Post by IGGY. on Apr 21, 2022 3:22:43 GMT
every minute that we spent together, doesn't matter for you.
it's a lie, it's a lie. you're a liar.
every time you wanna walk the door, i don't blame you.
i don't blame you.
and i think you should know, that i won't let it go.
it was like a million times, i'm singing a lullaby.
and i think you should know, that i won't let it go.
i thought that it was enough. but, i don't wanna say goodbye. ♪
Seated on the balcony of her Philadelphia apartment, Savannah Andrews sets up her cellphone against a flower pot for easier access. It's a few feet away, just enough to keep her in view in the chair she's currently occupying. There's an unreadable expression on her face, knees pulled to her chest as she stares out at the setting sun in the skyline. The sound of the busy Philadelphia street can be heard just barely in the background, though Savannah is uncharacteristically silent. "You know, they always say reunions can be full of tears. Full of emotion." She takes a moment to construct her thoughts properly, inhales a deep and slow breath as she settles.
"For me, this match is anything but a happy reunion. I feel a lot of emotions going into this. Excitement, joy, nostalgia, exhaustion, tension, pain, and sadness... Especially considering my history with one member of the match. Though, I won't bore you with the full history of that." Her hand waves dismissively, legs stretching out as she sits up in the chair. She seems distant, a bit distracted, but she's trying to keep it all together.
"Jason Long." There's a beat as Savannah lets out a gentle little laugh, there's nothing sweet about it. "An all too familiar face for me. Someone who I have quite a history with both inside and outside of the ring. Someone I care for dearly, even now, when he seems to hate me with every fiber of his being. Someone that I nearly married at one point. Someone who once held my heart in the very palm of his hands." There's an audible hard swallow from Savannah as she shifts in the seat, picking up the water bottle on the table beside her, only to take a long sip from it. "... Only to crush it just as easily. But, that's what I should have expected all along. At least, that's what they say."
There's a moment where a pained look crosses her features. Though, it turns to a look of anger a moment after. Brows knitted together, nose crinkling with disdain. "I knew what I was getting into when this match was announced, when I cared more than ever, when I had you at my fingertips. Those feelings didn't change for me. While I still care deeply, I know that you are no easy man to defeat. I know that you thrive in dangerous environments like this. But, you're not about to count me out as if I don't know what it means to be in this kind of situation. You're a dangerous man, Jason. I know that better than anyone else." A small smirk crosses her lips as a memory crawls to the surface, palms rest along her thighs as she moves to sit at the edge of the chair.
"Since you decided to take a trip down memory lane, I've got one for you; Guts, Gold, and Glory. Where you begged me over and over to stay own in that triple threat match. The same match where you didn't hesitate to hold back on me. Yet, I kept getting up. No matter what you threw at me. No matter how hard you decided to hit me. You and I both know that if there's one thing I'm good at, it's being a stubborn bitch." Tongue peeks out to lick over her bottom lip, a frustrated little tick. Her right leg is bouncing up and down in a barely noticeable fashion on camera.
"I stood up for you, for once in your miserable life. I. Stood. Up. For. You! Just like I always did, just like I always have. When everyone else tried to tear you down, I was there. Me. Not anyone else. I was there to pick up the pieces, I was there to shut everything down because I loved you! I loved you when I should have given up. I loved you when everyone else told me I deserved better. I-" There's a slight break in her voice, hot tears filling her eyes. Though, she's unsure if it's from the pure anger or the hurt she feels. She sniffles, turns her head to wipe at angry tears, before turning back around.
"I don't need you to give me space, I don't need you to give me anything. I'm doing fine on my own, better than I've felt in a long time. I've got a new lease on life and if you think for a second that your pathetic little shitty remarks can bother me? You're dead fucking wrong. I'm going to make you wish you had thought twice about saying half of the bullshit you've said about me. I've done my best to remain quiet, I've only spoken up once out of frustration. But, you're crossing lines and not the kind of lines you want to cross because you of all people should know what a woman scorned is like." Her hands are curled into fists so tightly that her nails dig into her skin, drawing blood that she can feel the sting of. Yet, she ignores it as she brushes her palms onto her jeans, as if it could quell the sting.
"When you're begging me to stop stomping your stupid face into the thumbtacks. When you're begging me to stop hurting you. When you're swallowing your own goddamn teeth and blood? When you're begging me to do anything but make you feel the absolute wrath that fills me to the very core?" She can't help the humorless chuckle that escapes her. "There's no escape from this. No one is going to be there to save you from the bed you've made. You decided to disrespect me in ways that I would never disrespect you in because you want to hurt me?" A beat. "Well, I'm going to make you regret that decision when I'm the one crowned victorious and you're staring at the lights."
Savannah inhales a steady and slow breath, legs crossing over each other as she settles once more. "As far as Charli goes, I'd apologize for the anger and frustration that she's going to have to be dealt with. But, I'm not exactly sorry. I've been constantly pushed beyond my limits and everyone keeps making it worse. Wondering when poor little Savannah will finally have her psyche snap like a mere twig." She swallows back a wad of spit, staring off into the distance. "There are no happy beginnings here, Charli. No happy middles, and no happy endings. This is not some silly little game to be played. I want you to think very carefully and consider what you're getting yourself into because believe me when I say that I will not spare a single soul placed before me."
"I'm familiar with your kind. Billy Bennett is-" Savannah's brows furrow, catching herself as she tries again. "Billy Bennett was one of my best friends, my closest friend, and I thought she cared about me. But, I was sorely mistaken and Billy was nothing but another disappointment to add to the list. Though, I hear that isn't a shock to some of your family, so it should go without saying that you'll disappoint everyone as well. Because you'll be walking out of this empty handed." There's a momentary pause as Savannah nods at her own words. "Though, you're free to try your luck regardless. I know how determined someone like you can be, and if you're anything like Billy? Then, I know you'll fight your damndest, even if you come up emptyhanded."
"Much like Jason, you're just another body in my way to be laid out. I've got a lot to prove and absolutely nothing fucking left to lose and they say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned?" Savannah's head tilts slightly, though a dark look clouds her vision. "Well, hell will hath no fury on me. At the end of this all, there will be blood, sweat, tears, and so much more spilled in that ring... But, only one person will have their hand raised in victory. So, I wish you both the best of luck because you're definitely going to need it." Savannah slowly walks towards the camera, picks up her cellphone, and ends the feed. Leaving nothing but darkness in the wake of her display.
