Introducing Thaddeus Rogers

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January 2012

Off Camera

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Angelica Jones shot and killed Sean Williams in cold blood over ten years ago with a bullet to the head.  He hadn’t abused her physically or threatened her life.  His only mistake was doing what any other father in the middle of a bad break up would do; he tried to sue for custody of his child, Marie Annabelle Jones.  That did not sit well with Angelica, especially when it seemed as if Sean was going to win in court and gain custody of Marie.  In a panic, Angelica reacted in knee-jerk fashion, doing the only thing she knew to do, the only thing she knew would make sure Sean Williams would never gain custody of Marie…

…she ended his life.

Angelica Jones put a bullet through Sean Williams’ head, thus ending his life and thus ending his chances of ever gaining custody of their child.  Jones had made it out to look like a suicide and the cover up worked so well for so long…

…until someone found out.  Her arch-nemesis Meagan Collins found out about what happened and informed authorities, not really out of a desire for justice to be done but more to see Angelica get hurt.  To see her rival put away for good.  Meagan had hoped Angelica would get the death sentence after murdering Sean Williams but instead the judge declared Angelica Jones to be mentally unable to stand trial and instead sentenced her to time at a mental institution.  It was there that the red-head has been staying for over a year now.

The routine here at this mental hospital has become mundane and tiresome for Jones.  She’s fed, she gets recreation time, weekly trips to the psychiatrist;  sometimes more frequent than that.  But ultimately the biggest problem for Angelica and what makes this so difficult is that she is away from her children.  She cannot see her precious children, Marie and Jessica.  The youngest of the three, Kelly, who is not yet of legal age to take care of herself, has been put into the custody of Angelica’s sister, Kayla Jones.  But still, nevertheless, she has been unable to see any of her family and it is making her grow worse instead of better.  The insanity is returning.

Another mundane, routine day of psychiatric evaluation is coming today as Angelica Jones, dressed in her typical white pants and white shirt, is being led along the hall by orderlies to an open door.  They shuffle her inside to a room that is, surprisingly, quite empty.  No decorations, no medical instruments…nothing except for a table and two chairs, one across from the other.

The orderlies sit Angelica down at one of the chairs at the table. “Stay here.  The doctor will be in shortly to see you.”

“Yeah, I’ll stay here.” She remarks sarcastically. “Not like I have a choice.”

The two orderlies grunt before turning and walking out of the room.  Jones would like nothing more than to leave and make a break for it, but she knows she’d get caught.  She’d love to jump out of the window, but it’s a several story drop down to the ground.  She wouldn’t survive.  The best Angelica can hope for is to ride it out.

But for how much longer?

The door eventually opens again.  Angelica turns around to see a man in a dark brown suit and tie with a button up white silk shirt underneath.  He looks rather rugged despite his fancy attire, as illustrated by his full beard.  He even has longer hair pulled back into a ponytail.

“Good afternoon, Angelica.” He extends his hand for Jones to shake it but she just stares at it emptily. “My name is Dr. Thaddeus Rogers.”

The red head continues to stare at his extended hand but refuses to accept it.  She’s been burned all too often before by those close to her even, why would she trust a total stranger, and not just any total stranger, but some quack doctor assigned to “help” her during her stay in this mental hospital?

Rogers can tell that his new patient is still wary of him and doesn’t particularly like his presence there.  He understands this as being normal with most new patients but especially with this one.  He nods his head knowingly before pulling back his hand.

“Not very sociable today, are we Angelica?”

The Boston native shakes her head. “No, not today.  Excuse me for not being very sociable around the enemy.”

“The enemy?” Thaddeus sounds a bit perplexed by this, or at least he attempts to sound perplexed and is doing a good job pretending. “Is that how you view all of the doctors and psychiatrists here at this lovely institution, Angelica?  Are they your enemy?”

“They are holding me here against my will, keeping me away from my children.” A low, menacing growl escapes her throat. “You are damn right they are my enemy.”

The well read, astute Dr. Rogers at this time chooses to make himself comfortable, sitting down in a chair across from Angelica.

“At least you are being honest.”

“I call a spade a spade…”

“I have gathered that much from the reports I obtained from your previous psychiatric sessions.” He begins chuckling lightly. “In fact, it reads here that you threw a shoe at your last psychiatrist and scared the poor dolt half to death.”

A sinister grin forms  across Angelica’s face as she remembers that time, one of the few happy moments she had  in this horrible place.

“I remember that…” she closes her eyes “…good times.”

“I’m sure it was quite fun for you but not so much for him.”  Rogers sighs as he shuffles through his paperwork. “What baffles me, though, is your reaction to all of this.  If I may be so bold, Ms. Jones, would you please tell me why you chose to take that sort of route with that psychiatrist and previous ones?”

Angelica narrows her brow, glaring across the table at Thaddeus Rogers, studying him intently before answering him with a question of her own.

“Do you have children, Dr. Rogers?”

He shakes his head. “No, I do not.  I never did find the right woman to settle down with.”

“Then you have no idea…NO IDEA…what I am going through right now!” Angelica’s voice begins to raise a few points higher than normal. “Marie…Jessica…little Kelly…they all need me…”

She points out to the door. “And those people out there, these doctors, they are keeping me here!  Keeping me from my children!”

“Correction, a judge’s order is keeping you here.” A smirk forms on his rugged face. “If they had their way, you’d be long gone.  The doctors here do not seem to care for you that much, Ms. Jones.”

“Yeah?  Well the feeling is mutual.”

“May I tell you a secret?” He leans in close so that he can whisper and only Angelica will hear. “I like you.”

“Huh?” She blinks with surprise. “Repeat that?”

“You heard me.” He leans back in his chair. “I do not need to repeat myself.”

He shoves a piece of paper forward at Angelica, motioning for her to read it.  Jones picks it up and begins reading as Dr. Thaddeus Rogers begins to explain what exactly is going on…

“You have made very good progress indeed, Ms. Jones,” he checks his notes copiously, a smile forming across his face “very good progress indeed.  At least, that is what I am willing to say in my final report regarding your current condition.”

Jones lowers the paper and stares at him. “I don’t need your help.”

“Yes you do.” He states pointedly and definitively. “You murdered your oldest child’s father in cold blood.   Had it not been for your many suicide attempts and faking your own death at one point you would have been sentenced to the death penalty.  You would have been fried.  As it stands now you could spend the rest of your life locked away in this mental institution.  But I can get you out.”

“How?” Jones sounds a bit worried now, knowing that this stranger speaks the truth. “How can you get me out?”

“Like I said, this hospital does not seem to care for you and has been looking  for a way to dump you off onto someone else.  They were just going to transfer you to a new facility but, with a judge’s permission, I have convinced them to allow me to be your…caretaker.  Your overseer, if you will.”

“What does that mean?”

He smiles warmly, confidently. “It means that I would be your legal guardian, primarily for psychiatric reasons.  You would have to continue to check in with me on a regular basis.  But you would otherwise get to live a completely normal life…slightly supervised life, but a normal life nevertheless.”

“Under your supervision?”

He nods his head. “Correct, but trust me, it won’t be that bad.”

He winks. “In fact, it might be quite pleasurable.   Besides, you would get to see your children again.  And isn’t that what you want more than anything else, Ms. Jones?”

She stares deep into his eyes and then back down at the paper he wants her to sign.  He is right, she does want to be with her children more than anything else.  Everything she has done in her life has been for her children.  Even killing Marie’s father was done in a sick and twisted way for Marie’s benefit; at least Angelica believes that.  Why wouldn’t she go this far as well?  For her children.

With that, Angelica takes a pen that Thaddeus Rogers offers her and signs her name.

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Thaddeus Rogers

On Camera

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Good evening, SCW.  You do not know me yet.  I am Dr. Thaddeus Rogers and I am an old friend of Angelica Jones.

Angelica has fascinated me for quite awhile and it is perhaps that fascination that led us to becoming such fast and good friends.  Angelica Jones fascinates me for many reasons but most notably for her ability to flip the switch from beautiful, charming woman to sadistic, take-no-prisoners style warrior with an attitude.

Few can do that successfully and maintain their sanity.  Many try to flip that switch and they lose control but Angelica, my Angelica, has maintained control over herself throughout her life and career.  And that is what has made women, not just my Angelica, so dangerous in this sport.

Just look at the history of female athletes in our industry.  Kelcey Wallace, former world champion.  Syren, current world champion.  Taylor Chase, former world champion.  And then of course there’s my Angelica, a current world champion in her own right.

What makes women so deadly is their ability to flip the switch.  They have the beauty and natural ability t o charm men, and if they are smart they can outwit the brutes as well.  Then when it matters they can flip the switch and become a beast, a deadly feline who will maul their enemy.

That’s my Angelica for you.

David Helms, you are the one with the unfortunate task of having to face my Angelica on Breakdown.  You are the one who will have to attempt to tame the vicious tiger known to you fine people of SCW as The Dragon.

You cannot slay The Dragon.  You cannot tame the beast.  You can only hope to survive it.

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Present Day

Off Camera

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Angelica Jones is wearing a knee length black skirt and a dark red sweater with black high heeled pumps as she sits in a waiting room at her psychiatrist’s office.  These visits are regular but kept under wraps, kept secret.  Angelica doesn’t want it to get out that she still sees a psychiatrist regularly.  It is part of the deal with the judge that allowed her to be released from the mental institution early.  On this day, though, she isn’t being kept very long.

“Ms. Jones,” a familiar face sticks his head out of the door “I am ready to see you.”

Angelica smiles warmly as she stands up and walks towards the door.  Jones steps inside and shuts the door behind her.  Immediately she is greeted by the warm embrace of Thaddeus Rogers.  The embrace quickly turns more passionate as a kiss between the two ensues.  And that kiss becomes more passionate as they make their way to the sofa, Thaddeus taking charge in the dominant position, slowly and gently, yet also firmly, pushing his patient down onto the sofa.  Rogers gets down on top of her, his hands slowly drift downward, starting to feel up her skirt.

“Oh, Thaddeus…”

“Hush, my sweet; hush and just enjoy the moment.”

“I would but there’s one problem,” she nips at his ear “it’s broad daylight.  What if someone were watching?”

Thaddeus frowns, glaring angrily, not exactly at Angelica but at this entire situation itself.  Despite his desires and passions he realizes that he has to wait to get a piece of Angelica another day.

“Yes, well, I guess we can save the pleasure for another day.”

“You always did have a problem separating business from pleasure.” Angelica winks as she says this.

“Ah, but you ARE my business” he brushes a lock of her long red hair back out of her face “as well as my pleasure.”

“You are such a naughty boy, Thaddeus.”

“And you are a naughty girl.” He remarks. “Killing your poor ex-boyfriend.  You are lucky the courts put you in my care…otherwise you would still be locked away.”

Angelica nods her head in agreement. “True, and you are so lucky that I keep our little relationship a secret.  Otherwise your career could be ruined.”

“Touché.”

“So what do you say we get to the business at hand?” Angelica straightens herself up, straightens her skirt back out, and crosses her legs. “We can save the pleasure for later.”

He nods his head in agreement, pulling up a chair to sit down. “Very well.  I shall get right to business then…I think it is time we make known to the wrestling world just who I am.”

“Oh?” She asks, seemingly very inquisitive. “What brought this on?”

“Wrestling is your passion, my Angel.  I want to be with you and support you as you go through this.  I do not wish to receive it through second hand knowledge such as a television set.”

Angelica looks away from Thaddeus, looking rather nervous. “I guess we could…”

“I detect a hint of disapproval regarding my proposal…”

“You could say that.” Angelica begins pointedly. “I mean, first there’s Lindsey …”

“You two have an open marriage.” Thaddeus remarks with a wry grin. “I do not see a problem.”

“Maybe not, but still, don’t you think she’d get a little jealous?”

“Did you get jealous when Brittany Lohan paraded around with Samantha Raine?”

Jones shakes her head. “No…”

“My point exactly.”

“Yeah, well, Lindsey isn’t the only one who might get jealous.”

A low chuckle escapes his lips. “Ah, yes, I know who you mean.  Silas Mason.”

“You don’t know Silas.  You haven’t dealt with Silas and you don’t want to deal with Silas.” Angelica says in a menacing tone. “He gets very jealous and very possessive.”

“You have little faith in me.” He reaches out and touches her cheek gently. “I may not have a history in dealing with him specifically but I have dealt with his type before.  Besides,” he chuckles “he may take a liking to me.”

Angelica shakes her head. “I still don’t like the idea of you hanging around publicly.”

“You don’t have a choice.” He frowns. “Or do I have to remind you that I could get you locked back up in the mental institution at any time?”

“Right, and I can tell the world about how you took advantage of your patient…sexually?”

He sighs, shaking his head. “We’re at a crossroads then…”

Finally Angelica nods, relenting. “Ok, look, you can hang around.  I do like you, after all, but just…be careful.”

“Careful…is my middle name.”