The Old Angelica Jones

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On Camera

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We open in front of a backdrop of a waving flag of Botswana, a bright blue with a back stripe near the center.  Angelica Jones steps into the scene from stage right.  She is wearing a stretch knit dress, black in color, with spaghetti straps and a darted triangle bodice above a banded waist.  The mid length skirt of this dress creates a sleek bodycon look, complementing her curves for an elegant finish.  Her feet are encased in black high heeled pumps.  Her long red hair hangs unrestrained to shoulder length.  A pair of sunglasses covers her eyes.

“Free Botswana!”

Angelica smirks and shakes her head.

“No, not this time; this time, you get the truth.  You get the REAL Angelica Jones.”

The flag of Botswana in the background dissipates and is replaced by an SCW logo backdrop.

“I can be fun when I want to be.  I can laugh and cut up and have a good time.  I think I’m entitled to having a good time.  Quite frankly, I am entitled to a great many things due to the blood, sweat, and tears I have poured into this industry.  For thirteen years I have put my body on the line, for thirteen years I have shed my own blood while the ungrateful wrestling fans ate it all up and enjoyed every minute of my pain and suffering.  Did any of our beloved fans give a damn about what I went through in that ring?”

She shakes her head.

“No…did any of them care about what I had to go through in my life to get to this business?”

Again she shakes her head.

“No…not one of them gave a damn about me, so I never gave a damn about them.  Everything in my career was done for one individual and one individual only…”

She pats herself on the chest.

“….me!  And I have gone through hell for thirteen years in this sport, I gave this sport my blood and my sacrifice!  After thirteen years of sacrificing for this sport I think I am entitled to having a little fun every now and then, and after thirteen years of playing by the rules in this sport, I think I am entitled to break whatever damn rules I want to break.  Hell, maybe I’ll even MAKE a few new rules of my own?”

Jones snickers.

“But I can do that because of who I am.  And that is what the idiotic professional wrestling fans nowadays need to be reminded of, and that is what also each and every professional athlete in this industry today needs to be reminded of.  All of you watching this right now needs to be reminded of who the hell I am.”

She takes off the sunglasses and tucks them in the plunging neckline of her dress.  This reveals the intensity in her eyes as she stares into the camera.

“My name is Angelica Jones and I am a legend in this industry.  I get to decide when, where, and how I compete and I don’t really give a damn what SCW and Oleksa really think about it because I am bigger than SCW, I am bigger than Oleksa, and hell, I am bigger than professional wrestling.  If I don’t want to compete in singles matches for Supreme Championship Wrestling any longer, then guess what?  I won’t compete in another singles match for SCW.  You can take your forfeit win and shove it up your ass because I won’t be there if I don’t want to be there.  If I want to only compete exclusively in tag team matches, then I will by God continue to protest and free Botswana until I am given what I want.  And eventually I will get my way because I am entitled to it.  Now as far as this Best of the Best Tournament is concerned…”

The Boston native shakes her head.

“…this Best of the Best Tournament is an affront to me as a professional athlete.  For starters I have to be surrounding by fat, out of shape, Omaha inbred idiots for my part of the tournament, and those numbskulls are not worthy of getting to watch me compete inside of a wrestling ring.  Not one single puissant in that state deserves to see me compete and that’s a fact.”

Jones holds up two fingers.

“The second reason this tournament is an affront to me as an athlete is because its name alone is an insult to me.  How dare you call this tournament the Best of the Best when there is only ONE best of all time and that is me.  I am the best on the microphone, I am the best looking athlete, and of course I am the best wrestler alive today.  No one can touch me.  I do not need to wrestle this stupid ass tournament in order to prove how great I am.  I already know how great I am and there isn’t a soul alive in this tournament who can prove otherwise.  And yet you have the gall not just to put me in this tournament, implying that I have something to prove, but you put me as a six seed against some little twerp I have never even heard of, some idiot Konrad Raab.”

Angelica shakes her head.

“No, that’s not how this works, SCW, and you know it.  So allow me to break it down for you real nice and neat so the pinheads running this show know exactly what’s going to happen.  The first thing you need to understand is that I will not compete in this tournament unless I choose to compete in this tournament.  I will not show up unless I choose to show up.  Those moronic fans will not get to see me unless I allow them the privilege of getting to see me.  Konrad Raab may just get a forfeit victory because of me refusing to show up.  Or maybe he can earn it if I happen to find a suitable replacement?  I’m sure Taco and Bell would love to have yet another opportunity here in SCW.  Or maybe, just maybe, I might show up?”

Jones shrugs her shoulders.

“I don’t know if I’ll bother to show up or not.  This Best of the Best Tournament isn’t important enough to me because I already know I’m the best.  Winning or losing this would mean absolutely nothing to my already stellar career.  And that brings me to the second thing you need to understand about this tournament…”

She points to herself.

“…I am BETTER than a damn six seed!   Kelcey Wallace I can understand being number one.  She is the rightful world champion of SCW.  She has been mistreated, much as I have been, but Vixen Vain?  Rachel Foxx?  Thomas Valentine?  Oh hell no!  And Dawn?”

Angelica shakes her head.

“Forgive me, Britt, but your sister does not belong ahead of ME in the seedings.  Sure, she’s been world champion and women’s champion and for that she deserves all of the accolades, praise, and applause in the world, but she spent the majority of this past year calling the fake red-head ‘mommy!’  But she’s not your mommy…the truth is, she is no one’s mommy…”

Angelica holds up one finger.

“…only one person can claim that title, and that is me, the mother of professional wrestling!  That is who I am and that is why I get to call the shots around here, so if I want to drop out of the Best of the Best Tournament, then I will drop out and there is nothing anyone can do about it.  But if I do decide to compete…”

She smirks and then a low chuckle escapes her lips.

“…that’s bad news for you, Konrad.  Quite frankly I am pissed off right now at the way Kayla and I are being treated by SCW and the wrestling world at large.  And if I choose to face you, then I will take all of my frustrations out on you.  I will take you apart piece by piece until there is absolutely nothing left of you.  You are not even in my league, little boy.  So back up and just run away while you still can, or beg me to forfeit.  Or better yet, beg SCW to leave me and Kayla alone.”

She glares angrily at the camera.

“Oleksa, Supreme Championship Wrestling, you have no right to threaten me and my sister Kayla.  You have no right to threaten The Sisterhood.  We are bigger than SCW and we are bigger than this tournament.  We are bigger than all of professional wrestling.  We don’t need SCW.  SCW needs The Sisterhood.  And yet you have the nerve to threaten us with termination if we don’t compete in this half-assed NCAA rip-off of a tournament?  Listen and listen well you sons of bitches, I decide if I will compete in this tournament.  No one holds that kind of power over me except ME!  I am Angelica Jones, I am The Golden Goddess, and I ALWAYS get what I want.  So if I choose to compete, consider yourselves lucky and get ready to crown me the winner of Best of the Best.  But if I choose not to compete, then I will not compete and you will NOT fire us, you will NOT terminate us.  I guarantee it.  Where there is a will, there is ALWAYS a way and if I do not want to compete, I will find a way out.  But I am warning you now, do NOT play games with The Sisterhood and never ever play games with me.  If you keep playing games with me you might end up dealing with a Dragon as opposed to a Golden Goddess and that Dragon will tear you and your entire roster to shreds.  So let me put it to you straight, SCW.  Do you think I respect your little tournament?”

She shakes her head.

“No, I do not respect your tournament because it is a misnomer.  I AM the best of the best and I do not need a dumbass tournament win to prove it.  I could go through all sixty-three competitors in a giant gauntlet match if you really wanted to try and punish me and I’d STILL win because I am that damn good.  This tournament means nothing to me.  I also do not respect the SCW fans.  What have they ever done for me?”

She shrugs her shoulders.

“NOTHING!  The fans have done NOTHING for me, just as SCW has done nothing but try to screw me and Kayla over at every turn!  Ever since we lost the SCW world tag team titles, without ever being pinned or made to submit by the way, SCW has kept us out of tag team wrestling.  They put Kayla against Ravyn…they put me in Shot of Adrenaline…they put Kayla in a tv title eliminator…they put me against William Mason…”

She shakes her head.

“…NO MORE!  It ends now!  I am done being manipulated and used by SCW management!  I am done jumping through their hoops!  I am Angelica Jones damnit and I do what I want, when I want!  So if I want to compete in this tournament, then I will compete in it and I will by God win it all.  Now SCW wants to think it has power over my contract but if I don’t want to compete I’ll find a legal way out of it.  There is absolutely no way they can stop me.  And if I want to quit SCW, then I will.  I don’t need SCW.  SCW needs me.  That’s a fact.  And one last thing…”

She smirks.

“…many have said that they find it hard to take me seriously when I joke and cut up on social media.  Many have said that they want the old Angelica Jones, the sadistic bitch who wouldn’t take shit from anyone.  Well guess what?  You got her.”

The camera fades to black.