Finality

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Actions Speak Louder Than Words

On Camera

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Allow me to set a few things straight about Apocalypse.

First of all, Apocalypse is not just some run of the mill fad that comes and quickly dies out and is forgotten.  Apocalypse is a group of committed individuals, committed to the cause of mutual defense, the cause of fighting for one another.  True Apocalypse members do not join and then seven days later leave because the results weren’t to his liking.

That was a pipe bomb, by the way.

True Apocalypse members stick it out through thick and thin.  We fight through the stress and pressures that we are faced with.  We stare down any challenge and spit in its face.  We are not flakes who change our mind on a damn whim.

So if anyone at all thinks that a match between Aerik Walker and myself at Extreme Fury is going to split us apart, if anyone thinks making the two of us fight will somehow be the end of Apocalypse then you have another thing coming.  Apocalypse sticks together no matter what.  You cannot kill Apocalypse.  It may sleep, it may lie dormant, but it will always come back.

Instead of seeing Apocalypse obliterate, what you’re going to see is The Silverwolf and The Phoenix tear it up at the 02 Arena!  You are going to see us give the people of the United Kingdom a true show of class, sportsmanship, and what WRESTLING should be!

Actions speak louder than words, ladies and gentlemen, and we are going to stay true to our Apocalypse mission.  We are going to bring this company, hell this very industry, back from the brink of destruction by illustrating to the world what this industry ought to be about.

That’s what Aerik and I are going to do at Extreme Fury.  We are going to present the people of IWC and its fans with a clear choice of which direction they want to go.  And I am confident of what they will choose.

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Finality

Off Camera

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All of my life up until four and a half years ago I lived with the knowledge that my father, Sean Williams, had only one child and that I was that child.  The Jones-Williams War, though, had begun over me.  My mother, Angelica Jones, kept my birth a secret.  And even after Sean found out, she did her best to keep me away from him.  Eventually, though, she snapped and killed him in cold blood, thinking that his death would be the only way to keep me away from his family and his influence.  My heart was broken, my father was gone, and as sad as it was, the silver lining for me was that at least the war was over.

Four and a half years ago all of that changed.  Four and a half years ago a strange woman began stalking me.  At first her approach was typical of an obsessed stalker but eventually she grew more violent and more aggressive until the day she dropped the bombshell on me, until this strange woman declared that she was my sister, a daughter of Sean Williams.

Now that’s funny, isn’t it?  I never even knew I had a twin sister.  I never even knew she existed.  I should have suspected something when she looked so much like me, identical, really, except she had black hair and I was a natural red head.  I shrugged it off, though, as just an obsessed fan who wanted to look like me.  The truth was truly shocking, as I never knew my father had any other children.

The child’s name was Kimberly and she would pick up where her father left off in the war against the Jones family.  At first she went after me directly, trying to injure me and put me out of the wrestling industry for good.  When that attempt failed Kimberly manipulated me into working with her against my other sister, Jessica Lasiewicz.  When that did not work she finally tried to kidnap me and take over my life.

It seems like with each attempt Kimberly grew more and more psychotic.  It was sad, really, to watch her descent into madness.  To want revenge is one thing, but to go from there to the belief she currently held, the belief that I was some golden child and that she should become me rather than eliminate me was the ultimate in terms of madness.  Now I have to ask myself, has her insanity come full circle?  Is she completely gone and furthermore, how has it affected me?  How has the Jones-Williams war changed me and how I look at everyone else?  Also, and most importantly, is the Jones-Williams War finally over?

Warfare is something I have been used to for most of my wrestling career.  Being a member of a famous wrestling family makes you a target for anyone wanting to make a major impact.  I have constantly  had to fight on behalf of my family name to defend it and to defend myself against others wanting to take me out just so they can say they took out a Jones.  You also have to deal with warfare when you are Apocalypse.

I joined Apocalypse when Glory Braddock asked for assistance and I stood by her side fighting for the Apocalypse cause.  And I always stood by my Apocalypse brothers and sisters, I kept to my commitment no matter what way the wind blew.  No matter how hard it was to be Apocalypse, no matter what new cool fad came along that lured others, I always stuck to my commitments.

Now Desmond Drake looks to try and drive a wedge between Apocalypse by forcing me and Aerik Walker to compete against one another at Extreme Fury with his NHB Title Shot on the line.  What he doesn’t realize is that it will take more than just one match to destroy Apocalypse because Apocalypse is a group that never dies.  It may go to sleep and lie dormant but when called upon again it will rise up and fight.  And no matter what anyone says, Apocalypse members always have each other’s backs.  Always.

I would rather not fight Aerik.  I would rather someone like Karen McBride, who is not booked and wants to be booked, face Aerik if she wants to.  But all of our attempts fell upon deaf ears and it appears as if Aerik and I will have to compete at Extreme Fury.  But that’s ok, because we are professionals and we can take it like the professionals we are.  Just because the people who run IWC are animals doesn’t mean Walker and I have to act like animals as well.

As one war, the war for the heart and soul of IWC, rages on I must now put to rest the war between the Jones family and the Williams family.  It has a war that has taken lives and has ended careers.  It is a war that has broken hearts and souls and it must end.  It has to end and I have to find a way to put some sort of finality upon this bitter rivalry.

So, before running back to the United Kingdom, I have made a pit stop to the mental hospital where my twin, Kimberly Williams, has been locked up.  She had a bombshell for me four and a half years ago and now I am here to drop a bombshell of my own onto her, one she does not yet know about.

Jessica and I are walking down a long hall heading towards the visitation area.  The floors are a plain brown color and the walls and ceiling are an off white.  Jessica is dressed in denim jeans, strappy sandals with a slight heel, and a royal blue button up blouse.  Her long black hair hangs down unrestrained to shoulder length.  I am dressed in a black dress that stops just below the knee and an orange blazer.  My feet are encased in black high heeled pumps and my long red hair hangs down unrestrained to shoulder length.

“You know, Marie, you don’t have to do this.” Jessica chimes in as we walk down the hall, following one of the guards. “She’s locked up.  It’s already over.”

“No, it isn’t over.” I remark staring stoically ahead without bothering to look at Jessica. “Kimberly needs to be told face to face that it is over.”

“Do you want me there with you?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“It has to be me and me alone.  I met her four and a half years ago and she was just as obsessed then as she is now about winning this stupid war between the Jones family and the Williams family.  I am a Jones AND a Williams, only my words can end this.”

Jessica sighs. “I’m glad you’re confident.”

“Trust me, Jess, my words will put an end to this.  My words will protect us both from her and her psychosis once and for all.”

The guard leads us to double doors and he pushes them open.  He holds them open for us and motions for us to come inside.  We stop there and I turn to face Jessica, placing my hands on her shoulders.

“Stay here, Jessica.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” I smile warmly. “Thanks for your concern, but I really want to do this on my own.”

“Ok, I’ll be right out here if you need me.”

“Thanks, Jess.”

With that I enter through the double doors, leaving Jessica behind.  The guard leads me to a row of chairs and desks, the desks separated by bullet proof Plexiglas.  I sit down at one of the chairs and I watch as my sister is led slowly to the other chair.  We are separated by the clear bullet proof Plexiglas.  She is wearing the plain white, loose fitting shirt and pants that all the patients wear.

“Hi Kim…”

“Hi Kim…” she repeats what I say before letting out a brief chuckle “…never in a million years did I think you would come to see me.”

She sighs and then leans back in her chair. “But you know, it makes sense in a way.  What better way to continue to torture me?”

“Torture you?”  I shake my head vehemently. “This is not torture.”

“That is where you are wrong, dear twin.  This is torture and you know it.  You said it yourself that death would be easier for me, and it would have.  I would have welcomed death rather than live as an obscurity, live knowing that not a soul cared about me.”

She points a slender finger at me. “I would rather die than see you happy…”

I should not be surprised or taken aback by these comments but yet I am.  I am surprised, shocked, and a little disappointed.  I truly had hoped that Kimberly would have had a change of heart, that somehow she would have grown into a better person.  That was truthfully my goal in letting her live.  Death is too easy for her, she needs to try and get help, real help, and try to overcome her mental problem.  But she seems happy and content with embracing her mental instability.  She seems happy with embracing her jealousy of me and my family and I just had wished better for her.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Kim.”

“What’s wrong, Marie?  Did I disappoint you?  Were you expecting a big change?”

She throws her head back and laughs.  Kimberly then brings her head back to eye level with me, staring at me with ice-cold eyes.

“The quacks in this loony bin will do everything they can to convince me that something is wrong with me.  They will do everything within their power to convince me that I am broken and that they can fix me.”

She points with her thumb out behind her to some of the doctors wandering around in the background.

“They will try but I doubt they will succeed, but if they do succeed I want you to understand right now while I am of sound mind and body that it is all a lie.”

“What’s a lie?”

“Anything they trick me into saying with their mental hocus pocus, anything their fancy medicine gets me say to act out, it’s all a lie.  The truth is what I am telling you right now, Marie, and the truth is that I hate you with every fiber of my being.”

Hearing those words sting painfully, it is so painful that I have to prop my head against the palm of my hand as my elbow is resting on the table.  Kim sees the obvious discomfort in me and laughs nastily.

“What’s wrong, Marie?  Does the truth hurt?”

I look up at her with red eyes. “You know what?  Maybe it does?  But then, why wouldn’t it hurt considering I was just trying to help you by giving you a chance to get real help?”

“Poor, naïve, little Annabelle,” Kimberly shakes her head “she wants to save the whole world and yet what she doesn’t realize is that the world doesn’t want to be saved?”

She turns her head to the right and nods at some of her fellow patients and then she turns to the left and nods at some other patients.  She turns her head back and looks back at me.

“See them?  Many of them are like in that they do not want help.  They are perfectly happy being the monsters that they are and they do not want to change.  And that has been your problem from day one.”

Kimberly and I stare at each other through that bullet proof Plexiglas for a long, tense moment.  It is at that moment that a metaphorical light bulb goes off over my head.

“You know what, Kimberly…you are absolutely right…”

“I know I’m right, you’re not telling me anything I don’t already know, dear twin.”

“I watched those video journals you made and I really had hoped to figure what it was that made you tick, but I never did get it.  I had an inkling of truth when you locked me up in the basement of your home but I didn’t want to believe it, but you just confirmed it for me just now.”

Kimberly furrows her brow. “Confirmed what?”

“You are a monster.  You are a monster and there are other monsters out there in this world just like you, monsters that do not want to be saved.  Oh and as for society, they are even worse because they do not want to take the necessary steps to eliminate monsters such as yourself.”

I rub my hands together as if washing them. “I am washing my hands of this…of you…”

“What are you saying, Marie?”

“I am done playing hero for an ungrateful people who do not give a shit.  I am also done playing by the rules and not getting rewarded for it.  From now on, I take what I want in IWC.”

Kimberly starts cackling like a wicked witch from one of those fairy tales.  A sinister half-grin forms on her face.

“Then I have succeeded!  You truly are my sister…”

“Your sister?” I shake my head. “Oh no, that’s where you are dead wrong.”

I point a finger at her. “You are psychotic and have no business being out there among the public.”

“That’s your judgment.”

“Yes, that is my judgment, and as your legal guardian I can make sure you never leave here unless it’s in a body bag.”

Kim’s face grows pale.  Now it’s my turn to chuckle as I watch realization set in for her.

“That’s right, Kimberly, the courts gave me legal guardianship of you, seeing as your mother never showed up to court.”

“But Emma is…”

“Yeah, I know all about your mother…”

I narrow my eyes and stare at her with an ice-cold glare.  Our intense gaze at one another is almost like a psychic link, one that sends a message to Kimberly letting her know that I do know that her mother is still locked up in her basement and that I have no intentions of rescuing her.

“It really is a shame what happened to your mother, if someone hurt her they should be ashamed, shouldn’t they?”

“Yeah…” Kim’s voice trails off and I almost hear a hint of guilt.

“And as your legal guardian I hold full control over your affairs, which means I decide when you get out of this place.  And you are never getting out Kimberly.  Never.  Dangerous people like you should not be allowed out in public.”

“But we’re the same, you and I.” Kim is grasping at straws now and I can tell. “We are blood!”

“We may be blood but we are not the same.” I shake my head. “I am loved, people care about me.”

I point a slender, carefully manicured finger at Kim. “But no one cares about you.”

“Stop…”

“What’s wrong?  Did I hurt the little psycho’s feelings?” I laugh nastily, enjoying every bit of this. “I tried to make you listen to me, I tried to help you feel loved but like you said some people just don’t want help.”

I fold my arms over my chest. “So let me tell you the truth instead.  The truth is that no one cares about you.  The remaining members of the Williams family are all embarrassed of you.”

I place both my hands over my heart and gaze upwards. “Oh but they love me so much!  They love and adore me because, even though I am a half-Williams, I actually do their family proud.   I actually make a good living as a professional wrestler while you have become a B-Rate Pinky and The Brain copy with your hair-brained schemes to get revenge against the Jones family.”

More laughter escapes my lips. “And that’s the real funny part because here you are trying to get revenge against the Jones family and for what?  Why?”

I shrug my shoulders. “Our own father didn’t want revenge against the entire Jones family, he just wanted revenge against my mother for not telling her about my birth and for keeping me away from him.  He loved the Jones family and he loved me.”

For the first time since I have ever known my twin sister, I see her changing.  I have always known her to be strong in a somewhat psychotic sort of way.  She had always been willing to take on the entire world.  Now, though, I have struck a nerve.  I have truly hurt her and I do not care.  Kimberly is beginning to break down before my very eyes.

“Please…please stop…”

“No, I’m not finished yet.” I grin, I’m getting a sadistic joy out of this. “There’s two more things you need to hear, and the first one is that our father loved me.  He loved me so much that he was willing to move mountains and even sacrifice his life to try and gain custody of me.  And you know just as well as I do that he would never do that for you.  It isn’t that he hated you, he just was apathetic towards you.”

I shut my eyes and chuckle. “People think hate is the opposite of love but that isn’t true.  At least with hate you do care in some way about the person, even if it’s hate.  Apathy means you don’t care and Sean Williams, our father, did not give a shit about you, Kimberly.  He didn’t care enough to hate you or love you.  You were just there.”

I gaze deep into her tear filled eyes. “Oh but you and him are definitely alike in one big aspect, Kimberly.  You both were stupid enough to take on a member of the Jones family.  With him it cost him his life.  At first I was angry with my mother for killing him but now I have to say, I am grateful for her for putting him in the ground.  This war between the Jones and Williams families has to end and it ends right here with you and me.”

Leaning forward, I sneer. “And I’ve won…”

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Competition

On Camera

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I respect the hell out of you, Aerik Walker.  I really and truly do.  When Apocalypse goes to war, outside of my sister, there is no one else I would rather have my back than you.  You are a veteran of ring wars with tons of experience.  Any time I get to share the ring with you is an honor and a privilege and saying that the two of us are both members of Apocalypse is an even greater honor, an honor that few people get to lay claim to.

It’s no secret that in the weeks leading up to this night at Extreme Fury neither of us wanted to have to fight the other.  It makes me even sicker to my stomach knowing that the only reason this was booked was in hopes that greed and jealously and our competitive spirits, the desire to win, would drive a wedge between us that would inevitably destroy Apocalypse.

Desmond Drake knows that he and his pals cannot alone destroy Apocalypse.  He knows that his best bet is to try and destroy us from within.  That’s his only goal.  He doesn’t care about this match, he doesn’t care about me getting the chance to win your No Holds Barred Title Shot.  He doesn’t care about any of it.

My first thoughts were to pull a similar stunt that my sister did.  Express my deepest grievances regarding this match and threaten not to show up.  It makes sense.  Why give Drake and his allies the satisfaction of watching us destroy one another?

But then I thought, this is a great opportunity for Apocalypse.  This is an opportunity for you and I to show Drake, IWC, and the IWC fans what this industry is supposed to be about.

Competition, you see, is not a bad thing.  Competition is what makes this industry great.  It’s why we have such great matches, because each and every one of us is longing for the same goal; to be the best.

Aerik Walker you are the number one contender for the No Holds Barred Championship and I now have a chance to take that away from you.  My competitive spirit is making it impossible for me to just walk away from such an opportunity.  Walking away is not an option for me.  I will stay, I will fight, and in this tables are legal match I will become number one contender to the NHB Championship.

Success is bred in me, Aerik.  It’s in my DNA because I am a member of the Jones family legacy.  I am a three time world champion, Aerik.  You have held many more world titles than that haven’t you?  You and I both know all about legacies and we both know that legacy is built upon competition.  We will compete and we will give the English fans a show they will never forget.

With every competition, though, there has to be a winner and there has to be a loser.  In this case, there will be two winners.  One winner is the collective group known as the fans.  The fans of professional wrestling will be the winners because they will be entertained by a show stealing performance like only The Silverwolf and The Phoenix can do.

The other winner will be me.

You are like a big brother to me, Aerik.  I love and respect you like no one else, but at the end of the day we are both competitors.  We are both wrestlers and our job is to go out to that ring each and every night and win.

Aerik, I’m tired of being the punching bag just because I play by the rules.  I’m tired of being the good girl, especially considering it does not pay off.  So maybe, for now, the No Holds Barred division is perfect for me, because everything is legal.  And at Extreme Fury, tables are legal and if that means putting you through a table to get to the promised land then I will do it.

We will put on a hell of a show, we will steal the show at Extreme Fury, I will win that title shot.  I will go on to become NHB Champion.  Either one of us can get the job done but I’m sorry to say, it won’t be you doing it, it’ll be me.

After it’s all over we can go and grab a few beers and celebrate knowing that we showed the wrestling world what class and sportsmanship and true fighting is all about.  We are not going to give Desmond Drake what he wants.  We are not going to give the enemies of Apocalypse what they want.  Instead we are going to show them that there is nothing anyone can do to break up Apocalypse and we are going to give them a glimpse into the future of IWC, a future that is dominated by The Silverwolf and The Phoenix.