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Scene 1
Off Camera
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Reinhold
Messner was the first man to climb Mt. Everest without the use of compressed
oxygen. When he was interviewed by a
reporter, he was asked this one question: “Why did you go u p there knowing you
could have died? Why did you go up there
to die?”
His
response?
“I didn’t go
up there to die. I went up there to
live.”
Angelica
Jones can certainly relate to Reinhold Messner.
Just as Messner lived and thrived upon challenges such as Mt. Everest,
Angelica lives and thrives upon the challenges of professional wrestling. Wherever there is a new challenge, she feels
she must conquer it, she feels she must overcome it, she feels she must use it
as another opportunity to cement herself and her legacy as among the best
athletes in the world of professional wrestling.
Most of her
career was spent taking on the challenge of Global Division of Wrestling but she
would move on to other companies, companies such as Motor City Wrestling,
Future Wrestling Alliance, Millennium Wrestling Alliance, Global Championship
Wrestling, and even Supreme Championship Wrestling. To say that Angelica has been around the
block quite a few times in this industry would be a major understatement.
But now a
new challenge is facing Angelica Jones, one that she will tackle head on just
as she has tackled all of her other challenges…
…Uprising
Wrestling Alliance.
Does
Angelica have anything to prove to anyone?
Absolutely not. So why did she
sign a contract to wrestle with the UWA?
What brings her here to this company?
It’s
partially about competition for Angelica; competition in the sense that she
wants to leave her mark indelibly upon the wrestling world so that no one can
deny her greatness, nor will they deny her legendary status. Yet there is another part of Angelica just
likes the thrill of a good fight and that also play a partial role in her
choosing to sign with UWA. And there is
no denying that UWA is just the place for a good fight.
Angelica
also realizes that UWA will be a big risk and that risk comes in the form of
her own daughter, Marie Annabelle Jones.
The younger Jones, the child of the legendary Angelica, has long wanted
her independence and has long wanted to be able to prove to the world that she
can do this on her own without her mother’s support.
Granted,
Angelica being in the same company does not necessarily mean anything. Marie knows this as does Angelica. But they also know that perception is all too
often reality in the sport of professional wrestling and the outside world
could perceive Angelica being there just to provide Marie assistance and
support.
Nothing
could be farther from the truth.
Angelica is there to further her own career.
She knows a
confrontation with Marie is coming soon but there is at least one confrontation
that she will not have to worry about and that is a confrontation with her
other daughter, the one known as Kimberly Williams.
The issue
with Kimberly? For years Kimberly grew
up thinking that Emma Storm was her mother when in reality Angelica was
Kimberly’s mother all along and had been keeping it a secret.
Angelica has
now let the secret out. She and Kimberly
have talked things over and peace has been made between mother and estranged
daughter and they have reconciled to try and make things even better in the
future.
It appears
that things could not get much better for The Dragon of Professional Wrestling…
…but
appearances can be deceiving.
Right now
Angelica finds herself in a local gym with her sister Kayla. Both women are similarly attired in adidas
windpants, though Angelica’s are black while Kayla’s are red. Both are wearing white tennis shoes and both
are wearing t-shirts, though Angelica’s is white while Kayla’s is purple. Both women have their long red hair pulled
into a ponytail in the back.
This local
gym is full of people working out but Kayla and Angelica are focusing on the
heavy bags. Kayla is watching her sister
drive her fists and feet into the bag as hard as she can.
“Good job, sis…keep it up.”
Kayla nods
her head.
“Harder, now! Yes, harder!”
“I don’t need the encouragement, Kay.”
Kayla
watches Angelica continue to go to work on the heavy bag with her fists and
feet. Kayla just grins knowingly.
“Could have surprised me.”
Angelica
stops and turns to face Kayla, hands on her hips.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t mean to insult you or question your
wrestling ability, but let’s face facts, your match against Miller was not a
wrestling match. It was a fight.”
Angelica
shrugs her shoulders.
“So?”
“It means a few things. First of all, if you had kept it was a
wrestling match, you may have won outright instead of just drawing with the
bastard.”
She holds up
two fingers.
“Secondly, if you are hell bent to fight him
OR Ace Marshall next time, you need to be better prepared.”
Kayla holds
up three fingers.
“And three, you have Gavin Taylor at Olympus
in your UWA debut. Gavin can definitely
get it done either way, as a wrestler or as a fighter. So you need to be prepared.”
Kayla
motions back to the heavy bag.
“Now get to it!”
Angelica
rolls her eyes and resumes her punching and kicking of the heavy bag. She doesn’t like being lectured by her
younger sister but Kayla does raise some good points and if she wants to
continue her winning ways, she will need to be prepared for the upcoming
challenges that face her. Just as
Reinhold Messner equipped himself and prepared himself for anything, she must be
equipped and prepared for any inevitability or any possibility that may come
her way as she prepares for the next big challenge in her career…
…UWA.
Gavin Taylor
was a former two time Evolution Champion in the Independent Wrestling
Cartel. He knows how to get it done
inside of the ring and Angelica knows that defeating him will be a tough
task. She was definitely not given an
easy squash match for her debut. Angelica,
though, has the ultimate confidence in her abilities and she knows she can win
this.
The ringing
of her cell phone causes Angelica to stop what she’s doing. She looks towards her gym bag and goes for it
but Kayla stops her.
“Whoa, hold on, sis…”
“What?
I need to answer my phone!”
Kayla shakes
her head.
“No, YOU need to get back to training.”
She points
at the heavy bag. Then she points at
herself.
“I will answer your phone.”
Angelica
rolls her eyes as she resumes punching and kicking the heavy bag. Meanwhile Kayla reaches into Angelica’s gym
bag and produces the cell phone. She
presses a button and puts it to her ear.
“Hello?”
Angelica
listens intensely to what Kayla has to say.
“Yes, she’s here, but may I ask who is
calling?”
Kayla
frowns.
“No, she’s kind of busy. What’s this about, anyway?”
Kayla sighs
and shakes her head.
“Fine…”
Kayla hands
the phone over to Angelica.
“Whoever this is insists she speak to you
and to you only…”
Angelica
shrugs her shoulders but takes the phone anyway and puts it to her ear.
“Hello…”
“Do you recognize my voice?”
Angelica’s
eyes grow wide.
“Yes.”
“Good.
We need to talk.”
“Where can I find you?”
“You can find me in your second home…Sister
Angelica…”
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Scene 2
Off Camera
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Kayla was
none too happy with Angelica’s decision to leave so suddenly, nor was she
particularly happy with Angelica’s unwillingness to let her know what was so
wrong that she had to keep this a secret.
Angelica feels she can tell Kayla later.
Now is not the time to explain why she is to get to the local Catholic
Church.
That’s
right, Angelica’s “second home”, according to the person on the phone, is none
other than the Catholic Church. Angelica knew that is what they meant when they
referred to her as “Sister Angelica”, a reference to Angelica’s past life as a
nun in the Catholic Church.
Angelica
Jones, still in her workout gear no less, quickly makes a hasty rush up the
steps to the doors. She pulls one set of
doors open and steps inside. She is
greeted by an image of Pope Francis on the wall. She walks past that picture and past the Holy
Water on the other wall until she steps up to the doorway to the
entrance to the actual sanctuary itself. Angelica looks up and she can see the
massive crucifix at the front of the church. Without taking her eyes off of the
crucifix, Angelica quickly makes the sign of the cross over her chest.
The redhead
notices a woman with platinum blonde hair sitting in the back pew. Angelica walks to the back pew, briefly bows
and then sits down in the back pew.
“It’s been a long time, Sister Angelica…”
“Yeah, it has been…Emma.”
Emma Storm,
the woman to whom Angelica gave Kimberly nearly thirty years ago, the woman who
raised Kimberly as her own, is the one who requested this meeting with Angelica
and is now sitting here next to her.
“I have to admit, Sister Angelica, I am surprised
I convinced you to come here.”
Emma grins
knowingly.
“I thought Mother Church had excommunicated
you for your lesbian preferences.”
“As far as they’re concerned I’m straight.”
“So you’re keeping your marriage a secret? Why Sister Angelica, you continue to surprise
me.”
Angelica
frowns.
“Quit calling me Sister Angelica. I am no longer a nun.”
“That was your sister who I spoke with on
the phone, correct?”
“Yes.”
Emma smirks.
“See?
You are still a sister.”
Angelica
rolls her eyes.
“You know what I meant.”
“Indeed I do, and I meant it when I say that
you are looking quite well.”
Angelica
looks genuinely surprised to hear this compliment from Emma. The two were never really close.
“Uh, thanks…”
“I am just telling you the truth. I only wish I could say the same for myself.”
The Emma
that Angelica remembers always made certain to wear the finest clothing and
sport the finest jewelry. But this Emma
looks rough around the edges. This Emma
looks as if she has been through hell and back a few times.
“What happened to you?”
“My daughter…”
Angelica
interrupts her with an angry growl.
“…you mean MY daughter.”
“No, I mean MY daughter. Remember our arrangement.”
“Whatever…what about Kimberly?”
“She is the reason I look this way. The last time I saw her she had me locked in
my own basement.”
Angelica
blinks in confusion.
“That was a couple years ago, that can’t
hardly explain this!”
“Correct, but I trusted my Kimberly and that
was my mistake. I gave her access to all
of my resources and she and I worked well together for a time but I inadvertently
made her angry and she locked me in my own basement. Yes, I did escape eventually, but I had no
money, no job, no home, nothing.
Kimberly took it all.”
Emma places
a hand on Angelica’s shoulders.
“That is where you come in.”
“Me?!”
“Yes, I need to work way back to where I
was. I do not want to have anything
handed to me. All I want from you is a
job with a wrestling organization. You
have connections with Supreme Championship Wrestling, Global Championship
Wrestling, and Uprising Wrestling Alliance, correct?”
Angelica
nods her head.
“That’s right, but…”
“All I want is an opportunity, Angelica. I will wrestle, I will manage, I’d clean
toilets, I will do anything. I just need
an opportunity. That’s all.”
Angelica
narrows her brow. She shakes her head.
“No…”
“No?!”
“That’s right, no. Nearly thirty years ago you took my children
from me…”
“…you GAVE them to me!”
“…and you tricked Sean into dumping me! You…you ruined my life! Why the hell would I help you?!”
Emma sighs.
“I’m sorry, Angelica.”
“I’m sorry doesn’t cut it. Not now.
It’s far too late for you.”
“Fine, fine, will you at least tell me where
my daughter is?”
“YOUR daughter? You don’t have a daughter, Emma! Kimberly is MINE!”
Emma shakes
her head.
“No, she is mine. You gave her to me. Remember our deal.”
“I told her the truth, Emma.”
Immediately
upon hearing this Emma shoots up from the pew.
“You told her the truth?! WHY?!”
Angelica
stands up, facing her eye to eye.
“She’s an adult now, Emma, and deserves to
know the truth.”
“But that wasn’t our deal!”
“That deal was thirty years ago, Emma! It’s over!”
“No, it’s not over!”
Emma walks
past Angelica, shoving her back down into the pew. Just before leaving, Emma turns and glares
angrily down at Angelica.
“This was a mistake, Angelica, and I want
you to know that I will be back. You
will pay for this.”
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On Camera
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So here I
am, UWA: The Dragon, The Golden Goddess, Firestar…all three of me…whatever you
want to call me…I am here to compete, to prove that I am the best, and I am
prepared to run through anyone who dares to try and stop me.
Some love
me, some hate me, and still others fear me.
Everyone respects me whether they want to admit it or not and those few
that don’t respect me are the fools who haven’t shared a wrestling ring with me
yet, they are the few fools who have not had to go up against The Dragon. But ask those who have had to stare into the
eyes of hell itself…
…most
blinked.
Gavin Taylor
is about to share a wrestling ring with hell itself.
Knowing
David Helms and Drew Bryant, I knew that they would not disrespect me by giving
me some pushover of an opponent for my UWA debut on the grandest stage of them
all, Olympus. I just didn’t expect the
opponent to be a challenge quite like Gavin Taylor.
I followed your
career in IWC where twice you won the IWC Evolution Championship. You took our world champion Vanilla Skyy to
her physical limits. Now you’re here in
UWA and you’ve been rather stagnant. It’s
like you hit a plateau and can’t seem to get any higher than where you
currently are. And maybe, just maybe,
you are hoping that a win against me will propel you back to the top.
That just
isn’t going to happen.
I am no one’s
springboard and I am damn sure not going to let my UWA debut at Olympus be used
to save anyone’s career. This match is
going to help just one person and one person only…
…me.
Come Olympus
you will step into the ring with The Dragon and you will stare into the Dragon’s
eyes. You will face the fires of The
Dragon. And unlike some you will not
blink and you will not run away. You will
face it courageously…
…but you
will still be consumed by the flames.
Just like everyone else was consumed by the flames after they fought me.
This is MY
debut match, Gavin, not your wrestling resurrection. This is my time to show UWA what I am capable
of, not your time. UWA has seen what you
are capable of. Now they get to see me
and they will see me take you down, take you apart if necessary, and ultimately
defeat you on the grandest stage…my stage…on the Olympus stage.
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