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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2021 14:09:37 GMT
Women's World Title Tournament First RoundSINGLES MATCH
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Post by Scotty 'Silver Bullet' Adams on Mar 30, 2021 11:49:49 GMT
(It's been a while since I've done this on a grand, somewhat regular scale. About 2 and a half years ago, to be exact - when I last stepped into the ring for the VWL; partook in my 5th and final encounter with long time friend/rival Hayley Roberts back home in Eltham. A match that was a fitting final stanza to our feud.
Both of us putting everything on the line and the best person coming out on top. Just as wrestling, no - just as competition should be. That night, it was me; a fitting way to say goodbye before the next stage of my life.
The next phase, so to speak.
That being - marrying Scott and then giving birth to the angel of our lives, Lucina. So, why am I returning to the ring? Why am I resuming my career, when its farewell was so fitting?
The reason is simple - I have unfinished business.
There are still things I seek between the ropes. Accomplishments and desires that need to be ticked off the bucket list, so to speak. That chiefly being - be able to make my name known globally, as much as it is back home in Australia.
See, I'm well aware that outside of our homeland, I am known primarily as being Scotty's wife. As the one who holds the fort down at home whilst he goes about enacting what he calls "Wrestling's purge", claiming bodies and championships along the way.
Yet that's not *all* I want to be known as.
He knows this too. He knows how much I love this industry; how much I love the thrill of competition, and he understands that. He realises that this is the best thing for us.
That it's time for me to get back between the ropes; do what I love. For that, I am eternally thankful to him. Next week, it all commences again for me between those ropes.)
'Savannah Hunter, you and I are quite similar.'
(I remark, as I sit cross-legged atop a black leather sofa within the confines of the "office" inside of our apartment.
Usually, I would be working on Adams Enterprises, but currently - I figured I would take a little break; some time to contemplate the match I have been given for my anticipated return to the ring.
Especially as Scott is taking care of Lucina in the living room; for the most part, there's nothing better to do.)
'Both of us wish to spread our own wings; step outta the shadows of our husbands. Show that we are more than just "eye candy", as some might call it.'
(I sigh. A shiver running down my spine as I state "eye candy". A term I have been referred to more times than I can count. Both at home and on social media. Makes me shake my head, honestly.
Even if Scott constantly has to remind me that people on Social Media don't matter in the grand scheme of things, it still radiates within my mind.)
'Prove that *we* are just as capable between the ropes as our husbands. That we are able to carry the flags. The prestige that is associated with them and pull our own weight.'
(I gently smile.)
'Don't get me wrong, Savannah. I respect you. I truly do, but you are the first name on the docket. The first person who must stand across that ring from me; the first of many who shall find out first-hand why I was.'
(I shake my head, stopping myself mid-sentence.)
'No, why I *am* known as Eltham's Angel. Why from the moment the bell rings to begin the match, to when it does to end the match - I am the most firey; ferocious competitor you'll ever meet.'
(I laugh. I know when Scott hears it, he'll tell me how cheesy and corny that comment was. But he also knows how truthful I am being. He's witnessed it first hand.
I think it's one of the reasons we connect as well as we do. We're both ultra-competitive. We both *hate* losing.)
'And trust me when I say this, but I'm not just in this women's title tournament to make up the numbers. I'm not just here to be an "also-ran" as they might call it.
Much like I'm sure you're not just here to be "filler". As much as you might wish to ensure that much like your husband, you are someone to be reckoned with within these halls.
It just won't be done at my expense.'
(I laugh softly, as I extend my legs. Untangling them as I slide forward. So that I'm sitting on the edge of the sofa.)
'Now, I'm aware you might wish to be focused on your husband; his own success. I admire that. I truly respect that, as I am the same. Yet neither of our husbands are the ones who will be taking centre stage at Ignition.'
(I smirk, exhaling as the next words prepare to leave my mouth.)
'Nor should they be. So, I'll make you a promise here. Right now.'
(I push myself upward, as I shoot a quick glance down at my phone.)
'Scotty won't get involved in our match, if Jason doesn't.'
(I state, hoping that Savannah will agree to that term, as it's only fair. It's us who are supposed to be in the spotlight, anyway.
So, why allow our respective husbands to take away from that; make it about them? That would go against the very notion of Ignition in the first place. And I think Savannah knows that too.)
'You have my word that this match, will *strictly* be about which one of us is the better woman on the night. Just as it should be. As it needs to be.'
(Walking towards the oak computer desk, I allow a slight glance downwards at the Paperwork that Scott has filled out; requested for me to submit to Rebecca for rubber stamping.
What it is, isn't important right now. I'm sure he'll tell you more about it if he sees fit to - or when the time comes for it to be revealed. Slightly smiling, I turn my body to the right; make my way towards the door.)
'Come Ignition, that shall be me.'
(I cheekily grin, as I place my hand on the brass doorknob and turn it clockwise. Entering the hallway, I glance down towards the front room. The sounds of "NCIS" playing on the TV.)
'See you there, Savannah. Because I plan on spreading my wings and ensuring that everybody realises just who I am. That I am so much more in that ring than advertised.'
(I calmly begin to walk down the hall. Knowing that it is merely a matter of time before everyone is gonna have to stand up and pay attention.
That people are going to understand that when I say something, their best course of action is to listen. That I am just as capable between those ropes as my husband is.)
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