My Obsession

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On Camera

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You didn’t get to see Sienna Swann make her SCW at Apocalypse.  I’m sorry.  Instead you got to see the return of The Golden Goddess…

I had allowed myself to become stale and stagnant.  I let myself become weak and losing to Jake Starr of all people, not to mention losing my GFC World Championship, helped wake me up to the realization that I needed to make a change.

The sign of a true champion is that you can make adjustments and make a change when necessary.  I made that change in time for Apocalypse and I completely picked apart Silas Mason’s handpicked local talent.

Sorry, boys, but at least you got your fifteen seconds of fame in.  Unfortunately, those were also the fifteen most painful seconds in your short, pathetic careers.

Who am I?  I am not The Dragon.  I am The Golden Goddess, the embodiment of what it means to be a professional wrestler, the ultimate student of the game.

David Helms should count himself as lucky, lucky to get the rare opportunity to share the ring with greatness.  You may doubt my greatness right now but at Breakdown I will eliminate all doubt.  You will criticize my arrogance but I will shut you up when that bell rings.  I am the Golden Goddess and the squared circle is my world.

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Off Camera

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Apocalypse was a successful night for Angelica Jones as she and Sienna Swann dominated two no-name local curtain jerkers.  It got Angelica back to her winning ways in SCW and that is a good thing but not good enough.  Angelica did all the heavy lifting, and yes she did look good having to basically fight two people by herself, but still it wasn’t a challenge.  These two men were jokes and Angelica needs to remind SCW that she is not a joke, that she is indeed a force to be reckoned with, and it doesn’t matter how dominating she can be against Silas Mason’s handpicked local talent, there is still only one way Angelica can, at least in her own mind, prove that she is no joke…

…win championship gold.

Angelica Jones will get a more serious challenge coming up on next Breakdown in the form of David Helms.  At least this time she has a real opponent and not some goon who has been set up for failure.  Everyone knew, Angelica included, that Apocalypse was not a serious match.  Silas World dominated from bell to bell.  It was too easy.

David Helms won’t make it easy on The Golden Goddess and that makes her happy.  Angelica doesn’t want it to be easy.  She wants it to be challenging.  She wants it to be difficult.  She wants to beat Helms at his own game and prove herself worthy of a title shot down the road.

Gold is what The Golden Goddess wants right now more than anything else.  Her wife, Lindsey Carter, who lies in bed at their home in Boston, Massachusetts, senses that Angelica needs a big win and needs gold.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!”

That’s the voice of Angelica Jones and it is loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood around her.  Granted we don’t know if the entire neighborhood was woken up by her yelling, but we do know that it woke up her ever-so willing to please wife Lindsey Carter, who sits up in bed, wide-eyed upon hearing the shout from her wife in the hall.

It isn’t all too strange to hear the red-headed woman get upset.  Lindsey has been around Angelica long enough to see all sides of personality; her ups and her downs, from the fun loving Firestar to the Golden Goddess who loves luxury and even The Dragon who enjoys to inflict pain and punishment.  Lindsey has seen them all and there isn’t really much Angelica can do to surprise her anymore.  What is surprising about this in particular is the fact that it is ten o’clock at night.  Angelica is normally either in bed or out enjoying herself at this time of night.

Angelica most definitely wouldn’t be doing any business at this time of night and yet that is why she is on the telephone at this time.  Lindsey was only half-asleep when Angelica informed her that she would be making a quick business call.  That quick business call turned into an all night shouting fest.

“What do you mean there’s nothing you can do?!”

Hearing her wife’s voice growing louder in decibels causes Lindsey to grow concerned enough to slip the covers off of the bed and then step off the bed herself.  Lindsey, wearing a lacy black pra and panty number, quietly exits the bedroom and steps out into the hall.  To her right she finds her wife, dressed in a pink skimpy nighty, pacing the floor with her cell phone pressed up against her ear, shouting angrily.

“You had damn sure better do something about this and you had better keep me appraised of what’s going on.  That place owes me.”

Jones immediately hangs up and drops the cell phone on the ground.  She reaches out, grabs a nearby vase, and throws it onto the ground as well, shattering it into many pieces.  Angelica’s rage is about to continue as she turns to find more things to break but stops in her tracks upon seeing Lindsey  Carter standing there, watching it all with a smirk on her face.

“Oh…” Angelica’s face grows red with embarrassment as she looks down at the broken vase “…that was yours.”

Lindsey nods her head. “Yep…”

“God, I’m so sorry, babe…”

Jones bends down and attempts to scoop up the pieces, all in vain as she is too worked up, upset, and tired to top it all off, to get it together.

“I didn’t mean to…”

Watching her firey-tempered wife work herself up over this simple vase is enough to draw a bit of a laugh from the lips of Lindsey Carter.

“Don’t sweat it,” she chuckles “it was a fake.”

“Still, I need to control myself.”

Angelica approaches Lindsey, who takes her into her arms with a tight hug.  “Care to talk about it?”

The older red head sighs, pulling a way, and nods her head. “Yeah, sure.”

Lindsey takes Angelica by her hand and guides her away from the scene of her tirade and back into the bedroom.  Lindsey Carter, the lovely and caring wife she is, gently guides Angelica to the bed and helps her to sit down on the edge of the bed.  Lindsey sits down next to her and rests her head on the shoulder of Jones.

“Tell Lindsey all about it…”

“I don’t think you want to hear about it, Linds.”

“Try me.”

Jones shakes her head. “It’s just that…well you know me pretty well by now…”

The brunette looks up at her wife and smiles warmly. “Oh I know you very well, babe!”

“And you’re a rarity, because despite the many relationships I’ve had, I rarely let people get that close to me to really get to know me that well.  Sometimes when people get to know me they decide they can’t take it and they leave.”

“Sean Williams?”

Angelica nods her head. “Yeah…”

“Andreas Lasiewicz?”

“Well he could take it because he and I are very similar, but it was a mistake I made that drove him away.”

“Sean McBride?”

Yet another one of Angelica’s former husbands.  The red head nods her head. “He broke up with me.  It was rather violent.”

Lindsey gasps. “Did he hit you?”

Jones smirks. “I hit him…he hit me…it was a nice give and take as you can expect between two wrestlers.  But I do think he left because of my obsession over wrestling.”

Lindsey Carter kisses her wife on the cheek. “Well I’m not going to leave you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Is that true?”  Angelica stares deep into Lindsey’s eyes. “Do you really mean that?”

Lindsey isn’t quite sure how to react to that.  She really and truly thought that what she and Angelica had was real.  Why would Angelica even think about questioning their love and their marriage?  It makes her feel afraid, almost apprehensive about continuing this line of thought.

“Of course I mean it, babe.” She runs her hand through Angelica’s long silky red hair. “I would never leave you.”

“But why would you never leave me…”

“What kind of question is that?”  Lindsey is growing impatient with this and slightly offended as well.

“I’m sorry but I have to know, would you never leave me because you actually love me, or because of the prenuptial agreement you were tricked into signing?”

Lindsey Carter didn’t marry into money by marrying Angelica Jones.  The redheaded Dragon made a simple living off of her singing career part time but mostly off of her wrestling career which doesn’t pay a great deal.  It was Angelica who married into money by marrying Lindsey Carter and it all went back to a deal she struck with her sometimes friend and sometimes enemy  Meagan Collins.

Meagan happened to be a business rival of Lindsey Carter and Meagan wanted to eliminate the competition.  She and Angelica worked out a plot where she would earn Lindsey’s trust and eventual love.  Meagan’s lawyer secretly drew up a prenuptial agreement which Lindsey didn’t bother to read when she signed it, happy that she was marrying Angelica Jones.  The agreement gives Angelica Jones or her next of kin full control over all of Lindsey’s assets in the event of the marriage ending.

Lindsey knew she was stuck and for awhile she grinned and bore it but, eventually, the two women grew to actually love one another, despite the situation and despite that the relationship began on a lie.  Now Angelica and Lindsey are truly happy.  At least Lindsey thought they were.

“I admit that I hated what you and Meagan did to me, but that was before I really got to know you .” The brunette wipes a tear out of her eyes. “I love you, Angel.”

“That’s the problem, though, you say that you got to know me but there are things about me that you don’t know.  Some of those things drove my lovers away when they found out about them.”

“There’s nothing you can tell me that would drive me away.”

“Don’t be so sure.” Angelica states plainly and coldly.

The red head’s eyes glare coldly at Lindsey. “Do you know why I wrestle?”

“For the love of the sport?  For competition?” Carter suggests, shrugging her shoulders.

“Wrong.” Angelica remarks emphatically. “I am in this sport to be the best.  I am here to be the world heavyweight champion.”

“Well, I guess that makes sense.” Lindsey states, nodding her head. “Everyone wants to be world champion, right?”

“No, it’s more than just wanting to be champion.  Without the world championship I am NOTHING!”

Lindsey blinks a few times, her eyes growing wider as she stares at Angelica.  She admittedly has not seen this side of Angelica before.  It is somewhat frightening.

“You’re great, Angel.  You are far from being nothing.”

“Oh I have done great things in my career, I am in the GDW Hall of Fame, MWA Hall of Fame, and MCW Hall of Fame.  How many can say that?  But it’s never enough for me.  I am never satisfied.  That hunger for more gold and more championships and more accolades is never ever satisfied.  I can never quench that thirst for achievement and titles.”

Jones bows her head, perhaps in shame as she admits her addiction to Lindsey.  Carter, who had up to this point felt somewhat afraid by her wife’s obsession, now feels bad for her and, just like the loving wife she is, just wants to help her feel better.  She places her head on her shoulder and gently pats her back.

“It’s ok, I’m here.”

“I’m not sure it’s ok.” Angelica answers slowly. “Brittany Lohan left me over my obsession.  She wanted me to stop wrestling and settle down but I just couldn’t do it.  The hunger was still there and needed to be satisfied.”

“But it’s ok, because you know I have no problem with you wrestling as long as you want.”

“It isn’t that simple.” Angelica looks up into Lindsey’s eyes. “I will probably compete until I’m either crippled or dead.”

More shocking rhetoric from Angelica Jones causes Lindsey to blink a few times curiously.  She isn’t quite sure how to respond here except with a sigh and a question.

“Who was that phone call with, Angel?”

“Officials with the Global Frontier Crown.” She states plainly. “I may not get my GFC World Title rematch.”

“So that’s why you’re pissed.” She leans in closely, tightly, to comfort Angelica. “Just focus on SCW, babe.  Don’t worry about anyone else.”

“Maybe.” Jones muses.  “I do have a big match against David Helms.  And I need to win this time.”

“You won at Apocalypse, didn’t you baby?”

Angelica narrows her eyes as that intensity from earlier reenters her features. “That was not a win.  That was a joke.”

Lindsey frowns. “Ok, sorry…”

“Those two losers were pathetic.  It was set-up to make Sienna and I look good.  But this is different.  Helms will actually fight back.  Helms will give me a war and I have to win.  I have to win if I can continue doing what I have to do…I have to beat him in order to advance towards my goal…”

“Where exactly are you going with this?”

“That’s why I signed with Silas Mason in the first place, Lindsey.” Angelica states slowly. “I only signed with him because he promised me championships.  He came through with his promise when I became GFC World Champion.  But now that title is gone…”

So that’s it.  Angelica is still fuming over her GFC Championship loss to Sean Sands over in Frontier.  She knew she took it hard but she didn’t realize she took it this hard.  And Lindsey herself also feels partially responsible for Angelica signing with Silas in the first place.  Angelica had been with Samantha Hodgson for the longest time but Lindsey tricked Angelica into leaving Hodgson in favor of Mason.  Lindsey wanted them apart because of Samantha’s opposition to their marriage and she was willing to do anything to break up Samantha and Angelica, including lie to Angelica.

“Lindsey,” Angelica begins with a much more somber look on her face “I will do anything to again be a champion.  If that means being one of Silas Mason’s hired guns then so be it.  If that means doing all the heavy lifting at Apocalypse while Sienna Swann just stands there looking good, then so be it.  I will do whatever he asks of me so long as I get gold wrapped around my waist again.  Are you ok with that, Lindsey?”

Carter doesn’t say a word, because she isn’t quite sure what her answer will be, and because she doesn’t want this conversation to continue any farther.  Instead she takes Angelica’s head and plants a passionate kiss on her lips.

“I…wow…” Angelica stutters “…I’ll take that as a yes…”

Angelica returns the kiss with one of her own.  The two women lie back down on the bed.  Angelica reaches for Lindsey’s bra strap and slowly begins to remove it…

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On Camera

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A bright blue sky is the setting hanging over a giant white building, a sporting arena to be precise.  A few people walk across in the background, seemingly oblivious to the camera crew.  Still they are oblivious, even as Angelica Jones steps into view.  The Boston native for this occasion is wearing a western style retro 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 the elegance of this woman, a wrestling legend. This lovely gold dress tells the story of a woman who believes herself to be the true queen of professional wrestling.  Sunglasses cover her eyes.

“This is the Saitama Super Arena in Saitama, Japan.  I can honestly say that I am thrilled to once again be wrestling Japan.  The Japanese wrestling fans have real good taste when it comes to their wrestling.  They know talent when they see it and believe me, they know the name Angelica Jones.”

The redhead smiles confidently. “I have competed here so many times that, for a while at least, this was like a second home.  I would compete for Japanese wrestling leagues and I looked forward to the Japanese tour the Millennium Wrestling Alliance would take each year.  These people always gave me the respect that I deserved.”

“I remember competing at this particular arena.  It was here during one of MWA’s Japanese tours that I won one of my four MWA World Tag Team Championships.  It was in the nearby Tokyo Dome that I won one of my two MWA Millennium Championships.”

She smirks proudly, smugly. “I do very well in Japan.  I rise to the occasion in Japan, performing at an extraordinary level that no one can match, because that is what I do.”

“This arena cost the equivalent of one hundred and ninety five million US dollars to construct.” She raises her sunglasses up onto the top of her head, revealing her eyes. “I hope you know what this all means, David Helms.”

“I hope you appreciate the legacy of Japanese wrestling.  The wrestlers that have come out of here, the matches that have taken place here in this country, it’s legendary.  This country’s professional wrestling legacy is bigger than you, it’s bigger than me, it’s bigger than all of SCW.  We are among many in SCW that will get to write our names into Japanese wrestling history on Breakdown.  Is it humbling to know that?”

Angelica nods her head. “It should be.  It is a humbling experience for me, at least, to think about Japanese culture and what wrestling means to them.  These fans that we will be competing in front of will give us a kind of unrivaled respect that you and I won’t soon forget.   And together, you and I will give the Japanese fans something they won’t soon forget.”

Jones lowers her sunglasses back over her eyes. “Enough of the mushy bullshit.  Down to serious business.”

“We’re not that different from one another, David.  Tragic death has plagued us both…your younger brother died during a match did he not?  My mother was murdered and I was forced to watch.  Your marriage came apart, I have had more relationships and marriages get destroyed than anyone would dare think about.”

“But neither one of us would let that destroy us.” She shakes her head. “We kept fighting.  We wouldn’t let the pain kill us.  And it is for that reason that I respect the hell out of you, Helms.”

“I know, it may not be in the script I’m supposed to be going by, but what you need to realize about me is that I always march to the beat of my own drum.  I do what I want and I say what I want.  I respect you and I look forward to our confrontation at Breakdown.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that I have a goal set for myself.” She points a long slender carefully manicured finger into the camera. “And you are standing in my way.”

“You may be David Helms but I am Angelica Jones, I am The Golden Goddess, and when I set my mind to it, there is nothing anyone can do to stop me.  No, not even you.  Oh but don’t be sad or depressed David, you should be honored that you get to be in such a legendary arena with a twelve time world champion.  There has to be a winner, there has to be a loser, and on this occasion at least, you are going to be playing the role of loser in front of my fans, in front of my people.”