Monday, September 24, 2018

"Sisterly" Advice


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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.

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