Positive Influence

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Positive Influence

On Camera

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It seems as if her family life has been downhill ever since Marie Annabelle Jones hooked up with Samantha Hodgson and Ethan Von Aaron.  Her sister, Jessica, no longer trusts her.  Her mother and aunt barely have anything to do with her.  Her entire family is all in agreement that young Marie is heading down the wrong track real fast.

It isn’t something she wanted, either.  It’s just a consequence of the decisions she has made for herself.  Decisions that, perhaps, were hastily made.  One hasty decision that many believed was very rash and in poor judgment was to go against Vanilla Skyy at Reawakening Day all by herself even though she could have chosen a partner to team with her, any partner she wanted.  Marie, though, wanted to prove that she could do it on her own.  She wanted to prove that she didn’t need help to defeat Vanilla Skyy.

Marie did win, she defeated Vanilla Skyy, but it wasn’t on her terms.  Desmond Drake sent out Jackson Adams to tag team with her.  She truly believes she could have done it on her own but now no one will believe her.

At least she has been granted another chance to not only continue on her winning ways but to also prove that she doesn’t need any assistance at all whatsoever.  Marie is set to face Amanda Blayze on New Age in a No Disqualification Match and she is going to advantage of this opportunity to destroy Blayze and, in the process, send a message to the rest of the IWC roster.

Her New Age match against Amanda Blayze isn’t just the only second chance she’s getting.  Outside of the ring, specifically in regards to her personal life, it appears as if Marie Annabelle Jones may finally have a connection back to her famous family…

…namely her grandfather, Bart Jones.

Bart Jones is the father of Silas World member Angelica Jones.  For the longest time he had been disowned by the family due to his abandoning both of his children after the death of their mother.  While Angelica has forgiven him, Kayla still has not and still refuses to even speak with him.  For all intents and purposes, Bart Jones is still an outcast from the Jones family.

Much like how Marie is today.

“I did it!  I did it!  I did it!  I did it!”

If you can’t tell based upon the high pitched squeal in her voice that Marie Annabelle Jones is happy about the outcome of her match tonight at Reawakening Day against Vanilla Skyy, a match she won even if it was with a little bit of assistance from Jackson Adams, then perhaps you can tell how happy she is based on the fact that she is jumping up and down like a mad jumping bean as she enters her dressing room, finding her agent Samantha Hodgson already there, smiling proudly at her client.

“Just like I knew you would.”

Hodgson and Jones share an embrace.  “Just like you said you would, lovely Marie.”

Immediately Marie’s demeanor changes.  She frowns ever so slightly upon hearing that last sentence from her agent’s lips.

“Well, not exactly the way I said I would.”

“What do you mean, my dear?”

“You know exactly what I mean.” Jones is getting irritated now. “I specifically said that I wanted to fight Vanilla one on one.  I specifically said I wanted to do it on my own.”

Hodgson sighs, nodding her head. “Yes, yes, I know…”

“And what does that asshole do?” Marie stomps her foot angrily on the floor like a spoiled child. “He stuck his nose into MY business where it DOESN’T belong!”

“Calm down, my dear.”

Samantha walks over to the middle of the room.  She reaches down and picks up the tray of fruits, snacks, and drinks.  She carries it ever so carefully to her enraged red-headed client and offers it to her, hoping against hope that this will get her mind off of Jackson Adams and his interference in tonight’s match.

“Here, Marie.  Have a drink.  Have some grapes.” Samantha grins broadly. “It’ll make you feel better.”

“It’s going to be hard to feel better, Sam…” Marie growls angrily “…because I went out there and I did what I said I was going to do.  I beat Vanilla Skyy.”

“And that should make you happy.”

“BUT no one will buy it because of Adams!” She points out. “Because of him they still will think that I am a nothing compared to her.”

Hodgson shakes her head. “Don’t listen to them.”

“I am a hall of fame caliber athlete and I just beat her!”

“That’s right…” she offers the tray of refreshments again “…now please have a drink.  Some wine at the least.”

Jones sighs, finally relenting as she takes an empty glass. “Fine.”

The Phoenix sits down on a nearby sofa, slumps over, and holds out her glass.  Samantha Hodgson smiles upon seeing that her charge has finally calmed down, even if it is just a little bit.  She sets the refreshment tray back down on the table and picks up the wine bottle off of it.  She takes the wine over and pours Marie a glass of wine.

“There, now drink up.” She sets the wine bottle down and then sits down on the sofa next to Marie. “And let’s talk.”

“I didn’t need any help.” Marie remarks, still pouting even as she takes a sip of her wine. “And yet he got involved.  Now no one will believe I can take her by myself.”

“Forget about that, Marie.”

“How?  How can I forget?!” Young Jones exclaims. “And why?”

“Why?” Samantha pours herself a glass of wine. “Because you have yet another chance to prove the critics and naysayers wrong, my dear.”

“Oh?”

Hodgson nods her head.  She knew that the mention of a possible redemption, the chance to once again prove everyone wrong, would spark the curiosity of her young charge.

“That’s right.  I received word that you will be facing Amanda Blayze on New Age.”

Jones rolls her eyes, setting her wine glass down as she finishes the last of it in one big gulp.

“Amanda Blayze?  Big deal!  What’s so special about facing that perennial loser?”

“Oh I don’t know…” a knowing grin forms across Samantha’s face “…maybe because it’s no disqualification?”

That did it.  The eyes of the self-described greatest ginger ever immediately light up as if it were Christmas day.  This is the kind of news she wanted to hear.  For weeks leading up to Reawakening Day all she heard about was how dangerous Vanilla Skyy was.  That made Marie want more than anything else to prove that she can be just as dangerous and deadly as Vanilla.  Jackson Adams intervening in the match put a kibosh on that.

But now this presents Marie with another opportunity to show the IWC universe just how ruthless she can be.  Marie is not just another pretty face, even if she believes that she is the prettiest face in all of IWC.  She is dangerous, she is deadly, and a no disqualification match is right up her alley and she looks forward to making an example out of Amanda Blayze on New Age.

“Seriously?  It’s a no disqualification match?”

“That’s right.” Samantha nods, looking on proudly. “You can thank me later.”

Marie leans over and embraces Hodgson. “You’re the best, Sam!”

“I know.”

“This is just the match I needed after what happened tonight in order to prove to the world that what happened with Vanilla Skyy was NOT a fluke and it was NOT just because Jackson Adams was out there.” A sinister grins forms across Marie’s face. “Once I stain the mat in Blayze’s blood, the world will begin to fear me, THE NEW QUEEN OF EXTREME!”

Samantha ponders for a moment before nodding her head. “Queen of Extreme, eh?”

“Borrowed from my mother.” Marie smiles proudly. “Like it?”

“I do, it isn’t like your mother needs it anymore, considering Silas Mason has all but tamed her.”

Hodgson places both hands on her client’s shoulders. “You, my dear, are the Crown Jewel of the House of Hodgson.  Amanda Blayze is just the first step on what will be your march towards championship gold and vindicating me as the real mover and shaker in this industry.”

A knocking breaks through the conversation before any further words can be exchanged.  Marie looks on with annoyance.  How dare someone interrupt her on her big night at Reawakening Day?

“Who the hell is that?!”

“I do not know, Ms. Jones.  Would you like me to get rid of them?”

Marie nods her head. “Yes, please!”

“With pleasure.”

Samantha gets up and walks over to the door of the dressing room.  Hodgson puts on the angriest, most intense face she can muster as she flings the door open, with every intent on telling this person off.  Samantha is immediately disarmed, though, upon seeing that the person at the door wanting to see them is not who she thought it would be.

“Uh…Marie...”

“What is it?”

“You may want to come here.”

Jones rolls her eyes. “Why?”

“Trust me.”

Jones doesn’t seem to be happy about this.  That’s what she hired Samantha for; to take care of these types of things such as unruly fans and people she just doesn’t want to talk to right now.  Why can’t she deal with this person?  Why does Marie have to do everything herself?

“Ok, who is…” she steps over to the door and then she too is disarmed immediately “…oh…”

The man standing at the door is none other than Bart Jones, Marie’s grandfather.

“You don’t sound all that thrilled to see me.”

“Well, I…um…”

“We weren’t expecting you.” Samantha says, finally finding her words. “And furthermore you were uninvited, which is rather rude.”

“Apologies,” Bart remarks with a cheesy grin “but I just thought I would pop in and surprise my granddaughter.”

“You thought wrong.” Samantha remarks coldly. She turns to look at Marie who still has a confused look on her face. “Do you wish for me to get rid of him, my dear?”

“Uh…”

“Marie?”

“Um…”

“That’s ok.” Bart turns around. “I can go, it’s no big deal.”

“Wait…” Marie calls out after him, causing Bart to stop dead in his tracks “…you can stay.”

Samantha turns and looks at her client. “Are you sure?”

Marie nods her head emphatically. “Yes, I’m sure.  In fact, why don’t you just go and pull the car around?”

Samantha stares at her client for a few tense moments.  It is clear that, for whatever reason, she disagrees with this decision.  Nevertheless, Samantha relents and nods her head.

“Will do, Ms. Jones.”

Samantha exits the dressing room.  Bart watches her carefully as she takes her leave and once she is completely and totally out of sight he snickers ever so slightly before entering the dressing room himself and shutting the door behind him.

“That lady never did like me.”

“She does rub a lot of people the wrong way.” Marie says light heartedly with a grin on her face.

“That’s putting it mildly.” He opens up his arms, inviting his granddaughter in for a hug. “Isn’t that right, Marie?”

Marie walks in and embraces him, hugging him tightly. “That’s right, grandpa.”

After about ten seconds the hug is broken and Bart turns to look at the table with the various fruits and wine and other refreshments.

“Look at the treats.  It looks like you two were having a party.”

“We were, of sorts.” Marie answers back. “I did win my match tonight.”

Bart nods his head. “I saw that.  I was quite disappointed in you.”

“Huh?” She arches her brow in shock and surprise. “But grandpa, I won and…”

“And you did it with Jackson Adams helping you out.” He frowns. “You’re better than that, Marie.”

“I didn’t want him out there!”

He folds his arms over his chest, not looking too impressed or fazed by Marie’s protests. “You didn’t seem to put up much of a fight when he got involved on your behalf.”

Part of Marie wants to snap back at him and yell at him.  How dare he accuse her like this?  How dare he judge her?  And yet, looking into this gentle, loving eyes of a man who cares deeply for her, she cannot find it within her to do anything but lower her head in shame, for she realizes that he is right.

“Yeah…I know….”

He rests a hand on her shoulder. “I’m not here to judge you.  It’s like I told your mother and your aunt, they are adults, they have to make their own decisions.  You make your own decisions now as well, Marie.  And knowing your mother, she has done everything she can to help you make the right decisions.”

Marie laughs lightly under her breath. “Funny, not a lot of people would say that about mom…”

“Your mother has made mistakes, but we all make mistakes.  I have made a lot of them myself.  That’s why I’m not here to judge.  I can only offer my advice.”

“What is your advice, grandpa?”

“First of all, if I were you, I would offer Vanilla Skyy a one on one rematch.”

“No problem…”

“…and I think you should try and make peace with your mother and your aunt.”

Marie frowns. “Why?”

The younger Jones stomps back over to the comfortable sofa and sits back down.  “Why should I make peace with them?!  I don’t need them!”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” Bart walks over and sits down on the sofa next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “Do you want me to tell you a secret?”

“What’s that?”

“You’re dating that Michael Bauer boy, right?”

She nods her head. “And Drake Dillon.  Don’t forget about Drake.”

“Right, Drake…”

Bart sighs out of frustration.  It isn’t that he dislikes Drake.  Truth be told, he prefers Drake over Bauer any day of the week.  What he doesn’t like is the notion of his granddaughter dating two boys at the same time.  He knows this can’t end well.

“Listen, Marie, you can have Drake…and Bauer…you can date whoever you want.  Guys will come and go.  But you cannot change your family.  You can never ever change your family.”

The red head sighs. “Maybe but…I don’t know…”

Her eyes flare up. “They never forgave you.  Why should I try and work things out with them?”

“Your mother did.”

“Yeah, well, what about Aunt Kayla?” Marie shakes her head. “You speak of forgiveness but she won’t even forgive you?  You know, I don’t think so.  Not this time.”

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Samantha

On Camera

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I hate to say I told you so…

…actually, no, I love saying it.

I TOLD YOU SO!

I told you that my client was not afraid of Vanilla Skyy.  I told you that with or without a tag team partner, my client would get the job done at Reawakening Day.  And Jackson Adams or no Jackson Adams, it really is irrelevant, my client was the winner on that night.  At Reawakening Day, it was Marie Annabelle Jones who pinned Vanilla Skyy and that’s all the record book needs to show.

The Bitch from Barrow did not stand a chance against The Queen of Extreme.

That has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?  Queen of Extreme.  Get used to hearing it because that’s who Marie Annabelle Jones is.  She is still The Phoenix but she is now also The Queen of Extreme.  She is the woman who defeated Vanilla Skyy.  She is the woman who challenged Brittany Lohan to seven stages of hell and won via forfeit due to Lohan’s fear, fear of knowing what Jones would do to her.

Be afraid, ladies and gentlemen.  Be afraid of your Queen of Extreme.  Be afraid of The Phoenix.

Fear Marie Annabelle Jones.

Amanda Blayze…poor, little Amanda Blayze.  You give Orlando Cruze under the desk pleasuring and the best you can get out of the deal is a shot at a pathetic little trinket of a championship and you couldn’t even win that, by the way.  Bad luck, right?

Your bad luck is about to get even worse.

No Disqualification is my client’s specialty.  Anything she wants to do, it doesn’t matter what sadistic thoughts might cross her beautiful mind, it is all legal at New Age.  Are you prepared to deal with that, Amanda?  Are you really prepared to face off against The Queen of Extreme?

I hope to God you’re ready, because if not this will not be a pretty sight.  My client is looking to make an example out of you.  My client has stars in her eyes and big fish to fry and you are just a little guppy swimming in her path.

You’re going to get squashed.

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The Hot Spot

On Camera

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The setting is a live studio audience (Michael Bauer holding a stereo) in front of a stage.  On the stage is a comfortable plush red sofa and a plush black leather chair next to it.  Ethan Von Aaron, manager of Marie Annabelle Jones, steps out onto the stage and takes a bow.  But then he looks up, looking rather confused.

“…where are the cheers?” He frowns. “I’m supposed to be cheered.”

“Sorry…” comes the voice of Michael Bauer from the ‘audience’.

“Let’s try this again…”

Ethan steps off stage.  A few seconds later he emerges back on stage and this time Michael remembers to press the button on the stereo that plays the recording of loud cheers.  Suddenly the cheers on the tape break into chants of ‘Am-an-da Blayze!’  Ethan now looks more furious than ever.

“What the hell was that?!”

“Wrong tape!”

Michael quickly halts the tape.  Samantha Hodgson rushes in and hands him a new tape which he quickly changes out.

“Want to try again?”

“YES!”

Ethan storms off stage again.  A few moments later he emerges and again to the cheering of the stereo.  This time the cheering does eventually breaking into chants of ‘Ethan’.  He takes a few bows for his imaginary audience.

“Thank you!  Thank you!  You are too kind!”  He takes a few more bows. “Now please, let’s calm down…”

As if on cue the volume is turned down. “…excellent!  Tonight isn’t about me…well, it’s partially about me, but it’s mostly about my client, a woman with a great rack and who is truly the greatest ginger to ever walk this earth.  This woman has touched my heart in so many ways…”

Ethan touches his crotch.

“Ahem, Ethan…that’s not where your heart is…” comes Samantha’s voice from the ‘audience’.

“Sure it is.  Now where was I?  Oh right…now it is my honor to present to you my client, The Queen of Extreme, The Phoenix Marie Annabelle Jones!”

Boos erupt in the audience…wait, boos?  Ethan is flabbergasted.

“Bauer!  Tape!”

“Sorry!” There is a pause followed by yet another tape change. “Ok, try again!”

“As I was TRYING to say… it is my honor to present to you my client, The Queen of Extreme, The Phoenix Marie Annabelle Jones!”

Cheers erupt in the audience as Marie Annabelle Jones enters from stage right.  The beautiful ginger saunters ever so confidently across the stage, waving at the invisible fans in response to their invisible cheering.

“The stage is yours, my gregarious ginger!”  Ethan steps off stage.

“Thank you, Ethan!” The gorgeous red-head is beaming from ear to ear. “I am sure you all are so very happy to see me, just as I am happy to be here on my show…The Hot Spot!”

The ‘crowd’ cheers and Marie nods her head. “I know, it was originally my mother’s show, but seeing as I have eclipsed my mother in greatness and legendary status, and seeing as I already am in possession of her former moniker of Queen of Extreme, I figured I’d just take this show as well!  Isn’t that right, Mikey?”

“THAT’S RIGHT!” Comes the voice of Michael Bauer from off stage in the audience.

“My guest tonight is a member of a famous wrestling family and at Reawakening Day she fought for the honor of her family against a dirty, deceitful whore by the name of Amanda Blayze whom I will destroy at New Age!  Ladies and gentlemen…ASHLEY CHASE!”

Ashley, the lovely sister of former IWC World Champion Taylor Chase, steps out onto the stage to chants of ‘ASHLEY OLSON’ erupting from the audience which draws confusion from Ashley CHASE and angst from Marie Jones.

“MIKEY!” She exclaims loudly. “That’s CHASE not OLSON!”

“Damn it!” Suddenly the loud of crashing signifies that Michael Bauer just threw the stereo against a wall. “Better?”

Marie nods her head. “Much!”

Marie turns and embraces Ashley. “Welcome to the show!”

“Great to be here!”

Ashley finds a seat on the sofa.  Ethan returns and sits next to her.  Marie sits in the leather chair.

“Before I begin, I want to say that you did a terrific job refereeing that match at Reawakening Day.”

Ashley smiles, proud of herself and of the job she did. “Thanks!”

“You really were a stunning referee.”

“Yeah, you were much better than those other idiots they had refereeing matches.” Ethan responds, staring at her chest area. “I mean, of all IWC referees, you have the best boobs of them all.”

“Um….” Ashley isn’t quite sure how to respond to that.  Luckily, Marie is there for the save.

“And you did such a good job especially considering the working conditions you had to endure.  I mean, let’s face it, one problem that permeates our industry is the fact that too many of my fellow wrestlers feel the need to put their hands on referees.”

Marie points a long slender finger at Ashley. “You went out there to do a job and that sore loser, that diabolical slut Amanda Blayze, decided to put her hands on you!”

“I can’t blame her, honestly.  I wouldn’t mind putting my hands on your…” suddenly Michael Bauer appears on stage and begins to gently drag Ethan off stage “…what?  What’d I say?”

“Amanda Blayze thinks she is special.  She thinks she can do anything she wants.  But no one, especially not a dirty whore like her, should put their hands on a referee like you.”

Ashley nods her head. “That’s right!  I was just doing my job and she assaulted me!  She should be fined!”

“GOOD idea!” Marie places her hand over her heart. “In the name of our illustrious leader, Alana Starr, we here at The Good Movement DEMAND that the Independent Wrestling Cartel, whether its Desmond Drake, Karen McBride, Oscar The Grouch, or whoever the hell is in charge, issue a steep FINE against Amanda Blayze for putting her hands on a referee at Reawakening Day!”

“Amen!” Ashley exclaims.

“Unfortunately, assaulting referees and other IWC officials isn’t the only crime Blayze is guilty of is she?”

Ashley shakes her head. “No, unfortunately she is also guilty of screwing my sister’s husband!”

“Indeed, and that’s worse of all because she disobeyed the Bible!” Marie pounds her fist against the armrest of the chair. “It’s in the ten commandments!  THOU SHALT NOT SCREW WITH ANOTHER WOMAN’S HUSBAND!”

“Especially not a member of the Chase family!” Ashley chimes in.

“Now then, Ashley, at New Age this vile woman is supposed to face me in a no disqualification match.  So yours truly…The Queen of Extreme, The Phoenix…gets to play judge, jury, and executioner for this home wrecking harlot!  We’ve already decided that she is guilty.”

“Right…”

“So my question to you is, what punishment do you think should fit the crime?”

Ashley grins. “Off with her head!”

Marie looks at the camera sadistically. “You heard the woman!”

Marie stands up.  The camera focuses solely on her.

“You’re just a fuck-up, Blayze.  Whether you’re fucking up your professional career with a string of pathetic losses or you’re fucking up someone else’s life by fucking up their husband, you are nothing more than just a great big fuck up and your fuck-ups have gotten you into a situation that, despite your tough talk and grandstanding, you cannot fight your way out of.”

The Phoenix smirks. “My name Marie Annabelle Jones and I am The Queen of Extreme.  No disqualification was meant for people like me.  I use these types of matches to execute people like you, people who are a worthless waste of time and energy.  I’m the person who takes out the garbage.”

She points a finger directly into the camera as if pointing directly at Amanda. “And you, my dear, are a big pile of rotting garbage that needs to be taken out.”

“I won’t take away from your abilities.  You are good.” She nods her head. “You have to possess some talent in order to make enemies out of the Chase family or Desmond Drake, both of whom wanted your head on a platter.  But honey, I am in a completely different class from anyone you have ever faced.  In other words…”

“…you are not in my league.”

Marie shrugs. “Sorry to break it to you, Blayze, but that’s just how the chips are going to fall.  You will give me a fight, there’s no doubt about that.  In fact, I want you to give me the fight of my life.  I want nothing more than to cement myself as the Queen of Extreme in IWC at your expense.”

She snickers. “There’s nothing more boring for me than when my victims don’t put up a good fight.”

“So yes, no disqualifications,” she nods her head “you bet I love this.  I am going to love every minute of this.  I am going to break you down piece by piece and then when the time is right, you will get firsthand experience with my new weapon, a weapon that will bring down all of my future opponents, beginning with you.”

Marie bows her head. “Ave Maria…”