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.”