Post by Chelsea Armstrong on Jan 19, 2014 13:02:11 GMT -5
“The past week my whereabouts have been unknown to those around me…even my own tag partner for this week has no clue where I have went. Some would call me crazy; to lose touch with everyone before a match as big as this…but those are the people whom do not understand that by being by myself I have been able to think more clearly than I ever have since joining this federation. I am ready for this week, but maybe I should tell you what happened to get me to this realization.”
I was sitting in my locker room in Raleigh, North Carolina, I had just finished my match with Jonny Fly and to say I was upset would have been an understatement. I looked down at the carpeted floor seeing my footprints that my boots were leaving with every trip I made back and forth as I paced around the room. “He had to grab my tights!” I had kept repeating that line over and over to myself, something I knew better than to do as every time I said it my anger only continued to grow. I knew that match was mine and so did Fly…nearly everyone in the back can tell you I pushed him to his limits…and then he had to take the cowards way out, just as he did against my husband.
I can’t tell you what happened after my match but apparently Seth is back in charge. At that moment nothing was going through my mind besides anger, anger at myself…at Fly…at everyone, that too is not good. As I paced around my locker room soon things began to become distorted, at some point I am told that my room was torn apart. The black leather couch all out of sorts, my lamp broken, apparently there’s a hole in the thin plywood on the bathroom door…now looking back I suppose that the pain I had been feeling in my right hand now makes more sense. Not too long after that people backstage tell me I stormed out of my room, back in tow and made a beeline for my car. I’m not sure if I said anything…I don’t think they would tell me if I had. They saw me drive off and that was it…next thing I know I’m sitting here in the middle of this dark room, even right now I’m not certain where I am. The thoughts that are racing through my own mind make me afraid to turn on the light to see for myself.
“Jonny Fly took the easy way out in our match, he knew there was a chance I was going to live up to my word and well a man like him simply cannot make that happen. No, what would his buddies think is little ol me kicked his ass on live television? Can’t have that can we, no laughing with them and replaying the moment your hand grasped my tights makes for a much better story for you, doesn’t it. In my eyes, he is nothing but a coward of a champion, and now with Seth back in charge…well we’ll see how long his title reign continues, without the chance of cheating his way to a win anymore I don’t see it being that much longer. I’ll smile with glee as Waylon Cash takes that championship from him, maybe then WCF will have a credible World Heavyweight Champion.”
Anyway, once I found myself sitting here things started to become clearer in my mind…I can better remember what happened. Although even then I might be better hearing it from someone else. When I came to and found myself in this room the first thing I felt was a cold sticky liquid against my hands…my conclusion is there is blood coming from somewhere but for the few days I’ve been here I haven’t felt anymore so clearly it has stopped and I’m not too worried. After feeling that against my hands the sudden pain of a headache rushed through my head as even know I’m not certain what I hit. The only thing that I knew for certain was I when I had stood up I had ripped off my t shirt trying to clean the blood from my hands, with it being so dark I couldn’t see but I felt a lighter in my locker…even now I’m not sure where it came from. As I took it out and lit it a dim light showed around the flame giving me little to see but I made out a small white card that appeared to have fallen out of my pocket when I took my shirt off. Knelling down I picked it up only for my confusion to heighten…right there, plain as day were the words “Scott Savage. Talent Agent & CEO Savage Enterprises.”
Confusion settled in deeply into my mind as I knew for a fact that card had been left in my bag after I talked to Stacy…did I take it out of there? And where did the lighter come from? I had many questions running through my mind but the longer I sat there the more I knew what I needed to do…and that was choose which side I was going to go to. The match had been set as Stacy promised, we are to face Waylon Cash and Benjamin Atreyu, not an easy task for any…and everyone knows that when you face them, Scott Savage isn’t far behind.
“My loyalty is being tested this week…do I side with the person I have known since I decided on this career, or do I side with a person who confronted me backstage and offered me his business card. Saying that out loud the choice sounds pretty simple, doesn’t it? This week I will stand across from that ring looking at two men who have made their name clear in this federation. Waylon…I have faced you before but it was only in a six man tag match, I know I didn’t get a clear sense of how you are in the ring and I’d be lying to say I wasn’t intimidated as I stare into your eyes.
Benjamin, I have never encountered you before and from what I have seen this match will be anything easy. Between you and Waylon, I expect my best to be shown as Stacy and I do our best to take what will be rightfully ours. I plan on defeating both of you…are the odds in my favor? Well I’ll let the fans be the judge of that. You two are deceitful and are a part of group that has done things not even I would resort to. Just like Fly you like to take the coward’s way out and I’m sure you will try to get an easy win over us. I’m not going to let that happen.”
Holding up the business card in I allow the light to flicker as my breath hit the flame, I sat there for what felt like an hour just staring at the white card before a cruel smile began to rise on my lips.
“Scott, you told me that I would know when…well now is the time. I have watched what you have helped those men do through this federation; it’s no secret that you’re one of the most hated men in this company. You wanted my answer and now I am talking to all of you in S-Pac. My allegiance cannot be shaken, I know where my mind is at and this week at Slam I will make that clear as the right team will walk away victorious. This is my time to shine and no one knows what I have planned, prep your boys…they’re going to need it.”
Holding up the business card I allowed the flame to kiss its corner as it began to take life sending smoke around me as soon I had to allow the card to drop to the floor leaving nothing but a pile of ashes behind. It was then that a malicious laugh left my lips as the light showed my face for the first and last time, my hair a mess around my face as my make-up had been smeared against my cheeks…to someone who might not know me it would be like looking into the eyes of that of a murderer…a serial killer…someone out to make people hurt. “It’s time…are you ready?”