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What I Want
On Camera
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I don’t like saying I told you so, but…well ok I lied, I
really do like saying I told you so! So
I’ll shout it from the highest hilltops to anyone who will listen…
I TOLD YOU SO!
I told you that Nate Lawson was nothing. I told you that his MMA background didn’t
matter, I told you what happened last Mayhem was a fluke, dumb luck on his
part. And most importantly I told you
that I would destroy him and at Darkness Within I did just that. I destroyed him. Nate Lawson was beaten within an inch of his
life at the 02 Arena and left lying in the center of the ring.
Oh but a mere victory would not have been enough for the
leeches, the fans of FWA. I had to make
a statement and so I went back and I ripped and I tore at his lower back. His cries of agony were like music to my
ears. The sound of bones breaking was
lovely, soothing noise.
Now the man Lincoln Booth claimed was going to be the next
big thing here in FWA is not even in FWA any longer. Apparently the beating I gave him at Darkness
Within was enough to frighten the little bitch to run away.
Nate Lawson is gone because he couldn’t take the heat. And that should serve notice to the rest of the
FWA roster because I am going to be bringing the heat each and every time I
step into the ring. There is a reason
that the world called me Firestar during the early part of my wrestling career
and that’s because I do bring the heat and I burn my opposition alive.
But I’m no longer Firestar.
I haven’t been Firestar in a long time.
Now I am known as The Golden Goddess and that is because I have one goal
in this industry…
…to be a champion, to have gold wrapped around my sexy
gorgeous waist.
Nate Lawson was nothing more than a distraction and now that
he is done and finished I am going to move forward. Unfortunately moving forward I am met with
yet another distraction named Mya Denton.
Is this your idea of a joke, FWA? Or are you just giving me the night off? These distractions, first Nate and now Mya,
will not stand FWA. You know what I want
and my patience is growing thin. I want
a shot at championship gold and I’m tired of waiting around. I am going to take it.
I will make an example out of Mya Denton and then you will
have no choice but to give me what I want.
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Peace Summit
Off Camera
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Wrestling is not what it used to be. Many of the veterans of this industry fondly
remember the times when wrestling was just about two warriors in a ring
battling for supremacy, back when it was merely a competitive sport and nothing
more, nothing less. Unfortunately for
the veterans who remember the good old days, the one thing that remains the
same throughout time and history is change.
Everything changes. Things evolve
over time and adapt to a new environment and that includes professional
wrestling. Gone are the days of fighting
for pride, fighting for the spirit of competition. Nowadays many compare professional wrestling
to a glorified soap opera. Instead of
fighting for pride and honor or the spirit of competition people fight over
ruined friendships, families fight one another in a modern day reenactment of Romeo
and Juliet, and of course there is the big three that finally infiltrated the
ancient art of wrestling just as it infiltrated every other aspect of life;
sexy, money, and drugs.
Angelica Jones came into the industry just as things started
to shift away from pure competition and to a more personal, soap opera-ish
style. Angelica herself was quickly
sucked into this way of thinking, for she became a wrestler out of a sense of
vengeance and anger at society and her father, who had abandoned her when she
was a teenager. That rage fueled her as
she trained, not letting her give up as the lessons grew more and more
difficult. That rage continued to drive
her forward as she entered the professional wrestling industry and it drove her
towards her first world heavyweight championship.
Soap opera has fully taken over an industry that was once
about pride and honor and Angelica is disappointed. The Future Wrestling Alliance itself is not
immune to the effects of soap opera upon the industry. For when the Boston native signed with FWA
she signed into a company where then world champion Isis Derrida was willing to
assault her uncle (by marriage) in order to retain the title against Glory
Braddock. She signed into a company
where two brothers who formerly were about honor and pride sold out to Isis
Derrida.
Jones realized that she didn’t make things much better. She had threw her lot in with Dante and Scott
Wilson, fully knowing that her family was part of a rival faction known as
Apocalypse. Her daughters, Jessica
Lasiewicz and Marie Jones, and her cousin Glory Braddock, were all on the
opposite end of this battle.
She hates the thought of potentially fighting her daughters,
though she realizes that one day it will happen. She knows that it will become inevitable due
to the simple fact that they are on opposite teams. She just hopes they understand. She just hopes that they understand that for
her this is not personal, this is business.
Business…it’s a word Angelica hates. She hates the business aspect of this
industry and for that reason she is thankful for Samantha Hodgson. Samantha is her agent and for several months
now has been handling her affairs for her.
Samantha tells Angelica what to do outside the ring and Angelica gets
the job done in the ring. They are a
perfect pair and this set-up helps Angelica escape from most of the backstage
drama. She just lets Samantha deal with
it.
Darkness Within has come to a close here at the 02 Arena and
the clicking of silver heeled strappy sandals across the concrete floor signify
that Angelica Jones is heading down the hall.
To go with her sandals she is wearing luminous gold sequins and metallic
threads that highlight the embroidered lace blossoming atop a scalloped sheath
dress that stop just above her knees.
Her long blonde hair hangs to shoulder length.
The sound of joyous celebration and jubilation can be heard,
telling Angelica that she is nearing her destination. She presses forward until she finds an open
door. Next to the door is a nameplate
that reads “Glory Braddock”. Jones takes
in a deep breath and steps in through the door.
Inside she expects to find Apocalypse in full force but
Jackson Adams is not there. The only
ones there are family. Marie Jones and
Jessica Lasiewicz as well as the patriarch of the Braddock family, the grizzled
veteran Glenn Braddock, stands around Glory Braddock, the new FWA World
Champion as she sits on a wood bench against the wall, staring at her newly won
championship belt.
“Congratulations,
cousin…”
All of the jubilant noise from earlier immediately stops as
all eyes are turned towards the unexpected, and perhaps uninvited,
visitor. Glenn looks on rather
suspiciously, not yet fully trusting Angelica or her motives. Marie seems to have a rather nasty scowl on
her face. Glory smiles pleasantly but it
is Jessica who breaks the ice.
“Hi, mom.” She
motions for Angelica to come on into the room. “Come in, we’re just celebrating Glory’s title win tonight.”
“Unless you’re here to
ruin it.” Glenn snaps.
“Daddy!” Glory is
shocked by her father’s sudden outburst.
“What? I don’t trust her nor do I trust any American
for that matter. Bloody Americans.”
“But…”
“No, no, he’s right.”
Jones says slowly, quietly. “I really
haven’t done anything to earn anyone’s trust.”
“Neither of us have,
Angel.” Glory says with a wide ear to ear grin as she puts her title belt
down onto the bench and walks over to greet her cousin at the doorway with a
hug. “But that’s going to change, right?”
“Yeah, I hope so…if
you guys will let me.”
“Of course we’ll let
you.” Glory looks at Jessica, Marie, and Glenn. “Right guys?”
“Of course!” Jessica
says happily.
“Yeah, well, maybe…”
Glenn says, which is as close to a yes as that grouch will come.
“Tell you what,”
Marie heads towards the door, pushing her way past Glory and Angelica “I really gotta go. I have things to take care of, a match in IWC
to prepare for so I’ll just leave.”
Marie doesn’t give them any time to stop her as she quickly
exits the dressing room. The foursome watch
on with curiosity as she storms away.
But once she is out of sight that curiosity changes…
“So is she gone?”
Jessica asks.
“Yes, she’s gone.”
“Ok, so where is my
real daughter?” Angelica asks.
For a couple of months Marie Annabelle Jones had been acting
very strange. She had been offensive and
insulting to people whereas she had always been polite and respectful. She had posted half naked pictures of herself
on twitter just because she could. She
attacked her friends. None of it made
sense to anyone, especially to Jessica.
But Jessica refused to believe that Marie had just done a total 180 turn
of personality. She did a little
investigating and found out that the person claiming to be Marie was actually
her twin, Kimberly Williams.
“At my place.”
Jessica responds.
“Then why the hell isn’t
she here?!” Angelica ask angrily.
“It’s too soon right
now to put her back into the real world and expose Kim.” Jessica states. “She
doesn’t even know her real identity.”
“You mean…”
Jessica nods her head. “She
has amnesia, mom.”
Jones looks back at the door. “What about Kim?”
“She has no idea we
have found Marie. And it’s important we
keep it that way for now. At least until
we can get Marie to remember who she is.”
Angelica sighs, reaching up with her right hand to wipe a
tear from her eye. Sadness comes over
her first, sadness over what has happened to her daughter Marie, one of the
most important people in her life. Then
it becomes rage, anger at Kim Williams for doing this. It took an incredible amount of self-control
to stop herself from ripping Kim apart right then and there but she knew
Jessica was right, it was best to wait until Marie was better, then strike back
at Kim. Let Kim thinks she is still in
control.
“It’ll be ok, mom.”
Jessica approaches her mother and places a hand on her shoulder. “Trust me.”
“I know, Jess, it’s
just that…” her voice trails off as she tries to find the words “…I’m just worried about our family.”
Angelica runs a hand through her daughter’s long hair, which
was left its natural black color for her not one but two matches at Darkness
Within.
“My sweet daughter,
you forgave me. You didn’t have to, many
wouldn’t have, but you forgave me nevertheless.”
The Golden Goddess then turns her attention to her cousin,
the newly crowned world heavyweight champion Glory Braddock.
“And Glory…”
“Angel…”
“…I think we both were
able to put aside our egos in order to settle our differences. And while she may still hold a grudge right
now, in time Kayla will also forgive you.”
Jones sighs deeply. “We
have all reconciled but I’m afraid the hands of fate are working against us. You’re both in Apocalypse. I’m with Dante.”
“Don’t make a bigger
issue than it is, Angel,” Glory begins “this
is by no means a faction war and, quite honestly, we do not want to make it a
faction war. Dante is definitely the top
contender to my title, especially after his performance tonight, but we respect
one another and that’s what makes this a different situation from my rivalry
with Isis. Dante and I both want the
same thing, a straight up one on one match.
No one else at ringside, just him and me. No gang war.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.” She
embraces Angelica one more time. “Now go…enjoy
yourself.”
She looks Angelica up and down and giggles. “It looks like you are dressed to impress,
aren’t you?”
“Yeah, well, Sammy
wants to go out and celebrate.”
“You and Sam?”
Jessica frowns.
“Yes, me and Sam and
some of her rich friends.”
“That isn’t you.”
Glenn finally speaks up for the first time in quite awhile, approaching the
trio, huddled near the door. “I’ve seen
you in the past. You never took shit
from anyone. I always told Glory when I
was training her to mimic your attitude.”
Glory nods her head. “Yup,
he did…”
“And I know for a fact
that this isn’t you. Agents are a cancer
upon this industry, to be honest, but what little they do, they should do or your
good, not their own. And from what I’ve
seen, Hodgson only cares about herself.”
“I…” the Boston
native’s voice is caught in her throat as she ponders what to say “…I don’t…”
“He’s right, mom,” Jessica
chimes in “this isn’t you.”
“I’m…” Angelica
shakes her head “…sorry, but Samantha is
waiting on me. I can’t keep her waiting
too long.”
“Angel…”
“Glory, guys, I
appreciate your concern, but I know what I’m doing.” Angelica smiles politely.
“Samantha helped me early on in my career
to become the longest reigning world champion in GDW history. If I do what she asks of me, I’ll become
world champion again. I know it.”
With that Angelica turns and exits the dressing room,
leaving Glory, Glenn, and Jessica to watch on dumbfounded. What they do not see are the tears flowing
down Angelica’s cheek.
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Words from Sam
On Camera
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My client, Angelica Jones, made her return a few Mayhems
back and it was the most talked about, most ground shaking, most foundation
rocking event since the return of FWA.
My client is a ten time world champion in this industry and a member of
the GDW Hall of Fame, the MCW Hall of Fame, and MWA Hall of Fame. The world was stunned at her arrival in FWA
and the fans gave her the proper respect that a woman of her stature deserves. I only wish that the management within FWA
would also give my client her proper respect.
Instead of being shown respect, FWA shows my client that
they think she is a joke by throwing the village idiot at her. That village idiot claimed to be an MMA
superstar and his fatter and stupider agent Lincoln Booth claimed to be the next
big thing in FWA.
That claim is enough to make me laugh. No one is a bigger superstar than Angelica
Jones and no one ever will be until she decides to call it quits and
retire. She will always be the most charismatic
superstar and the greatest in-ring performer.
What Lincoln Booth had was a mere pretender, a pretender whom my client
easily dispatched on Mayhem.
Oh but FWA management decided it would be fun to really piss
off my client by making her face Lawson again, at the pay per view Darkness
Within no less. On a grand stage in
front of thousands upon thousands of fans, my client was again forced to face a
loser. And for what purpose? Most likely it was just for FWA’s sadistic
chuckles.
It was not fun and games for Lawson. He found out quickly what happens when you
piss off my client. Angelica Jones broke
him half…and I don’t mean that figuratively either.
Now the FWA management has put my client against a woman
whose job description it is to lose to the world tag team champions.
If I’m wrong on that count, Ms. Denton, then forgive me, but
from what I’ve seen out of you in an FWA ring it appears that you are paid by
this company to lose to Allison Lorraine and Laurel Hardy. No one is that bad that they lose that many
damn matches in a row to the same people.
Even the blind squirrel gets the nut once in awhile. Every once in awhile someone will get lucky.
This isn’t a case of bad luck for you. You’re just that terrible of a wrestler and
yet you are the person being put against my client on Mayhem? I would advise you to be very cautious about
what you say and do leading up to the match on Mayhem, Ms. Denton. Just remember what happened to Nate Lawson
and take that as a warning. Your
physical well-being may hinge on what mood my client is in.
Now to Nick Harris, after my client destroys Mya Denton on
Mayhem, I hope you will give her what she wants. She isn’t asking for much. She just wants what you granted Mya Denton
and Maddox Taylor repeatedly even though they constantly failed. She just wants what you gave Scott Wilson at
Darkness Within and then again at Mayhem even after he lost. My client wants what you gave…twice…to Glory
Braddock.
My client wants a chance to compete for championship
gold. Give it to her and all will be
well.
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Sit Up & Take Notice
On Camera
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The camera feed begins to roll. Nothing can be seen with human eyes and only
the sounds of footsteps on hard concrete floor break through the darkness, a
complete and utter darkness that envelopes everything around it, making it all
bleak and black. Having the sense of
sight taken from us, the sense of hearing is all we can rely on. A lone spotlight flashes on suddenly,
revealing what appears to be a boiler room.
This particular boiler room is very dark, damp, and dirty. A germophobe would not at all be happy in a
dingy place like this. The footsteps
continue for a few more seconds until a female figure dressed in black leather
pants, black boots, and a black flame design shirt steps into the scene. She has on a black leather jacket and her
long blonde hair covering the sides of her face makes it impossible to tell
exactly who this is.
“This dank, drab, dark
place in the deepest recesses of this building, represents the beginning of
heartache and love, pain and pleasure, failure and success. The beginning of one of the greatest
dichotomies in the world; the beginning of a professional wrestling career.”
She turns around and we see that this is Angelica
Jones. A look of intensity is etched
across the lovely features of this Boston native as she glares into the camera,
perhaps glaring directly at her victim.
“No one cares about
the boiler room. No one but the most
desperate of people care enough about a place like this to venture down here. That is why you begin in a situation much
like this. When you start out as a
wrestler in this industry no one cares about you. You have to make people sit up and take
notice of you, you have to make people give a damn about you or you will never
escape your own personal hell, or else you will never escape your own personal
boiler room.”
Jones looks to her left, then to her right, each time taking
a good long look at her surroundings in this dark boiler room. Then the Boston native looks back at the
camera.
“I started my career
in a dark place much like this one. My
dark place was full of a lust for vengeance against a family that I felt had
wronged me and a society that I felt owed me.
Sure, I had some success. I
quickly became a hit in the GDW Women’s division, winning that particular
championship on six different occasions.
But really no one took no notice of me.
No one really cared about the
women’s division so I remained in my dark boiler room until I decided enough
was enough, until I decided to break out, until I decided to do something that
would force the company to sit up and take notice of me.”
“I broke the glass
ceiling into millions of pieces for the women’s division in GDW by becoming the
first ever female to win its world heavyweight championship. Things changed from that moment on. No longer was I a joke. No longer did I have to stay in the dark
while everyone else got the spotlight.
The spotlight was on me. People
cared about me.”
“That is the goal of
wrestlers everywhere as they start out their career. They want to escape this place, this dark
place where they begin their career as nobodies. They want to enter into a place where some of
the spotlight at least is on them, where they can truly claim to be somebodies. But unfortunately not everyone can escape
their dark place.”
She points a finger at the camera. “You, Mya Denton, have yet to make anyone in FWA sit up and take notice
of you.”
“No one gives a damn
about you and it’s really your own damn fault.
How can anyone care about you when all you’ve done since arriving in FWA
is get your ass kicked week in and week out by the world tag team
champions? It’s the same tired old
shtick over and over again. You cry
about not being given what’s due to you, you are given a title shot, they kick
your asses, then you repeat the same fucking process all over again.”
“It is said that the
definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and
expecting different results. If that is
the case then you really should be locked up in the asylum with the rubber
rooms all wrapped up in a nice straight jacket.”
“Seriously, Mya, the
people are tiring of watching you try the same shit over and over again and
failing again and again. FWA is even getting
tired of watching the same old crap because they have given you the chance you
have been looking for. They have given
you an opportunity to shock the world, to make everyone sit up and take notice
of you.”
Jones laughs nastily. “The
problem is that in order for you to steal a small portion of that spotlight,
you’re going to have to go through one of the most sadistic bitches in this
industry.”
“I don’t mind shedding
blood, whether it be my own or someone else’s blood if it means achieving my
end game and my end game is to be a champion here in FWA. Right now, you are a mere distraction towards
me achieving that goal. Nate Lawson was
a distraction too and you saw what happened to him. I put him on the shelf. I put him on injured reserve. He’s done and if you’re not careful, you will
be done too.”
The Golden Goddess runs a hand through her long blonde locks
of gorgeous hair before shaking her head slowly.
“I don’t have the
patience to deal with pathetic never-have-beens and never-will be’s like you,
Mya. I already dealt with one in the
form of Nate Lawson and now I have to deal with you too? Someone like me deserves better. You should be honored to be stepping into the
ring with me because this is as close as you’ll get to superstardom. You have never been in the ring with anyone
as great as me, bitch, and you know it.
Whether or not you respect me is irrelevant. You know for a fact that I am the greatest
talent you have ever been in the ring with and that scares you. Knowing what I can do, what I have done in
the past, scares you, doesn’t it Mya?”
A sinister laugh escapes her lips. “Don’t be scared, because this is going to be a real great moment for
you. I’m going to carry you to what will
be your greatest match in FWA. That’s
what I do. I make people look better
than they actually are because I am just that damn good. And after it is all said and done you will
get down on your knees and kiss my hall of fame rings. You will kiss them or I will do to you what I
did to Nate Lawson. I will put you on
the shelf. I will destroy you.”
“Why will I destroy you? Just because I can, Mya. You mean nothing to me and a victory over you
means nothing to me. I have been in the
ring with the legends of this industry, what does a victory over a loser like
you mean to me?”
She shakes her head. “That’s
right, it means nothing. Like I said,
this is a distraction. And I will not
tolerate any further distractions, especially not from someone like you,
someone who is willing to settle for mediocrity.”
“That’s another reason
why I do not sweat you, Mya. In the past
you strived for greatness. I remember
you were the GDW Fever Television Champion.
I remember you competing for the GDW World Championship. But after you that one nice run in GDW you
went downhill. After that one nice run
you were happily content with the knowledge that you had a nice run once upon a
time, I you didn’t win another championship since then it didn’t matter to you,
did it?”
“And that’s where we
differ. I will never settle for mediocrity. I will never settle for second best because I
know I am the best and that I can beat anyone put in front of me, and that
includes my cousin the world champion Glory Braddock. I should be fighting for gold. Ideally I would love to take the intercontinental
title away from Priest and bring him home to The Following.”
“But instead I’m
having to deal with a little girl pretending to be a wrestler. Prove me wrong, Mya. Prove me wrong and give me a good fight,
Mya. Show me that the old Mya is still
there. I don’t want to fight The
Mistress of Mediocrity, I want to fight the woman who almost won the GDW World
Championship. Because if I am going to
fight you, I want it to be worth my time, and if it isn’t worth my time, then I
am going to make sure it hurts.”
