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Angelica
Jones
On Camera
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So people
are upset at how I got one over on Chris Cannon?
Well
boo-hoo! He lost, I won, and that is all
that matters in this game. Winning is
the name of this game and that’s what I do best. I win…and I win by any means necessary.
I’m also a
smart wrestler. I am a thinking
wrestler. I strategize and plan, I think
things through. I’m not going to unleash
The Dragon on a man I hate, because I know what would happen. I would not let up. I would bludgeon him, bloody him, and get
disqualified.
What a smart
woman would do is instead of getting disqualified, get the other guy
disqualified. And that’s exactly what I
did.
Now I’m up
with two points in this tournament. I
have all the momentum necessary to carry me over into Breakdown and my showdown
with Bolu.
Bolu…sucks
to be you…because I’m going to beat you, and I’m going to rack up even more
points as I continue my march right through this tournament until the very end.
Until the
championship.
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Scene 1
Off Camera
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Angelica Jones
is a lot of things. You can call her The
Dragon, The Golden Goddess, or Firestar.
One thing Angelica definitely could be called is an enigma. It is a difficult task to try and figure her
out. There have been few people outside
of family who truly understood Angelica Jones, who actually know what makes her
tick. One of those individuals is none
other than Brittany Lohan.
Brittany
Lohan and Angelica Jones began as enemies.
Brittany attacked her sister in order to force her into a brutal seven
stages of hell match which Angelica won.
Later they became allies out of a mutual respect with Angelica acting as
her trainer and manager. She taught
Angelica everything she knew. That relationship
evolved into a sexual one. Granted they
have had their ups and downs, like any pair of friends would, but they have
always maintained that respect for one another, even in the tough times.
So the fact
that she seems suspect of Angelica, or at least disappointed in her actions as
of late, is enough to make Angelica accept the fact that perhaps something does
need to change. She does not want to
lose Brittany Lohan as a friend and ally.
Naturally,
when Brittany expressed disapproval with her victory over Chris Cannon,
Angelica knew something was up and she wanted to nip it in the bud
immediately. So a meeting was arranged…
The natural
red-head with dyed blonde hair Boston native known to one and all by many
names, Golden Goddess or Dragon, but ultimately as Angelica Jones, walks ever
so gracefully over to the bar. She is wearing a tight, form fitting gold
dress that stops at thigh length, strappy heeled sandals, and her long blonde
locks of hair hang unrestrained to shoulder length. Jones has a
specific seat in mind, namely the one next to her best friend and Silas
World comrade-in-arms Brittany Lohan.
“Hi there,
Britt!” Angelica says overly cheerfully. “I didn’t keep you waiting did I?”
Britt shakes
her head. “No. Not at all.”
“Excellent!”
She sighs deeply, still forcing a smile on her face. “I had to take care of
some unexpected business but all is good now.”
Brittany
feast her eyes on the gold dress Angelica wore for the occasion. “You look
nice.”
“Thanks!
You look quite stunning yourself…” she winks.
Brittany
takes a sip from the drink she was halfway done before Angelica arrived.
“Yeah... so.. where should we begin?”
“Let’s start
with the overarching problem.” She points to Brittany and then at herself.
“What’s wrong between us, Britt? I mean, I get your issues with my
daughter...and sure, we can discuss those too…but that’s between you two.
What’s wrong between us?”
“I care
about you. We’ve been through to much. How many people can say they are still
friends after the other shot a fireball in their face? Not many.”
Brittany
smirks. “We’ll always have a connection. I owe you, a lot. My problem Angelica..
I’ve watched the way you’ve conducted yourself since becoming Silas’ Baby Red.”
Brittany rolls her eyes. “I knew you care more about winning period then
winning with honor. I’m not an honorable person, either. The countless times
your used Apocalypse in GCW. To the way you “beat” Chris Cannon. I ask
myself sometime, what happened to the woman who made me pass out?”
Brittany
sighs. “What happened to the woman who trained me to maximize my potential? She
is replaced by this automation who hops on Twitter promoting Silas as the
second coming of Jesus.”
Brittany
points her finger at Angelica. “You are the reason you won World Titles this
year. Not him. Frontier would have went on sale without him. I know you would
have found a way to make that happen. Not about Silas. Remember Sam Hodgson?
You went to her because you lost faith in you. So what you had not become World
Champion in four years? I don’t know who you are anymore. Is the woman I can’t
get enough of one big lie? Did you pull a bait and switch on me?”
The
bartender brings Angelica a drink. She thanks the bartender before taking
a sip. She then turns to Brittany, sighing.
“Look, you
know I will do whatever it takes to get ahead, whatever it takes to win.
That’s how I always have been and that’s how I always will be. That
person you know, The Dragon, the person who made you pass out?”
She grins.
“She’s still here...and yes, I easily could have gone Dragon on Chris and odds
are he probably wouldn’t be walking around right now. But after losing to
him before I knew that it would take a little more finesse to get those two
points for this tournament.”
Angelica
taps her head. “Tournaments like this you have to rely on strategy, Britt.
I can’t go full bore Dragon or else I’ll get too many disqualifications
and I’ll lose. As for Apocalypse, I only reformed it to get revenge on
Abigail. And you know why I wanted revenge. She took my title from
me by helping Katelyn Buehler. And she knowingly allowed my daughter to
remain in captivity. Apocalypse is about to run its course, Britt.
It served its purpose. I’m not sure how much longer I’ll allow it
to continue.”
Jones laughs
lightly. “As for the Silas Mason flag waving…”
She takes
another sip of her drink “...I’m just trying to be happy and be the jokester on
social media. Nothing more. It’s my defense mechanism, my way of
forgetting certain personal issues going on right now that I cannot control.”
“Still makes
me want to find the nearest trash can or toilet to unload what I just ate.”
Brittany shrugs. She then places her hand on Angelica’s hand. “What personal
issues? Why haven’t you come to me?”
“Tell me
something...since I believe you do know me pretty well...what is the single
most important thing to me in this world?”
“Other than
winning? Your freedom.”
“That’s part
of it...but why do I want to win? And furthermore, why do I want to win
and be the best?”
“Being the
best mother, sister you can be. It’s been a long road. I’m glad you finally
reached a point everything appear in order.”
Angelica
nods her head. “That’s right, Britt...my family. I damn near lost my
family once but I have been given a second chance. And I can’t lose them.
I won’t lose them. So you have to know that I will do anything to protect
them…”
She grows
quiet until… “....anything…”
Brittany
nods, knowing the lengths Angelica is willing to go to preserve everything she
worked so hard to earn back. An evil smirk forms on Britts face. “Let me deal
with it.”
She shakes
her head. “I can’t let you get involved. This man has me over a barrell.
You know I spent time in a mental asylum? Well this guy is my
doctor and he is the one who allows me to stay free. One word out of him
and I’ll go back. The only way he won’t is if I...pleasure him.”
Brittany
hisses. “Where can I find him?”
“You can’t
get involved!” Angelica says in a panic. “If he utters a word I’ll go back to
the asylum.”
She shuts
her eyes. “The only way out I can think of is to see if I can get guardianship
over me transferred to SIlas. That would be damn easy, considering his
connections, but I dare not give him that much control over me. I don’t
want to put myself in the same situation Kelcey put herself in.”
Brittany
ponders what Angelica said. She was right. The War Machine could clobber the
problem, what good would that do? “I have a guy. His name is Deacon Cross.
That’s how I found out who Sebastian Knight/Alistair Taylor really is. He has
connections. I ask him to do a job from time to time. I don’t ask questions. I
only rely on him when my usual charm hits a brick wall. I can ask him to dig
into your problem’s past. Once we gain enough leverage, he will have no choice
to cave into your demands.”
Angelica
nods her head. “Ok...but ONLY have him dig into his past. I don’t want
any physical confrontation risking me going back to that horrible place.”
She takes
another sip of her drink. “His name is Thaddeus Rogers. He is a clinical
psychiatrist. That’s really all I know about him considering we only see
each other for our…ahem...’sessions’…”
Brittany
rolls her eyes. “Sure. Deacon is discret. Chances are he has run this same game
with other patients. Unlikely you’re his first. My guy will find the smoking
gun in no time.”
“Thanks
Britt…” she smiles “...so are we good?”
Brittany
nods. “If we weren’t good I wouldn’t be helping you out of this.”
“Thanks...I owe you…”
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Thaddeus
Rogers
On Camera
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Bolu? MY Angelica is fighting a useless waste of
oxygen by the name of Bolu?
It reminds
me of Baloo the Sloth Bear from the Jungle Book.
Rudyard
Kipling described him as a “sleepy brown bear” and, I must ask, are you, Bolu,
going to be a slothful, sleepy individual, uncaring about anything? Ignoring the threats around you? Ignoring the fact that the danger of a real
beast is overshadowing you…
The Dragon,
my dear Bolu. The Dragon is coming and
no sleepy brown bear is going to be able to survive it. Quite honestly, not even the king of the
beasts himself, the brave and valiant lion, can overcome The Dragon.
None of your
skill set, none of your tricks or gimmicks, none of your charm, NOTHING can
save you, you sleepy brown bear, when The Dragon comes to consume you , because
MY Angel is focused now more than ever.
She is focused on winning this tournament and taking one step closer
towards gold.
The sleepy
little animal is but a mere nuisance in
her path, one that will be exterminated and disposed of rather quickly.
You cannot
stop MY Angel, Bolu. Accept this fact
and move on.
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Scene 2
On Camera
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The most
important thing in Angelica’s life is family.
Angelica Jones wants nothing more to protect her family, she will do
anything for her family. That strong
desire to protect her family, though, has led to some questionable
decisions. One such decision involved
murdering Sean Williams, the father of her oldest daughter Marie Annabelle
Jones, in cold blood when it appeared as if he may gain full custody of her
with no visitation rights granted to Angelica.
Angelica had made it look like a suicide and for years she had gotten
away with it. No one questioned that
Sean Williams had indeed killed himself.
Everything
changed when further evidence forced authorities to reopen the case. After another investigation it wouldn’t take
long before the police and detectives built up enough evidence to arrest
Angelica for first degree murder.
The trial
itself was a three-ring circus considering Angelica herself was a celebrity and
she was lucky that her attorneys were able to successfully pull off an insanity
defense. She was declared not guilty by
virtue of insanity but was sentenced to time in a mental hospital. And despite the not guilty verdict, the time
she would spend in the mental hospital was as good as a guilty verdict, it was
as good as prison time because, for Angelica, time away from her children, away
from her family, was punishment enough.
It was a terrible punishment that she could not bear.
No time with
Jessica Lasiewicz…
No time
with Marie Annabelle Jones…
And no time
with her youngest, no time with sweet Kelly Jones…
It almost
seemed as if none of it had been worth it.
She went above and beyond the call of duty, she moved mountains to try
and help her family, and yet this one small mistake had seemingly cost her
everything.
But then
Thaddeus Rogers entered her life…
Thaddeus
Rogers was a clinical psychiatrist who had treated Angelica while she was at
the mental asylum. Shortly after he
began treating her, he began showing reports of her progress. Then came the final report, a report that she
was ready to leave the asylum and return to society…
…under his
constant supervision, of course.
No one
batted an eye, least of all anyone at the mental hospital. The doctors, nurses, and staff hated Angelica
for how she was acting and wanted her gone anyway. Thaddeus Rogers volunteering to take her out
himself was a godsend as far as they were concerned.
What no one
knew was that there were certain unspoken and unwritten stipulation that
Thaddeus had in mind regarding the release of Angelica Jones. Specifically, the redheaded Boston native
would do whatever he wanted, would
pleasure him in any way he saw fit, and if she didn’t, he would make sure she
got put back in the mental asylum, having claimed she suffered from a relapse
and needed further treatment.
Angelica had
her own form of retribution if he were to do that. She had evidence of her own that he was
forcing himself on her. Doctors forcing
themselves on their patients is not looked well upon in the medical field. He would never be a doctor again. But Angelica would suffer the worst. She would be locked up again. She would again be isolated and separated
from her family, from her children.
What exactly
was Angelica willing to do for her family?
She was willing to be a sex slave to Thaddeus Rogers so that he would
remain silent, so that he would allow her to remain free and away from the
mental asylum. She was willing to do all
of that just for her family…
…and yet,
what happens when her family decides to return the favor?
The front
door of the Jones estate, jokingly called “Purgatory” by Angelica herself,
opens and the blonde bombshell enters the front door and into the main hall
area. The lights are all out and the
entire house is silent. This is to be
expected and is exactly what Angelica was hoping for. Kelly is spending the night with his aunt
Kayla and Lindsey is still away on business, expected to return any day now.
Angelica
sighs, thankful that Lindsey and Kelly are not here. She does not want them to see her like this,
completely helpless and unable to do anything for herself. And unfortunately, she also knows that there
should be one individual in this house…
“Thaddeus!”
Angelica doesn’t
hear an answer from him just yet. Thus she
begins to slowly strip the gold dress off of her body. Once it is off she kicks it and the strappy
heels she was wearing away to a far corner.
She is now wearing only a skimpy lacy red bra and panty.
“Thaddeus!” She shouts again, a little
louder this time. “I’m here!”
Still no
response. Angelica begins to grow wary
of what is wrong. Thaddeus never misses
these dates. Just then she notices the
lights come on in the main living area.
That must be him, she realizes.
So Angelica turns and makes a beeline towards the living room. She enters, expecting to find Thaddeus there
ready to sexually have his way with her, but instead she finds Thaddeus bent
over, breathing heavily.
“Thaddeus?!” She says in total shock. “What’s wrong?!”
He looks up
at her and a scowl forms on his face. “Like
you don’t know!”
“Huh?”
Thaddeus
rushes her and grabs her by the throat, throwing her down onto the sofa. He jumps on top of her, mounting her, only
not in the sexual manner Angelica halfway expected when she arrived. He is choking her!
“You told!”
Angelica can
barely utter a word but she does manage to make out what he said. “…wha…what?”
“You told someone of our arrangement!”
Now she gets
it…the ‘arrangement’…Angelica shakes her head. “No…I didn’t…”
“DO NOT LIE TO ME!” He squeezes her
throat. “YOU TOLD!”
“I…told…ACK…” she is having trouble
breathing now as his grip tightens “I…ACK…told
no one!”
“LIAR!”
Thaddeus
Rogers jerks her up and throws her roughly into the coffee table, knocking it
over. Angelica scrambles up to her feet
and backs away slowly as Thaddeus approaches her menacingly.
“Wait, Thaddeus!” Angelica says
pleadingly. “Please! Don’t do this!”
“You had your chance, Ms. Jones, and you
blew it! I’m going to put you right back
in the funny farm I found you in!”
“And
I…” she gulps “…I’ll tell the
world how you had sexual relations with your patients!”
“Fine!
DO IT! I may suffer monetarily,
but I have the money to pay it off and I can get another job. But you…YOU ARE DONE! You will NEVER see your family again!”
Before
Angelica can say anything else, and before Thaddeus Rogers can say or do
anything else, a gunshot is heard.
Thaddeus’s eyes glaze over before blood begins coming out from his
temple. Another gunshot rings out and
more blood from Rogers. Finally Thaddeus
falls over, crumpled up on the floor in a heap.
“Oh God!” Angelica bends over to check
on him.
“Don’t touch him, Angelica!”
She knows
that voice. Angelica stands up and turns
to look and finds Monroe Jones, her cousin, entering the main living area,
wielding the presumed gun that did the dirty deed to Thaddeus Rogers.
“We don’t want any of your finger prints on
his clothing or his person.”
Angelica
shakes her head vehemently. “Monroe…I can’t
believe you…”
“I told you that I would take care of it.” He
places the gun down on the sofa. “And I
have.”
He glares
angrily at the corpse lying on the floor. “I
have chased this monster out of the house, down the streets, and finally
tracked him back here.”
“And now he’s…”
Monroe nods
his head, hugging Angelica tightly. “He’s
dead now. He cannot harm you.”
Jones shakes
her head vehemently after breaking the embrace. “But you killed a man, Monroe! You…”
“I know I did.” He runs his hand through
Angelica’s long blonde hair. “You have
done so much for this family, you have sacrificed so much, and to hear what you
were doing now, for this man, just so you could remain free and be with your
children and protect them…”
He shuts his
eyes. “I knew I had to do something.”
“But not this!” She exclaims. “You killed a man! You committed a murder!”
“I know this.”
“But you shouldn’t have! You should have let me…”
“I should have let you do what? Continue on this path with this scum?” He
shakes his head. “No…”
“No?”
“Angelica, darling cousin, you have done so
much for this family. For once, let this
family do something for you.”
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Monroe Jones
On Camera
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My cousin
may use rather questionable tactics but no one can question her dedication to
this industry or her dedication to her family.
She would do anything for professional wrestling and would die to
protect her family.
Yes, I am
disappointed in how she chose to “defeat” Chris Cannon. But nevertheless, that
doesn’t change the fact that she is an extremely talented individual, an
extremely gifted wrestler, easily one of
the best there is in the entire world.
And I should
know, as I have traveled the world and wrestled all over the world myself.
Bolu, I wish
you the best of luck. And perhaps you
should also invest in an extra set of eyes for the back of your head just in
case she brings out Silas World. No
doubt Sienna Swann and her short, youthful, rather annoying pal will be closely
around her. So good luck…I hope you and
my cousin have the best match of the night.
I really do.
But I also
understand that reality is what it is and you are facing someone who is damn
difficult to beat as it is. And she has
an army backing her up.
As the kids
might say…kiss your ass goodbye.
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Angelica
Jones
On Camera
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The camera
begins to roll. What we see, or rather
WHO we see, in front of a black backdrop is none other than Angelica
Jones. The blonde bombshell (even if she
is a natural ginger) is wearing jeans, black boots, and a black t-shirt with a dragon
embroidered on the front. She is wearing
her signature black leather jacket and her long blonde hair hangs down
unrestrained to shoulder length. A pair
of sunglasses covers her eyes.
“The Golden Lion…king of the beasts…against
The Golden Goddess…queen of the ring…”
Angelica
snickers. “I have to admit, it sounds
like a marquee style match if you ask me.”
“And it no doubt will be a five-star
match. Any match with me in it turns out
to be a show stopper, a show stealer, the REAL main event. I force my opponents to raise their game to
the next level because, the simple fact is, that you have to raise your game to
the next level to even hang with me, otherwise you will be smoked.”
She points
into the camera with a carefully manicured finger. “But what about you specifically, my dear?”
“You are no ring veteran, Bolu. That inexperience right there works against
you, that much is obvious. But there’s
another way your inexperience in this great sport of ours that will ultimately
prove detrimental…”
“I mean, have you even been in a tournament
quite like this?” She pauses, almost as if awaiting an answer. “I have, Bolu. I have been in a tournament EXACTLY like this
with damn near the exact same rules, with just a few minor differences. It was called the Eye of Ares Tournament and
do you know who won the inaugural Eye of Ares Tournament?”
A grin forms
upon her face as she nods her head. “That’s
right. Me.”
“I have experience in this style of
tournament, I know how to win in this style of tournament. Winning this style of tournament requires
endurance because it is a marathon and it also takes a damn good mind,
something that I have after twenty years in this industry. I can’t say what you have and have not
encountered before, Bolu, but I can say this much…”
Jones
removes her sunglasses and places them in her leather jacket “…you have never encountered anyone quite
like me.”
“The Angelica Jones Experience is something
few have encountered and fewer still have survived Bolu. Do you know what makes me unique amongst any
wrestler in the world? With me you never
really know what you’re going to get.”
She flicks a
strand of her long blonde hair back behind her head. “Right now you can call me The Golden Goddess because I exude
confidence. It’s called confidence, by
the way, not arrogance. It is confidence
because it is fact that I am one of the best in the world. It is fact that any match I am in is a
spectacular five star performance each and every time. It is fact that I am going to beat your ass
at Breakdown.”
“Or you may get Firestar, a high flying,
almost luchadore style daredevil who has no problem putting her own body on the
line. You don’t have a problem with
heights, do you darling? Because I may
very well hit you from all angles, including up and down…”
Jones
frowns. “…or you could get The Dragon, a
beast that just doesn’t care, a monster that will consume you.”
“Which is the real me?” She shrugs her
shoulders. “The fact is that ALL of them
are the real me and the fact is that there is NO preparing for me. I am someone you cannot prepare for, Bolu,
and that’s what makes me more dangerous than anyone you have ever had the
opportunity to face.”
“Another thing that makes me dangerous is
the fact that I want this. I want this
more than anyone could ever imagine. I
damn sure want it more than you and I will not let you stand in my way. This tournament belongs to me, just like your
ass will belong to me at Breakdown.”
