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Flashback
November
1987
Off Camera
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It’s
nighttime in the metropolis of Boston, Massachusetts. It’s also practically dead. The citizens have remained in their homes on
this night and who can blame them? It’s
not just raining outside, it’s pouring.
The wet precipitation is coming down in sheets. Most normal people would not get out in this
kind of weather unless they had to or if they were desperate…
…or both.
Some people
do work for a living and those individuals fall under the category of “having
to” get out in this wet weather. A small
burger place on the corner of a street is lit up, ready to accept any and all
visitors, guests, and customers but they, too, are practically dead. The parking lot is empty except for one lone
vehicle parked in front and that vehicle belongs to the man running this local
establishment tonight.
The
restaurant is even smaller on the inside than it is on the outside, due to
cramming a bunch of tables of booths inside.
There’s even a jukebox settled against the far wall. The jukebox is playing songs but the manager
tonight doesn’t expect anyone to be here to enjoy the music. It’s far too messy outside. In fact, he is even considering leaving
early. No one will know or even
care. It isn’t like anyone is coming by
tonight…
…at least
that’s what he assumes.
He is
cleaning dishes when he hears the all-too familiar jingling of the bell on the
door, which tells him that someone just stepped inside. He turns around and finds, much to his
surprise, that he now has a guest. A
beautiful redhead wearing denim jeans, tennis shoes, and a black long sleeved
sweater. She can’t be much older than
fourteen years old, possibly younger. Her
long red hair is dripping wet. He
watches as she sits down at a nearby booth.
Time to go
to work.
The manager
steps out from behind the counter and approaches the booth, pen and notepad in
hand, ready to take his one surprise customer’s order. He smiles politely at her.
“Ma’am, may I …”
The sound of
crying seems to take him a bit off guard.
It is then that he notices two small bundles in her arms. He also notices that she is ignoring him in
favor of trying to quiet down these bundles.
It appears to be two infant children.
Now why
would she bring two children out here on a night like this?
“Uh, ma’am?”
She looks up
at him.
“Yes?”
“What may I get you tonight?”
“Oh, um…just a glass of water, thanks.”
“Sure.
Anything else?”
She looks
across at the other seat on this booth, across from her, which is currently
unoccupied. She sighs and turns back to
face the manager.
“Another water.”
He nods his
head and walks off to fill the order. He
is so caught up in doing his job that he didn’t notice the door opening yet
again, nor does he notice the other woman walking in, walking right past him,
and sitting down at the same booth as the redhead, across from her. This woman has platinum blonde hair and is
dressed much more stylish than her red-headed friend in high heeled shoes, an
expensive white dress, and jewelry galore.
She appears to be slightly older than Angelica, perhaps around sixteen
or seventeen.
“I see you made it, Angelica.”
“Of course.”
The other
woman grins.
“And you definitely look worse for the
wear. I wonder what Mother Church would
think if it saw you like this?”
Angelica
scowls.
“Shut up, Emma.”
The woman,
Emma, snickers.
“Now should Sister Angelica be speaking like
that.”
She studies
Angelica closely and snickers again.
“Quite frankly, should Sister Angelica be
even dressed like this?”
“Yeah, and I wonder if Sister Emma should be
acting this way?”
Emma shakes
her head.
“Sister Emma would not be acting this way,
but you forget, I am NO LONGER Sister Emma.
I quit the convent a long time ago.”
She points a
carefully manicured finger with bright red painted nails at Angelica.
“You are the only one here still subservient
to Mother Church. Which is why we are
here tonight, if I am correct.”
Angelica
wants to strangle Emma, but she realizes she is quite correct and just sighs in
defeat, nodding her head.
“Yeah…you’re right.”
“Of course I’m right. I’m always right.”
The manager
returns with two waters. He places one
in front of Angelica and one in front of Emma.
Angelica looks up at him and smiles pleasantly.
“Thank you.”
“No problem, ma’am.”
He turns and
walks off. Meanwhile Emma looks down at
her water and snubs her nose up at it before glaring almost incredulously angry
across the table at Angelica.
“Water, Angelica? Really?”
“Yes, what of it?”
“I am doing a really big favor,
Angelica. The least you can do for me in
return is order me something better than water.”
Emma grins.
“I have half a mind not to help you now.”
“Can it, Emma. You know damn well what you’re doing is
important and I want you sober for this.
So I’m not ordering hard liquor for you, no matter how much you may want
it.”
Emma sighs
and nods her head.
“I suppose you’re right.”
The crying
resumes and a smile forms across Emma’s face as she looks over towards Angelica
and in the direction of the crying.
“That’s the little bundle of joy, I take it?”
“Bundles of joy…”
Emma arches
a brow out of curiosity.
“Bundles?”
Angelica
unfolds the blankets which, up until now, had been concealing her infant
children. Emma can now see not just one
child, but two, one in each arm. The
smile on Emma’s face quickly disappears and in its place is an angry glare.
“Two children?!”
“Yes, Emma Storm…meet Marie Annabelle Jones
and Kimberly Francis Jones.”
Emma shakes
her head.
“This is NOT what we agreed upon, Angelica!”
She holds up
one finger.
“We agreed upon ONE child! We agreed that I would take your child,
SINGULAR not plural, off of your hands!”
“Oh yeah, I’m sorry Emma, next time I’m
pregnant I’ll be sure to tell my uterus I only want one child and not two.”
Emma rolls
her eyes.
“Funny…just remember that I am supposed to
be helping you, my dear Angelica. It isn’t
wise to piss me off.”
“Fine, fine, so what do you want to do?”
Emma shrugs
her shoulders.
“Nothing.”
Angelica’s
eyes grow wide.
“Nothing?!
But you promised you’d help!”
“I did promise that I would take on the
responsibility of raising your child. I
do want to be a mother, after all. But I
never promised I would raise TWO children.”
Emma shakes
her head.
“I’m sorry, Angelica, but I just do not have
the time, the money, or the resources to raise TWO children.”
Tears begin
to form in Angelica’s eyes. She shakes
her head vehemently. She’d wipe the
tears from her eyes were it not for her hands being otherwise preoccupied with
holding her children.
“Please, Emma! Please, you have to help me!”
Emma sneers.
“What’s wrong, Sister Angelica? You should have plenty of assistance in that
damn convent of yours.”
“Yes and they’ll kick me out if they find
out I had been sleeping with Sean while I was still a nun!”
Emma
frowns. The Sean that Angelica is
referring to is Sean Williams. Sean
Williams is Angelica’s boyfriend. Nuns
in the Catholic Church are not supposed to have any sort of relationship
period, let alone a sexual one and that’s exactly what Angelica had been doing
with Sean Williams. Their relationship
had been quite the whirlwind, very quickly growing from secret relationship to
sexual relationship in a matter of weeks before Sean left for Europe with his
parents. They would be gone for nearly a
year. Angelica has missed him terribly
but knew he would return soon. She
wishes she could’ve just given the children to him but he won’t return soon
enough. Emma, Angelica’s sometimes
friend most of the time enemy, was the only one willing to help.
Ironically
enough, Emma had been Sean’s main girlfriend before Angelica met him. Sean and Emma had a long relationship that also
quickly evolved into a sexual one. But
for Sean the sex grew boring. He wanted
something new, something different.
Angelica provided that something different and thus he dumped Emma in
favor of Angelica.
Emma has not
forgotten this.
“I will help you but the price for my
assistance has just gone up.”
“Anything!
I’ll do anything! Just please
help me!”
“Anything?”
Angelica
nods her head.
“Yes, anything!”
“I will take both children off of your
hands. But I only plan on keeping one. I want you to know this. One will be going to a local Catholic
orphanage. And furthermore, I want you
to tell Sean that you were pregnant with his children and that you chose to
have an abortion.”
Angelica
shakes her head.
“No…no, you’re crazy. He’ll never believe it!”
“He’s been gone long enough. By the time he returns to America it would be
perfectly believable that he could have gotten you pregnant and you aborted the
child.”
“But, he always wanted to be a father. He’d be heartbroken. He’d be…”
Angelica
looks almost fearful.
“…angry.”
“Exactly, he will dump you, Angelica.”
“But…but why?”
“Because you had absolutely NO right
stealing MY boyfriend! Sean will return
to what he knows, he will return to me, and I will present to him the child I
keep and I will tell him that this child
was the product of mine and his sexual relationship, and that, too, is
perfectly believable, because just like the little slut you are, you spread
your legs for him within mere weeks of him dumping me!”
Angelica
shakes her head.
“Please, Emma…not this…”
“It’s this or no deal.”
“I just…”
Angelica
looks down at her children. She knows
she has a tough decision to make. And
she isn’t sure that either decision is the right one. Finally she nods her head and looks back up
at Emma.
“…I just want them to have a good life.”
“And they will, well, at least one will, as
mine and Sean’s daughter. The other will
possibly get adopted by someone someday.”
“Ok, fine…you have a deal.”
Angelica
gets up out of the booth, as does Emma.
Angelica carefully hands them over to Emma one at a time. Once both children are in Emma’s possession
Angelica breaks down crying, as she can no longer hold anything back.
“Good…goodbye Annabelle! Goodbye Kimmie!”
Before she
can change her mind, Angelica turns and walks away, not sure if she will ever
see her children again.
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On Camera
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I was
supposed to be beaten, battered, broken, and buried by Miller. The man known as Miller, who claims he is the
most dangerous man in SCW, even went so far as to say that the dragon would be
beheaded.
Well, I don’t
feel broken nor do I feel battered. And
seeing as The Dragon still stalks the SCW, seeing as The Dragon is now eyeing
its show at the SCW Television Championship, apparently the whole “beheading”
thing didn’t work out too well for him either.
Supposedly I’m
worthless and yet The Most Dangerous Man in SCW couldn’t defeat worthless
little Angelica Jones? What must that
say about him? It says he’s
pathetic. It says that Miller himself is
the worthless one because he could not put me away on Breakdown in the dominating
fashion he claimed he would.
You can puff
out your chest all you want, you piece of shit.
You can talk about how tough you are but there’s not a damn person in
this company who believes you. Everyone
sees you for what you are; and what is it that, exactly? A mentally unhinged son of a bitch who is
probably bi-polar.
Paraphrasing
Regan Helms.
That’s all
you proved last week, Miller. You proved
that you were unbalanced, that you are good at ranting and rambling about
absolutely nothing. And you proved that
you could not defeat me. You’re supposed
to be so tough and yet you stared into the eyes of The Dragon and you blinked.
Just as I
knew you would.
No, I did
not beat you, either, but I still get what I want. I get to wrestle for the SCW Television
Championship and it will be against the world champion himself, Ace Marshall,
no less.
Once again,
I said I would be leaving that TV Title Eliminator as the number one contender
and I was right. Sure, I have to share
that distinction with a piece of garbage like you, but that doesn’t change the
fact that I was right.
Getting the
opportunity to kick your ass two weeks in a row is just a bonus, Miller.
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Present Day
Off Camera
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With Taking
Hold of the Flame now in the rearview mirror, Angelica was looking to kick
start her singles career on Breakdown with a victory over David Miller in the
Television Title Eliminator to earn a shot at the SCW Television Championship. And yet, despite her high hopes and
guarantees of a win, she did not walk out as a winner.
But she did
not walk out as the loser, either.
When all was
said and done, Angelica Jones and David Miller’s match on Breakdown ended in a
draw. They tied. And per the rules of the Television Title
Eliminator, both Miller and Jones will receive the same opportunity at the
Television Title against Ace Marshall, in what will now be a triple threat
match.
Yes,
Angelica would have preferred an outright win, but Angelica also knows her
priority is to achieve the goal she set for herself and that goal was to get to
compete against the SCW World Champion.
Ace Marshall is the TV and World Champion and Angelica will be competing
against him, even if it is in a triple threat match.
Angelica
Jones went into Breakdown with a goal in mind and, regardless of the outcome of
the match, she achieved that goal. That
is enough to bring a smile to her face as she exits her expensive rental car in
front of the Faena Hotel at Miami Beach, Florida. It will be here in Miami where Supreme
Championship Wrestling makes its next stop on its road to Rise To
Greatness. It will be at the American
Airlines Arena where Angelica faces Miller and Ace Marshall in a triple threat
match for the SCW Television Championship.
You wouldn’t
know it from the air of confidence that she seems to give off as she approaches
the hotel valet, dropping the keys in his hand so he can go park her car. You wouldn’t know from the borderline
arrogant grin on her face that she h as a great deal of pressure riding upon
her shoulders. Angelica doesn’t want her
return to the singles division to end in a dismal failure. She was gifted with a Television Title
Eliminator when some may argue she didn’t even deserve it, for it was her first
singles match in SCW in a long time. And
she didn’t even win. The match ended in
a double count out which means Angelica advances to a Television Title Shot on
a technicality.
Now Angelica
must prove that it wasn’t a fluke and her championship opportunity isn’t just a
technicality. She must prove that she
can win this thing and that’s a lot of pressure on her shoulders.
And still,
even with all of the pressures of a Television Championship Match weighing
heavily on her mind, there are still other issues, more pressing personal
matters going on in her life that also happen to be occupying her
attention. One such matter goes by the
name of Kimberly Williams.
Kimberly
Williams has long been an enemy of the Jones Family and only recently turned
over a new leaf, choosing to align herself with half-sister Marie Jones,
Angelica’s daughter. It was long thought
by Kimberly and everyone else that she was the daughter of Sean Williams and
Emma Storm, which made her and Marie half-sisters, due to the fact that Marie
was the daughter of Sean Williams and Angelica Jones. Only later, almost thirty years later, did
the world learn the truth…
…Kimberly’s
mother is Angelica Jones.
“Hi there!”
Angelica
steps up to the front desk at the hotel Faena where she is greeted by a handsome
young man with dark black hair and a smile that could swoon most ladies. He is dressed to kill, as well, in a nice
dark navy blue suit and tie with a white button up shirt. There is a reason he
works the front desk and t hat’s because he has the looks. Angelica isn’t impressed, though. She just wants her room.
“Yes, may I help you Miss…”
“Jones.
Angelica Jones. I have a
reservation.”
The young
man nods his head and gets to work typing away quickly at his computer. It isn’t long before a smile creeps across
his face.
“Ah yes, Miss Angelica Jones of Boston.”
He looks up
at her grinning from ear to ear.
“What brings you all the way down here?”
Jones
smirks.
“Do you really want to know?”
“Of course.
Why not?”
“Because then you wouldn’t have plausible
deniability.”
The young
man blinks a few times.
“Huh?”
“Yeah, plausible deniability means you can
deny knowing anything about what I plan to do while I’m here in Miami.”
“I, uh, I know what plausible deniability
is, but what does that have to do with…um…well…”
“What am I doing here in Miami?”
He nods his
head.
“Uh-huh…”
“Well if you must know, I am going to take
this one guy and beat him half to death.
Then I’m going to take this other guy and cripple him and take his
valuables.”
The man
looks wide eyed and open jawed with shock.
He appears genuinely fearful as Angelica smirks knowingly.
“You…you can’t…you can’t be serious!”
“Of course I am, it’s part of my job.”
“What is your job?! Mafia hitman?!”
“First of all, that would be Mafia hitwoman
or hitperson, not hitman. Please be
politically correct.”
She shakes
her head.
“I’m not one of those anyway. I am a professional wrestler and I have a
championship match.”
“Oh, so the guy’s valuables…”
“Yes, his valuables is his championship belt…dumbass.”
The young
man sighs and, realizing that he is getting nowhere with Angelica Jones, and
partially still fearful of her, decides to just give her what she wants so she’ll
go away. She reaches underneath the
counter and produces a key card, which he quickly hands to Angelica Jones.
“Uh, your room number is 208.”
Angelica
takes the key card and then winks at him.
“Thanks, darling. Your staff will bring my bags up for me,
correct? They’re still in my car which
your valet is parking.”
“Yes, of course.”
The redhead
turns and walks over towards the elevators.
Jones stands waiting patiently for the elevator doors to open. When they do finally open, she steps inside and
presses the number 2. The doors close shut
and the elevator begins to move. It goes
from Ground Floor to 1st floor and finally to 2nd floor
before coming to a stop. The doors open
and Angelica exits the elevator.
Jones turns
to the right and begins to walk down the wall, following the numbers on the
doors. 201…202…203…204…and on, and on,
passing a few other hotel guests along the way, until she gets to her
destination…room 207…and finally, room 208.
A grin forms on her face as she takes her key card and slides it into
the door. She hears it clicking,
signaling that it is unlocked. Angelica
pushes the door open and steps inside.
“What?!”
The loud
exclamation from Angelica Jones comes from the fact, in the king sized bed that
was supposed to be all hers, she sees a man in only his boxers and a woman…and
not just any woman, but her daughter, Marie Annabelle Jones.
“Huh?!”
The man
exclaims back. Marie sits up and
playfully waves at Angelica.
“Hi, mom!”
She is
wearing a gorgeous one piece gartered dress with mesh and lace panels, lace
trim, and attached stockings. While she
may seem happy and playful, Angelica doesn’t look nearly as happy and
playful. She marches over towards the bed
and first grabs the man by his throat.
She squeezes tightly.
“Who…are…you?!”
“I…ack!”
“WHO ARE YOU?!”
“I can’t…I…”
Marie
snickers.
“I don’t think my stud can breathe, mom.”
The man nods
his head. Angelica sighs and releases
her grip.
“Now then…who are you?!”
“I’m…uh…I’m the…the butler…”
Angelica
rolls her eyes. She remembers that one
thing about the Faena hotel was the supposedly excellent butler service. He definitely serviced someone alright but it
wasn’t Angelica. And yet something isn’t
right here. Something doesn’t feel
right. Angelica believes that, perhaps,
this man has been fooled and isn’t worthy of her wrath. She points towards the door.
“Get out now and I won’t kill you.”
Fearful for
his own well-being, the butler nods his head and quickly makes a hasty get away
out of the door, shutting it behind him.
Angelica then turns to face her daughter.
“How did you get in here…Kimberly?”
“It’s amazing what a man will do for you
just by batting your eyes and telling them you’re a celebrity.”
Angelica
rolls her eyes.
“Great, so he thinks he slept with Marie!”
The other woman
throws her head back and laughs.
“Yup!”
“Wonderful…just freaking wonderful…”
Kimberly
points a finger at Angelica.
“I didn’t fool you, though. You saw through my disguise.”
“I know my daughter, Kim. Marie would not cheat on her husband. She isn’t that kind of woman. She isn’t…”
“She isn’t like me, you mean?”
Angelica
frowns.
“I didn’t say that.”
“But that’s what you meant, isn’t it?”
Kimberly
hops up off of the bed and approaches her mother. She grins nastily.
“I’m the evil child…I’m the monster, the
sociopath. I represent everything you do
not want your precious Marie to be.”
She touches
Angelica on the nose.
“Right now Marie is pretty much my opposite,
but more importantly to you, she is YOUR opposite as well. And that’s the way you want it, am I
right? And that’s why you have been so
damned protective of her and why you coddled her so damn much. You didn’t want her to become the monster
that you are…or the monster that I am…tell me that I’m wrong!”
There is a
rage in the eyes of Angelica Jones and Kimberly can see it, and yet Kimberly
still refuses to back up. Angelica then
shoves Kimberly as hard as she can to the ground, causing her to land flat on
her back on the (thankfully for Kim) soft off-white carpeting.
“GO TO HELL!”
Kimberly
laughs and then proceeds to applaud, clapping loudly for Angelica.
“That’s it!
Let it all out!”
Angelica
snatches Kimberly by the top of her sexy gartered one-piece and jerks her to
her feet.
“You have no idea what you are asking for…”
“What are you going to do, mom? Are you going to hit me? Are you going to go full on Dragon on me?”
“I just might!”
“Then do it!”
Kimberly
snickers.
“I mean, you may as well go full on Dragon
on me, destroy me, leave me a battered mess.
That’s not what a mother does to her child but, then again, a mother
doesn’t just abandon her children either, now does she?!”
Angelica
tenses up as if she really is about to hit Kimberly. But then she slowly releases her grip. Angelica walks over to the bed and sits down
on the edge. She buries her face in her
hands and begins to cry.
“I didn’t want to do that! I didn’t to give you up…you or Marie!”
“And yet you did.”
Angelica
looks up at Kimberly with red, tear-filled eyes.
“Why did you come here, Kim?”
Kimberly
smirks.
“So you want to know?”
“Yes!”
Kimberly
nods her head.
“Fine…it was painfully clear to anyone and
everyone observing you that Marie was your favorite daughter. Hell, even Corey knew it and knew there was
no point in denying it. And now that I
know Marie and I BOTH were your children, that we were born at the same time,
as twins, it forces me to ask a question.
Why didn’t you come find me?”
“Huh?”
Kimberly begins
to lose her cool as she appears genuinely upset by this.
“You happened upon Marie and you were lucky
enough not only to find her but to adopt her back into your life. Why didn’t you attempt to find me?”
“I…”
Angelica
shakes her head.
“…I can’t answer that.”
“Now do you see why I feel this way? I only want acceptance and I only want a true
mother. Emma was never a good mother to
me. She only cared about herself. She never measured up and it was painfully
obvious, even to me when I still thought she was my mother. Do you remember when I kidnapped Marie and
then dyed my hair so that I could take her place?”
Angelica
nods her head.
“Yeah…”
“I did that because I was jealous of how
much love Marie received from you. Emma
never gave that kind of love to me. My
own father who I did get to know somewhat never gave me that kind of love. But damn did he ever show a ton of love for
Marie, as he waged war with you to try and get her back. I didn’t do that because I hated Marie or the
Jones family. I did all of that because
I wanted to be Marie, but more importantly, I wanted to be loved.”
Kimberly
takes Angelica by her hands and squeezes them tight.
“We need each other, mom, whether you want
to admit it or not.”
Angelica
nods her head.
“I think you’re right and Kimberly…I am
deeply sorry for the mistakes I made with you…but if you’re willing to forgive
me, if you’re willing to give me a second chance, then I think you would make
an excellent addition to this family.
And I promise that, from now on, you will receive the love you deserve.”
Kimberly
embraces Angelica Jones, her mother, in a tight hug.
“Thank you!
That’s all I ever wanted to hear!”
“And thank you, Kim…”
They break
the embrace and Kimberly can see the tears flowing down Angelica’s cheeks as
her mother cries tears of joy.
“…this has been a feeling of guilt that I
have had to live with for nearly thirty years.
Now maybe, finally, we both can move on.”
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On Camera
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We open with
the sound of waves crashing on the shoreline.
There is only a slight breeze as the sun shines overhead in this bright
blue sky over this sandy Miami Beach.
The tourists and beachgoers are littered around off in the distance,
mostly near the water’s edge. Some are
lying on blankets, and they are protected from the sun’s rays by umbrellas. Others lie on the blankets without any
protection whatsoever, for they are trying to get a tan.
“I love the beach.”
Who was
that? We are about to find out. From stage left we see the beautiful, lovely
red head known as Angelica Jones stepping into view. She is wearing a mid length bohemian print
dress with an irregular hemline and lace up the back. She is barefoot as she walks across the sandy
shores and fashionable sunglasses cover her eyes. She also sports a large straw hat over her
head.
“When you live in a cold climate such as the
one in Massachusetts, you grow to appreciate a warmer climate like the one here
in Miami, Florida. That’s why I love the
beach. I could stay here all day if I
could, kick back, relax on my beach towel in my two-piece bikini, and soak up
the rays…”
She takes
off her sunglasses and casts them aside, exposing the intense look in her eyes.
“…but I didn’t come to Miami just to enjoy
myself. I came because I have a job to
do. This past Breakdown, I had set a
goal for myself and that goal was to use the TV Title Eliminator against Miller
to springboard myself into a Television Championship match against Ace
Marshall, who also happens to be the world championship.”
She grins
knowingly.
“Now I know I did not defeat Miller, but
tell me this…who is competing against the World Champion this coming Breakdown?”
Jones nods
her head.
“That’s right, it’s me, Angelica Jones. I get my match against Ace Marshall and while
I also have to share that spot with that idiot Miller, the fact is that I get
to compete against Ace Marshall, I still get to fight the world champion, and
even if it is a triple threat match, a win is still a win, and if I can win
this triple threat match against Marshall and Miller to become the new SCW
Television Champion, I will have made a case for a future SCW World
Championship match.”
Angelica
pats herself on the chest.
“When it comes to professional wrestling, I
am the best in the world. Irrelevant,
ignorant idiots named Miller have no claim to that title due in large part to
the fact that people like him haven’t managed to do anything of merit or value
in many years. In all honesty it should be just me against Miller because
anyone paying attention on Breakdown saw me not just survive his little
pathetic onslaught but they also saw me kick the crap out of him as well. Miller does not belong in the same ring as me
and that is a fact.”
She smirks.
“And yet, at the same time, I think back to
the reason why I am in this sport. I think
back to why I step inside of this ring.
I step into the ring, I participate in this sport, to prove that I am
the best, to prove that no one can touch me.
And what better way to prove that no one is better than me than to not
only defeat Ace Marshall, the holder of the SCW Television and World
Championships, but to also defeat that annoying garden gnome reject David
Miller as well and to defeat them both at the same damn time?”
Jones nods
her head.
“Yeah, people will really start paying
attention then. People will know that
The Dragon is back.”
Angelica,
with the wave of an arm, motions to the tourists and other beachgoers behind
her.
“Just look at them…not a care in the world! And that’s another great thing about the
beach, am I right? You can go to the beach to escape from the world. You can play in the water or you can lie in
the sand, soaking up the rays, sipping on a margarita, all the while forgetting
about your problems.”
She points a
finger into the camera.
“But you can’t afford to forget about your
problems, can you Miller? You boasted
and bragged and threatened in your unhinged incompetent ramblings last week
that you were going to break me, bloody me, destroy me, bury me, kill me, and
on and on and on with every possible generically bland threat ever made by
every generic tough guy to come around.
I get it…”
She nods her
head.
“…I really do get it, you’re trying to
become relevant again. You feel you have
something to prove. But you’re not
proving it at my expense. You picking a
fight with me is not an exercise in futility, it is a damned suicide mission!”
She snickers
nastily.
“Career suicide, to be precise…because the
fact is that as irrelevant and pathetic as you were before, you made yourself
look even more dumb by making all of those threats and promises about how you
were going to beat my ass and then you failed to deliver. Now, just think of what everyone will think
of you when you fail yet again to deliver on your promises.”
She shakes
her head in disappointment.
“You’ll be done for. Maybe not quite finished but I will say this,
when you fail on Breakdown, it will be a long damn time before you ever get
another opportunity here in SCW.”
Angelica
laughs.
“Now there’s Ace Marshall…my real target.”
He grins
slowly fades into a much more serious look.
“Just like Miller, you can’t afford to
ignore your problems like these beachgoers here at Miami. You are the SCW Television Champion and the
SCW World Champion. You have me chasing
after the Television title, you have Miller chasing after the Television title,
you have James Evans chasing after the World Championship, you have Kennedy Street
chasing after your testicles…”
She winks.
“…I’m honestly not sure who you should be
afraid of more!”
She grins
once more.
“Point being is that you have a giant target
on your back. It seems that everyone in
SCW wants a piece of you, and not in the way you would like it. Now I can’t speak for Kennedy, Evans, or
Miller. I can only speak for myself, but
I will say this…”
Jones takes
her hat off and tosses it to the side, letting her long gorgeous red locks of
hair flow freely.
“…you have a lot to be proud of, Ace. You hold two championships here in SCW. You defeated Rachel Foxx for the SCW world
title while at the same time continuing to defend your television title. That speaks volumes for your abilities. Despite what some may say, there is no doubt
about the fact that you are currently the best athlete in SCW today.”
She sneers.
“And that’s why I have to face you. As I tried to explain to that raving lunatic
Miller last week, I am only in this sport to be the best. I don’t wrestle to entertain. I don’t wrestle because I enjoy it. I wrestle because I believe I am the best and
I want to prove to everyone else that I am the best.”
Angelica
points a finger in the camera.
“Currently you have that one all important
symbol of greatness. That symbol tells
the world that whoever posses it is the best.
Of course I am referring to the SCW World Championship. Now I know that winning this triple threat
match and becoming Television Champion doesn’t mean I also become World
Champion. Hell, it doesn’t even mean I
get a title shot. But what it does mean
is that I can tell the world that I hold a victory over the reigning world
champion, further proving my case that I am the best in the world.”
Jones nods
her head.
“That’s why I have to win, Ace. That’s why I have to defeat you and
Miller. But don’t take it personally,
because as you can see it’s just business.”
She pauses
momentarily and then shrugs her shoulders.
“Well Miller can take it personally if he
wants. He can go to hell. But don’t take it personally, Ace, when I do
take your SCW Television Championship.
In fact, as a celebration of my new championship reign, we can go out
for drinks…”
Angelica
winks at the camera.
“…my treat.”
The camera
fades to black.
