Let It Go: Act 2

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Kayla Jones

On Camera

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Here it is, ladies and gentlemen, The Sisterhood is about to make its debut in Supreme Championship Wrestling and, more specifically, I am about to make MY SCW in-ring debut as me and Angelica face off against Dawn Lohan and Kordy Price.

Blood Grove.

I am looking forward to this debut because I love wrestling and I love the fans of SCW.  And I am glad that Mr. D did not make it easy for Angelica and I.  I am glad that he put us in against Blood Grove because I want to be tested.  I want to be challenged.  I thrive upon competition.  That’s why I got into this sport in the first place and that’s why I came back to it.

The heart of a competitor, and I mean a true competitor, not some fake running around pandering to the fans, but the heart of a true competitor will not stop beating until that final drop of blood has been spilled out from her body.  A true competitor will not stop competing until she has drawn her final breath.

Kordy, Dawn, you want to spill blood?  You want to bleed someone out?  Try bleeding me out because that’s the only way you’re going to stop me.  I will crawl after you if I have to, I will keep coming no matter what, and you cannot stop me unless you kill me.

Overdramatic?  Perhaps.  But you get my point.  My point is that yes, you two are good, you two are very talented, and I know that you will give me and Angelica a hell of a fight.  But what Angelica has, and what I know I have, is a heart.  Not to say that you don’t have heart, but I do my own heart and my heart will not let me stop, it will not let me quit…

…it will not let me die.

So bring it, ladies.  Give me your best shot.  But just remember who I am.  I am Kayla Jones and I will kick your teeth right down your throat!

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Let It Go

Act 2 ; Scene 1

Off Camera

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The sounds of a female grunting as well the echoes of feet against a heavy bag are heard throughout an empty gymnasium on the outskirts of Boston, Massachusetts.  The concrete floor is gray and the walls are painted an off-white color, at least the walls that still have paint on them, as most of the paint on the walls have begun to peel.  There is a standard wrestling set up in the center, weights scattered all over the floor.  At one of the far ends of the room is a red heavy bag.  The lovely Kayla Jones is standing there at the heavy bag dressed in a pair of workout shorts, black tanktop, and her long red hair pulled into a ponytail in the back, as she viciously attacks the heavy bag with her well-educated feet.

Kayla Jones had thought she was done with professional wrestling.  But as they say with the mafia, just when you think you’re done, you get sucked right back in and that’s just how it was with Kayla Jones.  The younger sister of Angelica Jones saw that her older sister needed her help and so she decided to join her in Supreme Championship Wrestling, but not in a wrestling capacity.  Instead Kayla wanted to help her sister in a different capacity and, at the same time, fulfill another goal in the world of professional wrestling.  For Kayla had already been a successful wrestler, she had been a successful promoter, and she had been a successful trainer, the only aspect of this great sport she had yet to master, or even attempt, was being a manager.  Never did she plan on returning to in-ring action.  That was never part of the plan.  Kayla’s days an active competitor were supposed to be over.

Yet here she is, training and preparing to step back inside of the ring, alongside her sister Angelica Jones, to go face to face with Dawn Lohan and Kordelia Price, The Blood Grove.

Perhaps it was getting planted square on her head by Katie Steward, damn near injuring her neck again, that spurned her to return to the ring?  Or maybe she was just once again feeling that urge to get back in the ring and compete?  Whatever the reason may be, Kayla had decided that she had had enough of sitting on the sidelines.  She had had enough of cheering her friends and family on, all the while she would just watch from the outside looking in.  Kayla had decided that now was the time to step back into the squared circle.

The timing seems right, at least.  Silas Mason and his World are done away with and that means she and Angelica can begin to focus on bigger and better things; the women’s championship?  Tag team championships?  Or maybe one of them could ascend to the world championship?

Kayla knows that this return to in-ring action will be fraught with danger.  Her neck will never be at one-hundred percent after breaking it several years ago.  Her history of neck injuries is known by everyone and anyone with a half-a-brain will look to exploit it.  Dawn Lohan is no fool.  Kayla expects it from her.  And even though some may accuse Kordy of having half-a-brain, the more deranged member of Blood Grove is also smart enough to spot a weakness when she sees it.

Thus Kayla realizes that her best strategy is to make sure Blood Grove does not get the opportunity to target her neck.  And yet she also realizes that it is a task easier said than done.

With each kick, from roundhouse kicks to jumping spin kicks, Kayla grunts loudly and the bag heaves back and forth.  The force of these kicks would be enough to take the head off of any competitor; she just hopes they will be effective against Dawn and Kordy on Breakdown.   The kicks continue, increasing in ferocity and intensity, until Kayla finally decides to take a break.

The beautiful red-head reaches down and picks her white towel up off of the blue mat she had been standing on.  She wipes the sweat from her forehead and then drapes the towel over her right shoulders and sighs.

Then…everything goes black...

“PEEK-A-BOO!”

“The fuck?!”

Kayla is startled and shocked.  Her first instincts is that this must be an intruder.  Fight or flight kicks in and, if you know the Jones women, you know that flight just is not an option.  Using her knowledge of wrestling and counter-strikes, Kayla reaches around, snatches hold of this intruder, and jerks them down in a snap mare take over.  The person lands hard on the blue mat.  Kayla glares down at the person  on the floor but her glare quickly turns into shock as she realizes she just threw her older sister Angelica Jones down hard onto the mat.

“Angelica!” She holds a hand over her mouth. “My God, I’m…I’m sorry!”

Kayla reaches down and offers her hand out to Angelica, which Angelica graciously accepts.  Kayla then thinks about it for a moment and lets go, letting Angelica fall back down, her ass hitting the mat again.

“Actually, no, I’m NOT sorry!” Kayla snaps back. “First of all, you’re late, where the hell were you?  Second of all, you should know better than to sneak up on me like that!”

Angelica chuckles lightly as she pushes herself up to her knees and then stands all the way up back onto her feet.  The lovely natural red-head, though with blonde hair today, is wearing a pair of workout pants, white tennis shoes, and a white t-shirt.

“Sorry, sis, but you know I can’t resist the chance to give you a good scare!”

Kayla rolls her eyes. “Unfortunately I do know this…”

“And I am sorry that I’m late.” Angelica says as she embraces Kayla with a hug. “Forgive me?”

After breaking the embrace, Kayla stares back at her with a smirk. “Do I have to?”

“If you want any help against Blood Grove,” Angelica begins with an equally mischievous grin on her face “then yes, you do have to forgive me.”

“You make a compelling argument.” Kayla answers back. “Fine, I forgive you, but we need to get to work.  Mr. D did not put us in easy for our first match in SCW as The Sisterhood.”

Angelica nods her head, realizing this to be true.  Angelica and her sister Kayla do have a natural chemistry, being sisters, but they only just recently started teaming again, back a month ago in Global Championship Wrestling.  Has the long layoff from working together brought about any ring rust?  Only time will tell.  But what both sisters realize is that their opponents, Kordy Price and Dawn Lohan, are very dangerous.  Those two have learned a great deal under the tutelage of their “mother” Red Rayne and that’s what makes them dangerous.

But Angelica can be just as dangerous, if not more dangerous, than anyone else in this company, including Red Rayne herself.  And that is one aspect of this match that really does frighten Kayla Jones, even if she doesn’t show it.

“You worry too much, sis.” Angelica remarks confidently. “Dawn and Kordy are good, and they may THINK they’re sisters,”

She reaches out and touches her sister’s shoulder “but you and I, we ARE sisters.  We have a natural bond and connection with one another that they will never have.  We will do fine against them.”

Kayla shakes her head. “It isn’t that easy, Angel.”

Angelica chuckles lightly. “Well look, I know you haven’t been active in a long time, but that doesn’t change the fact that you are good, good enough to beat those two clowns.”

“I’m not worried about me.” Kayla points a finger at Angelica. “I’m worried about you.”

Angelica blinks several times out of confusion and curiosity. “Me?  What’s wrong with me?”

“Think about it for a moment, sis,”

Kayla answers back, reaching out and tapping her head with her hand almost as if it were a piece of wood she were tapping.

“These two maniacs along with Red Rayne are running around all over the arenas and all over social media ranting and raving about a purge, about ‘redrum’ which we all know what that is…”

Kayla reaches out and touches her sister on the cheek “…you know what this means.”

The elder Jones sighs and nods her head. “I do know what it means…it means I have to unleash The Dragon…”

Angelica Jones can be very violent and sadistic if necessary.  Her violence is so extreme and so legendary that it was given a name: The Dragon.  Whenever Angelica speaks of unleashing The Dragon, she speaks of becoming the most dangerous and most violent person she can be.  She speaks of unleashing that darkest part of her personality upon her opposition and anyone else who gets in her way.

For the longest time, The Dragon could not be controlled.  Whenever Angelica unleashed The Dragon, she would go on a rampage that lasted for a long time and no one was safe from The Dragon’s fury.  Her own family had to fear it.  Though as time passed, Angelica has grown and has learned to control The Dragon.

Or so she claims…

“No!  Absolutely not!” Kayla shakes her head vehemently. “You cannot unleash The Dragon on Blood Grove!”

“Why not?” Angelica asks nonchalantly. “They want to talk crap about how they’re going to purge everybody and everything?  Let’s see them try and purge that.  Let’s see them try and purge me.  I was purging before purging became cool.”

Kayla sighs, shaking her head in disbelief. “You’re missing the point…”

Angelica stares at her for a few moments before placing both hands on her hips.

“And what is the point, dear sister?”

“The point is that,” she points a finger at Angelica “you can’t control it.”

“You’re wrong, Kayla.” Angelica insists. “I CAN control it now and besides, it is our best offense against them.  Just let me be as vicious and sadistic to them as they promise they will be to us and everyone else.  Give right back to them what they threaten to dish out and see what happens.”

“I don’t care if it is the ONLY weapon we have to use against them, because I don’t believe for one second that you can control The Dragon.”

Kayla’s emotions slowly get the best of her. True concern washes across her face, as the tears roll down her cheek.

“What if you unleash The Dragon…what if you embrace it…and then you can’t go back?  What if you become just like them?”

Angelica smiles as she places a hand on her shoulder. “I’m touched that you’re concerned about me, but I’ll be fine.  Honest.  I have control.”

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Angelica Jones

On Camera

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The Sisterhood is not just a name.  Hell, if we wanted a name we would have chosen something better than that, I assure you.  The Sisterhood is about a great deal more than just a name.  It is about an ideal and a principle.  It represents who Kayla and I are and what we are about.

First of all, who are we?  We are Angelica and Kayla Jones.  Kayla and I are first generation superstars of the famous Jones Wrestling Family.  But most importantly, even more important than that whole first generation crap, we are sisters, and that leads us into what we are about.

What are Kayla and I about?  What principle and ideal do we stand for?  The Sisterhood always has each other’s back.  We look out for one another, we protect one another, we take care of one another.  We have had to look out for ourselves for damn near three decades now!  For damn near three fucking decades we have been on our own and we could only truly trust each other.  It was the Jones sisters versus the world…

…and by God we won.  I stand before you as a person who has been a success in professional wrestling, a title holder, and famous the world over.  But I only give partial credit to myself for those accomplishments.  Most of the credit I attribute to my sister Kayla always supporting me through thick and thin.

And if you ask Kayla, she’ll say the same thing regarding her and her wrestling successes.

Dawn, Kordy, I’m going to be very blunt with you right now.  You can run around and call one another sisters all you want.  You are not sisters.  You are deluded little girls who think that sociopathic lunatic Red Rayne is your mother.

You two represent the opposite of what Kayla and I represent.  You and your Blood Grove need to be brought down and we have the power, maybe not to bring you down for good, but to at least take you down a few notches.  But then again…

…then again, maybe we do have the potential to bring you down?  Or maybe I do?  If you don’t know what I’m talking about, just stay tuned.  You will find out.  Or push me, push me to my limit on Breakdown and find out.  Either way, you will find out exactly what I am capable of…

…you will be introduced to The Dragon.

Kordy may not be familiar with The Dragon but you are, aren’t you Dawn?  And if you don’t remember why don’t you call your sister, your REAL sister, and ask her about The Dragon?  Brittany will tell you that The Dragon is capable of far worse than any of you Blood Grove bitches.

Yes, that includes your fake mother, too.

The question for you ladies is this; will you get to meet The Dragon?

Wait and see.

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Let It Go

Act 2 ; Scene 2

Off Camera

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The brilliant yellow rays of the sun shine down upon the patio area of Angelica Jones’s Boston, Massachusetts home, specifically outside on the patio where Angelica finds herself leaning back in a beach chair, sunglasses covering her eyes, her long blonde hair flowing down to shoulder length, wearing denim jeans and a red sweater.  Her feet are bare, but her flip flops are next to the chair.  A fruit drink, in a cup, is on the other side of the chair.

Training and preparation for the upcoming tag team match pitting her and her sister Kayla against the Blood Grove duo of Dawn Lohan and Kordelia Price went off without a hitch.  The Sisterhood seemingly have not missed a beat since they last teamed together and Angelica is quite confident that they can put together a strategy that will end Dawn and Kordy’s so-called Purge before it can even get started.  There was only one issue the siblings ran into when it came to their training…

…whether or not Angelica should be allowed to utilize her own dark side as a weapon against Blood Grove.

It is a challenging question and, despite Angelica’s air of confidence, even she has to admit that Kayla’s concerns are valid.  In years past The Dragon was more like a time bomb.  If Angelica was pushed over the edge then The Dragon within her would be unleashed and God help anyone who got in her way at that point.  She would become a vicious, sadistic, psychopath at that time, unable to be controlled or stopped.  Her violence was so legendary that it was given a name.  Whenever she became that violent, she would cease to be known as Angelica Jones and instead be known as The Dragon.

Things change over as time goes by and Angelica Jones claims that time has changed her Dragon persona.  She claims that she now can control it.  Instead of being like a bomb that can go off at any moment, she says it is more like a light switch that she can turn  on and off whenever she feels like.  If true, then why not use The Dragon against Blood Grove?  They speak of bleeding people and purging people.  The Dragon would gladly bleed out and purge Dawn and Kordy without a second thought.  But then, the fear is always there; the fear that if Angelica goes to that place, that dark place within her soul, where she arguably has no soul, that she may not be able to come back from it.

That’s what scares Kayla half to death.

Angelica is quite certain that she can indeed control her violent tendencies now.  She is certain that she can control that psychotic streak within her, that she can, just as she said, flip it on and off like a light switch.  But still, there is some lingering doubt in the back of her mind, small lingering doubt that perhaps, perhaps maybe, Kayla is right and that Angelica may not be able to control The Dragon and once it is unleashed, there will be no holding back any longer.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Huh?!”

Angelica is startled almost out of her chair as she jumps, turned her head, and finds a male figure standing over her.  She sighs upon realizing that this is merely her father, Bart Jones.

“Oh, it’s just you,” Angelica remarks as she rests easily back in the beach chair “I forgot I gave you a key to my house.”

“House?”

Bart turns around to gaze back at the enormous luxury structure behind him, at least three stories tall and that’s just what he can see from the outside.  Inside is equally as luxurious and grandiose.  He turns back to face his daughter with a smirk on his face.

“I would hardly call THIS a house…a mansion maybe, an estate…but not merely a house…”

“Yeah, well, there’s no need to get into semantics here.” Angelica snaps back. “A house is where you live.  This is where I live.  Therefore it is my house.”

“I’m sorry, darling, it’s just the inquisitive mind of a former FBI agent that has me going, that’s all.”

Bart scans the area for a place to sit.  He spots a lightweight patio chair.  He pulls it over and sets it up next to Angelica.  Bart sits down in it, facing his daughter.

“I mean, I know you’re a wrestler, sweetie, and I know that you are famous all over the world.  But that fame and that wrestling does not bring in a great deal of money, now does it?”

Angelica sighs, shaking her head. “No…no it doesn’t.”

“I didn’t think so.” Bart retorts. “So my question remains, how did you get the money to afford all of this luxury?”

The beautiful red-head, whose hair is dyed blonde, turns her attention to Bart, lowers her sunglasses and gazes at him, frowning.

“Is it really that important to you?”

Bart pauses momentarily, studying the frustration on his daughter’s face.  Just like most fathers, he can read his daughter just like a book.  He knows something is up, something that she is hiding.  He intends to pry it out of her.

“May I tell you a story?”

Angelica sighs, leaning back in her chair. “Yes…go on…”

“The people who killed your mother, you remember they were involved with the Russian Mafia correct?”

Memories of her mother are painful.  Angelica fights back the tears and is thankful for the sunglasses that cover her eyes right now.

“Yes…I remember…”

“They were targeting me, but they got her instead.  In any event, I don’t believe I have to stress how dangerous they are.  You do not cross them.  The US government crossed them and, as an agent, it was my family that paid the price.  Others have paid the price for crossing them but for different reasons.”

“I know this, daddy…”

“Do you?  Because the mafia, whether we’re talking American version or Russian version, is nothing like the Godfather movies.  These are dangerous people.  Yes, you can make a deal with them and they will help you out..for a price.  But if you do not pay up, if you do not pay that price, then they will come after you.”

Bart reaches out and runs his hand through his daughter’s long blonde hair.

“I’m asking about this house because it is so big and obviously so expensive that you could not have afforded it on your own.  I want to make sure you did not cut any deals with any other dangerous people to get a nice place like this.”

“This house…” Angelica’s voice trails off “…I can afford it because my wife paid for it.”

“Your wife?” Bart furrows his brow out of curiosity.  “I didn’t realize you were married again?”

“Well that’s what happens when you stay out of my life the way you do.” Angelica’s voice is dripping with venom. “But then again, it isn’t like I have paraded her around much lately.”

“What does that mean?” Bart asks inquisitively. “Who is your wife?”

“Lindsey Carter.”

Bart Jones cocks an eyebrow. “Carter, eh?  My contacts within the agency mentioned a Carter once who was missing.”

“That’s right…she is missing…”

Angelica says this in a matter-of-fact tone, a tone that does not go unnoticed by her father who studies her intensely.

“You know where she is, don’t you?”

“No, dad, I don’t.”

“Nice legal answer.” Bart responds sarcastically. “Plausible deniability and all that.”

“I learned from the best…” she says, gazing up at him.

“Then let me ask you this, were you involved in her disappearance?”

“No, dad, I was not.”

Bart sighs out of frustration. “I have no idea what’s wrong with you, but if you have any idea where she is, you need to get her back before this blows up in your face.”

“Nothing is wrong with me, dad!” Angelica exclaims loudly. “You just have no idea!  None!  Whatever happened to her, or is happening to her, she had it coming!  She tricked me into signing with Silas Mason!  She did that!  She deserved…she…”

Suddenly reality hits Angelica like a piano falling upon her head.  Her face goes pale white and she holds a hand over her mouth in shock.

“…my God!” Angelica begins quietly yet sharply. “I’m…I’m a monster…”

Angelica begins to cry uncontrollably.  Bart reaches over and takes her into his arms.  She rests her head on his shoulder, crying onto it.

“You’re not a monster.”

“I am!  At least, I have the potential to be one…” she tears away from her father’s grip and gazes back up at him “…the monster inside of me did that, not me.  And if that monster can do such a thing to its own wife, what else could it do if unleashed?  I think I can control it but…what if I can’t?”

Bart rests a hand on his eldest daughter’s right shoulder.  He is about to answer her when…

“Angelica?!”

Both father and daughter turn their attention towards the sound of the voice.  What they see is the younger sibling, Kayla Jones, standing in the doorway to the patio, hands on her hips, glaring daggers right through Bart Jones.  If looks could kill, he would be dead right now.

“What the hell is he doing here?!” She points a long slender finger at her father.

“It isn’t Angelica’s fault.” Bart remarks as he stands up and approaches Kayla slowly and cautiously so as to not threaten her. “It was my idea.  I just wanted to help her, I wanted to offer my advice is all.”

“Well we don’t need your advice!” Kayla snaps back with venom dripping from her voice. “If you really wanted to help us, you never would have abandoned us when we were children you son of a bitch!”

Bart lowers his head in shame. “I know…”

“Get out!” Kayla exclaims.

“Sweetie…”

“YOU LOST THE RIGHT TO CALL ME THAT WHEN YOU ABANDONED ME!  NOW GET THE FUCK OUT!”

Angelica gets up out of her chair. “Kayla, this is my house.  You can’t order him to leave my house.”

The younger sibling marches defiantly towards her older sibling.  The two stare one another down.

“Fine, he can stay, but I’m leaving.”

Kayla turns to leave but Angelica puts her hand on her shoulder. “No, Kayla!  I don’t want you to leave!”

Kayla turns back around to face Angelica. “It’s your damn choice, Angelica!  Him or me, because I am NOT going to breath the same air as that jackass!  I can’t even believe you would talk to him after what he did to us!”

Angelica looks at Bart and then over at Kayla.  She then looks over at Bart and sighs.

“Dad…Bart…please leave.”

Bart nods his head. “Ok, but please understand one thing…I do still love both of you.”

“Get out!” Kayla exclaims.

“Ok…”

With that, Bart walks off.  Kayla is still intensely angry but Angelica’s tears renew…flowing down her cheek…as she wonders if she made the right choice…

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Moving Forward

On Camera

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Darkness envelopes an empty arena, specifically the First Niagra Center in Buffalo, New York.  Thousands upon thousands of seats that number close to sixteen or seventeen thousand, seats on ground level that lead all the way up to balcony and nose bleed section seats, all encircle what appears to be a wrestling ring set up in the center where a lone singular spotlight shines down, creating the only light in this arena at the present moment.  But while we cannot see very much, our hearing is still quite good as a voice breaks through the darkness…

“Welcome to the First Niagra Center in Buffalo, New York!” The voice is that of a female, a female that should be familiar to most wrestling fans. “The Buffalo Sabres of the National Hockey League has called this arena home since 1996.”

A female figure steps up the steel steps and onto the ring apron, into view of the spotlight that shines upon the ring.  This is none other than Angelica Jones, who sports a leather skirt with an intricate botanical design rendered in sleek faux leather that creates a delicate overlay on this prim miniskirt that is fitted with a nipped-in waist.  Her shirt is a plain white sleeveless top and her shoes are a simple pair of black patent leather pumps with a peep toe.  Her long blonde hair hangs unrestrained to shoulder length.

“The Sabres used to play their hockey games in The Memorial Auditorium and they had quite a few good times here, but, alas, all good things must come to an end and in 1996 this arena was closed up and The Sabres had to move to a new arena.  Later on, in April of 2009, the past was forever erased when The Memorial Auditorium was demolished.  Tell them more, Kayla…”

Another female figure is now seen stepping up the steel steps and onto the ring apron.  This female is none other than Angelica’s sister, Kayla Jones.  The younger Jones sibling is wearing a simple and chich A-Line black dress with a scoop neckline, three quarter inch sleeves, and a hemline that hits just above the knee.  Her feet are also encased in black patent leather pumps, only without the peep toe, and her long red hair flows to just beyond her shoulders.

“With pleasure, sis!” Kayla smirks knowingly. “You see, ladies and gentlemen, the story of the First Niagra Center and the Memorial Auditorium that preceded it is merely symbolic for what has and what will go on inside of this SCW wrestling ring.”

The two siblings step through the ropes and into the ring itself.  Both Jones sisters, older and younger alike, head to the center of the ring where they stand side by side.  Kayla continues talking.

“Yes, the Sabres had some good times in the Memorial Auditorium, but they knew and everyone else knew that the time had come for the Memorial Auditorium to shut its doors.  The Memorial Auditorium is representative of Silas Mason and Silas World.  That pig-faced cowboy had long since outlived his welcome and it was time for him to close up shop.  He was just unwilling to admit that his World was dying.  Silas World had been dying for a long time, long before Rise To Greatness, but he would not admit it to himself.  He refused to believe it.”

She turns and looks at Angelica. “Some of his clients refused to believe it.”

Angelica nods her head. “That’s right, I didn’t want to believe it myself, but when I saw what he was willing to do to people I cared about, to my family, I knew right then and there that it was time for Silas World to end.  Yes, I was loyal to Silas, loyal to a fault, but he made the mistake of forcing me to choose between me and my family.”

Angelica and Kayla wrap their arms around one another’s shoulder. “You see, that’s what makes The Sisterhood strong.  That’s our greatest asset and our greatest weapon.  Kayla and I will always have each other’s back, inside this ring and outside as well.”

“So then Rise To Greatness came along.” Kayla begins. “Silas Mason wanted to put Angelica Jones, Jessica Lasiewicz, and Harmony Fisher out of business, but what he didn’t realize is that the plan had already been set into motion for him and his world to be demolished.  So then, just as the auditorium was closed up in 1996 and then finally demolished in 2009, five women stood up and demolished Silas Mason and Silas World once and for all.”

“Now that arena is gone.  It has been closed up and demolished.  A new one has been set up in its place…” Kayla spins around three-hundred-sixty degrees, waving her arms in the sky as she does so “…the First Niagra Center, and who knows what memories will now be made here?”

“The only way you can know is to move forward.” Angelica says, chiming in. “Me and Kayla are going to move forward, we are going to make some new memories.  And I’m not going to stand here and say the same old cheesy line everyone  else says about how their tag team is ‘reuniting’.”

Angelica shakes her head. “No, because The Sisterhood is not reuniting.  A reunion would imply that we broke up.  We never broke up.  Hell, we’re stronger than ever.  Just because we haven’t been teaming until just recently does not mean we are now reuniting.  Kayla and I are, however, ready to make our SCW debut as a tag team and we are gunning for gold.  The Sisterhood is gunning for gold.   Tag team gold, women’s gold, hell, even the world title someday?  Who knows?”

“That’s right,” Kayla chimes in “we are competitive by nature, that’s just who we are.  Competition is what drives us and we will take on all comers.  We welcome any challenge.  And that brings us to you, Blood Grove…”

Kayla points a finger at the camera “…you, Dawn and Kordy.  Some may call you deranged, others may call you psychotic.  And that may be true.  You call one another ‘sister’ and you call Red Rayne ‘mother.’  That is at least somewhat deranged, if you ask me.  And you promise of a purge, your promise of bleeding out anyone who steps in your way, that is arguably psychotic to even think about let alone do.”

Kayla motions to her and Angelica. “But there’s something we have that you don’t.”

“An inseparable bond.” Angelica answers. “A familial bond.  Do you think you two and Red are family?”

Angelica shakes her head. “You’re not.  You’re a sick and twisted evil mockery of what a family is.  Do you want to know what a real family is?  If so then sit back, relax, and listen to me tell you about Kelly Annabelle Ford-Jones, mine and Kayla’s mother, a woman who loved us and died protecting us.  Do you think Red would do that for you?  If you do then, please, please tell me what it is like to live in a dream world, because only in a dream world would Red Rayne sacrifice herself for you.  She doesn’t care about you.  She will use you girls as cannon fodder if necessary.”

“And let me tell you about a REAL Sisterhood,” she continues “because ever since then, ever since our mother died, me and Kayla have only had each other.  That’s what created that strong bond.  At the end of the day, we know we can trust each other.  At the end of the day, we know we have each other’s back.”

Angelica motions to herself. “Look at me, Dawn!  How many times have people you knew and cared about let you down?  Ask yourself that and then ask yourself, do you seriously believe that Red won’t let you down like everyone else has?  Hell, do you even trust deranged lunatic Kordy to not let you down?  I would trust Donald Trump with the Presidency of the United States before I would trust Kordy with a ham sandwich let alone trust her to have my back!”

“We are The Sisterhood.” Kayla says, speaking up. “And that isn’t just a name, it’s a promise.  It’s a promise that we will fight for one another, it’s a promise that we both stand and fight, and that if one of us goes down, we both go down.  If one of us is destroyed, the other doesn’t stop fighting until she is destroyed too.  So if you want to bleed someone out so damn bad then here’s your chance, girls.  Bleed out The Sisterhood.  Or at least give it your best shot.  You will have to bleed us out if you want to defeat us on Breakdown.  We’re not intimidated nor are we impressed by your threats of the purge or bleeding or any of that crap.  We’ve seen and dealt with worse and come out smelling like a rose.”

Angelica Jones is next, as she steps forward and points into her own eyes. “Look into my eyes, Blood Grove!  Take good long look!  Kordy may be too busy playing house with a severed hand to recognize it but you should recognize the look in my eyes, Dawn!   What you see should be all too familiar to you.  Do you want to dance?  Do you want to purge?  I know something that would love to be your dance partner and its name is The Dragon.  Be my guest, try and purge The Dragon, because The Dragon will purge right back.  You want to talk about blood?  I’ve had to swim in a pool of my own blood before, I’ve had to swim in pools of my opponent’s blood before.”

An evil smirk slides across her face. “You want to dance?  We can dance on the dark side all you want.”

Kayla now steps forward, side by side with Angelica. “I’d rather not go that route and Angelica here knows this.  But I know that it may be required to stop you two.  So understand that we have the means and the capability of putting an end to your little purge before it even begins.”