The Reign of Terror

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Closing The Book

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I could start by thanking the fans, my loved ones, and those who have supported me along the way…

…I could but I won’t.  It’s too damned cheesy and overdone.  After what I went through at Darkness Within, having competed twice in one night and winning both times, I think I’m entitled to gloat for just a little bit.  After all, I went through a tag team match against the Lone Star Outlaws but that was after enduring hell, a hell on earth called Dakota’s Ball, a hell on earth with Brandy Daniele, Dakota Smith, and Laurel Anne Hardy.

And I came out on top with the FWA Xtreme Championship strapped to my waist.  I am the undisputed FWA Xtreme Champion.

Damn it feels good to finally be able to say that.

Blood was shed that night, my blood and the blood of my opponents stained the canvas and the cage.  We left it all in the ring, just as warriors should.

I closed the book on the controversy surrounding the FWA Xtreme Title.  I settled it, once and for all, by showing the world that I was the rightful champion all along, that I am exactly what I said was all along…the new face of FWA’s hardcore division, the new face of the FWA Xtreme Championship.

Ah but with the closing of one book means that we have to start an entirely new story and this story will be about my reign atop the division, a reign that will be talked about for ages to come.  Unlike the previous holder of this title I will not run.  Unlike the previous holder of this title I will not hide in fear when presented with a challenge.

Unlike my predecessor, I will not leave this division high and dry.  I will represent it with honor and dignity.  That is what the reign of Jessica Lasiewicz will be about and it all starts on Mayhem with Scott Wilson.

You are a self-styled Last King but the problem with your claim to kingship is that your reign has yet to begin.  Every single time you tried to gain a notable win the opportunity blew up in your face, leaving you humiliated, reduced to making excuses for your failures.

This is yet another chance to gain a notable win, Scotty.  And it may be your very last opportunity.  More and more people are seeing you for what you truly are.  Not a king but a lowly jester in Dante’s court, for you are a joke.  The laughing stock of FWA.

But the violence I will unleash upon you on Mayhem will be anything but funny.  It will not be a joke.  It will be deadly serious.  Or maybe it will just be plain deadly.

Come and place ya bets…

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Reign of Terror

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“Welcome to Paris…”

The beautiful American of Polish descent, the young lady some call Lady Gambit, others call Morning Star, but who was born Jessica Corey Lasiewicz, is walking down what appears to be a dirty, rocky road; a snapshot back in time to the 18^th century.  This is clearly not modern day Paris that Jessica is referring to.  Her attire matches her surroundings.  The young lady is wearing 18^th century style long flowing dress that French royalty might wear.  Her naturally black hair is dyed red and she has the FWA Xtreme Championship draped over her right shoulder.  The steps she takes speaks of elegance, the gait makes a statement of royalty.  She is no longer channeling her famous father, known for his dark side tendencies as The Morning Star.  On this day at least she is channeling her aunt, Lady Magdalena Évelyne Lasiewicz.

“Ok, so this may not be modern day Paris, France, but it looks quite similar don’t you think?” She stops walking momentarily, turns and points a finger directly at the camera. “And I do hope you are paying close attention, Scott Wilson, because this will apply to you.”

Jessica begins walking again. “The people of France were dissatisfied with the way the aristocratic ruling royals in the palace were treating them.  Instead of helping the people, King Louis XVI just fed them excuse after excuse after excuse.”

“That kind of reminds me of you, Scotty.  You came into FWA declaring yourself to be a king, the last king…whatever the fuck that means…and every time you succeeded in winning a match you pointed to it as evidence that your claim was truth.  And yet every single time you lost you came up with a convenient excuse as to why that shouldn’t evidence that you were full of shit.”

“I didn’t get pinned, the other guy did.”

“I didn’t lose, my partner lost.”

“I lost by disqualification, so that really doesn’t count.”

“I could go on and on but I only have so much time and I have a point to make.  Now where was I?” She stops walking and thinks for a moment.  Finally she snaps her fingers as a look of realization comes across her face. “Oh yes, that’s right!  French Revolution…”

Jessica continues walking. “The civil unrest in France grew stronger and stronger.  Louis and Marie tried to flee France, fearing for their safety and well being, but it didn’t work out too well for them.  They were recognized, arrested, and sent back to France.”

Lady Gambit comes to a series of steps that leads up to a wooden platform.  The beautiful woman ascends the steps, taking great cares not to step on the hem of her skirt as she does so.  Jessica steps up onto the platform and then sits down on the wood bench that attaches to a large guillotine.

“Simply having them arrested wasn’t enough for some of the hardliners.  They wanted to see the king dead.  They wanted him out of the picture, permanently.” She pats the deadly execution device. “And they wanted to see it done via this device, a guillotine.”

“There was a period of great upheaval when the monarchy had been overthrown in France and that period was known as The Reign of Terror.  Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette were executed and many more would follow under the terror.  Nobility and commoners, intellectuals, politicians and prostitutes, all were liable to be executed on little or no grounds.”

The FWA Xtreme Champion looks up at the blade and laughs. “They called her Madame Guillotine or The National Razor.”

“If you really want to be a king, Scotty, then you need to know what you are asking for.  Being king isn’t all fun and games.  A lot of duties and responsibilities come with it and quite honestly you have yet to prove that you are up to the task.  You are proving to be yet another Louis XVI.  You are proving to be a smug, arrogant, condescending little bitch who does nothing but make excuses when he fails.  And if you continue down that road then you will suffer the same fate as Louis.”

She grins nastily. “It’s already beginning.  You can see the writing on the walls, can’t you?  People are growing weary of your excuses, tiring of your games.  People are bored with you in general.  A wrestling ring is supposed to be a place of honor.  It is supposed to be where two warriors clash, leaving it all out there, leaving their blood and their sweat and their tears, with the best coming out on top.  And you are disgracing it by claiming to be a king out of the ring and in the ring acting like a spoiled little bitch.  Those were the crimes of Louis XVI.  His kingdom, and his head, was taken from him because of his actions, his acting like a spoiled little bitch.”

The young Lasiewicz nods her head. “I love history, I love it because a meticulous study of history will show that history does indeed repeat itself, on large scales and on smaller scales.  In this sense, Scotty, you are repeating the mistakes of Louis XVI your career is destined to meet his fate…”

“…decapitation.”

“But what about me?  How do I fit into all of this?” There is a pause as a sinister grin forms upon her face. “Haven’t you guessed yet, Scotty?  I am who I always have been; The Morning Star.”

She shrugs her shoulders. “Did you pay attention to what I did to Brandy Daniele, Dakota Dark, and Laurel Anne Hardy at Darkness Within?  They met The Morning Star and they were left lying broken and bloody heaps.  They stared into the red eyes of the devil herself and they were incinerated.  That cage, that Dakota’s Ball, became Hell and The Morning Star tortured them like they’ve never been tortured before.”

“As a result, I have this,” she taps her FWA Xtreme Championship belt “the FWA Xtreme Championship.  And now you, Scotty, are my first challenger since winning the gold.”

She laughs quietly. “You should really count your blessings, Scotty.  Your own hero whose dick you suck nightly, Dante, said it best himself; some people don’t get any of the title shots they deserve and yet you got two back to back title shots.  You fucked up your shot at the Intercontinental title and now you think you can make a go at the Xtreme title?”

Jessica shakes her head. “You’re wrong.  Do not delude yourself into thinking you can win because you cannot win.  Winning should not even be a goal here for you.  Your goal should be survival.  If you survive against me then you can count your blessings.”

“But you’re not going to survive against me.  By winning the FWA Xtreme Championship I unleashed a brand new Reign of Terror upon FWA, a reign that will be guided by the red eyed monster.”

“I fought in Dakota’s Ball and then went on to win a second straight time that night against The Lone Star Outlaws and you think I’m going to sweat a whiny little bastard like you who does nothing but make excuses for his own pathetic little failure of a professional career?”

“And if you don’t believe me, ask my mother.” She nods her head. “Yeah, you know, your new partner and friend?  Angelica Jones knows the truth, though she may not tell it to your face.  She knows that inside that wrestling ring I am an executioner.”

She points a long slender finger at the camera. “I am your executioner.”

“If you want to be a king you have to deal with the good and the bad.  The good, apparently, is that idiots like you get back to back title shots.  Even though you lost already many times and  have done nothing to prove you’ve earned it.  The bad is that now you have to go face to face with the living embodiment of The Reign of Terror.  The bad is that you now have to deal with the fact that you are staring in the eye the fate, the destiny, that befalls every failed king.

“Death.”

“You can’t change fate.  You cannot rewrite your destiny, Scotty.  I won’t stand here like Leviticus did and try to prove that you are not a king.  Even though that nickname IS truly the most ridiculous nickname I have ever heard in all of professional wrestling…except maybe for Kickass Smurf, that one MIGHT be more ridiculous than The Last King…in any event, I’ll let you have that claim if you want it.  Because the fact is, either way, the same four words will be uttered at the end of the day…”

She holds up four fingers. “…off with his head.”

“…Dobranoc.”

The Williams Journals: Act 6

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The Williams Journals

Act 6 ; Scene 1

Off Camera

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In the Catholic Church, holy days of obligation are the days on which attendance and participation in the mass are required; hence the word ‘obligation.’  Sundays are always holy days of obligation and that is why every Sunday it is understood that you are required to attend church.  As a practicing Catholic, the former two time world champion Kayla Jones always makes a point to adhere to the holy days of obligation, especially the Sunday masses.  You do not need to give her any special encouragement to attend mass.

But this Sunday was different.  It isn’t every day that she gets a frantic phone call from her niece Jessica Lasiewicz.  The Pole would not give much details as to what she found out, all she said was that her other aunt, Lady Magdalena Lasiewicz, had discovered something rather interesting about Kayla’s home church.  Jessica passed this information onto Kayla and that is what brings the Boston native here on this Sunday morning.

The scene is a familiar one to Kayla and yet at the same time it feels all too strange to her.  This is her home church, the church she grew up in.  But she hadn’t been here since her mother died.  After her mother died she was sent to foster care and to live with an abusive drunk named Oliver Hardy.  Church attendance was rare at that point if ever and when she was old enough to move away from Oliver she did start attending mass again but she attended a different church.

Little has changed about this impressive structure.  It is still just as massive as she remembers.  Even the crowds of people coming into the building, all entering in through one of the three sets of double doors that lead into the church, is easily remembered by the red head.

The first thing Kayla sees when she steps in is a massive room with white marble flooring and white brick walls.  In the center of this massive room is a baptismal font.  Kayla steps up to the font and dips her hand in the water, makes the sign of the cross and renews the promises of Baptism.  Standing by the baptismal pool is a large candle called the paschal candle.  It is yet another impressive structure that catches Kayla’s eye, one that has not changed since she last attended.  Also in this baptismal area there is a door leading to a small room designed for the individual celebration of the sacrament of Reconciliation.  Perhaps she will stop by for one of those later…

“May I help you?”

“Huh?”

The voice startles Kayla as she turns around to find a black haired woman, smiling politely.  Her black robe and white headpiece signifies that she is a nun, one of the Sisters here at this church.  Kayla quickly composes herself.

“Oh, sorry, it’s just that,” she chuckles slightly “it’s amazing, I grew up here and not much has changed.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Good.” Kayla says with a friendly smile. “This has always been a beautiful place and I wouldn’t want it to change.”

“We do have a lovely place here for worship.” The nun extends a hand. “My name is Sister Katherine.”

Jones accepts the handshake. “Kayla, Kayla Jones.”

“Jones?  I knew a Jones once who attended this church.”

“Really?  Who?”

“Angelica Jones.  She was a nun for a while.  A relative perhaps?”

Kayla is about to acknowledge the relationship between her and Angelica but then she remembers the strange instructions given to her by her niece Jessica, purportedly from Magdalena herself, instructions not to acknowledge any relationship to the famous Jones family.  She wasn’t sure why, it didn’t make sense.  Had it come only from Magdalena she may have ignored it.  Kayla and the Lasiewicz family haven’t exactly been on the best of terms lately.  But since her own niece Jessica also insisted upon this, Kayla decides to play along.

“Oh no, not at all.  Most of my family is dead and there was never anyone named Angelica in my family.  I’m actually an only child.”

“Oh ok,” Sister Katherine shrugs “you do look familiar though.  Maybe it’s just me.”

At that time the conversation is interrupted by the arrival of a second nun.  Her face is concealed by her habit, the fact that her back is currently turned to Kayla doesn’t help matters.

“Sister Katherine, mass is about to begin.”

“Oh yes, I lost track of time.” She motions to Kayla. “Sister Kimberly, meet Kayla.  Kayla Jones.  She used to attend this church.”

The nun turns around and extends a hand. “It’s a pleasure, Ms. Jones…”

Kayla accepts the handshake but then she quickly jerks her hand back as she stares into very familiar eyes, a very familiar face.  “I’m sorry Miss…”

“Williams.  Kimberly Williams…”

“Oh yes, um…” she thinks quick on her feet for an excuse “…I forgot something in my car.  It’s quite heavy and I need to go get it.”

Kayla could smack herself.  That was the best she could do?  That was a very lame excuse and doubted either nun would fall for it.  Surprisingly Sister Katherine falls for it hook, line and sinker…

“That’s quite alright.  Sister Kimberly would be glad to help.”

“Of course.” She nods her head.

Great, Kayla thinks to herself as she turns and walks back out the doors with Sister ‘Kimberly’ in tow.  Knowing what Jessica already told her about how the real Kimberly Williams had faked her own death and kidnapped Marie, and seeing that face, a face that is undeniably familiar, she is convinced that this is not ‘Sister Kimberly Williams’ but is in fact her niece Marie Annabelle Jones.  But she has to know for sure.  There can be no mistakes at this juncture.  As soon as they are both outside Kayla takes a look around.  With mass about to begin everyone else is already inside and this outside area is completely empty from any onlookers.

“Would you take your headpiece off for a moment?”

“…why?” She asks curiously.

“Just do it, please.”

The woman shrugs and removes her headpiece, letting her hair fall down to shoulder length.  It is black hair but Kayla can tell that the black is only due to hair dye.  She can see that natural red roots underneath.

“Jones red.” Kayla mutters quietly.

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry, Marie.”

Before anything else can be said Kayla snaps off a vicious kick to the chin and the woman falls over unconscious like a ton of bricks.  She then bends over and helps the woman up to her feet, placing her arm over her shoulder.  She makes a beeline to her car…

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The Williams Journals

Act 6 ; Scene 2

Off Camera

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Christian evangelicals love to claim that God doesn’t make mistakes.  I tend to disagree.  God makes mistakes, lots of them, and his biggest mistake was creating me.  I mean, seriously, I must have been the most wretched, pathetic creature on the planet.  No one loved or cared about me.  My own parents never even gave a shit about me.

My name is Kimberly Williams.  Or rather, to be more accurate, my name was Kimberly Williams.  I have recently corrected one of God’s biggest blunders by eliminating my old life, a life that was completely unnecessary and irrelevant, and I took over someone elses life and, in the process, I made that person’s life a hell of a lot more interesting.  The person whose life I took over is my half-sister Marie Annabelle Jones.  That is the name I go by now.  And taking over her life was quite easy since we are twins.

Jones always had been quite the bore.  She dressed modestly, had no interest in partying or having fun; no wonder she never had any luck getting a man to want to date her.  Who would want to date someone who had no concept of what it meant to have fun?

Since then I have given the people what they want; a good look at this gorgeous, sexy body that Marie had denied them for so long.  I have partied like there is no tomorrow, hosting post-Invictus parties and post-Riot parties!  Men love me and can’t get enough of me, unlike little Marie.

Marie had wasted her life.  I am giving it a rejuvenated new lease that it desperately needed.  She should thank me.  But then again, I doubt she’ll get the chance to do that.  She’ll die before she ever figures anything out.

My stupid mother decided to let her go.  She decided to release her from the basement.  I have no clue where she dropped her off but thankfully she has amnesia and has no idea who she really is.  If I’m lucky she will never find out.

Fixing Marie’s mistakes has been my primary job since taking over her life.  Marie was stupid for making an enemy of Lucas Knight.  Hopefully I can fix that eventually.  She was equally stupid for relying on such assistance as that grandfather moses idiot by the name of Aerik Walker.

I do not need Walker or anyone else for that matter.  I really don’t need Jackson Adams either, who happens to be my tag team partner for the next Riot against Abigail Lindsey and Mya Denton.

Oh dear, why didn’t I get Abi as my partner?  Her and I against Jackson and Mya would have been so much sweeter.  A reunion of our team from GDW, Armageddon!  But oh well, it isn’t my call.  Abi knows I cannot afford to be found out, so she’ll wrestle this match, she’ll uphold her end of the bargain for that bargain basement bitch who gets raped about every other weekend; just as I’ll uphold my end of the bargain on behalf of Jackson Adams.

Another of my parties has just concluded.  The post-Riot party held in this very nice, very exquisite suite (on my half-sister’s tab obviously) was rocking in every sense of the word!  I think police only had to be called over once!  We’re getting better!  And by now most of the crowd has cleared out.  The place is empty except for me and one other of the guests…

…Leviticus.

The bald headed man is dancing the Macarena in the living room.  He is wearing a black “Gavin Taylor” t-shirt, a “Lucas Knight” beanie is atop his head, he is wearing boxer shorts that have Alana Starr’s face on each of his butt cheeks.  He is wearing the new Kyle Black brand tennis shoes.  If nothing else this man is truly dedicated to his craft.

Watching him brings a smile to my face.  People think I’m nuts?  They should spend a few moments alone with Leviticus.  I reach over and turn off the music.  Leviticus stops dancing and turns to face me, looking a little disappointed.

“Hey!  What gives?”

“I do love the company, but shouldn’t you be leaving?”

“Um,” he scratches his chin, as if deep in thought, then he suddenly shakes his head “nope! Don’t think so!”

“Oh really?” I grin knowingly. “Is that what your wife says?”

“Oh Caitlyn?  We have an understanding.”

“So you not bringing her to these parties is part of that understanding?”

“I did invite her to come but she wasn’t all that interested.  But she gave me permission to come.”

“Oh such a wonderful wife you have, Leviticus.” I get up and saunter ever so sexily towards The Most Loved Man on the Planet. “So understanding, so…naïve…”

“Her?  Naïve?” He jumps away as I get within arms reach of him.  He then points down at his ankle.

“Is that an ankle bracelet you’re wearing?”

“Yup!  The same kind convicted felons wear when they’re on probation.  Do not ask how Caitlyn got a hold of one.”

I grin mischievously. “I also won’t ask how she convinced you to wear it.”

“We have a unique relationship, she and I!” He says, watching me warily as I again make my way over towards him.  Again he jumps out of the way. “But I am always faithful.”

“That’s nice, few men are faithful these days.  Most would be easily seduced by someone like me.”

“True, but Caitlyn understands that someone like you wouldn’t dare try to seduce me.”

“Is that so?” I slowly take my shirt off.  Next comes the skirt and it is kicked off as well.  I now stand there before Levi in just my bra and panties. “Is that so?”

“Yup!” He nods his head enthusiastically.

“You really are a nice man, Levi.”

Once more I begin to make my way over towards him.  This time The Titan of Twitter doesn’t move a muscle.  So much for his so-called faithfulness and loyalty.  A little skin, bra and panties, and he’s already within my grasp.  Men are all the same, even this nitwit, and I’ve proven it.

“Misguided, naïve, but you are nice.” I lean up and pucker my lips, fully expecting him to lay one on me…

“Are those black roots?”

“Huh?” I step back and gaze at him curiously. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Your hair.” He points at my hair with a grin on his face. “You have black roots.  I thought you were a red head.”

Fucking hair dye.  “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Levi.”

I grab him by his neck and pull him down and kiss him passionately on the lips. “But I can teach you…”

“I didn’t realize you were such a fast woman, Kimmy…”

“Like I said, there is a lot you don’t know about me, Levi.”

Levi gazes at me with this shit eating grin on his face.  “What?” Then it hits me.  I realize what I just did.  “Oh fuck you…”

“Nope, no can do!  I told you, I’m faithful to Caitlyn…”

I kick him in the crotch, causing him to double over in pain. “You know what I mean, asshole!”

I produce a switchblade and bend over to Levi’s neck, putting it up against his neck. “Who sent you!”

“Someone…”

“Someone who?!”

“Just someone who doesn’t like the way you’ve been acting.  You’re acting very suspiciously, Kimmy!”

It could be anyone.  Jessica suspects, as does Aerik Walker.  Kayla Jones has openly questioned my actions.  Could it by tag team partner for the next Riot, Jackson Adams, who is having me followed by Leviticus?  Maybe he saw what I did to Walker and wants to make sure I won’t do it to him as well against Abigail and Mya?

“Blast!” I toss the switchblade away. “Blast it!”

“Don’t worry, Kimmy!” He hops back up to his feet. “I am a businessman after all…”

I glare at him. “What do you want?”

“Marketing my dear dead girl!  Marketing!  There is no better way to sell merchandise than marketing and you have become a big seller since your arrival.  So tell you what, I’ll keep my lips sealed about your true identity if you wear the brand new Alana Starr: Just Be Good t-shirt to the ring on Riot.”

Abigail won’t be happy.  “Fine.  I’ll do it.”

“Excellent!  Nice doing business with ya!”

Everything is coming apart, my plan is unraveling.  What else can go wrong?

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What We Want

On Camera

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I’m sitting on a red plush leather sofa in a cream colored room.  I am wearing black leather pants, black boots, and a black sleeveless top that shows quite a bit of midriff.  My long red hair hangs down to shoulder length.

“We don’t always get what we want in life, do we?” I shake my head, shut my eyes, and a chuckle escapes my lips. “Yes, if I had got what I wanted in life I would have been number one contender to the world championship instead of having to babysit old senior citizens like Aerik Walker.”

I wave at the camera. “Hiya, Aerik!  It’s nothing personal, really, but you’re cramping my style.  You old school people should be taken out to pasture, or at least put in a nursing home.  This is a new day, a new age for wrestling and you old school geezers need to learn to accept it and move on.  You will never regain your former glory and this wrestling industry will never be what it once was under your rule.”

“Thank God.”

“If Aerik Walker got what he wanted this industry would be dull and boring” I pat myself on the chest “but thankfully there are people like me to make sure that doesn’t happen!”

“I can guess if Abigail Lindsey got what she wanted then Alana Starr wouldn’t be trying to end people’s career.  Abi, I love you girl, but Alana has every right to snap Brittany’s neck.  Eye for an eye, sweetie!  Brittany Lohan snapped Alana’s neck, so it is Alana’s duty to snap her neck as revenge.”

“And I can also guess that if Abigail really got what she wanted, then she wouldn’t be teaming with Mya Denton on Riot.” I shake my head. “No, that wouldn’t be happening if my friend Abi got what she really wanted.”

I laugh out loud.  “You see, Mya, no one in this tag team match on Riot actually likes you.  Your tag team partner doesn’t like you.  I sure as hell don’t like you.  Jackson Adams doesn’t like you.  I bet it wouldn’t take much sweet talking of my good friend Abi to convince her to just switch sides and we can make this what amounts to a three on one handicap match.  How’s that sound, darling?”

“As for Jax, well, I’m not sure what he really wants because he tends to change his mind every so often.  But I do know he enjoys winning.  I know he would love to watch Mya Denton get her ass kicked all over that arena.”

“And while we cannot get what we want when it comes to tag team partners, we can get what we want in terms of an outcome.”

A devilish grin forms across my face. “Now Abi does what Abi wants to do, I can’t make her turn on you, Mya, but what I can promise you is this, with or without Abi’s help, you will get your ass handed to you.  You will get a beating like you have never received before.”

“Abi, if you do decide to be a team player, no offense…it’s just business.  I gotta do what I gotta do, and you know I do it quite well.  And just remember, we don’t always get what we want, but I always get what I want.”

vs. Lone Star Outlaws

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Off Camera

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“God, Jess, you wouldn’t imagine how freaking hot this guy was!”

Actually, the young Pole could imagine quite well about the particular individual whom her older sister, Marie Annabelle Jones, is talking.  Jessica, after all, was the one who arranged for the slightly erratic and definitely deranged Prince Kamijo to follow Marie, seeking out answers as to what is going on with her.  She just didn’t imagine that her normally modest sister and the outlandish Kamijo would fuck like wild beasts in an animalistic, sexual rage.  That fact in and of itself did not make much sense for Jessica Lasiewicz and caused her to have her own doubts.  Viewing the contents on the DVD and other evidence Kamijo provided only cemented in Jessica’s mind her own worst fears.

This individual was not her sister.  It was a fraud.  It was a fake.  This was Marie’s own half-sister, a twin named Kimberly Williams.

Kimberly Williams came onto the scene targeting Marie for no apparent reason.  Later it became clear that Kimberly was, in fact, Marie’s paternal half-sister, who returned to avenge their father Sean Williams.  Other than that simple fact, no one really knew what her end game was.  No one knew what she was ultimately after.  What the Jones family did know was that Kimberly was very manipulative, very cunning, and very dangerous.

Kimberly was presumed dead after suffering a fall from the top of a triple tiered cage during a wrestling event.  As hard as it was for Marie to deal with, Jessica knew in her heart and soul that Kimberly being gone from this earth was the best thing for the family.

The nightmare was over.  Or so she thought…

“Yeah, I’m sure…”

Jessica’s voice trails off as she tries to ignore this woman whom she is sure now is not her sister Marie but is the imposter known as Kimberly Williams.  Her chosen attire, which is a very tight, short miniskirt and a tight top that shows a lot of midriff.  Marie has always chosen to dress modestly.  It’s just her style.  There were other clues. The damn near soft-core porn pictures of herself that she was posting on twitter.  The fights she was picking with people she would normally be respectful towards.  Her more aggressive, sadistic nature she had taken on beginning at IWC Invictus.

Now FWA Darkness Within is coming up and Jessica could not have asked for this to come at a worse time.  Jessica is having to compete twice at this event, once in the Dakota’s Ball for the FWA Xtreme Championship and then a second time with Marie (or Kimberly as it were) as Redemption against The Lone Star Outlaws.

It has already been made official that Jay and Lance Williams will no longer be a part of FWA after this event.  No doubt they will want to go out on top and they will try their best to pull out a win against Redemption.  That fact and the fact that she isn’t sure she can fully trust Marie makes things all that much more dangerous for Jessica.

This woman pretending to be Marie is much more psychotic than anyone Jessica has had to deal with.  Which, in a way, could actually be bad news for Jay and Lance Williams.  If Jessica just steps back and lets things take their natural course, her tag team partner very well take care of The Lone Star Outlaws for her all by herself.

“You have no idea!”

The pair are in a mall.  “Marie” insisted that they visit a mall.  Further evidence, in Jessica’s mind, that this isn’t Marie.  Marie would want to be training her ass off all day and night for her Darkness Within pay per view match, not shopping like some ditzy girl.

Ok, so they are girls, but they are far from ditzy!

“Admit it, Jessie, you’re a virgin!”

Jessica narrows her gaze in an angry glare. “Marie, are you fucking nuts?”

“I like that spark!” She winks at her. “Does that mean Steven stole your innocence?”

“What Steven and I do is none of your damn business.”

“Not a denial!” She twirls around with glee. “Oh I love spending time with you, sister of mine!”

Hearing this person, this person claiming to be Marie, call herself her sister makes Jessica want to vomit.  She knows her real sister is out there somewhere in trouble and in need of help.  She knows this fake has hurt Marie.  Jessica wants to make her pay for it but she cannot physically hurt her, at least not yet.  Not until she knows Marie is safe.  She may need Kimberly alive to force her to tell her where Marie is.

“Right, well, don’t we need to focus our time on something a bit more constructive?”

“Like what?”

“Oh I dunno, like our match at Darkness Within?”

The red head rolls her eyes. “Oh come on, Jessie!  Don’t be a hard ass like your dad!”

“Being a hard ass helped my dad win twelve world titles.”

“Yes and all those nifty trinkets are nice…”

“Those nifty trinkets got him inducted into the GDW Hall of Fame.”

“Right, right, but all work and no play makes us dull boys and girls!” She wraps an arm around Jessica and pulls her in tight. “And we are not dull, are we?”

“Marie, please stop…”

“NOPE!” She exclaims, releasing her grip on Jessica and skipping off. “Not until I have been fed!”

Jessica sighs, rolling her eyes and rushing to catch up to this woman.  She finds the fraud getting in line to get a hot dog.  Young Lassie gets behind her and tugs on her shoulder.  The red head turns to face her tag team partner.

“Decided to join me, sis?”

“No, I decided to talk some sense into you.”

“Quit being a spoil sport!”

“Quit wasting our time!” Jessica snaps back at her. “We have a match we need to prepare for.  Does that not echo in that head of yours?”

“It certainly does!” She says cheerfully. “But it’s totally obvious we’re gonna win because we’re Jones sisters and the Jones sisters always win, right?

“…right…”

“Cool!  So do you want a hot dog or not?  My treat…”

Jessica sighs, nodding her head. “Fine.  One hot dog. Just ketchup and mustard.”

“Goodie!” She shoves Jessica away. “You go find us a seat out there!  I’ll be right back, babe!”

Jessica turns around and walks over to an empty table.  As she gets there her cell phone rings.  She looks down at the caller id which reads ‘Aunt Magdalena’.  She flips the phone open and answers it.

“Hey, Aunt Mags…what information do you have for me about my sister?”

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Jessica

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Jay and Lance have been starting shit with Apocalypse ever since they arrived on the scene in FWA.  What they don’t realize is they are starting shit with the wrong two Apocalypse members.

You two picked the wrong damn side, you know that?  Isis Derrida is going down at Darkness Within and you’re not even going to have a job with this company any longer after all is said and done.  It all ends for you.   It will all be over.

What are you fighting for anymore?  Huh?  If you’re fighting for pride then you have none to fight for.  You lost all of it when you sold your soul to Derrida.

All you have left is this one match, one last chance at…pardon the pun…redemption.

Despite our differences, Apocalypse does respect what you have accomplished as Southern Blood.  Multiple time tag champions and world champions.  Marie and I have individually held our own fair share of world titles as well.  We, too, come from famous wrestling families.  We respect what you have done.  What we do not respect is what you did for Derrida.  That does not accurately represent, in my opinion, what Southern Blood is all about.

But then again, you’re not Southern Blood anymore, are you?   You’re the Lone Star Outlaws.

This is your chance at Redemption.  This is your chance to battle us and the two of us can tear the house down, showing the world what tag team wrestling is all about.  Or you can be the goons Isis hired you to be, in which case Marie and I will have to take you out back and put you down.

See you in London.  Dobranoc…

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Marie

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Jessie said all that needs to be said but I guess I could put in my two cents…

This little feud between Lone Star Outlaws and Redemption has been, well…

…it’s been pathetically one sided!  We’ve kicked your ass at every turn in the ring.  You have only gained an edge over us by blindsiding us backstage.  I applaud your attempt.  I applaud your tactics.  I like someone who is bloodthirsty like that.

But you have yet to see bloodthirsty until you have seen me pissed off and after having that bottle smashed over my head at Mayhem, I am beyond pissed off.  I am ready to make your final night in FWA a total and utter living hell.

Jessie will say the mushy stuff about respect.  I’m going to tell the truth and the truth is you’re going to get annihilated.  The truth is you will be humbled and humiliated.  The truth is that there will be no redemption for you at Darkness Within.