Washed Up

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Off Camera

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“Are you positive?”

The Jones household in Boston, Massachusetts, jovially called Purgatory by Angelica herself, is bustling with excitement.  Well, Lindsey Carter, Angelica’s wife, is bustling at least as she walks into the living room carrying two champagne glasses full of, yes, champagne.  Carter approaches the comfortable cream colored sofa where she finds her wife Angelica sitting down next to Kayla Jones, Angelica’s younger sister.  Kayla, fresh from a visit with her priest, is attired in a long black skirt that goes down to her ankles, a white blouse, a matching black jacket, and black high heeled pumps.  Her sister Angelica is much more relaxed in blue jeans, flip flops, and a plain black shirt that reads “SCW” on the front.

“I know what I heard.” Kayla responds as she takes one of the champagne glasses from Lindsey. “Thanks, Lindsey.”

“You may have heard wrong.” Angelica answers back as she too takes a glass of champagne from Lindsey. “Thanks, babe.”

“I know what I heard.” Kayla says, repeating herself. “Fr. Fitz told me we had an adopted sister and I seriously doubt he would have lied about that.”

Angelica sighs, shaking her head with disappointment.  She gets distracted for a brief moment as she takes a sip of her champagne and then turns to look over at Lindsey, her wife.  She frowns, tilting her head to one side.

“Don’t you want some champagne, Linds?”

Carter shakes her head. “No, I’m fine.”

Angelica shrugs her shoulders. “Suit yourself.”

“We have to face facts, sis.” Kayla responds, her voice growing grim and angrier by the moment. “Our father lied to us. Again.”

Kayla Jones has just returned home from a visit with the priest of Our Lady of the Annunciation Catholic Church, the church that the Jones family has called its own since forever.  Father Larry Heiney had served that church and the Jones Family through the good times and the bad.  Fr. Heiney was the priest who baptized and eventually confirmed both Angelica and Kayla into the Catholic Church.  Fr. Heiney assisted the girls and their father through the difficult first few days after Kelly Jones, the matriarch of the family, was brutally raped and killed by a member of the Russian mafia.  Fr. Heiney was the one who could do nothing but stand back and watch as Bart Jones made the infamous decision to send his daughters to foster care, thus separating the girls until adulthood.

A great deal of time has passed since then and Fr. Heiney no longer serves that church.  Fr. Fitzgerald serves the church now.  Despite the change and the time that has passed, the pain is still there.  Time does not heal all wounds, especially for Angelica and Kayla Jones, and forgiving their father for the role he played in the aftermath of Kelly’s murder was challenging for the siblings.

It was easier for Angelica, considering the situation she ended up in was not as terrible as it sounded.  She eventually ended up in a convent where she studied to be a sister but at the same time she remained very promiscuous with certain local boys, namely Sean Williams, who fathered her first child, Marie Annabelle Williams, who would later drop her father’s name and adopt the famous Jones name instead.

Angelica can understand why Kayla has a much more difficult time forgiving their father.  For the situation Kayla found herself in was much more horrible.  Kayla was in the foster care of an abusive drunk of a father named Oliver Hardy who beat and molested her regularly.  Angelica wanted Kayla to forgive him.  She wanted the family to be reunited, stronger than ever.  And after much convincing, finally Kayla agreed to give Bart Jones another chance.  She agreed to forgive him.

And now it seems as if that opportunity is gone…

“Let’s be reasonable here, Kayla…”

Kayla shakes her head vehemently.  Angelica wants to speak but Kayla knows exactly what her older sister is about to say and she doesn’t want to hear any of it.

“There is NOTHING to be reasonable about!” Kayla exclaims, her voice growing louder. “He lied to us. Plain and simple.”

“It may not be that plain and simple.” Angelica retorts.

“How can you defend him?”

“I’m not defending him, I’m just being honest.  I’m being realistic.  Ask yourself, sis, did you get this information from first hand knowledge?  Does Fr. Fitz really know exactly what he is talking about?”

Kayla is silent, her face contorted almost in a pout like stare.  Eventually she shakes her head.

“Exactly.  He got this information from Fr. Heiney, which in a court of law translates into hearsay.”

“This isn’t court, Angelica.”

Angelica nods her head. “I know this.”

The redhead reaches out and places a comforting hand upon her younger sister’s shoulder.  She smiles warmly, hoping to calm her down.

“All I’m saying is that we should hear both sides of the story before we cast judgment upon our father.”

“Maybe…” Kayla sighs and nods her head “…maybe you’re right.  I just don’t know where to begin.”

“May I make a suggestion?”

That isn’t Angelica’s voice.  That’s the voice of Lindsey Carter.  Angelica and Kayla turn their heads just in time to see Carter reemerging into the room, carrying a glass of wine.  She sits down to the left of her wife Angelica.  After having a kiss planted upon her cheek, Angelica gazes curiously at the wine in Lindsey’s hand.

“I thought you didn’t want a drink?”

“I didn’t want champagne.” Lindsey winks at her. “You said nothing about wine.”

Angelica shrugs her shoulders. “Right, well what are you getting at regarding our father?”

“My idea may take some research and footwork on your and Kayla’s part but I think it’s the best way to get the answers you want.”

She points at Angelica and Kayla. “I think you and you both realize that asking your father about this could get you a biased opinion.  At least, Kayla would think so.”

“I know we would get a biased opinion.” Kayla snaps back. “We can’t believe a thing he says.”

“And thus you two would be back at square one.” Lindsey answers. “So, instead of talking to your father, go talk to the man who Fr. Fitzgerald claims he heard this story from.”

“Fr. Heiney?” Angelica asks.

“That’s the one.”

“Is he even still alive?” Angelica asks.

“I’m not sure.” Kayla answers. “But Lindsey is right, he would be a good person to ask.  However…”

Angelica frowns as she can see the wheels turning in her sister’s head “...what?”

“…if Fr. Heiney is dead, or if we can’t find him, you know what that means?”

“What?”

“We have to go have a talk with the source of this mess.  We have to find this bitch and talk to her ourselves.”

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On Camera

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I am so very excited about this particular match in the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament.  I really am.  This is going to be special.  It really will be great.  Do you want to know why?

For starters, it has been a long time since I fought someone older than me.  I admit, I am getting to that stage in my career that, while retirement may not be imminent, it is definitely near.  I won’t deny it nor will I be ashamed of my age.  I have accomplished a great deal in my career as a professional wrestler and I have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.  But this guy, The Canadian Heartbreak Kid…

…my rip-off senses are tingling…

…sorry about that.  In any event, this guy, CHBK, he’s old enough to be my damn father!  This is awesome!  I’m actually halfway concerned about potentially getting fined or maybe even arrested for abusing my elders coming up at Violence In Vegas.  Lucky for me, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, so no matter how badly I abuse and destroy CHBK, no matter what I do to him, it’s all good.  No one will care.  No one will miss him.

Except any young punk idiots who call themselves fans, but we will ignore the tasteless and classless.

I guess I should feel honored.  CHBK has been wrestling for over two decades, assuming I’ve done my homework properly.  And here I thought I had a long career under my belt.  Here’s a reality check for you, Mr. Canada, I may have been an active wrestler just over half of the time you have, but in that time I have accomplished more than you ever will.  In that time me and my family have built up a dynasty and legacy that no one will ever forget…

…a dynasty that you will respect, and if you don’t respect it, then I will MAKE you respect it by the end of the night.

If you think I’m going to be merciful then you are wrong. Dead wrong.  Try one of you high risk moves.  Hit a moonsault or one of those other moves.  You’re so slow that you’ll miss and hit nothing but canvas.  And you’re so old you’ll probably break in half upon impact.  I shudder to think at what I could do to you then.  Can your fragile bones withstand the beating I intend to inflict, grandpa?

I intend to defeat you and get my two points.  I am not going to let some old timer whose time has come and gone, some old piece of crap who should have retired eons ago but doesn’t know when to quit stand in my way of victory.

You’re not even an obstacle, CHBK.  You’re just a nuisance.  And I won’t be bothered by you for much longer.