PWP 16: Angela Fortin vs. Savannah vs. Ricky Valero

Fade in on Savannah , sitting on the top turnbuckle of her practice ring. She smiles at the camera as she slips off her perch and nods to the people watching.

"Just a couple of thoughts before the big triple threat match this coming Halloween.



First off, it’s great to have the PWP back in action again, and I look forward to coming around here and matching myself up with some of the best fighters around.
"

The smile that had been on Savannah's face to start quickly vanished.


"That said, Fancesca? I’m still coming off two bitches who drove companies I worked for and loved into the ground. Don’t be a third one.



I mean this! Screw this up and I promise you that I will take you apart as a warning to the fourth!
"

The smile returns slowly as she paces a bit, although it's more of a smirk at present.


"Speaking of the dead. Ricky, I seem to remember you coming into IWF as I was making my forced exit in order to pursue a certain jackass. Back then I thought your gimmick was cute.



You heard me, cute.



Body paint and posturing doesn’t matter for shit. What matters is your ability in the ring. Save the monster costume for the trick or treaters. Saturday, I want to see the monster.
"

A few more steps, then she turns to face the camera again, her smile more businesslike.


"Don’t think I ‘m forgetting about you, Angela. I’ve seen your bio, it’s good. I have a feeling that you and I are going to be fighting over who gets to kick little Ricky’s ass the most.



But, in the end, I’m sure that even with your special training I’m going to be the one making the pin, not you. You’ve just had a little training, while I’ve had half a lifetime’s experience kicking ass!
"


Savannah slips out of the ring as the scene fades out.