Sit Up & Take Notice

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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.”