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Off Camera
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One of the
many talents possessed by Angelica Jones is the ability to appear unphased by
just about anything. Talking to her,
interacting with her, you would think that nothing can rock her. The truth is that Angelica is a very fragile
woman mentally. The Boston native has
her inner demons that she has fought all of her life. There are moments when those demons surface
and despite all of her best efforts to contain them, she ends up losing
control. She snaps and ends up making
rash decisions that she lives to regret.
Such a rash
decision was when she murdered her ex-boyfriend in cold blood. Her mental state was fragile at the
time. In her mind, she felt it was the
only way to prevent him from gaining custody of their child, their precious
Marie. The result was Angelica getting
locked away in a mental institute to deal with her mental instability.
Ever since
that point the matriarch of the Jones family has battled her own mental illness
for what seems like her entire life. She
knows that at any moment, events could cause her to snap, could cause her to
lose control. If she does lose control,
what then? How far willl she go if she
loses her mind? Could she end up back in
a mental institute?
That is her
greatest fear. Angelica’s time in the
mental institute separated her from what she loves the most: her family. She felt lucky to be granted a clean bill of
health and allowed out of the institute.
She’d hate to end up committing yet another crime that would get her
thrown right back in.
Yet that is
exactly what she thought might happen back in July. Global Championship Wrestling was presenting
it’s For Glory & Gold pay per view and Angelica Jones was challenging
Jazmyn Rain for the GCW Global Championship.
Angelica hit Jazmyn with her best offensive moves and yet Jazmyn would
not stay down. In a fit of rage or
frustration, depending on your perspective, Jones took a sledgehammer to Rain.
To outside
observers this may seem like just a wrestler throwing a tantrum. Angelica knows better. It was as if she were a prisoner inside of
her own body. She had lost complete
control over herself as she watched her body move in automatic, driving the
hammer again and again into Rain’s back.
It was not normal. It wasn’t just
frustration. This was worse. This was the brink of insanity.
There were
those in Angelica’s life who thought she had done nothing wrong and had nothing
to worry about. Aphrodite Noel is
Angelica’s lover and she was quite pleased with what Angelica had done to
Jazmyn Rain. She may be slightly bias
and Angelica doesn’t feel comfortable talking about this issue with her. There is one individual who Angelica feels
will give her an honest appraisal of the situation.
Angelica is
sitting outside on a black bench situated under a large tree providing shade
from the blistering heat of the sun. She
is on the ground of a convent, the convent where she spent her formative years
as a nun in the Roman Catholic Church.
Jones is wearing an ankle length floral print black skirt, black high
heeled pumps, and a black sleeveless blouse.
Her long gorgeous red hair hangs unrestrained to just below her
shoulders.
“Lemonade!”
This is the cheery voice of Sister Maria, a nun and Angelica’s friend. Sister Maria joined the convent against her
will, at the wishes of her parents. This
life was thrust upon her during Angelica’s final year at the convent and it was
Angelica who helped this frightened girl get through one of the roughest
patches of her life at the time. Now
Sister Maria will do just about anything to help the former Sister Angelica who
had once helped her so long ago.
Maria has
two glasses of lemonade in her hands.
She hands one to Angelica who nods appreciatively. “Thank, Sister. And thanks for taking time to speak with me. I know you must be very busy.”
“Anything
for you, Sister Angelica. And please,
don’t be so formal. Maria is fine!”
“Yet you
call me Sister when I’m not even part of the convent any longer.”
“Point
taken.” Maria responds with a light chuckle before taking a seat next to
Angelica on the bench. “So how may I
help my good friend today?”
“I just need
someone to listen, someone who isn’t biased and will give me an honest opinion
of the situation I find myself in right now.”
“You know I
am always available to listen whenever you need me, Sister Angelica, but I’d
hardly call my opinion unbiased. You are
my best friend, after all. You saved my
life, Angelica, and for that I could not be more grateful.”
“I know.”
Angelica nods her head. “You were in quite the mental state when your parents
dropped you off in the convent.”
“Who knows
what would have become of my fragile young mind at the time were it not for
you?”
“And that’s
what I need from you right now.” Angelica takes the nun’s hands and squeezes
them tightly. “I feel as if I’m losing control again.”
“What do you
mean?” Sister Maria asks, her face growing slightly more concerned as she
listens to her good friend explain the situation.
“You know
about my own battles with mental instability.
I’ve had these bouts with depression and psychosis ever since I had to
witness my own mother’s rape and murder.”
“No child
should have to witness their mother go through that.” The nun says, shaking her
head with sadness.
“But I did,
and ever since then I’ve had problems. I
snapped the first time a very long time ago, when I murdered the father of my
daughters Marie and Kim. I was lucky to
get away with being institutionalized instead of facing prison time or
worse. But I still had to deal with time
away from my family. And even when I was
released I had to earn everyone’s trust.
They knew of my mental issues, they knew of the rage, and I had to earn
their trust. My own sister Kayla didn’t
even fully trust me. But I worked through
it, I dealt with my issues, and I came out of it stronger, a better person…”
Angelica’s
voice trails off as tears form in her eyes.
Sister Maria pats her on the back to comfort her. “...but now I’m
worried that my problems are coming back to haunt me. I’m worried that my
psychosis is coming back.”
“Why do you
think that?”
“Don’t you
follow my career, Maria?” Angelica asks with a light chuckle. “I took a
sledgehammer to one of my recent opponents.
Right into the small of her back over and over again until I was sure
she couldn’t walk.”
“I see.”
“I’m
worried, Maria. I’m worried what I might
do if I snap and lose control again. I
can’t…” she shakes her head “...I can’t afford to be institutionalized again. I may never get out this time. Or worse, I may lose my family forever.”
“Sister
Angelica, you are being tormented by your inner demons and they may be fierce
but you have no idea how many weapons and allies you have at your disposal.”
“What do you
mean?” Angelica asks curiously with an arched brow.
“A support
system, silly.” Maria smiles warmly. “Your sister, your children…”
“I do need a
support system. But I’m not sure my
family would understand what I’m going through, except maybe Kimberly.”
“Do you know
of anyone else?”
Angelica
thinks about it for a moment before a smile forms upon her face. “Yeah, I think
I do…”
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On Camera
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I’m
baaaaaaaack!
I’ll be the
first to admit, my leave from Supreme Championship Wrestling was a little
premature. Kayla and I felt we had done
all we could as a unit in SCW. And you
know what? Maybe she’s right. I mean, let’s consider the history of The
Sisterhood.
Former GDW
World Tag Team Champions.
Former MCW
World Tag Team Champions.
Former 2
time GCW World Tag Team Champions.
And of
course, former two time SCW World Tag Team Champions.
There was
nothing left for The Sisterhood to prove.
Once in a great while, you have to know when to pack it up and
leave. You have to know when to move
aside and let other teams have their crack at glory. Kayla and I had our moment in the sun on many
occasions. There is no denying how great
we were as a team. There is no need to
continue beating that dead horse.
Now that
doesn’t mean the competitive drive ever goes away, and anyone who knows me
knows that my competitive drive is as high as it gets in this industry. I am a Jones, the Matriarch of the Jones
Wrestling family, and we strive for greatness.
We thrive on competition. Just
sitting at home watching everyone compete isn’t enough.
I have that
itch. I have that hunger to get back in
the ring and match myself against the best SCW has to offer.
Things have
changed on the landscape since my time away.
Some old faces are still around, still kicking ass...Regan, Sienna,
Bree, Blake, Alistaire...and there are new faces trying to make their mark on a
company I call home...Owen Cruze, Slater MKinney...and I want the
challenge. I want to be tested and to
prove once more that I am STILL at the top of my game, and that I can STILL
beat anyone that’s placed in front of me.
And as luck
would have it, I now have my chance.
Thanks to James Evans.
James and I
are together as a team, and we are going to light a fire under the asses of the
tag team division, a fire that you haven’t seen before in a long time. James and I both have the same drive for
competition, the same need to challenge ourselves.
Because if
you quit challenging yourself, you’re no longer growing, and if you’re no
longer growing, you’re dying. Plain and
simple.
I’ve won tag
titles with my sister. That shouldn’t be
a shock to anyone that two sisters, both of whom are pro-wrestlers, can get
along and win gold. We have natural
chemistry. We know how the other
thinks. It’s a perfect blend. But James and I? We’re still relatively new as a team.
Therein lies
the challenge. This isn’t just a matter
of can I still get the job done but it’s a matter of can I get the job done
with someone else?
You damn
right I can. And if luck is on our side,
we may just get a tag title shot at Fatal Fortunes.
Which would
be very unfortunate for you, Abi and Dawn.
You’re another sibling pair...Kayla and I want our royalties for that
idea, by the way...but if lady luck sends James and I in your direction, then
those belts are coming home with us and there is nothing you can do about it.
But lady
luck is a finicky little bitch, isn’t she?
James and I are partners but who knows what we’ll get in the end? As much as we want those belts, we may not
get Lohan Country at Fatal Fortunes. It
could be Har Megiddo. It could be Team
Desire. It could literally be anyone.
Or we may
get separate singles matches?
Yes, there
is a lot of unknown quantities to consider about Fatal Fortunes. What IS known, however, is the fact that
someone will have to come face to face, eye to eye, with a hungry Dragon that
hasn’t feasted in a very long time.
I’m back,
ladies and gentlemen, and that is bad news for all of you.
