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For Your Own Good
On Camera
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So tell me something, how is it that someone like Abigail
Lindsey, a known psychopath, a loony tune, who knew all about my whereabouts
when I was kidnapped by Kimberly Williams, who knew it all, and yet did nothing
about it, and still she gets cheered?
For that matter, how is it that Taylor Chase is allowed to sleep her way
to the top thanks to Orlando Cruze and then when the lovebirds begin to have
problems everyone has pity upon her, completely forgetting what happened to get
her there in the first damn place, forgetting that Amanda Blaze is doing the same
damn thing she herself did? And yet
Amanda is the villain?
No, it doesn’t make sense to me either.
The only explanation I have is that IWC has descended into
corruption and…dare I say it…sin. People
no longer care about goodness and righteousness. They only care about their lustful desires.
It’s a good thing I’m here, because I am the role model not
just for IWC but for the fans all over the world who tune into Riot and New Age
each and every week! Were it not for me
and Aerik Walker, the enforcers of goodness, this company would become an even
bigger hell hole than it already is.
But fear not, fans!
Fear not fellow IWC superstars! I
am here to give you the hero you so desperately need!
Taylor is already running scared as she knows her time is drawing
to an end. She already lost her husband,
she lost her world championship, and soon she will lose her fanbase as I begin
the process of revealing to the world exactly what she is…
…a fraud.
It won’t happen in one night. It won’t happen in one match, even when Aerik
and I defeat her and Scott Cannon. But
that victory, that glorious victory, will be the beginning of the end for her
pretend reign of terror. But don’t be sad,
fans, because it’s for your own good.
You may think Taylor Chase is someone you want to emulate
and cheer but the truth is that she is just part of the problem with this great
company and I am here to become the solution.
Bring Scott Cannon if need be. Bring anyone you want. Bring all of Silas World why don’t you? The Good Movement is greater than Silas World
and that is a true story…
…oops, did I steal your catchphrase? I’ll send a nickel your way for royalties
sweetie.
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Mother-Daughter Bonding
Off Camera
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It’s backstage an IWC House Show and Marie Annabelle Jones,
fresh off of another wonderful performance (wonderful in her mind anyway) is
getting ready to leave. She has places
to go, people to see, and matches to prepare for. Specifically one hell of a tag team match
pitting her and Aerik Walker against Taylor Chase and Scott Cannon.
This will be a big time match for Marie as she gets a chance
to wrestle the former IWC World Champion.
Marie has wanted her shot at the title ever since arriving in IWC and throwing
her lot in with Ethan and The Good Movement is part of the plan to reach that
goal. Scott Cannon is no slouch either, the
Silas World faction would not have recruited him otherwise, but for Marie this
is her chance to prove once and for all that she belongs in the main event
scene.
And she couldn’t have a better tag team partner to watch her
back than Aerik Walker. Granted there
are rumors running rampant about Walker questioning what side he is on but
Marie isn’t too concerned. Ultimately
they are both Apocalypse and Apocalypse members stick together. These are just silly rumors and nothing
more. Apocalypse, The Good Movement’s
Apocalypse, can overcome Silas World and that is the truth.
Another thing that weighs heavily on Marie’s young mind is
her recent twitter wars with her own family.
Both her mother Angelica and her aunt Kayla have tried to reach out to
Marie only to get spurned by young Phoenix.
Angelica has threatened to march into IWC and rip Ethan Von Aaron’s face
off in an attempt to get to Marie so she can talk to her.
The scary thing for Marie is that she knows her mother is
not just capable of it but will do it if given the chance. Angelica Jones is not someone who talks a
good game and has no bite. Angelica is one
of the most dangerous wrestlers in the game.
Tonight, though, has ended and she is going home to
relax. Dressed in a pair of nice dress
pants and a nice silky blouse with strappy heels on her feet, young Jones walks
down the hall, preparing to exit the arena…
…at least, she thinks she is…
“Marie!”
The voice is a familiar one, and an unwelcome one. Marie turns her head to spot her mother, the
reigning GFC World Heavyweight Champion and Silas World member Angelica Jones
making her way with a determined stride towards her down the backstage hallway.
“We need to talk…”
“Oh great…”
Marie rolls her eyes as she tries to walk quickly away but
in high heels she can’t go too fast. Her
mother easily overtakes her and snatches her by her arm.
“You’re coming with
me…”
“Let me go, mother…”
Marie wrestles control of her arm back and out of the grip
of Angelica but Angelica just spins her around and pushes her gently but firmly
against a wall. She stares angrily into
her daughter’s eyes.
“We’re going to talk.”
She says sternly. “We can do it here or
we can do it in private so I won’t humiliate you. Your pleasure.”
The younger Jones sighs and nods her head. “Fine, we can go back to my dressing room.”
“Not a chance.” Angelica
remarks. “Ethan is there as well as the
rest of your little goof troop. I want
real privacy without them looking over my damn shoulder.”
“So what do you
suggest?”
Angelica doesn’t answer her daughter. Instead she takes her by her hand once again
and leads her gently but firmly back down the hall. It isn’t long until they reach a dressing
room marked “Silas World”. Angelica
pushes it open and leads her daughter inside.
She shuts the door behind them.
“Silas World?!”
“It pays to have Silas
Mason as your agent, Marie.”
“Clearly.”
Marie sighs as she walks over to a nearby sofa against the
wall and sits down. She folds her arms
over her chest and pouts as her mother pulls up a blue steel folding chair and
sets it up across from her and sits in it.
“So is that how you
got past Ethan?”
Angelica nods her head. “Silas
is much smarter than Ethan. He’s smarter
than Samantha as well.”
“Is this where you
lecture me about joining with Sam?”
“I wasn’t going to
bring it up but since you did,” she leans in closer “you did make a mistake by throwing your lot in with Hodgson. A big mistake.”
“Is that so?” Marie
smirks knowingly. “You didn’t seem to
think it was such a mistake for the damn near ten years you had her as an
agent.”
“Hodgson can be
effective as an agent when she wants to be, I won’t deny that. Her problem is that she doesn’t really care
as much about your success as she does about her own.”
“And Silas Mason is
different how?” Marie unfolds her
arms and waves her hands furiously. “Be
honest!”
“Honestly?”
“Yes, honestly.”
The younger Jones nods her head. “You and
I have always been honest with one another so be honest, how is Silas Mason
different from Samantha Hodgson?”
Marie watches her mother with a knowing grin. She knows, just as Angelica knows, what the
answer is. She is confident she has her
mother cornered here as she has asked for true honesty. Honesty and truthfulness, two things they
promised one another no matter what, despite any other issues they may have
with one another, they would definitely be honest and truthful.
“Honestly…”
Angelica’s voice fades off “…maybe he isn’t
that much different from Samantha Hodgson.”
“The only difference
is he has a dick.”
That wasn’t exactly expected to come out of the mouth of
young Marie Jones and, as a result, mother and daughter share a hearty laugh
despite the tense situation.
“Ok, that may be true…”
“It is true.”
“But one thing I do
know,” Angelica begins with a smirk of her own “is that since siding with Silas Mason I ended Chandler Scott’s year
plus long title reign to become the first ever female to win the GFC World
Heavyweight Championship.”
Marie nods her head. “I
saw that. I was happy for you.”
“You were?”
“Of course I was.”
Marie smiles sweetly. “I was cheering you
on the entire way.”
The Phoenix takes her mother’s hands and squeezes them
tightly. “I have always supported you,
mom. Why can’t you support me now?”
“It isn’t that I don’t
support you, Marie, I’m just concerned about you.”
“Don’t be. I have Samantha and Ethan looking out for my
business affairs.”
“And that’s what
concerns me.”
Angelica sighs deeply. “In
my first year as a major wrestling promotion, the Global Division of Wrestling,
I became world champion.”
“Yeah and that was
such a great accomplishment for you!” Marie chimes in.
“But looking back on
it, winning it that early probably did more harm than good.”
“Huh?”
Angelica nods her head. “I
was still so young and inexperienced when it came to this industry and I truly
believed that I needed an agent to help me out, I truly believed I could not
handle it myself, so I took on Samantha Hodgson. But I should have learned how to get by on my
own.”
Angelica clenches her fists tightly as a sense of anger
rises up within her. “All of these agents
and lawyers are ruining the industry, Marie.
You have to see that.”
“And yet you have one
too.”
“I’m a hypocrite, I
know.” Angelica nods her head in agreement. “I just…I’m worried that you are making the same mistakes I did.”
“Making the same
mistakes you did?” Marie asks with a shocked look on her face. “Mom, you are a twelve time world
champion. You are a member of three
halls of fame. I would be honored to
make the same mistakes you made.”
“You don’t know what
you’re saying.”
Angelica gets up out of the chair and turns her back to her
daughter. Marie, feeling curious now,
gets up out of the sofa and approaches her mother. She taps her on her shoulder.
“What do you mean?”
“Those mistakes cost
me a great deal. They nearly cost me you
and your sisters…they did cost me Andreas…”
“Lassie?”
Lassie is referring to Andreas Lasiewicz, Jessica’s
father. Marie and Jessica, as most know,
are half-sisters, they share the same mother in Angelica Jones but they have
different fathers. For years when Angelica
was married to Andreas, Marie lived there and grew to think of him as the
father she never had. She won’t admit
it, but Marie still does think of Andreas as her father more so than any other
male figure in her life right now.
“He’s worried about
you too, by the way.”
“He is…” Marie
pauses, shaking her head “…I had no idea…”
Angelica turns around to face her daughter. “I know how much you admire him. I know how much you look up to him.”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t deny it.” Angelica
lets out a small laugh. “I can tell from
as far away as twitter. You’ve grown
quite the attitude, young lady, and you’ll talk back to anyone showing no
respect…”
A knowing grin forms on Angelica’s face. “But him?
When he tells you to back off you back off.”
Now it’s Marie’s turn to turn around, is it because of
shame? Not sure. But nevertheless she turns around and bows
her head.
“He’s done so much for
me. He taught me so much. A child needs a mother and a father and he
filled that role when mine died.”
“How do you think he
feels about you the way you’re acting now, with the crew you are running around
with?”
Young Marie turns around with tears in her eyes. “But I need them.”
“And it’s that thought
process that will always anchor your career you down. One day you will have to stand up and tell
the world that you don’t need Ethan, Samantha, and you definitely don’t need
Alana Starr in order to be great. That’s
the only way you can go forward.”
With that said Angelica turns and starts to walk away. “Mom, wait!”
She stops and turns around.
Marie walks over and embraces her in a hug.
“No matter what
happens, no matter what I say, I love you…”
“I love you too,
sweetheart.”
“And tell Lassie…tell
him thank you.”
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Samantha's Thoughts
On Camera
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My client is the future of the Independent Wrestling Cartel. She has said so ever since she arrived in this little company and now, she is honored to prove to you people that the future has finally arrived.
Taylor Chase WAS a great wrestler in IWC. She WAS the world champion. Notice the past tense of the verb. WAS...WAS...WAS...
NOW she is nothing but a frightened little girl on a downward spiral. And I can't blame her for being frightened. She lost her husband, she lost her championship, everything is slipping away from her, slowly but surely, and eventually she'll have nothing.
Nothing but memories. And even those will be taken from her.
How does Ms. Chase react to losing everything? She lashes out. She lashes out against anyone and everyone who doesn't march in tow with her opinion of how things ought to be. Any blind man can see that Katelyn Buehler is being forced to act the way she is and yet Taylor lashes out against her?
Poor, poor Taylor. Sad, pathetic Taylor lashing out because she realizes her own time is drawing to an end.
Silas Mason has backed a loser in this game and if he doesn't realize it yet he will soon and he will get rid of you. He can send Scott Cannon to help you out. He's nothing but a second rate Chris Cannon. Nothing more, nothing less. He won't be of any help when you two face off against my clients Marie Jones and Aerik Walker.
Now I cannot help but address Silas Mason, seeing as this is the first time your clients and mine will be clashing. You have Angelica Jones now. That's fine, you can have my sloppy seconds. The truth is that Silas World is about to go down the tube and The House of Hodgson is on the rise. You backed the wrong damn horse, Silas, by choosing losers such as Taylor and Cannon. But I, on the other, am an intelligent woman who always backs winners. We backed The Good Movement. And we are going to prove that you and your house of cards is about to come toppling down.
And that is GOOD!
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An Exorcism
On Camera
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“Ethan!”
Her voice rings out in the sanctuary. Her family has strong connections to this
church. This is the same church her
mother grew up in, the same church her mother was a nun in for a short period
of time before leaving the convent to become a wrestler. This is the same church where Marie herself
grew up. This is her home church and the
Jones family has always been major donors and givers to this church, Our Lady
of the Annunciation Catholic Church in Boston, Massachusetts. It shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone
that if Marie Annabelle Jones ever needed use of the church, that they would
gladly oblige the young red head. If
they knew exactly what she was planning, however, they might have had second
thoughts.
This afternoon Marie is being joined by her agents, Samantha
Hodgson and Ethan Von Aaron, also known as Porno Lad, and Marie’s young son,
Sean Connor Jones. Marie, with Samantha
on her left and Sean on her right, kneeling on the floor playing with his
“Alana Starr” action figure, waits patiently as Ethan comes running up.
“I’m here my ravishing
red head!”
“About time.” Marie
says, tapping her foot impatiently. “Are
you all set?”
“I got everything you
need…” he spins around, allowing the black robe he’s wearing to flow freely
“…cassock…”
He takes the tips of the alb that is around his neck and
uses it to tickle Samantha’s cheek and then Marie’s cheek.
“…and the alb!”
Samantha Hodgson sighs, a sense of mild frustration
beginning to fill her voice as she turns to look at her client Marie.
“Ms. Jones, are you
quite sure this is necessary?”
“Absolutely!”
Marie says definitively. “Have you been
watching IWC lately? Taylor Chase has
been so crazy acting, so insane that it clearly must be a demonic presence
possessing her body. So if I am to go to
war with a demon, I need spiritual weapons and Ethan here is going to give them
to me. Right, Ethan?”
“You got it!”
“Die! Die! Die!”
The trio of adults look down at the sweet little Sean Connor
Jones, who is taking his Alana Starr action figure and smashing it as hard as
he can against a nearby wall.
“DIE! DIE! DIE!”
“NO!” Marie quickly
walks over and jerks the Alana action figure, which is now in great disrepair,
right out of his hand. “Don’t do that to
Alana, sweetie.”
“Why not?”
“Because Alana is
good.” She snaps her fingers and
Ethan comes over with a Taylor Chase action figure and a Scott Cannon action
figure, both of which he gives to young Sean. “Here, play with these.”
Sean looks at them and then back up at Marie. “But these are dumb.”
Marie pats him on his head. “GOOD answer!”
Sean shrugs and then proceeds resume his destruction of the
actions figures. “DIE! DIE! DIE!”
Marie smiles sweetly as she turns back to face Ethan and
Samantha. “He’s such a good boy.”
“You’ve taught him
well, my dear!” Ethan says, beaming.
“Ok then,”
Samantha says, frustration clearly in her voice “shall we get this over with?”
“I agree with Sam!”
Marie says happily. “Let’s exorcise these
evil demons! Get me ready for spiritual
warfare, Ethan!”
“With pleasure!”
He opens up a black book, on the cover it reads “The Alana
Starr Guide To Exorcisms”.
“Alana have mercy…”
“Starr have mercy…”
“Alana have mercy…”
“Starr have mercy…”
“Alana have mercy…”
“Starr have mercy…”
Marie and Samantha stand there with hands folded as Ethan
continues the ritual.
“Face of Boe, hear
us!”
“Face of Boe
graciously hear us!”
“Optimus Prime, leader
of the Autobots,”
“Have mercy upon us!”
“Hold on a moment,”
Samantha frowns “Optimus Prime?!”
“Uh-huh…” Ethan
nods.
“I like that.”
Marie says smiling. “If anyone can give
me the power to overcome Taylor and Scott’s demonic powers, it is Optimus
Prime!”
Samantha shrugs her shoulders, deciding that maybe now isn’t
the time to argue. She lets Ethan
continue the ritual.
“River Song…”
“Pray for us…”
“Desmond Drake…”
“Pray for us…”
“Rachel Frost…”
“Pray for us…”
“Kennedy Street…”
“Pray for us…”
“That smelly hobo I
saw on the side of the road…”
“Pray for us…”
At that point Ethan places his hands on Marie’s boobs. Samantha once again objects…
“Wait a minute, is
that part of the ritual?!”
“Yes, it’s all right
here, Sam.”
He offers her the book which she quickly takes and
reads. Sure enough it does instruct the
officient to place his hands squarely on the female’s bountiful breasts. She sighs and hands it back to Ethan.
“Very well.”
“Good!” He places
his hands back on Marie’s boobs. “In the
most holy and righteous name of Alana Starr, I pray a blessing on this young
woman as she heads into battle against that succubus Taylor Chase and her three
headed demon dog Scott Cannon…”
“Three headed demon
dog?” Samantha furrows her brow in confusion.
“Just go with it.”
Marie insists.
“Taylor Chase, you and
your evil devil dog will not stand against this proud, young, GOOD woman and
her giant saintly warrior! You will fall
to their great power! And now in the
name of Alana Starr I…”
He looks around and then over at Samantha Hodgson and
Marie. “Do either of you have the holy water?”
“I thought you put it
in your coat pocket.” Samantha suggests.
“Oops…”
“Oops?”
“…I think I did,
actually, but I’m naked underneath this robe.”
“SPEW!” Comes the
voice of Sean who could not help but overhear that.
“Sorry but I thought
every person of the cloth was naked underneath these things.”
“Well you’re wrong.”
“Clearly, but what am
I going to do about holy water?”
Samantha reaches into her purse and produces a small can of
pepsi. “I was saving this for later but
it will have to do.”
Ethan takes the pepsi and pops the top. “Perfect!”
He pours the pepsi over Marie’s head. “I baptize you in the name of Alana Starr, Ethan Von Aaron, and Doctor
Who.”
“Awesome!” Marie
claps her hands happily. “I am so ready
for Taylor Chase and her demonic presence!”
