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Positive
Influence
On Camera
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It seems as
if her family life has been downhill ever since Marie Annabelle Jones hooked up
with Samantha Hodgson and Ethan Von Aaron.
Her sister, Jessica, no longer trusts her. Her mother and aunt barely have anything to
do with her. Her entire family is all in
agreement that young Marie is heading down the wrong track real fast.
It isn’t
something she wanted, either. It’s just
a consequence of the decisions she has made for herself. Decisions that, perhaps, were hastily
made. One hasty decision that many
believed was very rash and in poor judgment was to go against Vanilla Skyy at
Reawakening Day all by herself even though she could have chosen a partner to
team with her, any partner she wanted.
Marie, though, wanted to prove that she could do it on her own. She wanted to prove that she didn’t need help
to defeat Vanilla Skyy.
Marie did
win, she defeated Vanilla Skyy, but it wasn’t on her terms. Desmond Drake sent out Jackson Adams to tag
team with her. She truly believes she
could have done it on her own but now no one will believe her.
At least she
has been granted another chance to not only continue on her winning ways but to
also prove that she doesn’t need any assistance at all whatsoever. Marie is set to face Amanda Blayze on New Age
in a No Disqualification Match and she is going to advantage of this
opportunity to destroy Blayze and, in the process, send a message to the rest
of the IWC roster.
Her New Age
match against Amanda Blayze isn’t just the only second chance she’s getting. Outside of the ring, specifically in regards
to her personal life, it appears as if Marie Annabelle Jones may finally have a
connection back to her famous family…
…namely her
grandfather, Bart Jones.
Bart Jones
is the father of Silas World member Angelica Jones. For the longest time he had been disowned by
the family due to his abandoning both of his children after the death of their
mother. While Angelica has forgiven him,
Kayla still has not and still refuses to even speak with him. For all intents and purposes, Bart Jones is
still an outcast from the Jones family.
Much like
how Marie is today.
“I did it!
I did it! I did it! I did it!”
If you can’t
tell based upon the high pitched squeal in her voice that Marie Annabelle Jones
is happy about the outcome of her match tonight at Reawakening Day against
Vanilla Skyy, a match she won even if it was with a little bit of assistance
from Jackson Adams, then perhaps you can tell how happy she is based on the
fact that she is jumping up and down like a mad jumping bean as she enters her
dressing room, finding her agent Samantha Hodgson already there, smiling
proudly at her client.
“Just like I knew you would.”
Hodgson and
Jones share an embrace. “Just like you said you would, lovely
Marie.”
Immediately
Marie’s demeanor changes. She frowns
ever so slightly upon hearing that last sentence from her agent’s lips.
“Well, not exactly the way I said I would.”
“What do you mean, my dear?”
“You know exactly what I mean.” Jones is
getting irritated now. “I specifically
said that I wanted to fight Vanilla one on one.
I specifically said I wanted to do it on my own.”
Hodgson
sighs, nodding her head. “Yes, yes, I
know…”
“And what does that asshole do?” Marie
stomps her foot angrily on the floor like a spoiled child. “He stuck his nose into MY business where it DOESN’T belong!”
“Calm down, my dear.”
Samantha
walks over to the middle of the room.
She reaches down and picks up the tray of fruits, snacks, and
drinks. She carries it ever so carefully
to her enraged red-headed client and offers it to her, hoping against hope that
this will get her mind off of Jackson Adams and his interference in tonight’s
match.
“Here, Marie. Have a drink.
Have some grapes.” Samantha grins broadly. “It’ll make you feel better.”
“It’s going to be hard to feel better, Sam…”
Marie growls angrily “…because I went out
there and I did what I said I was going to do.
I beat Vanilla Skyy.”
“And that should make you happy.”
“BUT no one will buy it because of Adams!” She
points out. “Because of him they still
will think that I am a nothing compared to her.”
Hodgson
shakes her head. “Don’t listen to them.”
“I am a hall of fame caliber athlete and I
just beat her!”
“That’s right…” she offers the tray of
refreshments again “…now please have a
drink. Some wine at the least.”
Jones sighs,
finally relenting as she takes an empty glass. “Fine.”
The Phoenix
sits down on a nearby sofa, slumps over, and holds out her glass. Samantha Hodgson smiles upon seeing that her
charge has finally calmed down, even if it is just a little bit. She sets the refreshment tray back down on
the table and picks up the wine bottle off of it. She takes the wine over and pours Marie a
glass of wine.
“There, now drink up.” She sets the wine
bottle down and then sits down on the sofa next to Marie. “And let’s talk.”
“I didn’t need any help.” Marie remarks,
still pouting even as she takes a sip of her wine. “And yet he got involved. Now
no one will believe I can take her by myself.”
“Forget about that, Marie.”
“How?
How can I forget?!” Young Jones exclaims. “And why?”
“Why?” Samantha pours herself a glass of
wine. “Because you have yet another
chance to prove the critics and naysayers wrong, my dear.”
“Oh?”
Hodgson nods
her head. She knew that the mention of a
possible redemption, the chance to once again prove everyone wrong, would spark
the curiosity of her young charge.
“That’s right. I received word that you will be facing
Amanda Blayze on New Age.”
Jones rolls
her eyes, setting her wine glass down as she finishes the last of it in one big
gulp.
“Amanda Blayze? Big deal!
What’s so special about facing that perennial loser?”
“Oh I don’t know…” a knowing grin forms
across Samantha’s face “…maybe because
it’s no disqualification?”
That did
it. The eyes of the self-described
greatest ginger ever immediately light up as if it were Christmas day. This is the kind of news she wanted to
hear. For weeks leading up to
Reawakening Day all she heard about was how dangerous Vanilla Skyy was. That made Marie want more than anything else
to prove that she can be just as dangerous and deadly as Vanilla. Jackson Adams intervening in the match put a
kibosh on that.
But now this
presents Marie with another opportunity to show the IWC universe just how
ruthless she can be. Marie is not just
another pretty face, even if she believes that she is the prettiest face in all
of IWC. She is dangerous, she is deadly,
and a no disqualification match is right up her alley and she looks forward to
making an example out of Amanda Blayze on New Age.
“Seriously?
It’s a no disqualification match?”
“That’s right.” Samantha nods, looking
on proudly. “You can thank me later.”
Marie leans
over and embraces Hodgson. “You’re the
best, Sam!”
“I know.”
“This is just the match I needed after what
happened tonight in order to prove to the world that what happened with Vanilla
Skyy was NOT a fluke and it was NOT just because Jackson Adams was out there.” A
sinister grins forms across Marie’s face. “Once
I stain the mat in Blayze’s blood, the world will begin to fear me, THE NEW
QUEEN OF EXTREME!”
Samantha
ponders for a moment before nodding her head. “Queen of Extreme, eh?”
“Borrowed from my mother.” Marie smiles
proudly. “Like it?”
“I do, it isn’t like your mother needs it
anymore, considering Silas Mason has all but tamed her.”
Hodgson
places both hands on her client’s shoulders. “You, my dear, are the Crown Jewel of the House of Hodgson. Amanda Blayze is just the first step on what
will be your march towards championship gold and vindicating me as the real
mover and shaker in this industry.”
A knocking
breaks through the conversation before any further words can be exchanged. Marie looks on with annoyance. How dare someone interrupt her on her big
night at Reawakening Day?
“Who the hell is that?!”
“I do not know, Ms. Jones. Would you like me to get rid of them?”
Marie nods
her head. “Yes, please!”
“With pleasure.”
Samantha
gets up and walks over to the door of the dressing room. Hodgson puts on the angriest, most intense
face she can muster as she flings the door open, with every intent on telling
this person off. Samantha is immediately
disarmed, though, upon seeing that the person at the door wanting to see them
is not who she thought it would be.
“Uh…Marie...”
“What is it?”
“You may want to come here.”
Jones rolls
her eyes. “Why?”
“Trust me.”
Jones
doesn’t seem to be happy about this.
That’s what she hired Samantha for; to take care of these types of
things such as unruly fans and people she just doesn’t want to talk to right
now. Why can’t she deal with this person? Why does Marie have to do everything herself?
“Ok, who is…” she steps over to the door
and then she too is disarmed immediately “…oh…”
The man
standing at the door is none other than Bart Jones, Marie’s grandfather.
“You don’t sound all that thrilled to see
me.”
“Well, I…um…”
“We weren’t expecting you.” Samantha
says, finally finding her words. “And
furthermore you were uninvited, which is rather rude.”
“Apologies,” Bart remarks with a cheesy
grin “but I just thought I would pop in
and surprise my granddaughter.”
“You thought wrong.” Samantha remarks
coldly. She turns to look at Marie who still has a confused look on her face. “Do you wish for me to get rid of him, my
dear?”
“Uh…”
“Marie?”
“Um…”
“That’s ok.” Bart turns around. “I can go, it’s no big deal.”
“Wait…” Marie calls out after him,
causing Bart to stop dead in his tracks “…you
can stay.”
Samantha
turns and looks at her client. “Are you
sure?”
Marie nods
her head emphatically. “Yes, I’m
sure. In fact, why don’t you just go and
pull the car around?”
Samantha
stares at her client for a few tense moments.
It is clear that, for whatever reason, she disagrees with this
decision. Nevertheless, Samantha relents
and nods her head.
“Will do, Ms. Jones.”
Samantha
exits the dressing room. Bart watches
her carefully as she takes her leave and once she is completely and totally out
of sight he snickers ever so slightly before entering the dressing room himself
and shutting the door behind him.
“That lady never did like me.”
“She does rub a lot of people the wrong
way.” Marie says light heartedly with a grin on her face.
“That’s putting it mildly.” He opens up
his arms, inviting his granddaughter in for a hug. “Isn’t that right, Marie?”
Marie walks
in and embraces him, hugging him tightly. “That’s
right, grandpa.”
After about
ten seconds the hug is broken and Bart turns to look at the table with the
various fruits and wine and other refreshments.
“Look at the treats. It looks like you two were having a party.”
“We were, of sorts.” Marie answers back.
“I did win my match tonight.”
Bart nods
his head. “I saw that. I was quite disappointed in you.”
“Huh?” She arches her brow in shock and
surprise. “But grandpa, I won and…”
“And you did it with Jackson Adams helping
you out.” He frowns. “You’re better
than that, Marie.”
“I didn’t want him out there!”
He folds his
arms over his chest, not looking too impressed or fazed by Marie’s protests. “You didn’t seem to put up much of a fight
when he got involved on your behalf.”
Part of
Marie wants to snap back at him and yell at him. How dare he accuse her like this? How dare he judge her? And yet, looking into this gentle, loving
eyes of a man who cares deeply for her, she cannot find it within her to do
anything but lower her head in shame, for she realizes that he is right.
“Yeah…I know….”
He rests a
hand on her shoulder. “I’m not here to
judge you. It’s like I told your mother
and your aunt, they are adults, they have to make their own decisions. You make your own decisions now as well,
Marie. And knowing your mother, she has
done everything she can to help you make the right decisions.”
Marie laughs
lightly under her breath. “Funny, not a
lot of people would say that about mom…”
“Your mother has made mistakes, but we all
make mistakes. I have made a lot of them
myself. That’s why I’m not here to
judge. I can only offer my advice.”
“What is your advice, grandpa?”
“First of all, if I were you, I would offer
Vanilla Skyy a one on one rematch.”
“No problem…”
“…and I think you should try and make peace
with your mother and your aunt.”
Marie
frowns. “Why?”
The younger
Jones stomps back over to the comfortable sofa and sits back down. “Why
should I make peace with them?! I don’t
need them!”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” Bart walks
over and sits down on the sofa next to her, wrapping his arm around her
shoulder. “Do you want me to tell you a
secret?”
“What’s that?”
“You’re dating that Michael Bauer boy,
right?”
She nods her
head. “And Drake Dillon. Don’t forget about Drake.”
“Right, Drake…”
Bart sighs
out of frustration. It isn’t that he
dislikes Drake. Truth be told, he
prefers Drake over Bauer any day of the week.
What he doesn’t like is the notion of his granddaughter dating two boys
at the same time. He knows this can’t
end well.
“Listen, Marie, you can have Drake…and Bauer…you
can date whoever you want. Guys will come
and go. But you cannot change your
family. You can never ever change your
family.”
The red head
sighs. “Maybe but…I don’t know…”
Her eyes
flare up. “They never forgave you. Why should I try and work things out with
them?”
“Your mother did.”
“Yeah, well, what about Aunt Kayla?” Marie
shakes her head. “You speak of
forgiveness but she won’t even forgive you?
You know, I don’t think so. Not
this time.”
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Samantha
On Camera
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I hate to
say I told you so…
…actually,
no, I love saying it.
I TOLD YOU
SO!
I told you
that my client was not afraid of Vanilla Skyy.
I told you that with or without a tag team partner, my client would get
the job done at Reawakening Day. And
Jackson Adams or no Jackson Adams, it really is irrelevant, my client was the
winner on that night. At Reawakening
Day, it was Marie Annabelle Jones who pinned Vanilla Skyy and that’s all the record
book needs to show.
The Bitch
from Barrow did not stand a chance against The Queen of Extreme.
That has a
nice ring to it, doesn’t it? Queen of
Extreme. Get used to hearing it because
that’s who Marie Annabelle Jones is. She
is still The Phoenix but she is now also The Queen of Extreme. She is the woman who defeated Vanilla
Skyy. She is the woman who challenged
Brittany Lohan to seven stages of hell and won via forfeit due to Lohan’s fear,
fear of knowing what Jones would do to her.
Be afraid,
ladies and gentlemen. Be afraid of your
Queen of Extreme. Be afraid of The
Phoenix.
Fear Marie
Annabelle Jones.
Amanda Blayze…poor,
little Amanda Blayze. You give Orlando
Cruze under the desk pleasuring and the best you can get out of the deal is a
shot at a pathetic little trinket of a championship and you couldn’t even win
that, by the way. Bad luck, right?
Your bad
luck is about to get even worse.
No
Disqualification is my client’s specialty.
Anything she wants to do, it doesn’t matter what sadistic thoughts might
cross her beautiful mind, it is all legal at New Age. Are you prepared to deal with that,
Amanda? Are you really prepared to face
off against The Queen of Extreme?
I hope to
God you’re ready, because if not this will not be a pretty sight. My client is looking to make an example out
of you. My client has stars in her eyes
and big fish to fry and you are just a little guppy swimming in her path.
You’re going
to get squashed.
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The Hot Spot
On Camera
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The setting
is a live studio audience (Michael Bauer holding a stereo) in front of a
stage. On the stage is a comfortable
plush red sofa and a plush black leather chair next to it. Ethan Von Aaron, manager of Marie Annabelle
Jones, steps out onto the stage and takes a bow. But then he looks up, looking rather
confused.
“…where are the cheers?” He frowns. “I’m supposed to be cheered.”
“Sorry…” comes the voice of Michael
Bauer from the ‘audience’.
“Let’s try this again…”
Ethan steps
off stage. A few seconds later he
emerges back on stage and this time Michael remembers to press the button on
the stereo that plays the recording of loud cheers. Suddenly the cheers on the tape break into
chants of ‘Am-an-da Blayze!’ Ethan now
looks more furious than ever.
“What the hell was that?!”
“Wrong tape!”
Michael
quickly halts the tape. Samantha Hodgson
rushes in and hands him a new tape which he quickly changes out.
“Want to try again?”
“YES!”
Ethan storms
off stage again. A few moments later he
emerges and again to the cheering of the stereo. This time the cheering does eventually
breaking into chants of ‘Ethan’. He
takes a few bows for his imaginary audience.
“Thank you!
Thank you! You are too kind!” He takes a few more bows. “Now please, let’s calm down…”
As if on cue
the volume is turned down. “…excellent! Tonight isn’t about me…well, it’s partially
about me, but it’s mostly about my client, a woman with a great rack and who is
truly the greatest ginger to ever walk this earth. This woman has touched my heart in so many
ways…”
Ethan
touches his crotch.
“Ahem, Ethan…that’s not where your heart is…”
comes Samantha’s voice from the ‘audience’.
“Sure it is.
Now where was I? Oh right…now it
is my honor to present to you my client, The Queen of Extreme, The Phoenix
Marie Annabelle Jones!”
Boos erupt
in the audience…wait, boos? Ethan is
flabbergasted.
“Bauer!
Tape!”
“Sorry!” There is a pause followed by
yet another tape change. “Ok, try again!”
“As I was TRYING to say… it is my honor to
present to you my client, The Queen of Extreme, The Phoenix Marie Annabelle
Jones!”
Cheers erupt
in the audience as Marie Annabelle Jones enters from stage right. The beautiful ginger saunters ever so
confidently across the stage, waving at the invisible fans in response to their
invisible cheering.
“The stage is yours, my gregarious ginger!” Ethan steps off stage.
“Thank you, Ethan!” The gorgeous
red-head is beaming from ear to ear. “I
am sure you all are so very happy to see me, just as I am happy to be here on
my show…The Hot Spot!”
The ‘crowd’
cheers and Marie nods her head. “I know,
it was originally my mother’s show, but seeing as I have eclipsed my mother in
greatness and legendary status, and seeing as I already am in possession of her
former moniker of Queen of Extreme, I figured I’d just take this show as well! Isn’t that right, Mikey?”
“THAT’S RIGHT!” Comes the voice of
Michael Bauer from off stage in the audience.
“My guest tonight is a member of a famous
wrestling family and at Reawakening Day she fought for the honor of her family
against a dirty, deceitful whore by the name of Amanda Blayze whom I will
destroy at New Age! Ladies and gentlemen…ASHLEY
CHASE!”
Ashley, the
lovely sister of former IWC World Champion Taylor Chase, steps out onto the
stage to chants of ‘ASHLEY OLSON’ erupting from the audience which draws
confusion from Ashley CHASE and angst from Marie Jones.
“MIKEY!” She exclaims loudly. “That’s CHASE not OLSON!”
“Damn it!” Suddenly the loud of crashing
signifies that Michael Bauer just threw the stereo against a wall. “Better?”
Marie nods
her head. “Much!”
Marie turns
and embraces Ashley. “Welcome to the
show!”
“Great to be here!”
Ashley finds
a seat on the sofa. Ethan returns and
sits next to her. Marie sits in the
leather chair.
“Before I begin, I want to say that you did
a terrific job refereeing that match at Reawakening Day.”
Ashley
smiles, proud of herself and of the job she did. “Thanks!”
“You really were a stunning referee.”
“Yeah, you were much better than those other
idiots they had refereeing matches.” Ethan responds, staring at her chest
area. “I mean, of all IWC referees, you
have the best boobs of them all.”
“Um….” Ashley isn’t quite sure how to
respond to that. Luckily, Marie is there
for the save.
“And you did such a good job especially
considering the working conditions you had to endure. I mean, let’s face it, one problem that
permeates our industry is the fact that too many of my fellow wrestlers feel
the need to put their hands on referees.”
Marie points
a long slender finger at Ashley. “You
went out there to do a job and that sore loser, that diabolical slut Amanda
Blayze, decided to put her hands on you!”
“I can’t blame her, honestly. I wouldn’t mind putting my hands on your…”
suddenly Michael Bauer appears on stage and begins to gently drag Ethan off
stage “…what? What’d I say?”
“Amanda Blayze thinks she is special. She thinks she can do anything she
wants. But no one, especially not a
dirty whore like her, should put their hands on a referee like you.”
Ashley nods
her head. “That’s right! I was just doing my job and she assaulted me!
She should be fined!”
“GOOD idea!” Marie places her hand over
her heart. “In the name of our
illustrious leader, Alana Starr, we here at The Good Movement DEMAND that the
Independent Wrestling Cartel, whether its Desmond Drake, Karen McBride, Oscar The
Grouch, or whoever the hell is in charge, issue a steep FINE against Amanda
Blayze for putting her hands on a referee at Reawakening Day!”
“Amen!” Ashley exclaims.
“Unfortunately, assaulting referees and
other IWC officials isn’t the only crime Blayze is guilty of is she?”
Ashley
shakes her head. “No, unfortunately she
is also guilty of screwing my sister’s husband!”
“Indeed, and that’s worse of all because she
disobeyed the Bible!” Marie pounds her fist against the armrest of the chair.
“It’s in the ten commandments! THOU SHALT NOT SCREW WITH ANOTHER WOMAN’S
HUSBAND!”
“Especially not a member of the Chase
family!” Ashley chimes in.
“Now then, Ashley, at New Age this vile
woman is supposed to face me in a no disqualification match. So yours truly…The Queen of Extreme, The
Phoenix…gets to play judge, jury, and executioner for this home wrecking
harlot! We’ve already decided that she
is guilty.”
“Right…”
“So my question to you is, what punishment
do you think should fit the crime?”
Ashley
grins. “Off with her head!”
Marie looks
at the camera sadistically. “You heard
the woman!”
Marie stands
up. The camera focuses solely on her.
“You’re just a fuck-up, Blayze. Whether you’re fucking up your professional
career with a string of pathetic losses or you’re fucking up someone else’s
life by fucking up their husband, you are nothing more than just a great big
fuck up and your fuck-ups have gotten you into a situation that, despite your
tough talk and grandstanding, you cannot fight your way out of.”
The Phoenix
smirks. “My name Marie Annabelle Jones
and I am The Queen of Extreme. No
disqualification was meant for people like me.
I use these types of matches to execute people like you, people who are a
worthless waste of time and energy. I’m
the person who takes out the garbage.”
She points a
finger directly into the camera as if pointing directly at Amanda. “And you, my dear, are a big pile of rotting
garbage that needs to be taken out.”
“I won’t take away from your abilities. You are good.” She nods her head. “You have to possess some talent in order to
make enemies out of the Chase family or Desmond Drake, both of whom wanted your
head on a platter. But honey, I am in a
completely different class from anyone you have ever faced. In other words…”
“…you are not in my league.”
Marie
shrugs. “Sorry to break it to you,
Blayze, but that’s just how the chips are going to fall. You will give me a fight, there’s no doubt
about that. In fact, I want you to give
me the fight of my life. I want nothing
more than to cement myself as the Queen of Extreme in IWC at your expense.”
She
snickers. “There’s nothing more boring
for me than when my victims don’t put up a good fight.”
“So yes, no disqualifications,” she nods
her head “you bet I love this. I am going to love every minute of this. I am going to break you down piece by piece
and then when the time is right, you will get firsthand experience with my new
weapon, a weapon that will bring down all of my future opponents, beginning
with you.”
Marie bows
her head. “Ave Maria…”
