No One Can Stop Me

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Monologue
On Camera

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I am more than just a daughter of Angelica Jones.  Hell, I’m more than just a daughter of the great Andreas Lasiewicz.  I am more than just a member of Apocalypse and I am more than just Marie’s tag team partner in Redemption.

I am Jessica Lasiewicz, Lady Gambit and co-holder of the FWA Xtreme Championship, the most violent female on this roster.  I am the woman who will dominate the Xtreme Division from now until I’m good and damn well ready to give up my lofty position.

If you don’t believe me just watch what I do on Darkness Within when I wrestle not just one match but two, two matches in one night, one as Marie’s tag team partner against The Lone Star Outlaws and another as a singles competitor, all by myself, battling to retain MY FWA Xtreme Championship.

That’s right, Laurel.  Mine.  You have half of it for now but at Darkness Within I show the world why it was always destined to become mine.  I have the killer instinct that few have.  I have a darkness deep within me…pun intended…that will allow me to decimate anyone and everyone who gets in my way of championship glory.

This pay per view was meant for me.  Hell, it was named after me.  I am the one who has the Darkness Within and that Darkness will consume all of my opponents…

…those who busted the bottle over my sister’s head

…those who are standing in my way of becoming sole holder of the FWA Xtreme Championship

…everyone is a potential victim at Darkness Within.  Everyone.  Fact is, you are not dealing with Jessica Lasiewicz.  You are dealing with something else entirely.  Laurel has only heard of it but she’s never felt it.  But she will, she will experience it just as Dakota and Brandy will experience it first hand when hell rains down in Dakota’s Ball.

Come and place ya bets…

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No One Can Stop Me

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We open in what appears to be a church.  It is quite an elegant looking church at that.  The marble walls are slick and white with the east and west sides of the church connected by grandiose arches.  The ceiling, ornately painted, depicts the image of the archangel Michael, the warrior angel and head of the heavenly host, locked in a heated battle with the devil himself, who looks equally as ferocious and violent in this otherwise beautiful painting.  Rows upon rows of oak pews lead us up to the altar where three large steps, the word ‘santcus’ engraved upon each marble step, leads to the glistening gold altar.

Eventually the sound of clicking heels are heard.  We pan down to see a figure dressed as a nun ascending a staircase towards the front of the altar.  She gets up top and then makes a left, walking towards the pulpit.  She stops at the pulpit and then turns to face the camera.  She takes off her hood to reveal her identity as that of Jessica Lasiewicz.

“Church mythology speaks of war in heaven and this particular cathedral has a gorgeous painting, one that by now you have seen, of the Archangel Michael fighting against the leader of the rebellious angels and former archangel himself, Satan, or Lucifer, whatever name you prefer to use.”

The raven haired beauty picks up red leather cover Bible and holds it up in her hands. “The King James Bible refers to Satan, or the devil, many times as Lucifer.  Your modern translations, such as the New Revised Standard Version, prefer the term Morning Star.  The term appears in the context of an oracle against a dead king of Babylon, rendered by the King James Version as ‘O Lucifer, son of the morning!’”

She kisses the book and then places the Holy Scripture back down upon the pulpit.  “It is from this Christian tradition that my father coined the term Morning Star to refer to his wild, beastlike state.  Although, to be perfectly frank, beastlike might be too pleasant a description, for in reality when my father becomes Morning Star, he is truly demonic in nature.  When he becomes Morning Star, he truly does channel Lucifer himself.  When my father becomes Morning Star, even I am afraid of him.”

“And by him, I do not mean my father.  I mean The Morning Star.”

The young Polish American woman pats herself on the chest.  “Morning Star also resides within me and, when provoked, comes out in full force.  It is the darkest, most evil part of my personality, a demonic beast that I cannot control.  When it comes out, no one is safe.”

“Darkness Within is on the horizon and I find out that to decide the FWA Xtreme Championship I will have to compete in a Dakota’s Ball Match, with the stipulation that twenty four hours before the match I am supposed to be sealed away with no food, drink, or light and that this is supposed to bring out my animal instincts?”

A few chuckles escape her lips.  “Someone neglected to tell Dakota that you didn’t need to go to those lengths to bring out Morning Star.”

“Dakota Smith, Brandy Danielle, and Laurel Anne Hardy, I want you to understand that when we enter that steel cage at Darkness Within and the doors are locked up, that I am not locked up in there with you.  You are locked up in that cage with me.”

“Allow me to enlighten you fine people some more while I’m at it.  The truth is that this match is a joke and has been a joke from the very beginning.  Anything from the mind of that fucking troll Dakota Smith is nothing but a joke because he himself has become the laughing stock of FWA.”

She holds up one finger. “Hiding in waste disposal units…” she holds up another finger “Hiding in bathrooms…the women’s room, even…”

She puts her fingers down and stares directly into the camera, as if staring down Dakota himself before shaking her head in utter disappointment, disappointment in the former FWA Xtreme Champion.

“..but despite all of your hiding you could not hide from your fate.  Your got your ass kicked by Dante and lost the championship only to have him give it back to you.  He had to give it to you, you didn’t earn it back.  Then as if Dante weren’t enough for you, Laurel and I both came knocking on your door, we whipped your ass and took that title from you.”

She nods her head.  “That’s right, me and Laurel Anne Hardy, co holders of the FWA Xtreme Championship, defending it at Darkness Within, but only one can leave with the gold.”

“And yet despite all of that you still have the gall to claim you are the real face of hardcore wrestling in FWA?  You still claim you are the most violent wrestler in this company?”

“You don’t know violence, dipshit until you have had a full head on meeting with The Morning Star and the last time you met her, Laurel got in the way, allowing you to run away like a chicken shit.  But this time we’re in a cage, all locked up and nowhere for you to run and hide little man.”

“I bet you want to run away from FWA too, don’t you?  I bet you want to run away and hide with your tail tucked between your legs never to come back again, don’t you?  If you had your choice in the matter you’d say to hell with FWA and leave us.  But you don’t have a say, do you?  You have to come back, you have to face the music, you have to step into this cage and face reality.  I am your reality, Dakota.  I am the reality that your face is going to get ripped off.

Oh but don’t think I have forgotten about your little sparring partner Brandy Danielle.  She’s been chasing after you like a little lost puppy for god knows what reason.”

Jessica shrugs her shoulders.  “What is it about, Brandy?  You do realize beating him means nothing now as he is not the champion, or is that concept beyond your reasoning capability you dimwitted fool?  Or are you just chasing him because you want to hurt him?”

Another series of chuckles escape the lips of Lady Gambit. “The notion that you could hurt anyone is laughable, Brandy.  You are just an annoying, loud-mouthed brat.  I would say you’re just a pretty little girl trying to prove she’s tough but you’re not even that.  You’re mediocre in every way, Brandy, and toughness is definitely not your forte.”

“What happens when you get torn to shreds by The Morning Star the same way Dakota gets torn to shreds at Darkness Within?  Dakota will run and hide for some pathetic second rate company and what then?  Will you follow him still and try to face him there?  I’m beginning to get the feeling this is just your pathetic attempt at getting laid by that ugly bastard.”

“Whether you stay here in FWA or leave looking to give Dakota a blowjob, either way I can promise you that you will remain in mid-card mediocrity for all time.  You and Dakota can be mid-card mediocrity wrestling in this joke of a match trying to bang each other week in and week out for all I care, but there are others of us who care about evolving, growing, and working our way up the ladder.”

“People like myself and my co-holder of the championship, Laurel Anne Hardy.”

A knowing grin forms upon her face.  “I bet the wrestling world is getting a kick out of the fact that you are co-holder of a championship with someone named Lasiewicz, considering my father, THE Lasiewicz, hates your guts and would rather see you bleed out through every orifice of your body.”

“You know, we may have to do that to each other at Darkness Within, but we’ll save that talk for later.”

Jessica shakes her head.  “Unlike my father, I don’t hate you.  I respect you for what you’ve done, especially here in FWA.  People like Nick Harris and the Lone Star Outlaws love to suck on Isis Derrida’s ass all day and night but the truth is you are the only double champion in FWA, not him.  Sure, you had Allison there to help you.  You also had me there.  But otherwise, you did it on your own.”

“Congratulations.  Now that ends the mushy, happy-go-lucky portion of this video.”

“At the core of my heart, at the center of my very soul, I am a competitor and as much as I do respect you, I still do not like the fact that I have to share the FWA Xtreme Championship with you.  Sure, I am a recognized champion in FWA, but the mere fact that I have to share it with someone else makes me a failure.”

“I may have failed back at Mayhem when I tried for the title the first time using the 24/7 rule but I will not fail for a second straight time.  The 24/7 rule created nothing but chaos but for this Dakota’s Ball at Darkness Within, as stupid as it is, at least I know exactly what to expect and what to prepare for.”

“For me, this Dakota’s Ball is nothing.  So what if I’m sealed off for twenty four hours?  No contact with the outside world?  All that means to me is that I’ll sit back, relax, and let The Morning Star take over.  When she takes over I’ll no longer feel pain.  I’ll no longer feel emotions.  I’ll be ready to head into Darkness Within to destroy, maim, and annihilate.

You will do wonderfully, Laurel.  I know you will.  You will come close to becoming FWA Xtreme Champion all on your own but at the end of the day it won’t be enough.  Do you want to know why?”

“It isn’t because of Dakota Dark and it sure as hell isn’t because of that brain dead bimbo Brandy Danielle.”

“It’s because of one individual, and you can call her Lady Gambit, The Morning Star, The Polish Spirit, Silver Eagle, or any other of a number of names and titles, but I am ultimately a Lasiewicz, from the Merovingian Dynasty, and no one will stop me.”

The young Lady Gambit shuts her eyes.  “Dobranoc…”