PWP 7: All Win, No Sin - Trishelle Jordan vs. Savannah

Our scene opens up in the out doors, a beach. From the background one coulf guess Rio de Janeiro- and would be right.

On the beach sits Savannah, tablet in hand, showing off quite a bit more skin than she has in pevious promos- dangerous amounts, to be exact.

She notices the camera and smiles, putting the tablet down for a moment.

Savannah
Trishelle Jordan

Girl next door, cheerleader, diva.

That's what your bio says, right below the picture of you- half naked, looking at the camera as if you're ready to wrestle in a different ring.

Savannah picks up the tablet again, admiring the picture. She then puts it down again and shrugs, looking away from the camera a moment.

Savannah
Of course, you're going to say that that bio has nothing to do with you anymore. That you've changed since then, become more than just a ring slut.

Sav smiles at the camera.

Savannah
I mean, this was way back in February of last year! Lots of things can happen in a year!

I should know.

But, then again, Not having anything more relevant to who you are now- like the bio you were supposed to send to Josh- means I gotta go with what I know. Or what Google can tell me.

Now, I'm not going to be like so many others- like Sharky, for instance- who just have to mention your past bed hopping ways.  That's not important. What's improtant is your history as a wrestler.

Savannah waves a hand, as if trying to wave away the things she could say.

Savannah
Besides.. only saw two real mentions of it. And one was Sharky- we both know what that means.

And.. Well Josh is right. According to what I can dig up you are a very skilled fighter- and skilled in FCA.

I like FCA… I like Hardcore. Wonder if Josh is watching this?

That gets a chuckle out of the Wild Cat.

Savannah
A match between the  two of us? Looks like heaven, for at least one of us.

Not you, Trish. Me. For you, it's only gonna be several different flavors of hell- at least as far as Josh is letting us go- or as far as I can get away with.

You see, Trish, like I said things can change in a year- or in three months. Past few months have been a shit storm for me. At first I was.. well depressed. My work suffered- this swork, wrestling- it suffered because my heart wasn't in my matches. I just couldn't find the spark to go out there and take people apart like they so richly deserved.

Savannah begins to rise from her towel, the camera following her.

Savannah
Most of that was because of people around me, but all that's changed. Y'see, Trish, I came to a realization recently, and that's this: Not only do the suits in this world suck- so do a lot of the wrestlers.

So, I'm now treating them as I would any suit. I give respect when I get it- and when I get fucked with- I fuck harder.

Especially my opponents in the ring. This is why it now sucks to be you because girl, I've got some real issues coming down the pike- and you're conveniently in my path.

Another chuckle.

Savannah
Lucky you.

Now, I could say a lot of bullshit about how I'm going to do things to you that they won't be able to show on TV- but I think you deserve better than that for  you return to the ring.

So, bring your best, girl. Unsheathe the claws and let's go at it woman to woman. Let's send the guys home with a reminder of what a girl can do.

Savannah begins to gather her stuff together, ready to leave.

Savannah
Let's mix some nightmares in with their wet dreams. See you in the ring.