The
Sisterhood have been the SCW World Tag Team Champions on two different occasions,
the first time defeating Standing Room Only and the second time defeating Honor
Code. We’ve fought toe to toe with every
tag team in SCW, including Adrenaline Rush, Team Desire, and The Network. No, we may not own the tag team division like
we tried to boastfully claim once before, but everyone knows just how good The
Sisterhood can be in the tag team division.
Perhaps it’s
time to remind everyone what Kayla and I can do individually? I mean, I love teaming with my sister and I
still want that third SCW World Tag Team Championship reign, but at the end of
the day we are still fierce competitors and we still want to be the best in the
industry. We can be the best, we know we
have it in us and Kayla has a prime opportunity to take an immediate step up to
that top level by winning a Trios Contract and earning the right to book any
match she wants anywhere she wants.
And as for
me, I have a chance to win my first singles gold in Supreme Championship
Wrestling. I could become the SCW
Television Champion. All I have to do is
take one of SCW’s latest rookies to school on the next edition of Breakdown.
Get ready,
Bill Barnhart, because I am taking you to school, and these will be very hard
lessons indeed.
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Off Camera
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They call it the "asylum" as if it
were a place of refuge, it is anything but. It is a place for those no-one
knows what to do with to be forgotten by the wider world. It is prison for the
sick. They take your dignity along with your clothes, talk to you as if you
were a challenged child and feed terrible food in small potions. And then they
watch, record any negative emotions, praise dull and passive behaviours. it is
truly the "Hotel California" of the state of Massachusetts. In that place, that asylum, there wasn't one
word you could say that wouldn't be taken as insane. Every little thing was
over scrutinized, every emotion taken as a sign of imbalance. The pills came,
as did the over cooked food - bland and over salted. In that place of locked
doors and barred windows time slowed - the clock ticking out the moments lost
to just sitting and staring from one peeling poster to another.
In that asylum I had no rights. I could not
leave, nor could I choose when to rise or the time at which I could go to bed.
I could not refuse the poisons that make my mind slow to the point of stopping
at cease every emotion. The room they had me stay in had no handles; they were
just sheets of smooth metal aside from the window staff peer through. The bed
was a mattress on the cold floor with a single blanket for warmth. There was no
rest from the screams of others, the ones driven most crazy by the hours of
isolation. We weren’t true patients but inmates, barely human at all. We were stuck here so that the “normal”
people, the good citizens of Massachusetts wouldn’t have to deal with us. But then again, what is truly normal? Who defines what normal is? Society?
Society is arguably just as crazy as those locked up inside the asylum.
In that place time was marked by the coming
of meals and the medications. Never was there anything good, anything that
would lift the spirits. The only freedom was fetching a drink in the plastic
cups. There was status in being able to wear your own clothes, for the masses
wandered the wide corridors in pajamas - faces wiped clean by the medications.
The furniture that wasn't hard plastic frayed at the edges and always there
were the violent patients to steer clear of, or those that harbored grudges for
obscure reasons.
Angelica
Jones stops her monologue right then and there long enough to shut her eyes
tightly, trying to shut out the light around her, trying to embrace the
darkness. After a few tense, troubling
moments she finally reopens her eyes and sighs deeply, taking time to wipe some
nervous sweat from her brow before shaking her head.
“I may sound crazy right now, doctor, and I
know I’m taking a risk by seeing you right now.”
“You’re not crazy, Angelica.” Dr. Warren
remarks. “And there is no risk here. This is not an official visit anyway.”
Dr. Jennifer
Warren used to be the staff psychiatrist at Global Division of Wrestling where
Angelica Jones one competed. Jennifer
Warren also is the psychiatrist who has been seeing Angelica’s daughter,
Kimberly Williams. Thus Angelica is very
acutely aware of who Dr. Warren is and also how helpful she can be. Angelica did not want to see a psychiatrist,
she still does not want to see a psychiatrist due to her fear, the one fear
that even tames the awesome Dragon; the fear of once again being
institutionalized in an insane asylum.
The first
time she was locked up was back in 1995.
After being accused of murdering her ex-boyfriend, Sean Williams, she
pled insane and allowed herself to be locked up in a mental institution instead
of taking the jail time. Little did she
know that her time in the mental institution would be very much like a prison
itself. Whether it was a prison or a
mental institution, Angelica was still locked away in an inescapable building,
unable to continue her search for her younger sister Kayla, whom she still
feared dead, unable to find her daughter Marie, who had been taken from her after Sean Williams’s
death.
After about
five years Angelica was released with a clean bill of mental health. This allowed her to begin her training to
become a professional wrestler and it is there, in the wrestling business,
where Angelica pulled her family back together.
She found her sister Kayla, she found her daughter Marie, eventually
found her other daughter, Kimberly. The
entire Jones family was rebuilt thanks in large part to wrestling saving Angelica
from herself.
Now she
risks losing it all due what is an apparent descent into madness. Angelica has the strongest support group one
could ask for; her sister Kayla, her children Kimberly, Marie, Jessica, and
even little Kelly, and not to mention Angelica’s lover, Aphrodite Noel. All of them have told Angelica that she needs
to get help. But they also know exactly
what sparked this descent into madness.
It was in
Europe during SCW’s European Tour when she learned that her mother was alive
and well. Normally such news would prove
to be wonderful but for Angelica, whose entire life and career, both
professional and personal, has been built upon the belief that her mother was
taken from her at a young age, this news is not as comforting. For Angelica now questions who she really
is. She questions whether or not her
entire life was built upon a lie.
Angelica
adjusts herself in the nice, padded sofa in Dr. Warren’s office. The blonde doctor sits in a leather rolling
desk chair next to the sofa, staring into Angelica’s hurt, pained eyes. Even though she is afraid of being here with
the psychiatrist, this particular psychiatrist is the only one whom Angelica
trusts. This doctor has had to deal with
Angelica before during their time together in GDW, the doctor has already
worked wonders with Kimberly Williams, and maybe Angelica can trust her with
her story as well?
“It’s easy to say, but not so easy in
reality, doctor.” Angelica remarks, shaking her head. “There’s what my mind knows and it knows my secret is safe with you but
my heart tells me otherwise.”
“That’s because the heart is where the
emotion resides.” Dr. Warren reaches out and touches Angelica’s own head. “Your head is where your logical self
resides. It acts on logic and reason.”
Dr. Warren
reaches out and takes Angelica by her hand and then places Angelica’s hand on
Angelica’s chest. “But your heart only
acts on emotion and feeling. It’s up to
your id, your reality principle, to find a happy medium between the two.”
“Great, so you’re throwing Carl Jung at me
now?”
“No,” Warren chuckles “Jung is the wrong expert, but it’s a good
guess. I’m throwing Freud at you.”
“Even worse,” Angelica says, rolling her
eyes “Freud was the sexually obsessed
freak, right?”
“Yes, he did have some rather…ahem…interesting
views.”
“That’s one way to put it.” Angelica
smirks. “But it does describe me
perfectly. I have four daughters with
three different men and I have had lesbian relationships with three different
women. I swear Freud would have a field
day with me.”
“Perhaps he would, but that’s not the point.”
Dr. Warren remarks, frowning.
“Then what is the point?”
“The point is you’re trying to distract
again. Don’t do that.”
“Well if you haven’t figured out by now,
doc, I am really having a hard time controlling myself right now. I’m torn between storming out of this office,
strangling you, or curling up in a ball in the middle of your floor and crying
like a baby.”
“And why is that?”
Dr. Warren
asks, leaning back with pen and notepad in hand. She thinks that she is nearly
ready to get somewhere with Angelica and she is ready to write down anything of
importance that Jones may say. But she
isn’t ready for what Angelica is
prepared to dish out as the redhead swings her feet over the edge of the sofa
and sits up, staring directly into the eyes of Dr. Warren.
“Why?
Do you really have to ask?” Angelica says with a low growl in her
voice. “I don’t want to be here, Dr.
Warren, that’s why! I know what it’s
like to behind the walls of an insane asylum!
I know what it’s like to be looked at by the public at large and views
as a psychopath, sneered down upon as a lunatic without a strong grip on
reality.”
“Did you have a good grip on reality?”
“Of course I did!” Angelica exclaims. “I didn’t belong in there with those lunatic
and yet I was there, I lost five years of my life there and it wasn’t fair!”
“But you were court ordered to go there.”
“Yes, you’re right…” Angelica’s voice
trails off as she slowly calms down “…but
it was either that or prison. I pled
insanity to avoid prison time. It seemed
like the best bet.”
“Were you insane or was that a lie?”
“Yes!
I mean no…I mean…” Angelica shrugs “…I don’t know, maybe I really was insane all along? Watching your mom get raped and murdered
tends to shake the psyche of a twelve your old, wouldn’t you think, doc?”
“I would think so.”
“But therein lies the rub.” Angelica
snickers. “It did drive me off the deep
end. It did push me over the edge and
yeah, you’re right, maybe I did need the psychiatric treatment because of
that. But I still lost five years of my
life, time away from my family, away from my children, because I was locked up
to get treatment for insanity, an insanity that was caused by an event that
turned out to be nothing more than a damn lie.”
Dr. Warren
is taken aback by this shocking answer from Angelica Jones. After the momentary surprise she furrows her
brow in a look of curiosity.
“Wait, what do you mean when you say it was
a lie?”
“Exactly that…it was a lie, Dr. Warren; my
mother was never raped and she was never killed. It was staged so she could run away from the
family back to her home nation of Russia and live under the radar. It was easy to fool a twelve year old, I
guess…” Angelica’s voice trails off as tears form in her eyes. Dr. Warren reaches out and grabs her by the
hands.
“I had no idea, Angelica. I’m sorry.”
“Everything I have done, everything that
makes me who I am today, it was based upon my belief that my mother was raped
and brutally murdered. The years I spent
training to become a wrestler…all for her memory. The day I won my first world title in GDW, it
was done for her. Even more recently,
when my sister brought The Sisterhood back together in SCW and won the SCW
World Tag Team Championship on two separate occasions, we did it for our mother’s
memory.” Angelica sighs and shakes her head. “But I guess that all means nothing now.”
“You are a great wrestler, Angelica; believe
me, I know. I watched you when you began
your career in GDW. You are amazing
inside of a wrestling ring, regardless of what happened when you were twelve
years old.”
“You don’t get it.” Angelica shakes her
head. “No one does. That event motivated me to better myself, all
in my mother’s memory. But now what
motivation do I have? That event made me
into a vengeful warrior, it created The Dragon who would wreak havoc throughout
professional wrestling. But now what am
I? Who am I? And that, Dr. Warren, is why I’m really
afraid…”
Angelica
buries her face in her hands briefly.
Dr. Warren pats her gently on the back in order to comfort her. Angelica then looks back up at Dr. Warren,
sighing deeply.
“Insanity is my curse, doc. It is the thing I fear above all else. I remember that last day I spent at the
mental institution; the head doctor, he was a piece of garbage who didn’t give
a damn about any of us locked up, he told me that I was cured.” Angelica
laughs sarcastically, throwing her head back. “He didn’t know. He didn’t even
care. No one knew and no one cared. How could he say that I was cured? But I believed him. I trusted him and went on believing that I
would never go back. But now I feel as
if my mind is slipping. I feel myself
slipping back into that darkness I found myself in when I spent that time in
the asylum.”
Angelica
reaches out and embraces Dr. Warren. “I
escaped that place once before. I fear
that if I go back, I won’t get out.”
“It’s clear that you need some help to put
your mind at rest, but I also believe that you fear of returning to an insane
asylum is completely unfounded. Where
you went, where you spent time, was a place for those who were a danger to
themselves or to others. You are not a
danger to anyone else.”
“But I feel betrayed, doctor. I feel betrayed by my own mother and that’s
bringing those violent urges back to the surface. The Dragon, that aggressive beast I fought so
hard to get rid of, seems to be coming back and if he does, I may very well be
a danger to others.”
A smile
creeps across the attractive blonde psychiatrist’s face. She then begins to laugh. Angelica blinks curiously, wondering what is
so funny about her situation.
“Dr. Warren, what’s so funny?!”
“Angelica, you are a wrestler. You are supposed to be aggressive. You are supposed to be violent.”
“I’ve had people tell me that! It’s wrong!
It’s…”
“No, listen to me carefully.” Dr. Warren
grins warmly, placing a hand on Angelica’s shoulder. “You and your family have been through hell your entire lives. I should know that better than anyone, as I
have worked with your family for so long.
You have every right to be upset and to be angry but the key is not to
vent those angry, upset feelings in an unhealthy way. You want to overcome your past, you want to
overcome every obstacle that has threatened to keep you down, including this
most recent one, the revelation you received about your mother, and you want to
use that as motivation to better yourself.
And that’s fine. Channel those
angry feelings and use them in a constructive way, getting rid of The Dragon
was never a good idea. Use The Dragon to
vent those angry and upset feelings inside of the wrestling ring, where you
should be venting them. You vented them
in an unhealthy manner and you see where it landed you.”
“In an insane asylum.”
“Precisely.
Your mother lied to you in a big way, I understand how that can rock
your psyche. I am here to help you through
that if you want to continue our sessions.
But there is absolutely no need to worry about going back to a mental institution
just because you vent your angry feelings…as long as you vent them in a
constructive manner.”
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On Camera
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Time for
this seasoned SCW veteran to address one of SCW’s newest rookies, “Bulldog”
Bill Barnhart.
But then again,
if we peel the layers back just a hair, we realize that statement isn’t
entirely true. You may be a rookie here
in SCW but you’re every bit as much of a veteran as I am. I’ve been going strong in this industry since
2003 when I made my debut. Early on in
my career I dominated as a singles wrestling superstar, and only after I joined
Supreme Championship Wrestling did I get together with my sister Kayla Jones to
form The Sisterhood with a desire to win tag team championship gold.
And of
course we succeeded in that endeavor.
Twice. But then again, that shouldn’t
be any surprise to anyone. The Jones
Family always succeeds at what we do.
Wrestling is in our blood and we are fierce competitors. We fight to win
each and every time that bell rings and we never hold anything back. For almost fifteen years I have dedicated my
blood, sweat, and my very soul to this industry so that I could prove that I
was the very best.
You probably
know all too well what that’s like, Bulldog, being a seasoned veteran
yourself. But you’re new to SCW. People are just now starting to form an
opinion of you. You’re the person who
defeated Dylan Howell, who at the time was the reigning SCW Adrenaline Champion. Now that was a marquee win which I damn sure
credit you for.
Even in
defeat you manage to give the competition a run for their money…except in
Maddie Chase’s case it was the whole “running” after her part that cost you the
match, but be that as it may, you still came close…you’ve proven that you’re
worthy of this opportunity you now find yourself in. No longer are you facing a member of the
Dependables, no longer are you facing a man disconnected from reality. Now you are in line for a championship match
but if and only if you can get past one more opponent…
…unfortunately
for you, that opponent is the living embodiment of the mythical Dragon, whose
flames are unquenchable, and whose rampage cannot be easily stopped. And The Dragon’s rampage isn’t just some
random act of chaos and destruction, Bulldog…oh no…my rampage has a purpose.
You see,
Kayla and I have been tag teaming here in SCW for a very long time. Everyone knows just how good we are in the
tag team division. But people have
forgotten that I can do just as well on my own.
People have forgotten where the hell I came from and it sure as hell
wasn’t from a tag team.
I came from
the depths of hell itself, Bulldog, and when Satan realized he didn’t want me I
walked through the flames of Purgatory, suffering there, until I reached the
promised land. And I did it time and
time again to opponent after opponent, victim after victim. People feared stepping into the ring with
Angelica Jones.
Now it’s
time to once again make the wrestling world fear stepping into the ring with
Angelica Jones. These are lessons that
the people of Supreme Championship Wrestling need to learn, but I have to start
somewhere, and there is no better place to start than with a big old ugly
Bulldog.
That’s
right, you get to be the first who will be taken to school courtesy of Angelica
Jones. You will be the first to attend
The Dragon’s School of Pain and you will learn the lessons of destruction the
hard way, just like any dog at any good obedience school. Sometimes bad dogs need to be disciplined.
So if you’re
the Bulldog then that makes me the disciplinarian. I keep you and anyone else who tries to get
in my way in line. I keep people in your
proper place isn’t competing for the SCW Television Championship. At least not
yet. You haven’t earned it. In fact, despite a victory over a reigning
champion, most would consider your SCW career start to be mediocre at
best. You haven’t earned the right to
take that next step up and compete for championship gold. So you don’t get to go and face the champion,
Bulldog. At least not until you pay your
dues and get through the gate.
And I’m the
gatekeeper. I will be the one who
collects your dues. And if you can’t pay
your dues, then I’ll make certain that it’s a long damn time before you ever get
anywhere near this spot again; because this spot is MY spot and I am not ceding
it to anyone, let alone you.
You,
Bulldog, are going to be held up as an example of what happens to anyone who
steps into the ring with me. And as a
veteran yourself you should know that I am not looking past you towards the SCW
Television Championship. The champion
will only get my attention after I have disposed of you.
Unfortunately,
that means you get my undivided attention, Barnhart. Championship opportunity or not, it doesn’t
really matter, I want to cement my legacy, I want the others on the SCW roster
to know exactly what to expect when they realize that they are facing Angelica
Jones, and you are going to be the one to send that message.
I don’t need
cheap tricks or smoke and mirrors to do it, I don’t need weapons to do it, but
I can still hurt you in a variety of ways, Bulldog. You will find that out on Breakdown and then
you will spread that message to everyone else in the SCW locker room. And the SCW Television Champion, who
hopefully will be watching our match, will see what I am capable of and will
know that their days as champion are coming to an end.
