DON'T YOU.

[Savannah Andrews.]

SOMETIMES, I REALLY WISH THAT I COULD HATE YOU.
I'VE TRIED, BUT THAT'S JUST SOMETHIN' I CAN'T DO.
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"Life has a funny way of coming around to us all, doesn't it? Especially our own worst enemies. For me, it comes in the form of one five foot, eleven inches tall Irishman who seems to hate me with every fiber of his being. In fact, that hatred is so strong that he's personally requested me to take this match because he thinks it'll put me in my place. He thinks that putting me up to such a large challenge will ever make me stop being the goddamn loudmouthed bitch that I am. Oh, boy... Do I have news for you, Jason."

There's a little smirk, Savannah stepping into view in an undisclosed location. There's a metal wall behind her, that she leans against as she shakes her head. She seems a bit amused even, though that smirk turns into a scowl a moment later.

"Ever since I've involved myself with people other than you, you've had it out for me. For what reason? Gods only know. Jealousy? Spite? Anger? All of the above? I thought we were past this already. You moved on, you're supposed to be in a loving and committed relationship... to my own stepsister of all people. Ironic, isn't it? How the tables have turned. But, I'm not going to dwell on Jason Long and the list of transgressions I have against him. I've got bigger things to worry about."

Savannah drags a chair forward, letting it drag against the floor loudly as she flips it around to sit on it backwards. Legs straddling the chair as she takes a seat finally and her arms rest against the back of the chair gently. Teeth catch her bottom lip, though it's only momentarily before she lets out a breath audibly.

"Spike Kane. I heard every single word you had to say, don't you worry. I might be nothing compared to most of the roster around here, but I put up a fight every single time I step foot in the ring. I know your backstory, all the accolades you have, your penchant for violence. Yet, you seem to know that I also have a knack for violence as well and this battle will be no different than the others I've found myself in time and time again. No offense, but you're just another roadblock put in my way by Jason Long, and I fully intend on taking you out. One way or another. By any means necessary."

A dark look crosses her eyes, though it passes within a mere glance. She collects herself, rolls her neck from left to right for a second before trying again.

"I was fully aware of the predicament I was getting into as soon as Jason decided to let me know who the challenge was. I did my homework, I watched the tapes, over and over and over again. I did everything worth doing to make sure I was at least prepared for you. I know how dangerous you can be and I seem to be a danger magnet, so this is nothing but another day on the job for me. Regardless of whether I walk out of this in one piece and breathing on my own."

A little bit of an amused grin crosses her lips as a thought comes to mind. Though, it's a mere passing thought before she shakes her head with a little laugh.

"You know, Spike, I'm sure anyone else would be like a deer in headlights when it comes to a challenge like this. But, not me, no, in fact, I for one enjoy the challenge. The thrill of the hunt, the fact that I get to step into a ring with someone who has so many accolades and yet, stands in my way... and you're right about one thing. Jason is using you as a means to hurt me. But, Jason forgets that I thrive on pain more than anyone else."

An all too pleased and wicked grin tugs at her lips, head tilting just slightly as she stares at the camera.

"I don't take any opponent lightly when it comes to stepping into the ring with them. I know that just like me, they're either looking to punish their opponent, bask in the glory of the pain, or bask in the glory of victory. Perhaps it's a combination or perhaps it's all of them for some. But, for me? Well, there's something to be said about stepping into the ring and throwing down with zero hesitation. You and Jason sure do have one thing in common though. You're both a couple of edgy fucks, so I can see why he chose you."

There's a beat of silence, though it's brief as Savannah stares off into space. To anyone else, it would seem she's distracted, but she's merely trying to pull herself together. Trying to piece together what she wants to say and how she wants to say it.

"Spike Kane, you're a twisted and deranged man. You've spilled blood countless of times over and over and over again inside and I'm sure outside of the ring. But, I'm not about to back down from a challenge, and especially not one that leads me right towards one of the deadliest matches around. I want you to give me your all, in fact, I welcome every single ounce of pain you have to throw at me. Because I fully intend to hit back as hard as I can each and every single time. So, bring your best shot, Spike... Because I'm not so easy to put down."

With those words, Savannah walks over to the camera, the feed fading into static a moment later aftet the final shot of nothing but a wicked smirk on her lips.