The Williams Journals: Act 7

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The Williams Journals

Act 7 ; Scene 1

Off Camera

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I don’t know where I am.  I do not understand.  Why am I being kept here?

This is all too familiar and that is why this is completely uncomfortable for me.  I remember it was not too long ago a woman named Emma had me held captive in her basement for reasons completely unknown to me.  The basement was dark and frightening.  I had no idea where I was or who I was.  I had no idea what the purpose was of my imprisonment.  I had no idea why she did that to me and it was frightening.  It scared me.  And yet, for some reason, she chose at one point to release me back into the world; or at least into the care of the sisters at Our Lady of Annunciation Catholic Church in Boston, Massachusetts.

Now once again I have been kidnapped, again by a total stranger (and yet she looked familiar).  I was brought to a place that I did not know (and yet I seemed to recognize it).  Once again I do not know why I am being kept here (and yet I do not fear frightened or afraid).

None of this makes any sense to me!  I have been kidnapped!  I should be upset and scared out of my wits!  I should be plotting a way to escape this place and yet I do not feel a desire to escape.  I feel content.  I feel comfortable.  I feel at peace.

I can say that the surroundings at this new place of captivity is much better than the basement Emma had been keeping me in.  The woman who owns this place, who looks to be just a little younger than me, told me that this room is the guest bedroom.  I find it hard to believe that this room with a queen size bed is a guest room.  It even has a flat screen television mounted on the wall to provide entertainment and a walk in bathroom for hygiene purposes.

Everything I have asked, within reason, has been provided to me.  Whatever meal I wanted they gave it to me.  Whatever drinks or other supplies I needed they gave it to me.  The only thing was these people would not let me leave the house.  I do not know why.  At least they are nicer hostage takers than Emma.

One thing they did not provide me was black hair dye.  I had always kept my hair dyed black.  At least that’s what Emma had told me.  But that dye ran out and now my hair has returned to its natural color.  Which is apparently red.

So I’m a ginger.  Just like the woman who is holding me captive.

Speaking of…the door opens and I turn, startled a bit to see the woman, wearing black denim jeans and a royal blue Duke Blue Devils t-shirt, entering the room.  Her normally red hair is black now, which surprises me a little.

“Your hair…”

“Huh?  What about it?”

“Did you dye it?”

“Did I…” she chuckles “…oh no, not at all!  Black is my natural hair color, I get it from my dad.  I had been dying it red to match my mom and my aunt.”

“But I am a natural red head?”

She nods her head. “That’s right.”

I sigh, shaking my head in disbelief. “None of this makes any sense.”

I sit down on the edge of the bed, burying my face in my hands. “I just want answers.”

It isn’t long after that I feel her sitting down next to me on the edge of the bed, wrapping an arm around me trying to comfort me.  My mind wants me to shy away from this touch.  After all, this is the touch of the woman who is holding me captive, right?  But my heart tells me no.

“I might be able to provide some answers.”

I look up at her with eyes that are welling up with tears. “Why am I being held captive?”

“It’s…” I can tell by the look on her face that she is trying to come up with a response but she is having difficulty “…it’s complicated…”

“Make it simple.” I demand angrily. “I want to know why I was brought here!”

“Calm down…”

“The sisters will be looking for me!  Sister Katherine…”

“…is glad you’re gone.”

My eyes grow wide as I shake my head. “No, you’re lying!”

“When you were dropped off at that church several weeks ago you had no idea who you were.  You had a bad case of amnesia.  You were told that your name was Kimberly Williams and that you would be a nun in the Catholic Church.”

I stare at her in shock and awe, amazed that she knew so much about me.  She clearly can tell from the look on my face that I am amazed and grins knowingly.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Yes…”

“I know a lot more than you think I do.  I know things you do not know.  For instance, I know that you do not really and truly believe that you are Kimberly Williams.”

“I…” my voice is gone, I cannot contradict her…

“You have your doubts, don’t you?”

“Yes…”

“I can answer your questions.  You just have to keep an open mind.”

“Oh you’re going to tell me who I am?”  I stand right up and walk over to the nearby window and gaze out, laughing mockingly. “Yeah, that’s great!  I was told who I was and they couldn’t convince me.”

I spin around and glare at the woman who now stands up as well. “I only used the name and identity of Kimberly Williams so I could at least have something to hold onto, some kind of an identity that I could call my own.”

“And it didn’t bother you that it wasn’t your real identity?”

“Oh it bothered me, but what was the point if I could never find out my true identity?”

“But you can.  You just have to keep an open mind.”

“By listening to you?  What can you do to prove to me that I am who you are going to tell me I am?”

“Just hear me out…” she begins to walk towards me, slowly but methodically “…I had a sister; well, half-sister actually.  We shared the same mother but we had different fathers.  My half-sister also had another half-sister that was not related to me at all.  Her half-sister had the same father as my sister.  Does that make sense?”

I nod my head. “Yeah…same father different mother…”

“Exactly.  Her half-sister was insanely jealous and went out of her way on many occasions to try and destroy everything she had.  Finally, after everything else had failed, she decided the only way to destroy my sister was to kidnap her and take over her life.  Being that they were twins made it easier for her to assume her identity.”

She stops as we are nose to nose.  The woman reaches into her pocket and produces small wallet sized photographs, handing them all to me.  I begin to flip through them and more and more I am beginning to get surprised at what I see there before me on the pictures...

…images of me, at least it looks like me, and this woman, in candid shots in various scenes.  One is with an older looking red headed female.  Another is with a man with stringy black hair whom this woman resembles a little bit in the face.  Then a third of just me and her.

“Does that bring back any memories?”

“I don’t…” flashes of light, flashes of memories long gone, are suddenly returning back to me and yet none stay long enough for me to grab hold of “…maybe…”

“Then maybe you will remember this.” She grabs hold of my hands and squeezes them tight.  I gaze into her eyes, eyes that on a whim suddenly turned into a demonic death stare.  She begins to shout in Polish.

“Czy pamiętasz?”

(Translation: Do you remember?)

Those eyes…that voice…it’s unmistakable.  It’s the voice of fear, a voice that intimidates all who dare step into this woman’s path.  This woman is gone.  Now I am staring into the eyes of The Morning Star.

“Je…Jessica!” She squeezes tighter, her grip becoming vice like. “Jessica, stop!  I remember now!  I…”

Finally she lets go, her eyes returning to normal she sighs deeply. “About time.  You know I have a hard time controlling that.”

Jessica, my loving and courageous sister who risked a great deal in order to find me, smiles warmly as she embraces me with a hug.

“I am so glad you’re back, Marie!”

“How did you know?”

“Kim tried to replace you in every way but there was one way she could not replace, and that is the bond we share as sisters.”

“Jess, that is…” I grin with mischief “…the corniest thing you have ever said…”

“Well maybe, but it’s true.  And I think mom, Aunt Kayla, my dad and my Aunt Mags, and even Leviticus and Kamijo would agree.  They all helped in some way to bring you back.”

“…Kamijo?”

I sigh, nodding my head. “Yes, Kamijo.  He was the one who confirmed that it wasn’t you.”

“How’d he do it?”

“He saw that she didn’t red hair in all the right places if you catch my drift.”

“Oh good Lord…” I roll my eyes.  “…you mean to tell me the world thinks I slept with Kamijo?”

“Sadly enough…yes…”

“What other damage did she do?”

“Kim also posted half-naked pictures of herself on twitter.  Of course people thought it was you.  You picked fights with Angela Jameson and Aerik Walker.”

“Wonderful.  I guess that means I can start with damage control as soon as I get Kim out of the picture.”

My sister frowns. “What exactly do you mean by out of the picture?”

“I don’t want her dead, if that’s you’re asking.  Death, you see, is what she wants.  I remember now what all Kim told me when she kidnapped me and I realize she is right.  The world doesn’t give a damn about her anymore.  She broke her neck and everyone just assumed she was dead and no one cared enough about her to find out for sure.  The world really doesn’t care about Kimberly Williams and that is why she wanted to switch places with me.  She wanted people to care about her.”

“Doesn’t her family care?”

“They do but she’s too fucking insane to figure that out.” My voice is rising slightly as I have never been this angry before. “So she switched places with me so she could be relevant, so she could be cared about.  Death would be a blessing for her because she wouldn’t have to worry about people not giving a damn about her anymore.  But if she were to have to live out the rest of her pathetic life rotting away in the funny farm knowing that not one single fucking soul gives a damn if she lives or dies is the worst possible punishment for her.”

“This is your sister, Marie, not mine.  This has to be your call.  I can easily arrange for someone to kill her.  I’m not sure if Aunt Mags would do it but I know Levi would.  But…”

I shake my head as I interrupt her. “No, no thanks.  I have never been more sure of myself than I am now.  That is how I want Kim to suffer.”

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True Enlightenment

On Camera

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Facing the former FWA World Heavyweight Champion is a tough enough task, even if he is on a losing streak as of right now.  Having to face Isis Derrida and at the same time do a lot of catching up what happened in the Future Wrestling Alliance while I was being held captive by my psychotic half-sister just makes this upcoming match on Mayhem an even more difficult mountain to climb.

At least while Kimberly had been taking my place in my life she did try to legitimately wrestle.  She is a good wrestler, people tend to overlook that aspect due to how fucking crazy she is.  Kim is a former SWC Heavyweight Champion and former MWA Turmoil Women’s Champion.  She can get the job done in the ring when necessary and that proved to be the case when she, posing as me, got the job done with Jessica against Jay and Lance Williams, the Lone Star Outlaws.

I only wish it had been me out there with Jessica dispatching those two Brokeback Mountain rejects.  Instead Kimberly stole the glory and the spotlight from me, much like she stole so much else from me when she took my place and my identity.

I couldn’t help but notice that Kim also had a bad encounter with my mother backstage at Darkness Within.  I know where it came from.  Kim hates my mother.  She absolutely detests her.  That should have been a dead giveaway that something was amiss.  Mom and I have recently made up.  We have worked things out.  I love mom, and she loves me.

Does that change the fact that I want to make a name for myself outside of my mom’s shadow?  Does that change the fact that I want to make my own history in the Jones family dynasty?  No, it doesn’t.  Am I troubled that mom sided with Dante?  A little.  But I trust her judgment.  She knows what she’s doing.  And I trust Glory when she says that there will be no faction war between Apocalypse and The Axis.

At least I hope she’s right.

Kimberly is gone, though, and now there is no excuses.  It is just me.  It is just Marie Annabelle Jones, the Phoenix who is once again rising from the ashes to reclaim her identity, her very self, and to reclaim her position in the wrestling industry.  Apocalypse is on a roll.  Glory Braddock became FWA World Heavyweight Champion and Jessica won the FWA Xtreme Championship at Darkness Within.  Now I can add to our success by picking up a huge win over Isis Derrida.

Glory Braddock set the table for me with a win over Derrida.  Now I just have to prove to the world, now that I am back, that I can do this on my own.  That I do not need anyone else to fight my battles for me.  Jones women are warriors.  We do not quit; you have to kill us in order to stop us.  Isis Derrida will have to kill me if he wants to stop me because I want to defeat him.  I want to defeat him more than anything else.  I want to prove that I am not just a third wheel in Apocalypse.

The camera feed begins to roll.  The scene that you the viewer see is a black leather sofa seated in front of a plain blue wall decorated with portraits of me, me with my mother, and me with my sister, and one of just my sister.  In the center, above them all in a place of prominence, is a small crucifix and below it is a portrait of the Last Supper.  To the left and right of the sofa are tall ferns.  Also to the right is a trophy case containing some of my awards, accolades, and titles from years past.  Most prominent in the trophy case is the Hall of Fame Plaque from when I was inducted into the GCW Hall of Fame.  Shortly thereafter I step onto the scene from stage right wearing a western style retro elegant black lace dress with an empire waistline that stops just above the knee, a sheath silhouette, a slash neckline, and spaghetti straps.

“Hello, FWA!  I’m baaaaaaaack!”

I chuckles lightly. “Yeah, I know, you didn’t realize I was gone, did you?  Well, the crazy bitch who tried to take my place is long gone and unfortunately for you all, you have to put up with me again.  But that’s ok, because this Phoenix is here to light up the FWA universe in a big way!”

I sit down on the sofa, crossing my legs. “Light is a funny subject.  When we think of light we think of knowledge and when we think of darkness we think if ignorance.  My opponent for Mayhem, Isis Derrida, loves to run his mouth about enlightenment but I do not think he actually knows what the hell he’s talking about.”

I shake my head. “Nope, you have no clue, Isis.  Do you want to know why I know that you have no clue what true enlightenment is?  The fact that you allowed Darkness Within to even happen, to allow your world title to slip away like that is evidence that you are not enlightened at all, but you are in the dark, you are ignorant.”

“At End of Worlds all you had to do was let the time run out.  You would have retained via time limit draw and Darkness Within never would have happened as Glory would have her shot and failed fairly.  You would have legitimized yourself by going the distance, legitimately, with The Best in the World.  But you had to take the low road and that low road gave Glory the chance to vie for another opportunity.  And you do not ever want to give Glory Braddock two opportunities.  No one has ever beaten her twice back to back.”

“No body.”

“For someone who claims to be enlightened you really are stupid, Isis.  But that’s fine, because that just means I get to be the one to really enlighten you on the way things are in this lovely world we call the Future Wrestling Alliance.”

“You see, Isis, in FWA we don’t run away from challenges.  We face them head on.  Also in FWA we do not get mad, we get even.  And I know that is a cheesy overused phrase so how about I just put it to you this way…instead of getting mad we here in FWA just kick someone’s ass!”

“Hiring Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dumb to protect your sorry ass wasn’t very bright of you, either.  Did you honestly believe that Jay and Lance had what it took?” A low laugh escapes my lips as I shake my head. “I dropped Williams on his head.  So much for your protection.”

A much more serious look replaces my light hearted smile. “And yet for all of your mistakes and fuck ups, you are still a former FWA World Champion and that is something to brag about.  That is something to gloat about.  And to win it the way you did is something else unique about you.  God knows you need something to make you unique.  I mean, cocky villainous bastards like yourself are a dime a dozen in this industry.  Who hasn’t pulled the same kind of shtick you’ve been pulling since arriving in FWA?  You are a rip off.  You are a cheap gimmick.  Even your supposed hometown is out of a fucking comic book.”

I hold a hand over my mouth. “Oops, did I just say that?”

“Do you want true enlightenment, Isis?”  I pat myself on the chest. “You’re looking at her.  You are looking at true enlightenment, Marie Annabelle Jones, second generation superstar who, like the mythical phoenix, will continue to arise each and every time she gets knocked down and burn her enemies alive in a blaze of glory.”

“Only I am no myth.  I am very real, Isis, and I am coming after you.  You will knock me down but each time you do I will get right back up.  Just like the phoenix I will keep getting up because I cannot be killed.  I cannot die.  I will not die, especially not at the hands of an ignorant idiot like yourself.”

“True enlightenment is the realization that your time has come and gone, Isis.  The ship has sailed for you and your dominance in this company.  You are done and it is only a matter of time before you are finished for good.  True enlightenment is me kicking your ass all over the arena not just for the fans, not just for Apocalypse, but for me, so that I can be the one who sends the once great Isis Derrida packing from FWA for good.  That is what true enlightenment is, Derrida, and you are going to experience it come Mayhem, whether you want to or not.”