your dear “sister” Brianna had done to me at the Autumn Effect Two. It’s because of what happened that valuable time was taken from my career. It’s because of what happened. It’s because of what happened that for the longest time, I had trouble sleeping because of the constant visual of the baseball bat colliding with my skull being the first thing I would see as soon as I closed my eyes. For that Kevin, you are going to pay and pay dearly.
Savannah pauses a second as she rubs her hands together, the anger and frustration building up inside of her with every word that came out of her mouth.
Kevin, are you familiar with the ways of the ancient Samurai? I’ve been known to peruse the History Channel every now and then, and I would always be fascinated by the documentaries about ancient cultures, especially Japan. One thing that was often highlighted was what would happen if a samurai would lose an important battle or would do something that would bring shame and dishonor among his peers. He would be dressed in sparkling white robes, be fed all of his favorite foods, the works. Then a special tray was placed before him containing a single tantō blade. It was then, usually in front of his peers, that he was expected to perform the ritual known as seppuku. Considering everything that I know about you and everything that I have witnessed from you, I am going to take great pleasure in handing you your own tantō blade Monday night. Auf widersehen.
With that, she stoops down to collect the bags at her feet and stands up. Walking over to the wall, she shuts the light out and leaves the room, leaving the scene to fade to black as the cameraman stands in the dark.
