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On Camera
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Jordan Majors, you remind me a lot of myself.
So sit back while I tell you a little story, ok?
I remember when I made my debut in Supreme
Championship Wrestling; it was in the year 2016 and I was a very angry, bitter
young woman at the time. It was on the heels of a successful run in a
Drew Bryant run UWA where I was World Champion for a time. And for a time I was happy there. But then when I lost the world championship
things changed. Oh I put on a brave face but behind the screen I was
angry. You could honestly compare me to
a tantruming child because I watched others in UWA get opportunities that I
felt I deserved. I saw them get
opportunities at what I thought was MY world championship. My response
was not unlike that of an immature child; I took my ball and I left.
That’s why I originally came to Supreme
Championship Wrestling in 2016. I wanted to stick it to the competition,
I wanted to make people notice me, but more importantly I wanted to be given
the things I truly believed I deserved, things that I truly felt that I was
entitled to.
Entitlement...now there’s a word my sister touched
on. Entitlement is the belief that one is inherently deserving of
privileges or special treatment. Was I entitled back then? Oh hell yes was I ever so entitled. I thought I had been done wrong by just about
everyone and that I deserved to have the entire world handed to me on a silver
platter. I thought I could get some Retribution...see what I did
there...and make some noise by jumping ship to the competition. And I did make some noise, I did make some
impact, but I damn sure did not get the one thing that my old bratty self wanted.
I did not get the world handed to me on a silver
platter. It did not take long in the much more rigorous, much more
competitive environment of Supreme Championship Wrestling to realize that this
would not be as easy as it was in UWA or anywhere else I had been. I
quickly grew to realize that I would need to do two things in order to achieve
my goals…
First, I would need to improve upon my game every
minute of every day. Never once could I ever just sit back and accept
that I have peaked. No matter how good I
did in a match in SCW I had to constantly keep telling myself that I had to
keep learning, that I had to keep improving, because that’s what really breaks
the back of many young superstars here in SCW. They become content with
who they are and what they have while everyone else becomes hungrier and
hungrier and those who are hungry are willing to continue working hard for what
they want. Those hungrier superstars
will pass you by if you’re not careful.
I recognized that early on in my SCW run.
The year is 2017 and I defeated Tyler Tucker to
become SCW United States Champion at “Supreme Saturday: Just Desserts”. I
thought I had it all, I thought finally I had achieved what I had wanted; well,
not quite, because it wasn’t a world title. But I knew if I could win the
United States Championship in a place as highly competitive as SCW then I knew
I could win any championship in the company any damn time I want. I just
knew that I had evolved to become the perfect SCW wrestler.
Boy was I ever wrong! Just forty nine days
into my reign somebody named Jinn comes along and beats me for it. Jinn
was hungrier, wanted it more, and of course I lost. But I learned a valuable lesson that
night. I learned that I could not become content.
The second thing I needed to do in order to achieve
my SCW goals was to become a much more mature individual, not just a more
mature competitor. This is the one that I always had a problem with. Obviously there was a lot of immaturity when
I came into SCW; I did not want to admit it but it was there. I wanted to
believe that learning my lessons after losing the US Title to Jinn was enough
to make me more mature but I was just fooling myself. It wasn’t long before I was tempted by the
forbidden fruit of the SCW World Championship. Syren and her ilk promised
me the world...literally if you consider the world title your life...and I
immaturely sold my soul for it.
And I didn’t even get a damn thing out of it!
Unless you count the evil glares I got backstage from the SCW roster...evil
glares I still get to this day. After Syren’s betrayal, after realizing
that I was being played for a fool, I knew that I had to recognize who my true
friends are and I had to become more mature.
Jordan, you remind me of myself because just like
me you are young...younger than I was when I first started in SCW but you’re
young...and in such a short amount of time you made an impact. You
quickly made some noise and made people sit up and take notice of you. Sienna Swann and Bree Lancaster want to be
your besties and you’ve made enemies out of Syren and Infamous. All of that speaks loud and clear of what
you’ve already accomplished in SCW.
And you haven’t even won a championship yet!
That could change at Retribution and much like me
when I won my first title at Supreme Saturday: Just Desserts, you are looking
to make Retribution the night that you finally win the big one and take home
some gold. But listen to me very closely, Jordan, and ask yourself have
you really learned your lessons?
Are you prepared to improve upon your game each and
every night? I mean, everyone had you hand picked as the star. Hell, you WERE the Star of Tomorrow, am I
right? And then at Day of Infamy you EARNED the number one overall draft
pick for the SCW Trios Tournament. You
EARNED it. Not entitled. Not
deserved. You went out there and you
earned it. You deserve a lot of
congratulations for that and you deserved the adulation and praise you received
for that.
But even with such achievements as those, and those
were both quite the stupendous accomplishments, you cannot sit idle on
anything. I mean, what happened in the Trios Tournament itself? Did your team win? No, it didn’t.
Are you truly ready to mature? Maturing is a
process. It doesn’t happen overnight and
some would argue that it never truly ends. There are many people who
would question your maturity considering the people you call friends. I won’t be a judge, considering the people I
once threw my lot in with.
What I will say is this, you are on the cusp of
greatness, Jordan. I know that one day you will achieve great things here
in SCW. Those great things just won’t
start at Retribution. Retribution 2020 will just be another disappointing
failure to reach up and grab that brass ring, because I am always learning my
lessons, Jordan, and while your journey here in SCW has been short, mine has
been a long ass time coming and I am only just two championships away from
Supreme.
The Adrenaline Championship is one title I need in
order to achieve that goal and if you think I’m going to let you stand in my
way then you are absolutely crazy and you clearly do not know me at all.
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March 15th, 2020
Memphis, Tennessee
Off Camera
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The hotel lobby is classy in the most unclassy way
possible. It has all the corporate taste for opulent items without the
slightest touch of personality - those little out of sync items that makes
decor "human." The deep brown floor shines as well any polished
glass. There are flowers, beautiful, the perfect shade of orange to compliment
the woody hues and creams. On closer inspection their stamens have been pulled
to prevent even the pollen disturbing the perfect sheen on the mahogany
pedestal tables. The floor was tiled in fine marble, which made every step
echo. A chandelier made rainbow colors dance across the luxurious lobby.
Embroidered silk sofas surrounded a large, flat-screen television. The twin
doors that led into the lobby were a pristine white with golden handles. The
desk was made of amber-colored wood and a green granite top. Exquisite
paintings hung from the rich, red walls. Even the door hinges were engraved
with swirls and elegant designs. The domed ceiling rose at least 100 feet
high. This is the Westin of Memphis Beale Street, a five star luxury
hotel; luxury because only the finest of establishments for Jones women, right?
Marie has always enjoyed the lap of luxury, she has
always accepted and embraced the finer things in life, much like her mother
Angelica Jones and aunt Kayla Jones. This has not been in the case for
Marie’s identical twin sister, Kimberly Williams. It is something that has not gone undetected
by “The Phoenix” Marie Annabelle Jones, who sits comfortably on the luxurious,
expensive sofas. Jones is staying here tonight for the SCW event
Retribution, which is being held in the FedExForum later tonight. Tonight will be the night Marie has an
opportunity to get one step closer to achieving her ultimate goal of becoming
SCW Supreme Champion. Few have obtained that lofty goal, which is to say
that they have won every championship available to a superstar in Supreme
Championship Wrestling. Marie has won
every championship except two; the SCW Adrenaline Championship and the SCW
World Championship.
Yes, the World Championship is on Marie’s radar
screen, and she will get there one day, but for now her primary focus is on the
task at hand and that is becoming the Adrenaline Champion. She is here
today because she defeated Gavin Taylor, who was champion at the time she
defeated him. She earned her spot in
this match tonight and she will not squander it. She also recognizes the challenge she
faces. Asher, for all of his jokes and clownish behavior, is a tremendous
competitor and great champion. And then
there is the wild card, Jordan Majors, who has definitely come into her own in
recent months and is on the verge of great things. Anything can happen in
a triple threat match and Marie knows she will have to be prepared.
So why is she here waiting in the lobby of her
hotel room instead of getting some last minute preparation in or watching some
match footage? One reason would pull her away from her wrestling goals;
only one thing is more important to Marie than her own selfish professional
accomplishments and that one thing is her family.
The Phoenix has agreed with her identical twin
sister Kimberly that it is important that they know everything about their
family. For a long time, Marie seemed convinced that she knew all that
there was to know about her family and thus was convinced she knew her
identity. Recent conversations have brought that into doubt. Kimberly and Marie have come to recognize the
reality that they only know half of their identity; the Jones half. Yes,
they know all about their mother, the infamous Angelica Jones, a fiery tempered
thirteen time world champion, but they know next to nothing about their father,
Sean Williams.
Jones won’t say it publicly, and she definitely
won’t say it to Kimberly, but she questions whether or not she wants to know
about her father. What if they learn about some dark hidden secrets that
they do not really want to know, something that forever changes them and their
identity forever?
It is a risk Marie is willing to take.
Jones takes an appraisal of the time by checking
her wristwatch. She isn’t impatient by any means, nor should she, it
isn’t even time yet for the arrival of the individual she is meeting with
today. But this person is someone she has known and cared for a long
time. She also knows he is always
punctual and based on the time, his arrival should be any moment now.
As if on cue the sliding doors slowly open.
Marie watches as a man dressed rather sloppily in raggedy denim jeans, an Irish
flag t-shirt, and a black leather jacket walks into the lobby. His brown
hair, showing some signs of graying, is rough, clearly showing signs that he
hasn’t kept up with it very well. Then
again, he never really did. His face shows signs not only of age finally
catching up with him but also signs of the many bitter and hard fought wars he
endured inside of a wrestling ring.
“Cuchu!” Marie
grins from ear to ear as she hops up off of the sofa and walks over to the man,
Connor Patrick O’Connor, the man who once wrestled under the name Cuchulain in
Global Division of Wrestling. For any who had a hard time pronouncing his
ring name, they just called him The Hound of Ulster. Many also had a very difficult time understand
just what the hell came out of the mouth, for Cuchulain spoke with a very
strong Irish accent. Still, he was beloved by most anyone and everyone he
ever crossed paths with. He was an
especially good friend to the Jones family.
Connor and Angelica Jones were once GDW World Tag Team Champions before
his own run as GDW World Champion.
He stood proudly by the Jones family during the
good times and the bad. He helped Marie when she decided to follow in her
mother’s footsteps and train to become a wrestler herself. He was there
for her when she was raped and was faced with the difficult decision to have
the child or have an abortion. He was more than simply a wrestling coach
for Marie during her younger years; in a way, Connor Patrick O’Connor,
Cuchulain, was quite the father figure for Marie Annabelle Jones. And she
missed him when he disappeared from her life for many years.
It doesn’t matter though, because he is here now
and that is what matters!
The redhead rushes up to greet Cuchulain with a tight
embrace. “How are you doing, big guy!”
“I'm doin fine, lahve, boeht you may break a reb if
you squeeze me any lahnger.”
“Oh, sorry, Cuchu!”
Marie releases her tight vice-like grip. “It’s just so great seeing you
again, that’s all!”
“Ah, no wahrries. I was truly soehrprised to 'ear
frahm you myself. 'Ow lahng 'as it been sence we spahke anyway?”
“Far too long.” Marie
remarks with a nod of her head. The Phoenix leads her friend Cuchulain
over to the comfortable leather sofa where she had just been sitting. She
has many fond memories of this man and he has been there to help her out
before. He was a coach to her in her
early years in training when Angelica did not particularly like the idea of
Marie following in her footsteps. He taught her many tricks of the
trade. One thing about Cuchulain,
though, is that he never once gave in to temptation. As far back as Marie can recall, Cuchulain
never once disregarded the rules. He
always did things by the book. Would he approve of how she’s managed
herself thus far in her career?
Then again, Cuchulain probably would not judge her
because he has never been one to judge. When she was pregnant as a result
of being raped, she was encouraged by the Church to have the child. She
wasn’t certain she was ready for a child and considered abortion but was unsure
of how the Church would react. Cuchulain quite literally said to hell
with what the Church thinks...or in his words, he said “feck what the bloody
Church thinks”...and he encouraged her to do what was best for her, to make the
best decision for herself and that the Church, if there was anything to it,
would respect her decision and still care for her regardless.
It was his strong, encouraging words that allowed
her to make the decision to keep the baby.
Cuchulain competed his entire wrestling career in
only two places; Global Division of Wrestling and Millennium Wrestling
Alliance. It was in GDW where he met the Jones family. Cuchulain had taken a break from active
competition shortly after losing the GDW World Championship and he decided to
assist the talent relations department in finding new wrestlers for the
company. He worked with talent relations for a few years before returning
to in ring action as a member of the MWA, but it was during those years as a
member of GDW’s talent relations department that Sean Williams began a
wrestling career at GDW.
Yes, the same Sean Williams who was also Marie and
Kim’s father. So this is why Marie immediately thought of Cuchulain. Maybe he knows something more about him that
they do not?
“I gaht yooehr tecket to de show tahnight, SCW
Retribution” He reaches into his coat and produces
the ticket, waving it proudly. “Nice seats, lass. Thank you. I look fahrward
to watchin you keck de cahllective arses o' Jahrdan Majahrs and Asher and
becombing de new Adrenaline Champion.”
“Oh, so you have been keeping up?” Marie
eyes are somewhat widened with surprise. Connor nods his head in
confirmation.
“O' cooehrse, why wooehldn't I keep oehp wit de
career o' me favahrite student? And might I add you've dahne a bleedin' deadly
good jahb, lahve.”
Marie sighs and bows her head in shame, shaking her
head. “I’m not sure you’d be very proud of me, Cuchu.”
“What do ya mean, lahve?”
“You can’t be proud of me, not if you REALLY have
seen some of the things I’ve done. I’ve made alliances for my own selfish
benefit only to betray those allies and betray good friends all in the name of
becoming world champion. I have lost the trust of my peers in the locker
room, Cuchu. Hell, I’m surprised the
fans still cheer me…”
“Fans always are quick to fahrgive.” The
Irishman points out.
“Yeah, at least I have them.” Marie says with a
chuckle. “But will I have the locker room’s trust again? I can’t say for
sure. And if you knew of some of the
things I’ve done you’d know why.”
Cuchulain sighs deeply. “I admit dat I do naht
know everythin you're talkin abooeht, lahve. 'owever, I dink you're bein far
too 'ard ahn yooehrself. First o' all it doesn't matter what you ded in de
past. all dat matters is de 'ere and now. ye said you ded all o' dahse dings to
be wahrld champion?” He smirks knowingly. “Sooehnds like yooehr mum, who
gave me a good clahbberin ahn de 'ead wit a chair to wen 'er first wahrld
championship at me expense. boeht answer dis one question, why are you wrestlin
now, lahve?”
“I do still want to be world champion…”
she pauses to consider her next words, she thinks long and hard about why she
truly is in this sport she loves so much “...but I’m not willing to stoop to
those lows any longer. I am not going to betray friendships to do
it. I am going to do it the right way.”
“Bang on!”
Cuchulain exclaims with a thumbs up. “Anyone ooeht dere wit any shred o'
decency'll give you a secahnd chance, you may to earn dat secahnd chance boeht
you'll get a secahnd chance.”
“True enough, I mean, you did forgive mom after she
used a chair against you to win the world title. Years later you two were
tag team champions again.” Marie points out.
“Exactly.” He
winks at Marie. “Though piece of advice, lahve, focus on the Adrenaline
title, lass. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“Fair enough!” Marie
says, chuckling to herself. She smiles warmly at her friend. “It really is
great seeing you again, Cuchu. And I’m glad you’re here and really glad
that you’ll be here to watch me compete tonight, but I have to admit that I
have ulterior motives.”
“I dooehght so; neither one o' oehs 'ave cahntacted
de ahther in a lahng time.”
“I know and I feel sooo bad about that.
Hopefully we can do something about that in the future but for now I need your
help with something.”
Sure, lass, anything.”
“What do you remember about Sean Williams?”
“Ah yes, yer dad innit?”
Marie nods her head in confirmation.
“Kimberly and I are trying to find out as much as
we can about him because we know next to nothing. All we know is that
before his extremely short tenure as a wrestler he was training to become a
priest and that’s what led him to meeting mom.”
“Him? A priest?”
He laughs out loud, loud enough that it causes a disruption in the lobby. He
quickly regains his composure but he still is chuckling a little under his
breath. “I fend dat 'ard to believe.”
“Well we know it’s true. But why is it hard
to believe?” Marie asks curiously.
“Because he had so much bloody hate in his heart.”
Cuchulain says pointedly. Suddenly the Irishman’s demeanor changes as he
grows far more serious. “You said earlier dat yooehr goal is to one day
becomb wahrld champion; tahnight yooehr goal is to becomb adrenaline
champion. Wrestlers cahmpete fahr defferent reasahns. Sean cahmpeted ooeht o' pure and oehnrelentin
'atred towards yooehr mahther.”
“What?!” Marie
exclaims in an astonished tone. Cuchulain nods his head.
“He was tahld dat yooehr mum 'ad an abahrtion. dat
made 'im angry because 'e lahved yooehr mum and wanted to be a father. den when
'e learned dat 'e was lied to and dat yooehr mahther 'ad given oehp 'er
cheldren at birth? dat severely pessed 'im ahff. and yooehr mahm, well she 'ad
joehst became a 'ousehahld name after takin de wahrld championship frahm me. so
sean saw GDW and prahfessional wrestlin as an excuse to legally assaoehlt and
beat de livin 'ell ooeht o' 'er. 'e saw dat as an avenue to legally crepple 'er
fahr takin away 'is dreams o' bein a father.”
The Phoenix can hardly believe her ears. Sean
Williams, her own father, had become a wrestler just so he could have a legal
excuse to beat up her mother? It’s hard to imagine but, then again,
people compete for different reasons.
There are quite a few people in this sport with hatred in their
hearts. Marie would hate for her own father to be one of them, though.
“Clearly you knew this, or at least found it out,
so why did GDW let him compete? You DID tell them didn’t you?” Marie
asks. Cuchulain nods his head.
“I did, lahve, but they didn’t care. All dey
cared abooeht was ratengs; fahrmer lahvers, now 'ated enemies, fightin in a
blood feoehd; it was great ratengs fahr dem and dat's all dahse blahkes cared
abooeht.”
Marie Jones sighs deeply and shakes her head with a
sense of regret washing over her lovely features. She was truly hoping
something good would come of this investigation into her father’s past but thus
far it has been riddled with nothing but pain and heartache. A love that
was tore apart by the Church turned them into bitter and hated enemies, a
hatred that was exploited for the monetary gain of corporate fat cats. It is hard to fathom and Marie isn’t sure
whether she wants to continue any further with this investigation.
“Well, thanks, Cuchu, it has really been great
seeing you again.” She leans forward and embraces him in
a tight hug. “But I probably should be on my way. Retribution is
tonight.”
“O' cooehrse, lahve, boeht may i make a
soehggestion?”
“Sure.”
“It is great dat you and yooehr sester Kim are
gettin alahng. i ded naht dink you ever wooehld make peace wit 'er. fahr yooehr
sake, dooehgh, i wooehld advise dat you stahp dis right now. whatever reasahn
you 'ave fahr deggin into yooehr dad's past, doesn't matter. let de dead stay
dead, lahve. dere is no good dat can comb frahm destoehrbin de dead.”
No further words are needed. Marie knows
exactly what her friend means. Do not disturb the dead. And maybe he is right? Maybe this is
something best left alone? It is
something worth considering as she watches Cuchulain get up and walk out of the
sliding doors and out of the hotel. Plus, it was Cuchulain who just said
that she shouldn’t focus so much on the past and instead focus herself and her
attention on the here and now. Should
she and Kimberly really be focusing on their past? It is a question worth
asking. Regardless of whatever Sean
Williams may or may not have done, should they be defined by what he has done?
No, Marie and Kimberly both get to define
themselves. They are not merely the children of Angelica Jones or the
children of Sean Williams. They are their own people. Marie is her own person, she is The Crown
Jewel of Professional Wrestling, and hopefully today she will be the new SCW
Adrenaline Champion.
“Yoo-hoo!” Marie
hears a familiar voice, similar to her own. She turns and looks over in
time to spot her identical twin sister Kimberly Williams leaving the elevators
and rushing over towards her. Kimberly doesn’t typically enjoy this type
of fancy hotel but Marie insisted that she stay with her today. She was hoping Kimberly would get to see
Cuchulain. Unfortunately that didn’t happen. The Woman Scorned rushes over to the sofa
where she flops down next to Marie.
“So where is The Hound of Ulster?”
“You missed him just by a few seconds.”
“Crap!”
Kimberly remarks, snapping her fingers, sounding genuinely depressed. “My
timing has been awful lately.”
“Better improve that timing rather quickly,
sis. You’re facing Bree tonight and you know you have to be on top of
your game.”
“I know.” Kimberly
nods her head. “That’s why I was late. I was upstairs watching more
tape, studying her and looking for weaknesses. You know?”
“No, I don’t know.” Marie
shakes her head. “And I don’t believe you.”
“Huh?”
“Bad timing my ass, Kim. That was perfect
timing. You came here just as he left.” Marie
stares at her twin sister almost like a mother would who is getting ready to
scold a child. Finally Kimberly breaks and nods her head.
“Alright, I admit that I was avoiding Cuchulain.”
“I knew it!” Marie
exclaims.
“Look, Marie, all of this may be easy for you but
it isn’t for me. The last time Cuchulain and I were in the same room
together I was still crazy, psychotic, and sociopathic, and I was hell bent on
murdering you and our mom, and if not that then crippling the two of you and
ending your careers. I couldn’t possibly even look him in the eye.”
“Cuchu is good people, Kim.”
Marie says, placing a comforting hand upon her sister’s knee. “He believes
in forgiveness more than most.”
“Well that’s all well and good but what’d he have
to say about our dad?” Kim asks inquisitively. “Anything
at all?”
“He told me why Sean went from being a
priest-in-training to being a pro-wrestler.”
“Oh goodie!” Kimberly
excitedly claps her hands. “I cannot wait for this one!”
“Oh you can, trust me.”
Marie states pointedly.
“What do you mean? Why did he want to be a
wrestler? Fame and fortune like Bree and Sienna? The love of the
sport like Alistaire? Following the
family lineage like Owen?”
“No…” Marie
shakes her head “...he hated our mom, Kim. He hated her so much that
he wanted to physically beat the hell out of her. He wanted to assault so
badly that it would be considered illegal anywhere and everywhere else.
But professional wrestling provided him with an avenue to be able to beat up
our mom and do so legally.”
“Whoa…” Kimberly’s
voice trails off “...well that sucks…”
“Yeah…” Marie
sighs deeply.
“Did you find out about Sean’s siblings?
Cynthia and Paul?”
“No, I didn’t bother to ask, but he advised that we
quit this investigation and Kim...I’m beginning to think we should. I
mean, we just found out why he wanted to be a wrestler. And no, it didn’t work, no his career didn’t
last long, but if he was that hateful and that mentally off balance, what else
could we find out? Do we even want to know?”
The Woman Scorned quickly nods her head. “Yeah,
I think we do.”
“Seriously?” Marie
asks with an astonished look on her face. Kim nods her head.
“Yes, we do need to find this out.”
“But we can’t let the past define us, Kim.”
“It isn’t about letting the past define us, Marie.
This is about LEARNING from the past so that we do not make those same mistakes
again. That’s what this investigation is about. I do not need to be defined because I know
who the hell I am, and I’m fairly certain you know who you are, sis.”
Kim smirks knowingly. “But we could do with some improvements here and
there. That’s what this is about.
Learning about our past, learning from our past, and using that
knowledge to improve ourselves.”
The Phoenix considers her sister’s words.
Those were wise words indeed and she hadn’t thought of it like that
before. She leans in and embraces Kimberly in a tight hug. “Thanks,
Kim! You’re right, we do need to keep this going!”
“That’s good to hear because I happen to have
information on Cynthia Williams...our aunt…”
“Cynthia? What about Paul?”
“Don’t know about Paul.”
Kimberly says with a shrug of her shoulders. “But I do know where Cynthia
lives. We can make contact and go see her anytime you want.”
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On Camera
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Asher Hayes…
I hope you were listening to what I said to Jordan
Majors because it applies to you too. Though if we’re honest, it applies
to everyone in this sport, but you specifically, let’s look at it for jus ta
moment. Look at that impressive resume…
Twice you’ve been an Adrenaline
Champion...hopefully I’ll take that from you soon…
You’ve been a United States Champion…
Underground Champion…
Tag Team Champion…
Am I right in thinking that the only two you’re
lacking is the Television and World Championships? You and I are pretty
close to achieving that lofty goal of Supreme Champion; something few have ever
achieved in this company. I need the Adrenaline Championship in order to
achieve that goal and that’s why I will take it from you at Retribution and deny
Jordan Majors her dream of winning her first SCW championship. Point is,
you have an impressive record. For all
of your joking around, cutting up, and social media immaturity, you are damn
good inside the wrestling ring. You have
the trophy case to prove that.
In fact, you’re so good that you are the type to
easily be tempted to lift the foot off the gas just a little bit. I mean,
why put forth any more effort? Why work
any harder? Why train harder? Why try to learn and improve when clearly I
have the tools already to get the job done?
The moment you start thinking like that is when you
start to fail and that’s all the opening someone like me needs, Asher. I
do not need to use cheap mind games or underhanded tactics the way people like
Gavin Taylor...your old sparring partner...did…
No, I do not like the way Gavin Taylor handles his
business. He is a coward who runs from a fight and tries to gain an
unfair advantage. Trust me, Asher, when I come for you to take that
championship away from you, I will not take shortcuts, there will be nothing
shady, nothing illegal. I will beat you clean, center of the ring. And yes, I know this is a triple threat
match, I may end up beating you by pinning Jordan. If that’s the case, I guarantee you a one on
one rematch so I can beat you one on one just to prove to you and everyone else
that The Phoenix IS indeed The Crown Jewel of Professional Wrestling and indeed
better than you.
So rest assured, Asher, there will be none of Gavin
Taylor’s games this time. It will be fought fair and square. Legitimately.
And you need to be at the top of your game if you hope to survive
Retribution with your championship. Which makes me wonder just how
seriously you are taking this challenge?
How seriously do you take this threat?
How am I supposed to interpret your little social media tweets and GIFs
and sexual innuendo? Do you and Ace read from the same script?
It’s doubtful that you’re taking this seriously,
Asher. But when you look into my eyes at Retribution you will see just
how intense I am. If you have been doing any kind of homework in
preparation for this challenge then you should know just how hard I have fought
to make it to Retribution here tonight. And you should know that I am not
someone who will give up easily. I will
fight with every fiber of my being and even if you do knock me down...well,
just like the mythical Phoenix, you cannot keep me down for very long…
I will comment on one tweet of yours, though.
You claimed that you will head into Retribution the same way you will walk
out…”sexy as fuck”...your words. And you know what? I bet you will. But you won’t walk out as the SCW Adrenaline
Champion. Neither will Jordan
Majors. That distinguished honor and prestige, as well as the
championship belt that goes with it, will come home with me...The Phoenix,
Marie Annabelle Jones!
