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Scene 1
Off Camera
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Thunder rolls in the sky of Boston, Massachusetts and a few
flashes of lightning is even seen in the night sky. This is enough to wake Angelica Jones but the
man sleeping next to her, Thaddeus Rogers, is still like a log on the bed. Jones slides her legs off the side of the bed
and, careful not to wake up Thaddeus, gently gets up off of the bed and quietly
walks out of the room and begins to walk down the hall heading towards the
bedroom of her youngest daughter, Kelly Jones.
Angelica Jones enters the room of her youngest child, Kelly
Jones. The ten year old is lying in bed
barely awake having awoken just a few moments earlier from the sound of thunder
in the background. Kelly looks up at her
mother. Once mother and daughter lock
eyes a grin forms on each of their faces.
“Hi, sweetheart.” Angelica remarks soothingly. “Are you ok?”
“Yeah, mom.” Kelly says slowly, drowsily, as it is clear
that sleep is still seeking to claim her. “It was just the thunder. That’s all.”
“Good.” She sits down on the edge of Kelly’s bed and runs a
hand through her long red hair. “Now go back to sleep. You have school
tomorrow.”
“kay…”
Kelly lays her head back down after Angelica leans down and
kisses her forehead before standing up.
Seeing that her daughter is ok she turns to walk away but then…
“Mom…”
Jones stops where she is and turns around, finding her
daughter sitting up in bed. “Yes, sweetie?”
“Where’s Lindsey?”
Lindsey Carter, Angelica’s wife and Kelly’s stop-mother, is
a favorite amongst all of the Jones children, Marie and Jessica included. They have really taken to Lindsey, much as
Angelica herself has. For a woman who
has had so much difficulty in finding the right love, the right life partner,
it seems as if finally Angelica has found the perfect fit.
“Lindsey is away on a business trip.” Angelica responds
slowly, quietly. “She’ll be home in a
few days.”
“Good.” Kelly lies back down. “I like Lindsey.”’
“I’m glad to hear you say that, darling. Now go back to bed.”
Angelica Jones finally turns and exits her daughter’s
bedroom. As she makes her way back down
the hall towards her own bedroom she thinks about her own future. Kelly Jones, the youngest of her three
daughters, represents that very future for which she fights right this very
moment. Jessica Lasiewicz and Marie
Annabelle Jones, her other two daughters, are already grown and embarking upon
their own professional careers, making lives for themselves. Marie and Jessica are already writing new
chapters in the Jones family legacy.
Kelly, the ten year old, is still to come. She has yet to make her mark upon the world’s
stage. But soon, Angelica knows, that it
will be her time to shine, and she wants to be there for her every step of the
way, just as she was there for Jessica and Marie.
Unfortunately she may not be there for Kelly and she knows
it. She realizes that her own future
and, thus Kelly’s, is in jeopardy due in large part to two men. Two individuals that holds her future in the
palm of their hands.
Thaddeus Rogers and Silas Mason.
Angelica truly believes she can handle Silas Mason. She does know Silas Mason is selfish and
looks out for himself, but then again that’s how it is with just about everyone
in professional wrestling. Everyone is
looking out for number one. That’s why
she and Silas have made such a great pairing.
And with Silas by her side she has managed to procure three more world
championships as well as the ownership of Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER. Thaddeus Rogers is a completely different
story. Jones does not believe that she
can control him. She does not believe
that he has her best interests at heart.
He is here tonight and it is for that reason that she is
even more cautious than usual. Jones
slowly and quietly opens the door to her bedroom, hoping she won’t disturb and
awaken Thaddeus Rogers. Unfortunately…
“You know, my Angel, you look quite lovely in that
nightgown.” Immediately upon entering
the bedroom she rests her eyes upon Thaddeus Rogers, staring at her from the
bed.
The lovely redhead forces a smile upon her face. “Thank you,
Thaddeus.”
A sly, almost sinister grin forms across his bearded lips.
“Take it off.”
“What?”
“You heard me, my dear.” He grins knowingly, with almost a
look of lust in his eyes. “Take the nightgown off for me, my sweet darling
Angel.”
Jones stares across at Rogers, the man who is responsible
for her freedom from the mental asylum, the man who is her legal guardian. With one spoken word from him she can either
remain free or return to the mental hospital.
This relationship that she has with Thaddeus Rogers has been very
tumultuous to say the least. Rogers has
dirt on Jones but Jones also has dirt on him, for she is his patient and he has
been abusing that relationship by forcing himself into a sexual
relationship. She could easily utilize
that to ruin him but at the same time Angelica realizes she would be returned
to the mental asylum and that is something she does not want. That is not a
future she wants to hear about. She
knows what she must do.
The Boston native reaches down and begins to remove her
nightgown. “Stop…”
“Huh?”
“You’re not doing it right.” He grins, almost like a snake
in the grass. “Sexily, my sweet. And
with a smile. You enjoy it, don’t you?”
Angelica glares at Rogers, glares daggers right through the
heart of this man who holds a blackmail over her. This threat is enough, though, to keep her
under control. The red head smiles as
she saunters sexily, slowly but surely taking the pink silky nightgown
off. As she approaches the bed where
Thaddeus Rogers lies in wait. She drops
the nightgown onto his head.
“Like that, sexy?”
The bearded Thaddeus Rogers removes the nightgown from his
head. He takes a deep whiff of it and
grins from ear to ear before tossing the piece of silky lingerie aside.
“Oh yes, I love it.”
He motions to the bed. “Now get in bed, darling. I’m not done with you, tonight.”
“Sure thing…”
Much to her disgrace she climbs back in her bed, now only in
lacy black bra and panties and snuggles up close to Thaddeus Rogers. She shudders as she realizes that this man,
Thaddeus Rogers, right now owns her. He
owns her and she has to do something about it or else the future of her
children, Kelly in particular, are at stake.
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Thaddeus Rogers
On Camera
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Shot of Adrenaline…quite a cute, catchy gimmick of a
name. But what everyone in the ranks of
Supreme Championship Wrestling need to understand is that only one athlete on
your roster actually has the capability of obtaining and sustaining the
endurance, or the adrenaline as you may put it, in order to push forward in
this tournament and win it all…
…my Angel.
Angelica Jones has been wrestling since she was eighteen and
since that time she has seen it all and has endured everything and achieved
everything a professional athlete could hope to endure or achieve in this great
sport of kings…
…or sport of Queens as it were…
…because the simple fact is that the Queen of Professional
Wrestling is, always has been, and always will be my Angel, the greatest
professional wrestler in the world today.
You call her The Dragon, The Golden Goddess, Firestar…
…the doofus in the cowboy hat calls her Baby Red…
…but she is mine. She
is mine all mine and no one can claim her but me. And while Silas Mason may
believe he knows of her, only I truly know about her. Only I know of her capabilities and
potential.
Shot of Adrenaline tournament is nothing for Angelica
Jones. She will run through it like a
hot knife through butter. She will run
through it like a lawn mower. And it all
begins with you, Chris Cannon.
Yes, there is no denying that you managed to get one over
upon my Angel before, and you may very well get one over on her again. I won’t
deny your capability as an athlete. What
I will tell you is that you will be in for a fight and, my friend, you may not
walk away from this fight. My Angel
doesn’t take defeat too kindly.
You know it.
I know it.
The wrestling world at large knows it.
So prepare for a long night, Cannon. Prepare for it and expect it. Ultimately, though, at the end of the day, my
Angel will win this tournament. Because
this is a marathon and, in a marathon, you do not have to win EVERY race.
Just like in a war, you do not have to win EVERY battle to
win the war.
And my Angel WILL win the war, even if she loses this minor
skirmish.
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Scene 2
Off Camera
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Angelica is lying alone in bed, her pink nightgown has been
put back on and it has been several hours since Thaddeus Rogers has left the
premises. Still, the memories remain as
do the outward signs of his presence; disheveled hair, and tears rolling down
her cheek, tears that represent the shame within her heart and soul as to what
she has been doing with Rogers. Times
like this make her feel alone, they make her feel as if she has no support and
no one to help her out.
Granted she does have her agent, Silas Mason. She imagines it wouldn’t be too difficult to
turn control over her affairs from Thaddeus to Silas, since he is already
assisting to manage her professional career anyway. But then she isn’t quite sure she wants to
let anyone, Silas Mason or otherwise, have that much control, that much say,
over her private life.
And yet if she cannot find a way out, then she may have no
other option but to turn to Silas Mason.
“Angelica…”
That voice brings a smile to the face of Angelica Jones, for
it is not the voice of Thaddeus Rogers but instead the voice of her cousin Monroe
Jones, who himself is a professional wrestler.
Whereas Angelica was trained in an American style that encouraged
anything and everything, Monroe was trained in a more conventional, traditional
European style of fighting. Also whereas
Angelica is more emotional, Monroe is much more logical. He tends to think things through before
making any rash decisions.
Having Monroe over shortly after Thaddeus left was a good
idea. Having Monroe in her life is a
Godsend in and of itself, as far as Angelica is concerned. She has to take care of Kelly herself with
Lindsey Carter away on business.
Angelica damn sure doesn’t trust Thaddeus Rogers with the well-being of
her daughter, but Monroe is family and Angelica trusts him immensely.
“In here, Monroe.”
Her voice is quiet, calm, and reserved, a far cry and deeply
contrasted from her usual excited, happy, almost bubbly self that everyone
seems to know and love (or is annoyed with) on social media. But she does manage a smile as she sees the
door open and she watches her cousin Monroe entering the bedroom.
“Ah, there’s my beautiful red-headed cousin.”
“Yeah…” her voice trails off as she sits up in bed and then,
taking a few locks of her long red hair, sighs “…I may go blonde again for
awhile, actually.”
“Oh?” He sits down on the edge of the bed next to Angelica. “Any
particular reason?”
She shrugs her shoulders. “No real reason, Monroe. Just bored is all. I want some change in my life.”
She half-grins. “And you know, I can’t control every aspect
of my life, but at least my hair is one thing I CAN control.”
A light-hearted laugh escapes her throat. But Monroe does not laugh. He doesn’t even crack a smile. Monroe just stares at her as he studies her
closely, intensely, trying to pick her apart, trying to read her facial
features, trying to figure out what’s going on.
“What is wrong, cousin?”
“Huh?” Angelica decides to play dumb. “I don’t know what you’re
talking about. I’m great.”
He chuckles lightly. “You always were a terrible liar, my
dear.”
He places a hand on her shoulder. “The mere statement about
your hair color being one of the few things you can control gives you
away. That isn’t to mention your rather
drab demeanor today.”
“Drab?”
He nods his head slowly. “Yes, and please do not take
offense, cousin, but it is quite clear to me that, comparing your attitude here
to your attitude on social media, that at least one of them is real and one of
them is a put-on, a show for the rest of the world to hide the truth…whatever
that truth may be…”
Angelica narrows her brow as she glares at Monroe, at first
out of anger but then that angry glare breaks into a grin.
“You are such a smart-ass, you know that?”
Monroe shrugs his shoulders. “Apologies, my dear…I did not
mean to be a…well…”
“Oh just say it.” She snickers. “Quit being such a prude.”
“I wouldn’t call myself a prude. I would prefer to call myself well-behaved.”
“Oh no,” she shakes her head “you’re a prude.”
He arches his brow. “Nice try, cousin, but your attempt to
change the subject back onto me will not work.”
“I thought it had been working pretty well, myself.”
“Perhaps so, but it failed nonetheless.” He winks. “Now tell me, what’s wrong.”
The red-head stares deeply into her cousin’s eyes, eyes that
tell the story, tell the story of care, caring about her and wanting to see if
he can help. Finally she sighs and begins
to spill the beans.
“It’s difficult, Monroe.
All too difficult, even for me, to handle.”
“I find that hard to believe.” Monroe states. “You are quite
the strong woman.”
“Thanks for the compliment, but this one has me over a barrel.”
“What could possibly be so bad, my dear?”
“Do you know about the time I spent in a mental asylum?”
Monroe nods his head. “Yes, I remember it well. I remember
visiting you in that horrible place.”
“Yes, and I thank you for that. But there’s something you don’t know about my
time there, namely of how I got released.”
Monroe blinks out of confusion. “I was under the assumption
that it was good behavior. Was I
mistaken?”
“Well, not entirely mistaken. Good behavior was the excuse used, but the
real reason is that I was released in a probationary state, under the care of
an individual who would watch my actions, observe me, like a probation officer,
to ensure that I did not go crazy again.”
“…or fall off the wagon as drunkards might say.”
“Exactly.”
Monroe frowns. “Who is that man, Angelica?”
“…you don’t want to know.”
“Tell me, Angelica.” Monroe begins to grow more and more
impatient. “You have to tell me!”
“…Thaddeus Rogers.”
Monroe stands up and begins to walk towards the door. “What
are you going to do?”
“I’m going to take care of it.”
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Monroe Jones
On Camera
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I love and support my family. I may not always agree with their
associations and alliances, but I always support my family and I will always do
everything within my power to help them, to steer them back into the right
direction.
No, I do not believe my cousin’s association with your Silas
Mason is very wise. Nor do I believe
that her most recently revealed association with this Thaddeus Rogers is wise
either. I believe both of these
allegiances to be poisonous. I hope one
day that sweet Angelica will see this as well.
While she may not be making the best business decisions
right now, I do not believe anyone can deny her ability as an in-ring
performer. She would tell you that she
is the best in the world. I am not going
to go that far, but I am willing to go as far as to say that she is the best
wrestler in the entire Jones family wrestling dynasty.
Apologies, cousin Kayla…
Christopher Cannon, you and my cousin have had grueling
battles in the past and no, they did not all end, well, rather cleanly, all
thanks to the despicable brood of vipers known as Silas World.
I do hope you two can have a good match this time. I do hope this time you two can have a clean
match without any outside involvement or interference from anyone. I believe that’s what you want and I truly
believe, in her heart of hearts, that it would please Angelica greatly as well.
But understand also, Mr. Cannon, that my cousin does not
take losing very lightly and she has been itching for this opportunity, an
opportunity that does not come along often; an opportunity to avenge a loss.
What you can expect is a firestorm of violence from one of
the best athletes in this profession.
What you can expect is my cousin to be unrelenting. That, Cannon, is what you can expect in this
first round contest of this tournament.
Good luck, and may the best wrestler win.
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Angelica Jones
On Camera
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Thaddeus said it, so did Monroe, and it is true…it is so
very true…
I loathe losing.
Cannon, you did what very few people have managed to
do. You defeated me. Clean, straight up victory. I give you the credit for that. On that night, you were better than me.
And I absolutely LOATHE hearing those words come out of my
mouth!
There is something else I loathe having to hear, and that is
the constant griping and whining from the peanut gallery about how I made a
mistake in siding with Silas Mason.
Shaun Cruze says it…my own cousin Monroe Jones says it…quite frankly I’m
sick and damn tired of hearing it!
I am especially tired of hearing it because it is complete
and utter bullshit.
Did Silas fuck up some people? Yes.
Not going to deny that. But let’s
take a look at what has happened to my career since I first signed on the dotted
line to make Silas my agent…
Three more world championship reigns to my name.
I am now the owner of the largest independent wrestling
promotion in the UK, Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER.
All of this happened immediately following Silas becoming my
agent. Coincidence? I think not.
And what? Should I leave Silas
World because it’s the right thing to do?
Screw the right thing.
I’m doing what’s right for me.
This Shot of Adrenaline Tournament is something I’m looking
forward to, Cannon, and I look forward to it for two reasons. One of which comes up this Saturday, because
this Saturday I get my opportunity to avenge that loss to you.
I get another one on one shot against you and I am bringing
my A-Game, Cannon. I am bringing
everything I have down to bear upon you.
I am bringing the energy of Firestar, the technical superiority of The
Golden Goddess, and the rage and utter fury of The Dragon all wrapped up into
one package. I am going to bring that
fire down upon you and burn you alive.
And furthermore, it gives me a chance to shut up my critics,
to shut up people like Shaun Cruze, my own family like Monroe, and so many
others who think I’ve made a mistake. I
have a chance to show them I haven’t made a mistake. I can show them that I have damn sure made
the right decision in putting all of my eggs into one basket.
Which brings me to my final statement tonight, and by final
I very well could mean final because quite frankly losing to you again Cannon
will be almost enough of a humiliation to make me want to leave, and since I’m
so confident that I will prove everyone wrong, I am here to say this right now…
…if I fail to make it out of the opening block phase to the
semi-final phase, then I will quit Supreme Championship Wrestling.
