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Off Camera
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It’s a dusky
out in the seemingly empty and abandoned streets of Boston, Massachusetts. Actually, scratch that, it isn’t just “seemingly”
empty and abandoned. They ARE empty and
abandoned. It should trouble me that a
city as big and busy as this, a city with such history attached to it would be
abandoned of all humanity. It is strange
and eerie that not a single solitary human soul could be found within eyesight
of this metropolis.
Yet I am not
troubled. I do not even find myself the
least bit nervous as I walk the streets in a straight path towards some unknown
destination. It should also bother me
that I do not know where it is I am going but, again, it does not bother
me. I just keep going.
And I keep
going.
My name is
Jessica Corey Lasiewicz-Jones. My father
is the wrestling legend Andreas Lasiewicz and my mother is the wrestling legend
Angelica Jones. I’ve gone by both last
names at one time or another but most recently I’ve been using my maternal last
name. Despite my Polish heritage that I
inherited from my father, I grew up in Boston.
I grew to have a great appreciation for Boston’s history, for this great
city was the birthplace of freedom in the United States of America.
Freedom. The mere sound of that word seems to jar
something within me, something that seems to speak to me…
“Jessica!”
I stop as a
very familiar voice rings out in my ear.
I turn to spy out of the corner of my eye a tiny bird cage, sitting on
the ground, that comes up to about my knee.
Inside the cage is no bird but a miniature clone of myself.
“What on earth?!”
“Let me out!” The mini-me exclaims. “This isn’t right! None of this is right! Jessica!”
“No!” I shake my head vehemently. “No! Stop!”
“JESSICA!”
Suddenly I
shoot straight up, my eyes opening wide as I look from side to side I realize
that the cityscape and street view of Boston, Massachusetts is long gone. I am in my hotel room in Detroit, Michigan. I must’ve fallen asleep.
“Jessica!”
There’s that
voice again. Though I look over to the direction
of the voice and I find not a miniature clone of myself but instead I find
Summer Newman.
“Oh, Ms.Newman…” my voice trails off “…what are you doing here?”
“Forgetting something, Jessica?” She
taps her wrist watch. Immediately I turn
and look at the clock on my nightstand and I sigh and shake my head.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Newman, I completely forgot
about today…I know that Deliverance is just in a few days and this victory is
very important to you and the purity movement.”
“Don’t worry about it.” She says smiling
as she shakes her head. “It is just one
time you forgot, and besides your opposition isn’t exactly spectacular. Mya Denton…”
I chuckle as
I nod my head. “This is true, but I am
nervous about Dirk Durrgan. He is an
x-factor. There is not much known about
him so he could really impact this match.”
“Don’t worry about Dirk or Mya.” She
responds as she approaches my bedside.
Immediately I get up out of bed and kneel before her. She places a hand
on my shoulder. “You are The Archangel of
Purity, are you not?”
“Yes, Ms. Newman. I am The Archangel of Purity.”
“Then you will do the movement just fine and
you will eradicate Dirk and Mya at Deliverance.”
“Thank you, Ms. Newman.”
“You may stand, Jessica.” I do as I am told. I stand up and face
her. “By the way, were you just up too
late last night? Why did you sleep so
long?”
“My medicine, Ms. Newman.”
“Oh I see…” a strange look of concern
comes across her face “…maybe you should
cut back on that, Jessica?”
“If you say so, Ms. Newman.”
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On Camera
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“Never shall I forget that nocturnal silence
which deprived me, for all eternity, of the desire to live. Never shall I forget those moments which
murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to dust.”
That was a
quote from Elie Wiesel in Night, a book about the Nazi Holocaust against the
Jews, the Polish, and anyone else he deemed unworthy. Many suffered because many others remained
silent.
Silence is
golden, or so they say. In this case,
and still today, many view silence as complicity or consent against the
impurities of this society.
Silence is
an important topic here because, with just days away from Deliverance, Mya
Denton has still yet to utter a word about our match at Deliverance.
What’s
wrong, sweetheart? Cat got your
tongue? Are you afraid to admit the
harsh truths and difficult realities that you know to be true; a reality that
states that you are unworthy to be in the same wrestling ring as The Archangel
of Purity?
I won’t go
that far. Many will say that, many have
that said that. I will not say that,
Mya. I just let my actions speak louder
than my words and believe me, Mya, I will speak VERY loudly when I crush you
under my heel at Deliverance.
Then there
is the wild card, the one called Dirk Durrgan.
I still know very little about him, primarily because he has yet to
respond to my latest volley. Is he being
strategically silent, in fear of giving away his strategy against me, so he just
doesn’t say anything?
No, the way
he seemed to talk, his voice, his mannerisms, he didn’t seem bright enough to
come up with such a brilliant move. So
perhaps it is just merely fear itself? Perhaps
he realizes that what I speak is the gospel truth and that he truly has nothing
to do about it, that he truly cannot combat me at Deliverance? Maybe, just maybe, Durrgan realizes that in
his MCW debut he will fall flat on his face.
I hate wild
cards, I hate failures, and I really hate silence. All of this describes Dirk Durggan and Mya
Denton to a “T”…so allow me to speak to them both in the language of a warrior
people, the language of a people who have survived every bit of hell that this
planet could throw at them. Allow me to
speak to them in Polish…
Twoja
destrukcja będzie moją ekstazą.
Your
destruction will bring me great happiness and great joy, Mya and Dirk, because
your silence, your refusal to step up and acknowledge me, your desire to hide
from me because you are afraid…
…not that I
can blame you for being afraid…
…but your
silence deems you unworthy to be in my presence in my ring. So all I have to say to you, is simply this…
…Dobranoc.
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