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Scene 1
Off Camera
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The Shot of
Adrenaline Tournament this year was a rocky road for Angelica Jones as she
started with a draw against Jake Starr and a loss to Tyler Tucker. Jones was stunned that this was happening to
her. She had made it to the semi-finals
of this same tournament last year and had hoped to at least repeat if not win
the whole damn thing this year. Many had
even predicted her as an early favorite to win the whole thing. And yet people began to doubt her as she failed
to deliver against Starr and Tucker in her first two tournament matches. The wrestling world had begun to question
whether or not she would make it past her block at all…
…one person
who never questioned and never doubted was Angelica Jones herself. She knew she could make the semi-finals
again. She knew she could go on to win
the whole thing. Something was holding
her back. Something was missing, some
fire, some spark, or some kind of magic that Angelica had last year during the
tournament that helped propel her to the semi-finals had been missing. Angelica knew that if she could just
rediscover that something special, then she still had time to run roughshod
through the rest of her block and make the semi-finals of Shot of Adrenaline.
What she lacked
was a killer instinct. Last year during
the tournament, Angelica had been willing to do anything and everything
necessary in order to advance and get points.
Last year Angelica had even gone to the point of getting her opponents
intentionally disqualified; it was a cheap and easy disqualification win, but a
win was a win and it was still two points regardless. But this year was different. This year Angelica went into Shot of
Adrenaline wanting to win it the “right way.”
She had wanted to “earn it” properly.
It took a
draw with Jake Starr and a loss to Tyler Tucker for Angelica Jones to realize
that the only “right way” and “proper way” to earn a win is to just plain win
regardless of how it comes about.
Angelica needed to throw the rulebook out the window and become the old
Angelica Jones, the vicious bitch who didn’t care about anything except
winning.
After this
change in attitude and change in strategy, things began to go quite well for
the self-proclaimed Golden Goddess. She
would go on to defeat Felicity Lansing, CHBK, Colin Cole, Kordy, and finally
James Evans to earn a total of eleven points and an automatic bid to the
semi-finals of Shot of Adrenaline.
Angelica had
succeeded in part of her goal; she had made the semi-finals of Shot of Adrenaline
in back to back years. The Retribution
pay per view is now coming up and the semi-finals and finals will be held in
that same night at that same pay per view.
Last year Angelica lost in the semi-finals to Selena Frost but this year
she hopes to change her luck. This time
Angelica faces James Evans in a rematch from the tournament. Then if she can defeat Evans she will face
the winner of Christy Matthews and Selena Frost.
Unfortunately,
Retribution and the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament are the last things on
Angelica Jones’s mind right now. She
knows she should have taken a flight from Boston, Massachusetts to Kansas City,
Missouri today, but she missed it and got a later flight. She needs to stay in Boston because she just
now got the news about her daughter being attacked by some thugs in a park.
Many
wrestling fans may hate her and despise her for the dirty tactics she uses to
get her way, but at the end of the day Angelica is still a mother and that
maternal instinct will always supersede anything and everything else that may
be going on in her life at that very moment.
At this very
moment Angelica Jones is storming her way through the front doors of
Massachusetts General Hospital. The
matriarch of the Jones family would normally want to be glitzed and glamoured
up as she went out in public, but the thought of what may have happened to her
eldest child put everything else on the backburner, including public
appearance. Angelica just threw on the first
thing she could find in her wardrobe; denim jeans, black boots, and a red
sweater.
Following
closely behind Angelica is her sister Kayla Jones and Angelica’s wife Lindsey
Carter. Kayla is similarly attired as
her older sister, wearing denim jeans, grayish tennis shoes, and a black long
sleeved “SCW” t-shirt. Lindsey Carter is
wearing black leggings underneath a floral print dress with a hemline that
stops just below the knee. Carter is
perched atop black high heeled pumps.
Angelica
makes it to the front desk first and pounds her fists upon the marble counter
top. She receptionist turns and smiles
politely at the clearly enraged Boston native.
One can only imagine what is going through her mind…
“May I help you?”
“Damn right you can help me!” Angelica
exclaims. “Where is my daughter?!”
The
receptionist frowns. She knows Angelica
is upset but she tries to maintain some semblance of a professional appearance
and attitude through this ordeal.
“What is your daughter’s name?”
“Jones.
Marie Annabelle Jones.”
Angelica
says this through gritted teeth. She
wanted to shout but her younger sister Kayla’s comforting hand upon her
shoulder sent her a message telling her that she needed to calm herself down
before this got out of hand. The
receptionist just smiles politely as she knows exactly what Angelica needs to
hear.
“Oh yes, Ms. Jones and Mr. Pond; they were
taken back awhile ago. They should be
out anytime now.”
The
receptionist points towards a waiting area with comfortable looking brown
chairs and a matching brown leather sofa.
Potted plants, a lamp, and a few pictures decorate this waiting room
area and there are various magazines located on a couple of tables located in
the room.
“If you could just wait there in our waiting
room, I am sure they will be out soon.”
Angelica
would rather just shout obscenities right now.
She is very hard to control, especially when her oldest daughter is
concerned. Angelica has said on more
than one occasion that Marie is the glue that helps her to maintain some level
of sanity. No one knows quite sure what
sets Marie apart from Angelica’s other children, but she does. So when Marie is attacked and hurt like this,
it sets Angelica off into a rage. Kayla
knows this and continues to massage her older sister’s shoulders in an attempt
to calm her down. Angelica finally sighs
and just nods her head.
“Fine…”
Angelica
leads the way as she, Kayla, and Lindsey make their way over towards the
waiting area. Angelica immediately sits
down in the center of the brown leather sofa.
Kayla Jones sits to her sister’s right and Lindsey sits to Angelica’s
left. Lindsey rests her head on
Angelica’s shoulder, hoping this will comfort her. Meanwhile Kayla stares directly into
Angelica’s eyes.
“Angel, you know what Marie told you
earlier. She is fine.”
Angelica
nods her head in agreement. Kayla is
referencing a twitter exchange Angelica had with her eldest daughter in which
Marie assured her that, despite a few bumps and bruises, she was fine. But whether she is physically fine or not is
irrelevant to Angelica. The fact is that
someone hurt her daughter and she is enraged.
“I know…”
“Then calm down.”
Angelica
glares daggers right through Kayla. If
looks could kill, her sister would be dead right now.
“It’s not that fucking easy, Kayla, and you
know it!”
Kayla
continues to stare directly into the eyes of her sister, refusing to back
down. Eventually the tension lifts as
Angelica sighs and just shakes her head.
“I…I’m sorry, Kayla. I’m just upset…you know?”
Kayla places
a hand on her sister’s knee.
“I know and you have every right to be. But Marie is fine. She said so herself.”
“Yeah, she is fine, but someone hurt her,
Kay. You know it, I know it, and I want
to make whoever hurt her pay for this shit.”
Kayla shakes
her head in disbelief.
“You’re overreacting, sis.”
“Like hell I’m overreacting!”
Kayla
frowns.
“Even if Marie knew who it was that
assaulted her and her boyfriend tonight, it would be absolutely ridiculous of
you to track them down and exact revenge in some Frank Castle style beating.”
“Kayla is right…”
Lindsey’s
voice breaks its silence. Angelica turns
her head to gaze into her wife’s eyes.
“…let the police do their job. The only job you have right now is to be a
mother to your daughter.”
“Look at me, Angel…”
Angelica
turns to face Kayla know. Kayla is looking deadly serious at this point as she
prepares to chime in.
“There was another person who thought
exactly the way you are thinking right now.
Do you know who that person is?”
“No…”
“Our father.
The ever-illustrious Bart Jones took the revenge route after mom was
murdered.”
Tears are
welling up in Angelica’s eyes as she remembers the day her and Kayla’s mother
was murdered. Kayla’s eyes begin to well
up with tears as well but she does a better job of maintaining her composure as
she continues speaking.
“Don’t you see? You are becoming our father. You are making the same mistakes he
made. And you remember what happened to
you, to me…to both of us…”
Lindsey
hands Angelica a tissue. Angelica thanks
her for it before taking the tissue and dabbing her eyes. Angelica wads up the tissue and then looks at
Kayla, trying to force a smile upon her face.
“You’re right. I shouldn’t take the revenge route. I do not want to make the mistakes dad made.”
In a
spontaneous moment, Angelica and Kayla and Lindsey join in a giant three-way
hug. Angelica may be on an emotional
roller coaster right now but that is to be expected for a mother who hears
about their child being hurt. Kayla and
Lindsey are just thankful that they have finally talked Angelica down from the
cliff she was standing on. She was ready
to jump off, throw everything away in favor of revenge. Luckily, they have calmed her down.
It isn’t
very long after the hug commences that the door opens. The trio do not notice anything until someone
else in the room clears their throat loud enough to make their presence
known. Angelica, Kayla, and Lindsey all
three look up simultaneously in time to see Marie Jones with her boyfriend turned
fiancée Arthur Pond standing there in the waiting room.
“Marie!”
The surge of
emotion returns to Angelica Jones as she jumps up from the sofa and rushes to
greet her daughter with a tight hug and kiss.
While Angelica gives Marie as much love as she can, Kayla and Lindsey go
to Arthur to check on him. Angelica and
Marie break the embrace and both mother and daughter share a light-hearted
laugh.
“You act as if I was dying, mom.”
“You know me, I worry terribly about you.”
Marie
chuckles and nods her head.
“I know, you worry about me too much. I told you I was fine.”
“I know but I’m your mother and it’s my job
to worry.”
“Well I’m fine. Besides, don’t you have a flight to Kansas
City to catch?”
Angelica
shakes her head.
“I scheduled a new flight. Kansas City and SCW Retribution will be there
regardless of when I arrive. And I have
plenty of time to prepare for Shot of Adrenaline. And hell, even if I lose to James Evans in
the semi-finals or to Matthews or Frost in the finals, there’s always next year
and there’s always another Shot of Adrenaline Tournament.”
She runs a
hand through Marie’s long red hair.
“But I only have one of you and you are more
important to me than the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament or the Adrenaline
Championship.”
Marie smirks
knowingly.
“I’m kind of surprised to hear you say that.
I thought winning was all that mattered to you?”
“Winning means a great deal to me and yes, I
will do whatever it takes to win the Shot of Adrenaline, but I’m not going to
try to win at the expense of my own daughter’s livelihood and well-being.”
Kayla
approaches Marie next and embraces her with a tight hug.
“Great to
see you are doing ok, Marie.”
“Thanks,
Aunt Kayla.”
“So, we know
you and Arthur were assaulted but specifically what happened?”
Arthur knows
the story so he doesn’t really listen, but Angelica, Kayla, and Lindsey all
listen closely and intently as Marie recounts the events of the evening…
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Flashback
A Few Hours
Earlier
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Arthur
turns and, with Marie still in his arms, walks down from off the grassy knoll
in the field and begins to head towards his car, which is located not too far
away. In fact, it can be seen from the
knoll where they were just sitting. It
is parked on a dirt road a few yards away.
And Marie, all she has to do is relax and allow herself to be
carried. All she has to do is relax and
allow herself to be treated like a queen, like royalty. Someone loves her for who she is and she
enjoys this. It makes her feel special.
The pair
make it to the car and Arthur gently puts her back down on her feet. He then reaches over and opens the
passenger's side door for her. Marie
kisses him again on the lips before getting inside. Arthur leans over and whispers into her
ear...
“I love
you...”
Arthur
shuts the door and walks over to the driver's side. He opens the door and gets inside. He reaches for his keys but is then startled
by the sound of screeching tires off in the distance.
“Did you
hear that?”
Marie
nods her head, looking out the window for the source of the sound. Then she and Arthur look forward and notice
one car coming their way...
“LOOK
OUT!”
Marie
turns around and looks out the back window and sees another car coming that
direction...
“BEHIND
US TOO!”
Marie and
Arthur try to get the doors opened but are too slow. The cars slam into them at the same time, one
in front and one in back, sandwiching them inside in what appears to be a
really bad wreck. It isn't long until
two men, one from each car, gets out.
Neither looks too good as they are stumbling about. Both are wearing dark clothing, perhaps to
avoid being recognized.
One of
the men goes to the passenger's side door and notices Marie slumped over. He calls out to his friend.
“The
whore is over here...”
The man's
partner walks over and joins him. They
open the passenger's side door and jerk Marie out of the car as roughly as
possible. One man holds her in place as the other punches her as hard as he can
repeatedly, again and again, over and over, in her stomach. Eventually the drop her. She tries to push herself up onto her hands
and knees and but one of the men kicks her hard in the ribcage. Marie begins coughing up blood...
“LEAVE
HER ALONE!”
Finally
Arthur has managed to pull himself out of the vehicle. He stumbles over to the passenger's side,
hoping to defend Marie, but in his current condition, and against the two on
one odds, you can guess how this will turn out.
As soon
as Arthur gets over there, one of the men turns and blasts him with a right
hand that drops him to the ground. He
tries to get up but the other man kicks him in the head, knocking him
unconscious.
“Our
advice, comrade...dump the Jones bitch, or your life will become a lot more
exciting, and not in a good way.”
The man
who said that looks over at his partner.
“Do you think
the message will be received?”
The other
one nods his head.
“Loud and clear, comrade.
Loud and clear.”
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End
Flashback
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Marie sighs,
she’s told and re-told this story to the police several times tonight and it
still gives her trouble.
“And that’s what happened.”
Angelica
frowns. She gazes at Marie as if a
lightbulb is going off in her head.
“Wait…they knew who you were?”
“Well they knew I was a Jones at least.”
“Did you see their faces?”
Marie shakes
her head.
“No, it was too dark.”
“Did you recognize their voices?”
“Quit interrogating her, Angel.”
Kayla scolds
her older sister but Angelica is insistent as she shakes her head.
“No, it’s important because this could be
someone we know.”
“Remember what I said about not seeking
revenge?”
Angelica
ignores her sister’s pleas as she repeats her last question.
“Did you recognize their voices?”
“No but…”
“But what?”
“…I did notice one rather odd thing about
them.”
“What was it?”
“Well, they had Russian accents.”
A cold,
angry glare grows across Angelica’s face.
All of Kayla and Lindsey’s attempts to calm her down earlier have now
gone out the window in failure. Angelica
is once again enraged as she has a sneaking suspicion as to what is going on.
“Angelica…calm down…”
Kayla’s
words fall upon deaf ears.
“Anastasia.”
“We do not know that. Do not jump to
conclusions.”
“She warned us, Kay! She threatened us, remember?”
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Flashback
One Week
Earlier
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“So you wanted our father, but you found us
instead?”
“Right, because I want you to arrange a
meeting between me and our otets.”
“Why?”
“Revenge.” Anastasia’s smile turns cold
and sinister. “He abandoned me in
Moscow. Surely you can empathize with my
plight.”
She points
at Angelica. “He abandoned you to a
Catholic convent and mental illness and attempted suicide.”
She points
at Kayla. “He abandoned you to an abusive
drunk who beat and molested you damn near every night.”
Anastasia
motions to herself. “He abandoned me as
well and all I want is revenge. I can
get revenge for all of us. All you need
to do is to tell me where he is and our business is done.”
Angelica and
Kayla exchange looks.
“What do you think?” Kayla asks.
“I think our answer is pretty clear.”
“I agree.”
Kayla turns
and glares back at Anastasia.
“No way!”
“But our otets has hurt you in much the same
way he hurt me…”
“We may have our issues with our
father. Sometimes I hate the man’s
guts. But he is still our father and one
thing me and Angelica will never do is betray our blood. And you, you are NOT our blood.”
Anastasia
sighs and shakes her head. “Wrong answer,
sestra.”
“Wrong answer?”
Anastasia
grins, despite being rejected.
“Yes, that was the wrong answer. You have set yourselves up as my enemies and
now I must go to greater lengths to achieve my goals.”
“What are you going to do?” Angelica
demands.
“Wait and see!” Anastasia says giggling.
“All I shall say is this, you will regret
your rejection and before the year is
out, I will not only have my revenge but you will beg and plead on your hands
and knees to be my family.”
Anastasia
walks off and Angelica and Kayla stare at her, nervously.
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End
Flashback
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“She threatened us and set this up to get at
us!”
Kayla
frowns.
“So you’re suggesting that Anastasia put a
hit out on your daughter?”
“Yes…I mean no…I mean…”
Angelica
sighs and shrugs her shoulders.
“I don’t know.”
Kayla wraps
an arm around Angelica’s shoulder.
“You’re overreacting.”
Angelica
nods her head.
“Yeah, I guess I am. Those were just thugs who happened to be of
Russian descent. They recognized Marie
because she is a celebrity. It doesn’t
mean Anastasia had anything to do with it, right?”
“That’s right.”
Angelica
looks up at Marie.
“Have you and Arthur been released?”
“Yeah…”
“Great, then let’s go.”
Angelica
leads the way out of the waiting room with Kayla and Lindsey following behind
and Marie and Arthur behind them.
Angelica feels some relief as she hopes and prays that this ordeal with
her daughter being attacked is just a random attack and has ended. Kayla, Lindsey, and Marie just hope that
Angelica will not overreact and blow another gasket. They are relieved that, at least for now, she
has once again calmed down.
The family
walks on past the receptionist. Lindsey Carter stays behind to inquire about
and to take care of any bills that may have been incurred. The rest exit the Massachusetts General
Hospital, entering the nighttime parking lot area. Once they are outside…
“Hello, sestra…”
Angelica and
Kayla both turn their attention towards the sound of the voice. Off in the distance, barely visible in the
dim light of the street lamp, is a feminine figure. The voice sounds Russian and Angelica knows
it must be Anastasia. Kayla can sense
Angelica’s anger returning so she snatches her older sister by the arm.
“Don’t go anywhere, sis…”
Angelica
jerks her arm away and then glares at Kayla.
“Stay here.”
“Don’t you dare go over there!” Kayla
exclaims. “You are not in the right frame
of mind!”
“Trust me…”
Angelica
pulls away from Kayla and then walks over towards the female figure standing
under the lamppost. Angelica approaches
not so cautiously, but instead with a determined stride. As soon as she gets there and can see the
woman face to face, she can tell she was right…it is Anastasia.
“What do you want?”
“Is that any way to greet me, sestra?”
“Considering the events of tonight…yes, that
is a perfectly acceptable way to greet you.
You’re lucky I didn’t just take your head off.”
Anastasia
smirks.
“So angry…”
“Quit with the bullshit and tell me what you
want.”
“I heard about little Annabelle. I wished to check on my plemyannitsa.”
“Your what?!”
“My niece,”
she winks at Angelica “I wished to check
on my niece.”
Angelica
reaches out and snatches Anastasia by the throat.
“She is NOT your niece!”
Anastasia
surprisingly shows no fear of what Angelica might do. All Angelica has to do is squeeze and it
could be over. Realizing this, Kayla
comes rushing over to intervene.
“Angelica…let her go!”
“No!” Angelica exclaims. “She knows something about this!”
“You don’t know that!”
“I’d listen to your sestra,” Anastasia
says with a slight chuckle “besides, do
you really want to do this out here in such a public place?”
Angelica
pauses to consider those words and the veiled threat. She is right.
This is too public of a place to do this. Angelica releases her. Anastasia backs away, smirking
knowingly. Angelica can sense that
knowing smirk and points an accusatory finger at her.
“Tell me, what happened to my daughter
tonight and how were you involved?”
“Which one?”
Angelica
glares angrily at her.
“Don’t play games!”
“I am not playing games. I am asking you a simple question. Which daughter are you referring to? You have been placing so much focus and so
much attention towards your one child you seem to forget the other two. I would hate to think that something has
happened to them.”
Angelica’s
eyes grow wide as a sense of fear washes over her. She looks over at Kayla.
“Kayla…call Corey’s cell phone.”
Kayla, who
had already figured that was the best move, puts the phone to her ear, nodding.
“Already on it.”
Angelica and
Anastasia stare at one another as Kayla waits for an answer. She receives one...
“Where are you?...Durham?...Ok, just checking…no
don’t ask. Bye.”
Kayla hangs
up the phone and looks at Angelica.
“Corey is in North Carolina at Duke
University. She’s safe.”
“And what about Kelly?”
“She was still at the house when we left.”
“Call the house.”
Kayla once
again has the phone pressed to her ear.
“On it…”
Kayla
waits. And she waits. The longer she waits the more and more
worried and nervous Angelica and Kayla both grow. Finally Kayla gives up and
hangs up the phone.
“No answer.”
Angelica and
Kayla both turn and glare at Anastasia who is now backing away slowly with a
knowing grin on her face.
“It appears as if you need to check on
little Kelly. It’s ok…we can catch up
later, my sestry.”
Angelica and
Kayla watch as Anastasia disappears into the night.
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Scene 2
Off Camera
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It is
normally a rather fast drive from the hospital back to the familial Jones home
in Boston, Massachusetts but tonight it seems to take longer than ever, mainly
because Angelica needs to get home as soon as she can to check on her daughter…
“Drive faster!”
That’s the
voice of Angelica Jones shouting at her wife Lindsey Carter. Lindsey volunteered to drive, primarily
because she is the only one in the right frame of mind right now. Had Kayla, Angelica, or Marie been driving they
would be breaking every speed law in the books, and Arthur is still in no
condition to drive period.
“Try to calm down, Angel.” Lindsey says
soothingly. “We’ll be there as soon as we
can.”
“That’s not good enough!” Angelica
exclaims. “Something may have happened to
my daughter!”
“If something has happened, then getting
there quicker will not make things any better.”
Angelica
remains silent. She knows Lindsey is
right, as painful as it may be to admit.
Still, she wants to get there as soon as she can so that she can at
least try to do something. Kayla
meanwhile shakes her head with disappointment…
“I…I’m sorry, Angel…”
“What are you sorry for?”
“I’m sorry I doubted you.”
Kayla sighs
as she tries to wipe tears from her eyes.
“It appears you were right about Anastasia.”
“Well we…we still don’t know for sure. We don’t know if anything has happened to
Kelly and even if it something has happened to Kelly, maybe Anastasia was just
being mean?”
Kayla shrugs
her shoulders.
“Maybe…”
The sisters
know that they are deluding themselves.
They have a sense that there is something seriously wrong with
Anastasia. They just cannot put their
finger on it. Marie, meanwhile gets up
close to Angelica and Kayla gets up close as well. The three Jones women try to comfort one
another until, finally, Lindsey pulls into the long drive of the Jones estate.
“We’re here.”
Lindsey
pulls the car to the front door.
Angelica quickly leaps over her daughter and sister and then exits the
car before anyone else can get out.
Angelica makes a bee-line towards the front door of the home and
notices, rather disturbingly, that it is already open.
“Not good…”
Angelica
pushes the door open and steps inside.
“KELLY!”
There is no
answer but the lights are off. Angelica
walks over towards the living room area and flips on the lights as she steps
inside. She gasps at what she sees. The entire room is damn near turned upside
down with overturned coffee tables, smashes plants and smashed windows,
overturned sofas and chairs. There is
one other thing that she takes notice of…a note, stuck to the side of the wall with
a dagger.
Angelica
rushes over and snatches the note away from the dagger. A photograph happens to be attached to the
note. She stares at the note blankly,
for it is in Russian…
Мы хотим, чтобы Симпсон. Дайте нам Симпсона в
обмен на вашей дочери.
(Translation:
We want Simpson. Give us Simpson in
exchange for your daughter.)
Angelica
drops the note and then looks at the photograph. She starts crying as she notices the
photograph is of her daughter Kelly…
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On Camera
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The sky is
bright and blue in Kansas City, Missouri on this lovely day. The sun is shining allowing us to see the
brilliance that is this lovely monument before our very eyes. On the far left and far right of the screen
are two marble buildings and in the center is a towering spear like structure
reaching up high into the heavens.
Underneath the center tower is a memorial placard which reads “World War
1 Memorial” in gold lettering. From
stage right Angelica Jones walks in, wearing a sophisticated black stretch-knit
boat neck sheath dress that gives off the impression of a woman who is all
business. Her feet are encased in black
high heeled pumps. Black sunglasses
cover her eyes.
“Behind me is the National World War 1
Museum and Memorial. Work on the site
began in 1921 and was not completed until 1926.
Eighty years later, in 2006, it was declared a National Historical
Landmark and then in 2014 finally US President Barack Obama signed legislation
recognizing the memorial as a national memorial. And what you see behind me, that towering
pillar reaching into the heavens towards God himself, should stand as a stark
reminder of what happens when we do not learn from the past.”
Kayla Jones
walks into the scene from stage right, carrying a German flag with her. She walks across the scene with the flag
until she exits the scene stage left.
“Germany should be the main focus here
because they started all of the trouble in World War 1. They stirred up all that shit and got the war
started. Due to Germany’s actions across
Europe, so many other European nations and even the United States was pulled
into it. And we know the rest of the
story, right? They got their asses
handed to them, they were defeated, and that was that. The world thought that no war could match the
violence and bloodshed of that war. That
was why they called it the War To End All Wars.
And had Germany learned from their past mistakes then maybe that truly
would have been the War To End All Wars, and the allied victory would have
meant something…”
She motions
to the monument behind her.
“…now don’t get me wrong, the men and women
who died fighting for the United States didn’t die for nothing, but consider
the fact that the world allowed Germany to go back to their old tricks and
return to making the same old mistakes again and again, consider the fact that
Germany was allowed to start yet another war, another world war, and more
American, British, and other brave allies had to die to stop Germany again.”
Kayla starts
to march in from stage left carrying a Nazi flag. Angelica begins to freak out when she sees
this.
“What the hell is that?!”
“You told me to bring this out when you
started to talk about World War 2.”
“No I didn’t. That was Marie’s idea.”
Kayla frowns
before tossing the Nazi flag aside.
“The people watching probably think I’m a racist now?”
“Yeah, probably.”
Kayla shakes
her head with disgust.
“I’m gonna kill my niece.”
She marches
off screen angrily looking for Marie. Angelica
turns her attention back to the camera.
“Trust me, folks! My sister is NOT a racist! She is a Bernie Sanders supporter! Now where was I?”
Angelica
scratches her chin as if in deep thought.
Then she snaps her fingers as she suddenly remembers.
“Oh yeah!
Germany! Germany was allowed to
make the same old mistakes once again and once again they had to be
defeated. Only this time they were
punished much more severely for their crimes.
After starting two world wars their country was split in half for an
entire generation. It wasn’t until
October 3rd of 1990 until Germany reunited again. By that time Germany had definitely learned
from its past mistakes because it has not caused any problems since then.”
Jones
motions to herself.
“I am Germany…
“So you’re a Nazi?”
The voice
comes from off camera. Angelica turns to
the right and glares angrily.
“SHUT UP, MARIE!”
“Sorry…”
Angelica
turns back to face the camera.
“Anyway, I’m the one who made it to the
semi-finals of The Shot of Adrenaline Tournament last year and last year I came
so close to winning it all and I probably would have had it not been for a few
dumbass mistakes I made against Selena Frost…I’ll get back to you in a moment
Ice Bitch…but my mistakes, such as overconfidence as well as being too weak to
fight a submission hold, caused me to lose in the semi-final round last year.”
Angelica
shakes her head.
“Not this time. This time is going to be very different,
because unlike Germany during World War 1 and World War 2, and unlike everyone
else, I learn from my mistakes. I can
recognize my faults and my errors and I can fix them. I made it a point after tapping out to Selena
Frost last year that kind of humiliation and embarrassment would never again happen
to me and that the next year I would avenge that loss.”
Angelica
extends her arms, outstretching them to either side in almost a crucifix like
pose.
“So here I am, one year later and I have
returned to Retribution, I have returned to the semi-finals of the Shot of Adrenaline
Tournament along with my fellow semi-finalists James Evans, Selena Frost, and
SCW Adrenaline Champion Christy Matthews.
Now Selena, I do hope you manage to make it to the finals, because the
finals is the only way I will get to have my ideal ending and my ideal ending
is against none other than you, sweet-cheeks.
You made me tap out…”
She shakes
her head.
“…no one makes me tap out. You can talk out your ass all day long about
how you are believer, you believe this and you believe that, but the fact is
that all you did was motivate me to run through every other obstacle in my path
for an entire year until the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament came back, so I
could destroy anyone and everyone in my path just to avenge my loss at last
year’s tournament. And if I could avenge
that loss by defeating you, well that’s just icing on the cake. And if it is you and me in the finals, then
let me tell you that it will take more than your fucking belief to save you
from me breaking you in half.”
She shrugs
her shoulders.
“But who knows if you will even make it to
the tournament? You lost already to
Christy Matthews, didn’t you? And that’s
just the person you’ll be facing in your semi-final round. Christy Matthews melted the little ice
bitch. Oh well, knowing you, you’ll
probably fail once again, so maybe I’d better focus on Christy instead?”
Angelica
waves at the camera.
“Hi there, Christy! You apparently have taken Red Rayne’s spot as
the dominant figure in this year’s Shot of Adrenaline Tournament, or so
everyone else says…”
Angelica
shakes her head.
“…but I’m not everyone else. Last year the only reason Red Rayne won the
tournament is because she never fought me.
Had it been me and her in the finals, it would’ve ended differently for
Red. And you’re not the only dominant
figure in this year’s tournament. I have only lost once in this entire
tournament and I have NEVER been pinned or made to submit in this year’s
tournament. So if it’s you in the finals
against me, I will prove to you and to the entire world watching that the only
reason you have been so dominant this year is because you haven’t fought me
yet. I do not lose unless I make a
mistake and this year I have been flawless!”
Angelica
grins.
“Oh but here I am, getting way ahead of
myself. I should be focusing on my
semi-final opponent, shouldn’t I? I should be focusing on James Evans.”
Angelica
removes her sunglasses and tucks them away in the neck of her dress. We can now see the intensity in her eyes.
“You’re lucky to be going into these
semi-finals, James. The hard, sad truth is
that you don’t really belong in the semi-finals with the rest of us. Do you want to know why? You’re pathetic. You are a loser. And no, I’m not underestimating you, I am
just stating who at what you are. You
had to ride Jake Starr’s coattails to even get a tag title bid. Don’t think I forgot how you helped that
jackass feud with The Sisterhood. How
did that little tag team experiment work out for you, by the way? Not too well, I take it. And so here you are, back in singles action,
where by some damnable miracle you made the semi-finals of Shot of Adrenaline.”
She shakes
her head.
“It’s pathetic because you are coming in as
a loser. You lost to me once already and
yet me and everyone else watching is supposed to think that this semi-final
match somehow someway could be different?
It isn’t going to be any different, James. You were lucky to make it this far, perhaps
the luckiest son of a bitch in of the four of us remaining, but your luck will
run out right here in Kansas City when I kick your ass at Retribution for a second
time and this time kicking your ass won’t award with me a mere two points, it
will award me with an appearance in the finals of the Shot of Adrenaline
Tournament…”
She points a
long slender finger at the camera.
“…because right now you are the only person
standing in my way of not just avenging a humiliating loss from last year, but
you are standing in the way of retribution itself. I will have my vengeance, I will have my
retribution, and I will win the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament, and there is
nothing you, Selena Frost, or Christy Matthews can do about it except take
notes, watch a master at work, and try to learn from the mistakes you make,
because next year might be your year…if I allow it. But this year is not your year, ladies and
gentleman. This year is my year. Live with it.”
The camera
fades to black.
