The Hall at Patriots Place

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Off Camera

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“Is this really a good idea?”

Angelica’s voice is filled with doubt and nerves.  Her sister Kayla seems more determined and much more courageous than Angelica as she nods her head definitively.

“Yes, we have to get it over with.  Now.”

Kayla is referring to the mystery of her the woman known as Anastasia Jones, the Russian who claims to be their adopted sister.  Everything they have learned thus far seem to match up with the story.  Bart Jones, Angelica and Kayla’s father, went to Russia and while in Moscow rescued an infant child from the hands of the Russian Mafia.  The thing is, everyone thought that was the end of it…including Bart Jones, who did not bring her over to the United States.

Yet pictures and letters tell a different story.  The woman known as Anastasia has been stalking Angelica and Kayla, demanding an audience, claiming she is their sister.  The only way they can get real answers is to confront her, face to face, and in person.

But if she has truly lived her entire life in Russia, as Bart Jones fears, then more questions remain, such as who raised her the rest of the time?  Who brought her to the United States?  And what is her real agenda?  Why does she want to meet with Angelica and Kayla?

Needless to say, meeting Anastasia may not be the safest of ideas, so Angelica and Kayla made certain that this first meeting would be conducted in a public place, a VERY public place, where there would be lots of people, lots of eyes…

…lots of witnesses.

A large cylindrical building towers high above its surroundings in Foxborough, Massachusetts.  In the center at the top is the New England Patriot logo with “The Hall” written below it.  Then we see a red overhang and underneath it the same New England Patriot logo with “The Hall” written down.  To its left is The Patriots Pro-Shop and to the right is the entrance to The Hall itself.  This is Patriot Place, where Patriots Nation gather to celebrate their team.  Standing there out in front of this famous building is none other than a few of this team’s more popular, celebrity fans; namely, Angelica Jones and her sister Kayla, as well as Angelica’s youngest child, Kelly Jones.  The mother is wearing long black dress pants, black high heeled pumps, and a red long sleeved sweater.  Her long gorgeous red locks of hair hang unrestrained to just below her shoulders. Angelica’s sister Kayla is wearing denim jeans, black flats, and a black SCW t-shirt.  Her long red hair is pulled into a ponytail in the back.  Young Kelly is wearing denim blue jeans, flip flops, and a “Sisterhood” t-shirt.  Her long red hair hangs unrestrained to shoulder length.

The two elder Jones women have been here frequently.  They are quite possibly the biggest Patriot fans in the New England area and they cannot get enough of The Hall.  Perhaps this is why Angelica and Kayla stare in awe at this impressive sight?  Granted, it is only impressive to Patriot fans, but that’s beside the point.  But Angelica’s daughter, Kayla’s niece Kelly Jones, has never been here before.  This is her first time visiting.  Perhaps this is why she has a rather confused look etched upon her youthful features?

“Uh, mom…”

“Yes honey?”

Angelica asks this question without even bothering to avert her eyes away from staring at Patriot Place.

“What is this place?”

“This place?”

Angelica asks this before turning and bending over just slightly so that she and her daughter are eye level with one another.  A proud smile is etched across the mother’s face as she gazes deep into her daughter’s eyes.

“This place is a tribute to all of the good heroes of Boston lore.”

“Oh, you mean people like Paul Revere or Samuel Adams?”

Angelica frowns. “NO!”

Angelica stands up and waves her arm towards Patriot Place and The Hall.

“This is where we enshrine and remember the great heroes, heroes like Tom Brady and Bill Belichick!”

“What did they do again?”

Kelly asks, looking and sounding genuinely confused.

“They won four Super Bowls and in the process slayed the evil that is Peyton Manning.”

That time it was Kayla.  Kelly turns towards her aunt and looks up, frowning.

“Peyton Manning?”

“He’s an incarnation of Lucifer, sweetie.”

Kayla pats her niece, hoping she will accept this explanation.  Lucky for Kayla, the younger Jones does indeed sigh and accept it, staring ahead at the large prestigious building.

“Take a picture, it will last longer.”

The stranger’s voice startles the trio.  Angelica and Kayla turn around, making certain that Kelly is safely tucked behind them.  They rest their eyes on a red headed woman, looking much more youthful than them.  A wide grin is on her face.  She is wearing a red maxi skirt and a black long sleeved sweater.  She playfully waves at the women.

“Privetstvuyu,” there is a thick Russian accent there as she extends her hand “I am Anastasia…Anastasia Jones.”

“Yeah, we’ve heard of you.”

Kayla sneers while Angelica looks at her curiously, skeptically, but neither accept the handshake Anastasia offered.  The Russian withdraws her hand and then looks from side to side and even up at Patriot Place.

“This is quite an impressive establishment.”

“Thank you.”

Angelica’s voice drips with suspicion as she continues to read Anastasia, who just chuckles lightly under her breath.

“But really, sestry, why the distrust?”

“Distrust?”

Angelica arches her brow.  Anastasia nods her head and motions to the surroundings, to Patriot Place and to the people walking to and fro all over…

“Why yes, is that not why you chose to meet me in such a public place?  We have no privacy.  So many people…so many people…”

“You have given us no reason to trust you.” Kayla retorts. “You have been stalking us.”

“I merely sent you pictures, that is all.” Anastasia giggles lightly. “I had to get your attention.”

“WELL NOW YOU HAVE OUR ATTENTION!”

Kayla’s voice is loud and reverberates.  Anastasia seems un-phased by this as she just stares back at her.  Angelica looks down at Kelly and points towards the Patriot Place Pro-Shop.

“Why don’t you go inside and find something you like.  I’ll be in later to buy it for you, ok?”

“But I want to get to know…”

“GO!”

Angelica’s louder, sterner voice is enough to convince Kelly to take her leave, making her exit.  Angelica then stands back up and turns to face Anastasia, standing side by side with her sister Kayla.  Anastasia watches as the young girl who may be her niece walks away.  She grins as she looks back at Angelica and Kayla, who stare back at her with dead serious looks upon their faces.

“I take it you don't want the young, innocent ears to hear our conversation?”

“We want her safe.” Angelica remarks.

“Safe from what?” Anastasia asks, feigning innocence.

“Safe from you!”

Kayla snaps at Anastasia, pointing an accusatory finger at the woman who claims to be her adopted sister.  Anastasia just shrugs, still grinning from ear to ear.

“I have done nothing to you.”

“You have done nothing to us...yet...” Angelica chimes in “...and we would like to keep it that way.”

“I am no threat.  Of that I can assure you.” Anastasia answers, shaking her head.

“Forgive us if we don't believe you.”

Kayla folds her arms over chest.  Angelica follows suit.  The pair study the newcomer carefully with cold, intense eyes.  Anastasia just laughs light-heartedly as she once again looks from side to side as if taking in the surroundings.

“You really do have a wonderful city here, my sestry.  This is quite a lovely place.  I may move down here permanently.”

“Move?” Angelica asks.

“Yes, move.  I used to live in Moscow but now I wish to live in the great bastion of freedom and liberty, as you call it; the United States of America.”

“Why?”

“To be closer to my family.”

Anastasia responds with a knowing grin and a wink.  Kayla, feeling a sense of frustration building up within her, begins to speak.

“Look, just tell us what you want and get it over with.”

The tension is thick and intense as the pair of biological sisters stare back at this Russian who claims to be an adopted sister.  The grin on her face is deceptive and Angelica and Kayla both sense it.  They just wish they knew what was truly going on.

“I actually want two things,” she holds up two fingers “one is rather sentimental but the other is a little, as you say, selfish.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“First, I want a family.”

“A family?”

Angelica repeats this, not quite sure she believes her ears.  Kayla is a little stunned herself but refuses to blink or break the angry gaze she has currently formed upon Anastasia.

“Yes, a family.  As you should know by now, I was abandoned by my matushka.  Then our dear otets abandoned me as well.  I have no one.  No parent, no siblings.  Just the two of you to connect with and to bond with.  I want a family and I wish it to be you, my sestry.”

Kayla shakes her head vehemently. “You are absolutely freaking insa…”

Before Kayla can even finish the sentence, her older sister Angelica holds up a hand, signaling for her to remain silent.  Kayla obeys, although reluctantly.

“What else do you want?” Angelica asks.

“You did note that I said my matushka and our otets abandoned me, did you not?  My matushka is dead.  Bart Jones is still very much alive and kicking, as they say, but he is quite a hard man to track down.”

“You mean…”

Angelica’s voice trails off as she tries to comprehend what Anastasia is implying.

“If you mean to say, have I been tracking Bart Jones down as well, then yes, I have.  In fact, I have been trying to find him long before I tried to find you.  Truthfully, I gave up on him after a while and chose to go after you.”

“Why us?” Kayla asks in a demanding tone.

“You were easier to find.” Anastasia smirks. “Two of Supreme Championship Wrestling’s top stars!”

Angelica sighs and nods her head.  Of course their celebrity would betray them.

“So you wanted our father, but you found us instead?”

“Right, because I want you to arrange a meeting between me and our otets.”

“Why?”

“Revenge.” Anastasia’s smile turns cold and sinister. “He abandoned me in Moscow.  Surely you can empathize with my plight.”

She points at Angelica. “He abandoned you to a Catholic convent and mental illness and attempted suicide.”

She points at Kayla. “He abandoned you to an abusive drunk who beat and molested you damn near every night.”

Anastasia motions to herself. “He abandoned me as well and all I want is revenge.  I can get revenge for all of us.  All you need to do is to tell me where he is and our business is done.”

Angelica and Kayla exchange looks.

“What do you think?” Kayla asks.

“I think our answer is pretty clear.”

“I agree.”

Kayla turns and glares back at Anastasia.

“No way!”

“But our otets has hurt you in much the same way he hurt me…”

“We may have our issues with our father.  Sometimes I hate the man’s guts.  But he is still our father and one thing me and Angelica will never do is betray our blood.  And you, you are NOT our blood.”

Anastasia sighs and shakes her head. “Wrong answer, sestra.”

“Wrong answer?”

Anastasia grins, despite being rejected.

“Yes, that was the wrong answer.  You have set yourselves up as my enemies and now I must go to greater lengths to achieve my goals.”

“What are you going to do?” Angelica demands.

“Wait and see!” Anastasia says giggling. “All I shall say is this, you will regret your rejection and  before the year is out, I will not only have my revenge but you will beg and plead on your hands and knees to be my family.”

Anastasia walks off and Angelica and Kayla stare at her, nervously.

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On Camera

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We open in front of an off white wall.  Part of the wall is actually a mural with New England Patriot logos and players in the background and in the foreground there is a timeline on the mural illustrating from the team’s beginning all the way up until the present day.  Standing on one side of the mural is Angelica Jones and on the other side is her sister Kayla Jones.  The Sisterhood members are grinning confidently and arrogantly with their smug appearance and cocky demeanor as they stare into the camera.

“Finally, after traveling this disgusting, perverse nation,” Kayla begins as she spits out the words like venom “Supreme Championship Wrestling is taking Breakdown on the road to a city that stands high above the filth that permeates the rest of this hell hole.”

Angelica nods her head.

“That’s right, sis. Breakdown will be live in a clean city full of conscientious and intelligent people, but it will be live from the city that produces the greatest athletes in the history of sports.  This city produced the Boston Bruins, the Boston Red Sox, and of course, the greatest football team ever, The New England Patriots!”

Kayla and Angelica both motion to the New England Patriots mural behind them.

“Welcome to The Hall at Patriot’s Place!”

Kayla steps forward and begins to speak.

“We want to thank SCW for finally bringing Breakdown to a city that will respect true talent, REAL talent.  The citizens of Boston, Massachusetts KNOW talent when they see it and they will appreciate everything that their daughters, Angelica and myself, have done for them in the past, and will continue to do for them in the future.  Just as Foxborough, Boston, the rest of Massachusetts, and all the rest of the New England area, respect the New England Patriots for what they’ve done for football.”

Angelica steps forward and begins to speak.

“The Patriots have done a great deal for the sport of football, as illustrated in the mural behind us.  This Hall is set up by the Patriots Organization to honor and pay tribute to the great men who helped make the Patriots what it is today, men like Bill Belichick, Tom Brady, and especially the Kraft family.  Few will ever make this great hall, a hall of perfection.”

Kayla motions to herself and her sister Angelica.

“Only the Jones Family can argue that they have done as much if not more for sports and for the betterment of the New England area in general, because what you have here between myself and my sister Angelica is not just a Sisterhood, but a royal sisterhood of two queens that stand high atop the tag team division in professional wrestling, because quite honestly, not a damn team in this sport measures up to us.”

“That’s right,” Angelica chimes in “and we have been begging SCW and Mr. D to put us back into the tag team division because we want our championships back.  Championships that we NEVER should have lost in the first place!”

Kayla shakes her head. “It was a clear conspiracy against us!  Just as it was a conspiracy by the NFL by rigging the AFC Championship game so that an old piece of dinosaur crap named Peyton Manning could win another fucking championship, the SCW rigged it so that Autumn Valentine and that Winchester kid could be tag champs.”

“We were NEVER pinned and we NEVER submitted!” Angelica declares triumphantly. “Valentine and Winchester may have the titles but everyone knows that those titles belong to The Sisterhood.  We are tag team greatness.  We are tag team elite.”

“And the conspiracy continued when SCW put Angelica here in the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament all with the purpose of trying to keep the two of us OUT of the tag team division and to PROTECT Autumn and Winchester.”

Angelica smirks. “And finally, after much protest, SCW gives us what we want…except they give us Adrenaline Rush.”

“Tyler Tucker and Craig Thomas,” Kayla sighs and shakes her head almost as if in disgust “let’s get one thing clear.  Me and Angelica are great, you two clowns are not.  We are way up high on the totem pole while you are bottom feeding roaches.”

“We are not taking you seriously.  I mean, me and Kayla could stand here all day long and all night long coming up with some real nice, fanciful verbal attacks but we’d just be wasting our time and we’d be completely dishonest.  And never let it be said that The Sisterhood was ever dishonest.”

Kayla shakes her head. “We are always completely one-hundred percent honest, just as our New England Patriots are completely one-hundred percent honest.  They never cheat and neither do we.  They are always transparent and so are we.  I mean, they don’t have to lie about who they are and they don’t have to cheat to win.”

Angelica shrugs her shoulders. “What’s the point?  Why not just tell it like it is?  Thus, The Sisterhood will tell it like it is to your youthful rejects and maybe, just maybe, it will get through your thick skulls that you don’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell against us.”

“It’s like this, little boys,” Kayla remarks “we are The New England Patriots, the BEST team in NFL history, and you two are the Cleveland Browns, the WORST team in NFL history.”

Angelica looks over at Kayla. “Why are they called The Browns?”

Kayla smirks. “Because they’re full of shit?”

“Sounds right.”

“In any event,” Kayla continues “no, we don’t take you seriously because we are in a league of our own and we, quite frankly, are going to use you as a stepping stone towards bigger and better things.”

“We want those tag titles back, boys,” Angelica chimes in “and for some reason unknown to me, SCW thinks you are worthy enough challengers to put in our way.”

Angelica shakes her head. “You are not worthy to lace up our boots, you piece of shit.  We’re going to smoke your asses and anyone else’s ass who SCW decides to put in our way until we get what we want.”

Angelica walks off screen.  Kayla winks back at the camera.

“See you soon, boys…”

Kayla walks off screen.  The camera fades to black.