"One more time."
Savannah chuckles. She's leaning into the corner of the ring she now wrestle in at the Combat Zone.
"No, no talking Daft Punk hits here. I'm a 'Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger' girl myself. What I'm talking about is Jordan Caliband and me, going one more time around the ring."
Another smile as she straightens up, giving the camera a better angle to look at.
"Frankly, I'm sorry it's just a regular match. We had both promised an all out battle, the least Josh could have done is to make it a battlefield. "
She shrugs. looking away from the camera for a second.
"Yes, I know I'm a bit late to protest. I've been busy the past couple of weeks, all right? What with Tim getting out of his coma, me getting fired and having to set up shop at a new fed on a more permanent basis than I had wanted? Can you blame a girl for not looking at the card?
It IS too bad though. Josh? If you're looking at this you still have time to put some fun into this tie breaker."
She settles down into the corner again, crossing her arms over her chest. Pity.
"Now, I'm not going to go off and say how I'm going to destroy Jordan- or some shit like that. We both know that isn't going to happen. We are both going into this match knowing full well what the other can do- because it's been done before.
All I can say is that you'd better be bringing the A- game Jordan. Because I'm bringing an ass kicking you'll never forget if you slip up just one little bit!"
She smiled at the camera.
"Of course, we could come up with something wicked for PWP 10 to keep this thing going…
See you in Atlanta."
