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Sins of the
Father
Interlude
Off Camera
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The
wilderness of Massachusetts, the New England area, it truly is a majestic sight
if seen from the air. Rolling hills and
mountaintops extending into the heavens, touching the clouds, all of which are
combined with tall, powerful green trees that create an image of near
perfection for most individuals, no matter who you are. It is a peaceful area for the wildlife that
lives there as well as any human beings that may call it home.
Not everyone
enjoys the lifestyle of living out in the wilderness. One person in particular who lives just on
the outside of this majestic wilderness, but also far from any kind of busy
city civilization, is Emma Storm. The
middle aged woman with platinum blonde hair is used to an extravagant lifestyle
of luxury and wealth. But now she finds
herself living in a dirty rundown shack off the beaten path. Many would consider this a way to get away
from the hustle and distraction of everyday life. Emma, however, considers it a curse. She considers it a punishment for ever being
involved with the Jones family, for she blames that family, Angelica Jones in
particular, for the loss of her wealth, and thus for the fact she is relegated
to living to living in a shack out in the middle of nowhere as opposed to a
wealthy mansion where she is used to living.
Emma could
have stayed here bottled up in this little shack all by herself and lived the
rest of her life happily and quietly, away from the same Jones family who she
blames for her current predicament. But
she has returned to public life with the intent on gaining a measure of
revenge.
Her return
has not gone as well as she had hoped.
Thus far she
has learned that Angelica Jones told Kimberly Williams the truth of her
background. Kimberly, who had grown up
believing Emma was her mother, now knows that Angelica is really her mother. She now knows that Emma took her at birth to
raise as her own. Now Kimberly, with
that knowledge, is more dangerous than ever.
So Emma had put her focus on Kimberly’s identical twin, the UWA World
Champion Marie Annabelle Jones. Emma had
taken Marie as well but instead of keeping her as she kept Kimberly, Emma put
Marie in an orphanage. Emma had hoped to
convince Marie to side with her against her mother, Angelica Jones.
Marie had
been driven to the brink of insanity due in large part to her claim that she
was being stalked by the ghost of her dead father Sean Williams and later on
voices she claimed she heard. Emma tried
to use that to her advantage but that backfired. Marie also wants Emma’s head on a
platter. Emma is thankful Marie did not finish
her off when she had dropped in for a visit earlier last week.
Emma isn’t
sure if she should try and salvage her relationship with Marie or just forget
about it. She does want revenge but at
what cost? She nearly escaped with her life.
What else can she do?
Car
headlights stream in through the windows of the shack. Emma, who had been lying on her bed,
immediately jumps up. This has to be
Marie, she thinks. Marie has returned
either to join her…
…or to
destroy her. Either way, Emma must
confront Marie. Now or never.
Emma walks
up to the front door of the small shack and opens the door. She steps outside and expects to see Marie
Jones standing there but, much to her surprise, she finds Angelica Jones
standing there instead.
Angelica
Jones’s face is awash with hate and anger.
She is dressed in black boots, blue denim jeans, and a black long sleeve
shirt. Her long red hair hangs
unrestrained to shoulder length. This
isn’t what Emma was expecting. She was ok
with confronting Marie, but not Marie’s mother.
Not Angelica Jones.
“Angelica…”
“That’s my name, Emma. Don’t wear it out.”
Emma turns
and runs back into the shack, slamming the door behind her. Angelica growls under her breath, shaking her
head.
“You do not get away that easily.”
Angelica
goes up to the front door and bangs on it and pushes on it with all of her
might. She can tell this shack is shoddy
and not well put together. It shouldn’t
be too difficult to eventually put this door down. Angelica will keep at it until the door opens
and she gets her shot at Emma.
Emma and
Angelica have been at odds for a very long time. Emma is a vain and conceited woman. She always has been, even as a teenager. So when Emma’s boyfriend Sean Williams left
her for Angelica, Emma was not happy.
Not happy at all.
That’s when
Emma hatched the plan to ruin Angelica.
Just thinking about it grinds Angelica to the core. She knew Angelica was a nun and used that
fact, the possibility for scandal in Angelica’s life, to threaten her. Emma agreed to take Angelica’s children off
of her hands so that the church would never learn the truth about Sister
Angelica’s sexual promiscuity. But in
return, Emma forced Angelica to dump Sean Williams.
Angelica
would eventually get one of her twins, Marie, back into her custody. But it would be over twenty years before
Angelica got the other twin, Kimberly, back into her life. Now Emma appears to be up to her old tricks
of trying to destroy the Jones family, interfering once again in the lives of
her children. And now Angelica has had enough.
It’s time to
pay the piper.
Eventually, after
much pushing, shoving, and banging the front door does give way and Angelica
pushes it open. Jones steps inside and
looks around the room but finds nothing.
She notices another room down a very short hallway. Emma could be there. Angelica knows she has to be very careful. Emma is like a caged animal and caged animals
are capable of anything.
Jones exits
the room and enters the short hallway.
She approaches the other room but just as she gets to the doorway
Angelica is tackled to the ground by Emma, who came from out of nowhere within
the shadows.
“No!
Not this time!”
Emma punches
Angelica in the face several times with a right hand. Emma then wraps both of her hands around
Angelica’s throat and begins squeezing as tightly as she can.
“You took my boyfriend from me! You took Kimberly from me! You took my lifestyle from me! Now you’re here to take my life from me?!”
Emma shakes
her head and continues to choke the life from Angelica.
“That won’t happen, Angelica! I will take your life first!”
After much
struggle, Angelica manages to free herself and kick Emma off of her. Angelica scrambles to her feet only to get
tackled back to the ground by Emma.
“You don’t have it in you, Emma!”
“You underestimate me, Angelica!”
Emma once
again wraps her hands around Angelica’s throat.
“You took everything from me! I have NOTHING left to lose! So don’t tell me that I do not have it in me!”
Once more
Angelica manages to wriggle free and kick Emma off of her. Angelica pulls herself up and turns around to
find Emma once again charging. Only this
time Angelica is able to jump out of the way.
Emma slams into the wall headfirst.
Angelica chuckles nastily as she watches Emma stumble backward like a
drunkard.
“That wasn’t very smart, Emma.”
Jones takes
Emma by the back of her head and then slams Emma’s head into the wall a second
time. Emma drops to her hands and
knees. Angelica rears back and kicks her
square in the ribcage.
“You blame me for taking Kimberly from
you? Kimberly is my daughter and YOU
took her from me!”
“We…had…”
Emma coughs up blood.
“…we had an agreement!”
“SHUT UP!”
Angelica
kicks Emma in the ribcage a second time.
Angelica kneels down so that she is right in Emma’s face.
“I remember our agreement, Emma. You took Marie and Kimberly off my hands so
that the Church would never know of my pregnancy and my promiscuity. But I was wrong. Marie and Kimberly should have received my
full devotion from the start. I should
have left the convent right then and there and took care of my children.”
Tears form
in Angelica’s eyes.
“But I was frightened. I didn’t know any life except that life I
knew in the convent. I wasn’t sure I
could raise two children and take care of myself outside of the Church. Instead I left my children in the hands of a
sociopath.”
Angelica
wraps her hands around Emma’s throat and begins to squeeze tightly.
“A sociopath who left one of my children in
an orphanage, without any care as to what may happen to her…and then meanwhile
that same sociopath twisted and molded my other child, making her just as
deranged and psychotic as you!”
More blood
is coughed up, getting all over the hands of Angelica Jones, but she doesn’t
seem to care as she continues to squeeze.
“And now you’re back! Once again you are getting involved in the
lives of my children in an attempt to destroy them, to destroy this family, or
who knows what else?!”
Jones
releases her grip on Emma as it is clear that Emma has lost consciousness. Angelica shakes her head.
“No more…”
She reaches into
her pocket and produces a small handgun.
“…I made the mistake of allowing you the
opportunity to try to poison my children once before. I will not make that mistake again.”
She aims the
barrel of the gun directly at Emma’s head.
“What I’m about to do may send me back to
the mental asylum…or straight to prison…for the rest of my life. But no matter. What I do now is for Marie Annabelle Jones
and Kimberly Francis Williams, the two children I failed…”
Angelica
begins to cry.
“…I’m sorry for being a failure as a mother,
girls! I hope eliminating this threat
will make up for my failure.”
“NO!”
Angelica is
startled. She turns to see a woman with
denim blue jeans, simple white tennis shoes, and a black t-shirt at the front
of the shack running towards her. What’s
odd about her is the grey veil she has on her head. The veil isn’t pulled forward, so Angelica
can see her face as she gets closer. The
woman looks awfully familiar.
“Don’t do it, Sister Angelica!”
Angelica
cocks her head to one side, furrowing her brow out of curiosity.
“How…how did you know I was a Sister? Who…who are you?”
The nun
cautiously approaches Angelica and holds out her hands.
“Give me the gun, Sister Angelica, and I
will tell you everything.”
Angelica
came here with the intent on ending Emma’s life and thus ending her threat to
the Jones family once and for all. But
now that has changed. Something about
this woman, this simple nun, is changing her mind. Angelica nods her head and hands over the
gun. The nun places it in her pocket and
then takes Angelica by the arm.
“Come with me.”
Jones allows
herself to be guided back to the front of the shack. There the nun motions for Angelica to sit
down on a nearby couch. Angelica agrees
and sits down. The nun sits down next to
her. Angelica still can’t help but sense
a familiarity with this woman as she gazes deep into her warm, caring eyes.
“Who are you? And how…how did you know I used to be a
Sister?”
The woman
grins knowingly.
“Still are, Sister Angelica. Many of my sisters and other priests may
disagree with me, but as far as I am concerned, once you take an oath and an
obligation, it is forever. You cannot
simply walk away from it. So while you
may not live in the convent any longer and while you no longer wear the habit,
you will always be Sister Angelica to me.”
The woman
seems to be in her mid-thirties.
Angelica studies her closely to try and figure out where this sense of
familiarity is coming from. Where does
she know her? Then it hits her. Like a flash of lightning going off in her
head.
“Sister Maria?”
The woman
nods her head.
“That’s right, Sister Angelica. It’s me, Maria.”
Angelica
laughs lightly.
“How do you…how do you remember me? If I recall, you also were rather young when
you joined the convent, just like I was.
Though within a year of you joining, I left.”
“I know, you left rather suddenly. It took the convent by surprise.”
She reaches
out and grabs Angelica’s hand.
“But you were there for me during the scary,
trying times.”
“Trying times?”
Maria nods
her head.
“It wasn’t initially my choice to become a
Sister. My parents made me.”
Angelica
sighs.
“That’s right, I remember you telling me
about that now. I still can’t imagine
how that must have been like, to enter the religious life the way you did
against your will.”
“But you were there for me. While everyone else was super serious about
everything and offered little comfort or consolation, you were the only Sister
to ever be just a friend to me. I would
not have survived and become the Sister I am today without you. I never got to thank you or repay you but
now I get to repay you by making sure
you don’t make the biggest mistake of your life.”
Angelica
knows Maria is referring to Emma. Angelica
frowns.
“How did you get involved with Emma?”
“She came to me. Emma and I had been having regular
conversations and visits once a month, as she had expressed her interest in
rejoining the convent.”
Angelica
rolls her eyes.
“Seriously? Did she tell you that she had
been manipulating two of my children, Kimberly and Marie, to try and get them
to side against me? Did she tell you
that?”
Maria bows
her head.
“No, she did not tell me. But I knew.”
“Then you know why I felt I had to end Emma
once and for all.”
Jones fights
back the tears.
“It was my fault my children were hurt and
poisoned by her once before. I will not
let her do it to them again.”
Maria places
a hand on Angelica’s knee.
“I know you must hate Emma for what she did
and what she had planned to do, but there are better ways to deal with that
anger and that rage. Channel it...channel
it into something more constructive.”
Angelica
smirks.
“You mean my wrestling?”
“Good idea.
Wrestling is a good outlet for that anger and rage. Use it there, in a competitive environment as
opposed to using it in an immoral way against your fellow human being.”
“And what about Emma? What do you suggest I do with Emma?”
“Leave Emma to me.”
The woman
squeezes Angelica’s hands tightly.
“But please, Sister Angelica, you have done
so well. You have changed and matured so
much since killing Sean Williams.”
Angelica’s
eyes grow wide.
“You know of that too?”
Sister Maria
nods her head.
“I do.”
“Then how the hell do you still call me
Sister Angelica? You should know I
committed a mortal sin. I’m damned. It’s over for me.”
Maria shakes
her head.
“I do not believe that. The God I believe in is a forgiving one. And I think you have been forgiven…I think
you have shown remorse for what you did…but don’t throw it away, don’t throw
your soul away by murdering Emma Storm.
There may be no way back.”
Angelica
stares into the nun’s eyes. She is genuinely
concerned for Angelica and, at the same time, also seems sincere that she wants
to help both Angelica and Emma. Whether
she can or not is up for debate.
Angelica begins to cry.
“What…what should I do?”
Sister Maria
leans over and embraces the weeping Angelica.
“I’ll help you, Sister Angelica. I’ll help you just as I am helping Emma. We’ll get through this together.”
Angelica
smiles.
“Thank you, Sister Maria.”
Angelica
senses something now as she embraces this old friend. It is a feeling she has not felt in a very
long time…
…a sense of
hope. Hope for a better, brighter
future.
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On Camera
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The scene
before our camera is a regal, majestic one featuring royal purple draperies on
the wall, a regal red carpet that leads up a series of three small steps to a
golden throne with red cushions, whose red matches the red of the carpets. The sound of trumpets can be heard in the
background, blaring loudly yet triumphantly, almost as if signaling the arrival
of a monarch figure. Just then Angelica
Jones emerges onto the set wearing a tight, strapless, form fitting, glittery
silver dress with a hemline that stops just above the knee and matching silver
heeled sandals. A scepter is in her
right hand. She ascends the steps and
sits upon the throne.
“My name is Angelica Jones and I have made
no bones about my status in this industry.
I am and forever will be wrestling royalty. When it comes to professional wrestling, I am
the Queen of Queens, I am the undisputed Queen of the Ring and I do not need
some stupid gold trinket to prove it.”
She holds up
one finger.
“There is only one gold trinket I seek, and
that is the World Heavyweight Championship.
Being World Champion is proof positive that you are the best. What Selena Frost currently has is proof
positive that she is an annoying little uncreative, unoriginal, gimmick
stealing little bitch who has to be in every wrestling company on the face of
the earth just to win a Queen of the Ring title.”
Jones laughs
lightly.
“And yet now I find myself in a three way
against Siqua and Kathryn Pearson to determine a new number one contender to
the Queen of the Ring Championship.
Ironic. I could end up number one
contender to a championship I have no desire of holding. I could end up dominating a division I have
no desire being in. Granted, me being
the Queen of the ring division’s champion would bring a hell of a lot of
dignity back to a division that has taken a drastic nosedive since that snow-biz
frozen Elsa bitch took over as its champion.
UWA is probably praying and pleading that I’ll win this three way and
move on to become new Queen of the Ring Champion. But let’s make no mistake about it, boys and
girls, I am involved in this for just one purpose and one purpose only…”
She shakes
her head.
“…and I’m sorry, but that purpose isn’t to
save the UWA Queen of the Ring division.
My purpose in being in this match is to get a one on one match against
Selena Frost. I hate her and I want to
gut the little bitch like a fucking fish.
I am the only real Dragon in professional wrestling and I want to prove
it to that fraudulent little whore by kicking her ass all over the arena. But apparently I have to earn my way to
Selena?”
Jones shrugs
her shoulders.
“I would’ve fought Selena non-title. The championship isn’t that big of a concern
for me. If Siqua and Pearson cares that
damn badly about the title then let them destroy one another over it. I don’t care.
I just want Frost and I want her ass in the ring one on one. That’s all
I want. But apparently Helms and Bryant
won’t just give me that match, even if it is non-title. I have to beat the two of you to get Selena
one on one. And then, after I beat the
two of you and get Selena one on one, I get the added bonus of it being a title
match.”
A sly,
devilish grin forms across her beautiful features.
“And come to think of it, maybe winning the
Queen of the Ring Title won’t be so bad…after all, Selena seems obsessed with
that championship. Unlike normal
wrestlers who want to be the world champion, she’s content with being less than
the best. That title is her end all be
all. Taking that championship away from
her will probably inflict some sort of mental and emotional trauma upon the
frosty whore.”
“Plus, there’s the fact that my career got
its start in the women’s division. I
began wrestling in the women’s division of Global Division of Wrestling. I was a multi-time GDW Women’s Champion
before I became the first ever female to become number one contender to the GDW
World Championship. I took full
advantage and became the first female to win the GDW World Championship. So I have a history of taking a women’s
division championship and taking it places that the company never could have
imagined. I have a history, as the
leader of the women’s locker room, of leading the ladies to greatness.”
Jones stands
up.
“It’s time once again to lead the women’s
division to greatness. The women of UWA
need a leader and that leader is not Kathryn Pearson. She has tried time and time again to rekindle
that comeback but she has failed over and over again. She’ll fail the division just as she has
failed in her comeback. Sequa is a
follower, not a leader. The whole “yes
master” bullshit we hear out of her as she bows to Ba’al’s every damn whim is
getting old. Siqua is not a leader,
either. And Selena Frost is too damn
caught up in herself, she is too damn self-serving and narcissistic to lead
anyone but her own damn self. She doesn’t
care about anyone but herself. So no,
Selena Frost is not leader for the women’s division either.”
“But I can be that leader. I was that leader once before and I can be
that leader again. I will be that
leader yet again after I take Pearson and Siqua to school, showing them who the
best wrestler in the world really is.
And after I have outclassed and humiliated them in every way imaginable,
it will be who takes the next step and ends the Selena Frost era here in UWA.”
Jones
smirks.
“Believe THAT bitches.”
Fade to
black.
