Insanity

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Sam’s Monologue

On Camera

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Everyone loves to talk about the future, to talk about the next big thing, to talk about evolution and change these days.  But if you want to know the future of the Future Wrestling Alliance, if you want to know about FWA’s next big thing, then all you have to do is take one good long look at my client, Angelica Jones.  She is FWA’s past, present, and future.  She is destined to rule FWA, with me by her side, and there is nothing that a fool like Lincoln Booth can do about it.

For all of his talk about evolution and change, he really knows nothing about it.  True change, true evolution can be seen when you look at Angelica Jones.  My client began her career as Firestar but she evolved into the sadistic Dragon and later on the unstoppable and unstable Phoenix.  But now she has evolved into something far greater than any of those three.  Angelica Jones has grown and evolved into a goddess; The Golden Goddess.

The fate of FWA will be written by the hands of Angelica Jones and no one can stop her.  I should know this because I created her.  I alone am responsible for Jones becoming The Golden Goddess.  People like Lincoln Booth can run their mouths all day long but at the end of it all they’ll end up as failures as they always do.  Just like Nate Lawson failed…twice…to defeat my client, everyone else will fail.

Just like Mya Denton will fail on Mayhem.

At least Mya is attempting to evolve.  Or is it April?  It really doesn’t matter, because unfortunately you can rebrand yourself and rename yourself as many times as possible, your evolution is no match for The Golden Goddess.   You want to say that you are different now?  So is Angelica.  My client is not the same person with whom Mya has had a past with.  My client is much better now, much more powerful, and more sadistic than ever.

It is all a matter of evolution and on that note Lincoln Booth and I can agree, because it is survival of the fittest after all, and my client is the fittest of them all.  You will all eventually bow to me and The Golden Goddess.

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Reunion

Off Camera

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The feud between the Jones family and the Williams family has been quite similar to that of the Hatfield’s and McCoy’s in that it had been a long, bitter war between two proud families, neither one wanting to give up, neither one wanting to give an inch to the other until one was completely and utterly eradicated from existence.

Things did not start out that way, however.  Angelica Jones and Sean Williams started out very close.  They dated in school and they loved each other very much.  They loved each other so much that they let their emotions get the better of them.  One thing led to another and they had sexual relations.  The two were warned but they didn’t care at the time.  At the time all they cared about was each other.

The long term effect was that Angelica Jones would get pregnant with Sean’s child.  Angelica panicked, thinking that Sean would hate her for it and would demand that she either get an abortion or he would leave her.  With that in mind she gave the child up for adoption immediately after giving birth and it wouldn’t be until the child was five years old that mother and daughter would be reunited.

Sean Williams was furious at Angelica for separating him from his daughter.  He would have loved to have been a father to this child and knowing that Angelica took her from him without telling him enraged him.  A war was waged at that point.  Williams sought revenge against the Jones family for what they did and Sean vowed to follow her every step of the way until he got his revenge.  He even followed her into professional wrestling where he could legally get her into a match and legally fight her.  But Angelica, who had by that point won her first world championship, was much more experienced and was the better fighter.  She bested Williams at every turn.  Finally she would put a bullet through his head, hoping that would end the war once and for all.

It wouldn’t be the end, though, because Sean’s daughter from Emma Storm, Kim Williams would fight on in her father’s name.  She targeted not Angelica but Marie instead.  Marie Annabelle Jones, the daughter of Angelica and Sean, would get constantly harassed and assaulted by Kim in much the same manner as Sean assaulted and harassed Angelica.  Kim’s ultimate revenge would be an attempt to kidnap Marie and take her identity, considering they looked so much alike she figured she could pull it off.

Kim Williams was good at mimicking Marie but one thing you cannot mimic is the bond of mother and daughter, the bond of family ties.  The Jones family rescued Marie and Kim is now rotting away in a funny farm somewhere.

Angelica cannot help but feel guilty about all of this, about Marie’s kidnapping especially, considering the fact that she really did start this Jones-Williams war.  This guilty conscience follows her as she walks up the driveway to her daughter’s Boston home, wearing a gold colored sheath column short mini dress with scoop neckline, no back, with long sleeves.  Her long blonde hair hangs down to shoulder length and her feet are encased in gold high heel pumps.

This home represents hope for Angelica, a hope for a renewal of her relationship with Marie.  For the longest time Marie Annabelle had refused to forgive her mother for the things that she had done to escalate the Jones-Williams war.  But even during the days when she hated her mother, when she moved out of the house that they had lived in for quite a long time, she did not move far away.  She stayed in Boston, and the home she bought was not that far from Angelica’s.  This told Angelica that Marie wanted, eventually to make up with her mother.

Eventually mother and daughter did reconcile. They did make peace with each other and with the past but with the understanding that their relationship would never be the same again.  It would never be what it once was.

The home itself is a modest two story home, much different from Angelica’s which is a nice mansion of sorts.  But then again, Angelica Jones is married to a filthy rich billionaire named Lindsey Carter and Marie wants to make her own way, even if she could have a very nice house at her mother’s (and step-mother’s) expense.

The blonde rings the doorbell and stands there waiting patiently for someone to arrive.  It isn’t long until the door opens.  Angelica smiles warmly as she sees her daughter standing there.

“Oh, hi mom.” She seems a bit startled. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I thought I’d surprise you.  Is this a bad time?”

Annabelle shakes her head. “No, of course not.”

Angelica wasn’t exactly sure how Marie would take this unexpected visit.  She had just come off of being kidnapped.  Angelica can only imagine how traumatic that must have been for her and can only imagine what it did to her psyche.  But Angelica felt she needed to go see her daughter.  They needed to iron some things out.

The mother follows her daughter inside and the door is shut.  Marie leads them past the living room and into the dining room, a nice exquisite room that looks much nicer and luxurious than the outside of the home might imply.  With a motion of her hand towards the table Annabelle gestures for her mother to sit down at the table.  Angelica quietly obliges.

“What do you want to drink?”

“Red wine if you have any.”

The younger Jones grins. “You haven’t changed any, mom.”

“And I never will.”

“I’ll be right back.”

Young Marie disappears into the kitchen.  Angelica sighs as the feeling of guilt returns to her, guilt knowing that she made her life so difficult for her, not intentionally but unintentionally.  Angelica knows that her actions towards others, actions directed at the Williams family in particular, have caused problems for Marie and it is all her fault.

Annabelle returns with a bottle of wine and two glasses.  She sets a glass in front of her mother and one at another seat across from her.  She pours wine into both glasses and then sets the wine bottle down.  Marie sits down at the seat with the other glass of wine.  Angelica takes a sip of her wine first.

“Oh this wine is so good, Marie.”

“I would hope so.  It’s your favorite, after all.”

“Sutter Home?”

Annabelle nods her head. “That’s right.  I always keep at least one bottle here at home.  You kind of got me hooked on the stuff.”

“Well clearly you have good taste.” Angelica raises up her glass for a toast. “To the Jones family?”

“To the Jones family!” Marie raises up her glass and they clink them together before each takes a sip.

“May no one ever again try to destroy us.”

“I don’t think that’ll be happening anytime soon.  Kim Williams was the last one crazy enough to try and she’s being locked away forever.”

“Never say never, Marie.” Angelica warns. “When it comes to our country’s legal system there is always a chance at parole, redemption.  Quite honestly, when it comes to Kim, I’m not sure she has any hope of redemption if the system believes she’s redeemed then they may very well release her.”

Annabelle frowns. “If you’re trying to say that I made a mistake in letting her live…”

“No, no, not at all.  Granted I would not have let her live but really that just makes you a better person than I ever would hope to be.”

Angelica bows her head in shame. “I’ve done horrible things, Marie.  I have done unspeakable things.”

“Yes but you have sought forgiveness and that’s what matters.”

The blonde shakes her head. “It isn’t as simple as that, Marie.  It’s like in Church when you go to confession, you may receive forgiveness from God but you still have to deal with the consequences of your actions here on earth.  My actions led to Kim Williams coming after you.  My actions drove her insane and mad her want to kidnap you.  My actions put her in the nuthouse.”

She looks back up at Marie with tear filled eyes. “You and your sisters, Jessica and Kelly, are my hope at redemption here on earth because you are better people than I could ever hope to be.”

Annabelle stares at her mother for a long time.  A tense moment passes, followed by another.  Finally a grin forms across Marie’s face.

“Mom…are you getting drunk?”

“Drunk?”

Angelica can’t help but chuckle a little at the thought.  She throws the glass back and finishes the last little bit of the red wine and then shoves it towards Marie.

“I just now finished my first glass, Marie.  I haven’t yet begun to drink.”

“My pleasure!”

Marie pours her mother another full glass of wine.  She even finishes filling her glass back up to the brim.  After setting the wine bottle back down on the table she takes a sip.

“Actually, I’m glad you stopped by.  I needed to ask you something anyway.”

“Oh?”

Annabelle nods her head. “Why did you side with Dante and his group?”

“That was a business decision, Marie.  Nothing more.”

Angelica can tell by the look on her daughter’s face that she did not appreciate the answer that was given to her.  Her brow furrows as she studies her mother, studying her intensely.

“What do you mean by a business decision, mom?”

“Dante and I had similar enemies and we joined forced to fight those enemies.  One of those enemies was Nick Harris.  It really is as simple as that.”

“Ok, well, Dante just defeated Harris at Darkness Within, so why don’t you just…”

“Leave?” Angelica takes a sip of her wine and then shakes her head. “I can’t.  Do you honestly believe Nick Harris will just give Dante what he deserves?”

Even Annabelle knows the answer to this question. “No…”

“No, he won’t.  Dante wants it, Glory wants it, the fans want it, but Nick Harris will try everything he can to make sure Glory Braddock does not defend the title against Dante.”

“But see that’s another thing, Glory is family and you are siding with a man who wants to take the title from her.”

“Yes…”

“And then what if Dante does not defeat Glory?  Will you face her?”

“I will if Harris books the match.”

“See what I mean?”

The blonde takes a sip of her wine and sets it back down on the table.  She sighs.

“Marie, I am not Glory’s enemy.  She and I have peace with each other, this is just business.  Glory would agree with me.  Just because she is potentially facing Dante does not mean that he and Glory hate each other.  Just as it wouldn’t mean I hate Glory if I ever fought her for the world title.  She is the world champion, we all want that championship, if you don’t you’re in the wrong business.  It’s just how the industry works, Marie.  Sometimes you have to make sacrifices to achieve success.”

“Sacrifices?” Marie asks with a cocked eyebrow. “Is that what you call selling your soul to Samantha Hodgson?”

Angelica cannot reply.  She knows her daughter  speaks a truth loud and clear and in volumes even in her silence.  Jones bows her head in shame.  Marie even begins to feel sorry for what she said.

“I’m sorry, mom, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know.”

“It’s just that…” she motions to her mother “…all of this, the blonde hair, the fancy, thousand dollar dresses, none of that is you!”

“I’m sorry, sweetie, but it is who I am now.”

“Why?  Because Samantha says so?”

“Yes.” Angelica says definitively. “She is my agent, she guided me to world championships before and she will guide me to championship gold again.  I just have to listen to her.  It’s part of the sacrifice I made.”

Angelica swigs down the rest of her wine in one big gulp and forces a pained smile upon her face.

“This is good wine, Marie.  It really is…”

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Insanity

On Camera

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The sky is a bright Carolina blue and the sun shines down illuminating the green grass on the field.  In the background is a building, more like a large complex, surrounded by wire mesh and barbed wire.  There is a concrete walkway that leads to a gate.  The gate leading to the entrance of this complex is shut.  Then Angelica Jones enters the scene from stage right.  The blonde haired Boston native is wearing an elegant gold lace dress with an empire waistline that stops just above the knee, a sheath silhouette, a slash neckline, and spaghetti straps which put heavy emphasis upon her elegance and beauty.

“Behind me is a mental hospital.” Jones turns around, takes one look at the barbed wire and then turns back to face the camera, chuckling lightly. “Not a very hospitable place, now is it?”

“This is where those who are mentally unstable are kept, partially to protect them from themselves but also protect them from society.  Society doesn’t like insanity.  Society does not like mental instability.  It’s just not normal and society doesn’t long things that falls into its definition of normal.  That is why these mental hospitals were developed, to allow doctors and other experts to try and ‘fix’ those who are not deemed normal, to try and mold them into society’s definition of what ‘normal’ is.”

“It is no secret that I spent some time there.  My agent probably freaked out just now because I brought that up, but hey, it’s always been public record, a huge deal was made about it when it happened.  It isn’t worth trying to hide.  It isn’t anything to be ashamed of.  I have run across many individuals who should be locked up in one of those places behind me.  I managed to get out but there are those who should never get out.  Those who are beyond help.”

“Mya Denton…or April or May or June or July or whatever the hell you want me to call you now…many have said you were beyond help.  Many have said for a long time you were beyond help and that there was no hope for you.”

Jones shakes her head. “I always disagreed with them because I saw potential within you.  You just needed to be molded and given the proper guidance.  You always had that potential within you.  You just needed to harness it and claim it as your own.  You took it and apparently created a split personality out of it.”

The Boston native shrugs her shoulders. “That’s fine with me.  Society may not like it, society may think it’s too outside the norm for them, but I don’t care.  I’m not society.  And you are not facing society in that wrestling ring.  And quite frankly, until you prove otherwise, you are the same pathetic, winless loser that you always have been and it doesn’t matter what name you slap on yourself, it doesn’t matter which of the thousands of voices in your head you decide to listen to.”

“I don’t know you?  I don’t know…April?” Jones throws her head back and laughs. “Funny, that’s real funny because you don’t know me.  You really don’t know me.  You know of Firestar, the cocky young upstart who actually could back up her arrogance.  You know of The Dragon who was sadistic enough to do absolutely anything inside or outside of the wrestling ring.  You know of The Phoenix who was like a walking, talking force of nature that could not be stopped.”

“But you do not know who I am now, for I have grown since then.  The term evolution has been tossed around a lot lately so maybe I’ll use that term.  Evolution.  I have evolved since then, becoming The Golden Goddess of professional wrestling.”

“A Firestar can be extinguished, a Dragon can be slain, and a Phoenix does die on cycles, but a Goddess cannot be stopped.  A Goddess cannot be killed.  A Goddess can do anything, just as I can do anything in that squared circle.”

She points into the camera.  “And you, you are just following in my footsteps sweetheart.  You are just trying to be a second rate Angelica Jones copy.”

“Licking blood from the wound?  Been there done that.  Death?  Been there, done that, enjoyed my time in hell in fact.  Insanity?” Angelica again turns her head to look back at the insane asylum and then looks back at the camera. “I’ve been there.  I lived it.  Your talk of insanity just bores me to death because I have already done it, little girl.  Everything you have experienced I have already experienced.  Everything you have done in this industry I have already done it and I did it much better than you could ever hope.”

“So go ahead, bring your insanity, Mya…oh, I’m sorry, April.  I better play along with your cutesy little game.  Go ahead and bring that insanity because I know who and what I’m facing but you still have no clue what you are getting yourself into.  You can bring the bloodshed and violence all you want, but I am the most violent and sadistic wrestler in the world and the wrath of this Golden Goddess will rain down upon you if you push your luck with me.”