Saturday, November 8, 2014

GOODbye Good Movement. Welcome to Silas World.





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Mother Knows Best
Angelica Jones
On Camera
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I admit to being a lot of things, among them a sadistic bitch.  Some might call me a monster.  But one thing that no one can deny is that I am a loving mother, someone who cares deeply about her children’s will being.  That being said, it should come to no surprise to anyone that I was very protective of both of my children when they decided they wanted to follow in my footsteps.  I was so protective that, at first, I didn’t even want them to get involved in the industry.  I was so worried that they would be hurt, injured, or worse.

My eldest child is Marie Annabelle Jones.  At first she was so sweet and innocent and wanted to be called Annabelle.  Now she’s all grown up and wants to be called Marie, French for Mary, the Blessed Virgin for whom I named her and dedicated her.  I reluctantly gave her my blessing, confident in my belief that she would end up hurt and crippled.

But she proved me wrong.

Time and time again she stepped into that wrestling ring and proved me wrong.  With each amazing performance, she continues to prove me wrong.  With four world championships under her belt and a hall of fame ring to her name at such a young age, she has proven me wrong in spades.  Marie Annabelle Jones belongs in this industry.

Almost a year ago, when she entered into negotiations with IWC to become a member of their roster, my young Marie requested that I keep my nose out of her business.  Ok, well, she didn’t say it exactly like that, but nevertheless the point was clear…she wanted IWC to be her home.   She wanted to prove to HERSELF, not to anyone else, that she can handle things on her own without my advice.

Against my better judgment I adhered to her wishes.  I watched as she made mistakes, mistakes such as trying to pander to the leeches and sheep known as wrestling fans.  Oh how I wanted to step in and tell her that the fans don’t care, that the fans are mindless idiots, but I kept out of it, I let her find out the hard way when  she was kidnapped by Kimberly Williams and then, upon her return, to find out that the fans never even missed her.

Her fans never existed.

I watched her make the mistake of trusting the wrong people.  Oh how I wanted to step in and warn her that Abigail Lindsey was too unstable to be trusted.  Only later did Marie find out that little Abi knew of Kimberly’s plot and didn’t tell a soul.

I watched as my daughter ruined the very image of a group I helped create, that group being Apocalypse.  I watched her ruin it by bringing it into The Good Movement.  Now don’t get me wrong, Alana Starr is a hell of an athlete whom I have the utmost respect for.  Marie siding with her and learning from her is a good thing…

…no pun intended.

But Apocalypse is NEVER to be second fiddle to anyone and a daughter of mine is never to be anyone’s lackey.  Week in and week out I watched her chanting GOOD like a little cheerleader and it made me sick, not so much at her actions  but at the fact that she didn’t realize she was being used and manipulated.

Yet I kept my mouth shut until Marie’s final breaking point.  I watched my pour her heart and soul into an absolute war with Vanilla Skyy.  And despite everything that Skyy threw at her, there was nothing physically Skyy could do to Marie, no amount of punishment she could dish out on Marie, to make her quit.  Watching my daughter exude that kind of heart and determination made me proud.

Only that pride was squashed when she had to sacrifice herself and the win to save Samantha Hodgson, her weak agent.  And where was  Ethan Von Aaron in all of this?  Banging Rachel Frost no doubt.  And Alana Starr was busy admiring herself in a mirror.

I was going to stay out of it again…but thankfully Marie had seen the light.  Marie had realized that had she had the support from The Good Movement, she would’ve defeated Vanilla Skyy.  Hell, she may have been a champion by now had she truly had some strong support.

That’s where I came in.

Marie came to me seeking advice.  She came to me seeking guidance on what to do.  I pointed her in the direction of one man…the man who guided me to three world championships.  A man who will never stand by and let his clients flounder…

That man is Silas Mason.

Goodbye Good Movement.  Hello Silas World.



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Marie Annabelle Jones
On Camera
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The camera is already rolling and we find ourselves in front of a Silas World logo.  From stage right the lovely beauty known as “The Phoenix” Marie Annabelle Jones steps into view.  The lustrous shine on her flirty black cocktail dress lends an appealing finish with a flattering draped front and sultry mesh that insets at the neck and back.  Her feet are encased in black open toed ankle strap sandals.  Her long red hair hangs down unrestrained to shoulder length.  Sunglasses are on over her eyes.

“Ask anyone who is familiar with the Jones family and they will tell you a few things about us Jones women.” She holds up one finger. “First thing they’ll tell you is that we are damn good at getting the job done inside that squared circle.”

She holds two carefully manicured fingers. “And second, they’ll tell you that we have a stubborn streak a mile wide!”

A light chuckle escapes her lovely lips as she nods her head. “Yeah, unfortunately we do tend to be quite stubborn, especially when we get an idea in our head.  We want to go through with it.  We don’t want to stop or give in on any task until we have accomplished what we have set out to do.  Granted, I would prefer to think of that as commitment, but I admit that some would call that being stubborn.”

“I did tell my mother to stay out of my affairs in IWC.  I didn’t want her involved and I meant it to the point that I refused to even accept her advice.  I would do things my way, come hell or high water.  Looking back, I realize that there are sometimes that I am a little stubborn and that sometimes I have to admit that mother knows best.”

“I was warned by my mother, my aunt Kayla, and even my sister Jessica about the dangers of being involved with The Good Movement.  Hell, even Jackson Adams tried to point out to me that being involved with that group would only bring disappointment and failure.  But did I listen to them?”

The beautiful ginger shakes her head from side to side, signifying her answer before she even has a chance to verbally give it.

“No, I didn’t listen.  I ignored them.  I ignored them because I was stubborn and thought my idea was sound.  The truth of the matter was that I was blinded by anger and rage, anger at my supposed fans and fake friends on the IWC roster who had turned their backs on me.  The fans never cared, and the IWC roster?  Well they never lifted a finger to help when I had been kidnapped.  None of them voiced their concern or gratitude when I had returned.  Yes, I was angry, and that anger blinded me.  I also felt rage, rage directed at Abigail Lindsey who had known that Kimberly Williams had kidnapped me and took my place but she didn’t lift a finger to help me.  That rage blinded me.”

“I was so angry and so full of rage that I was willing to do anything to get the spotlight that I felt I rightfully deserved, the respect from my peers, and revenge against Abigail Lindsey.  So I joined The Good Movement, because they promised me all of that and then some.  But did they deliver?”

Jones shakes her head. “No…and not only did Ethan Von Aaron and his Good Movement fail to deliver on their promises to me, but I went from being someone with at least some dignity to a glorified cheerleader chanting GOOD at the drop of a fucking hat.  And when I wasn’t chanting GOOD I was busy being a patsy for The Sinistry.  The same Sinistry led by Ba’al, who had continually screwed me out of title opportunities in my first several months in this company.”

“Why did I do it?” Phoenix shrugs her shoulders and shakes her head in confusion. “That’s a good question!  All I know is that Ethan kept telling me that an alliance with Sinistry would ultimately prove beneficial for The Good Movement.”

“Looking back I realize how stupid I was.  What’s beneficial for The Good Movement was never beneficial for me.  It was always about putting Ethan or Alana in the spotlight and never once did I get the spotlight that I was promised or any of the title opportunities I rightfully deserved.”

A half grin forms upon her face. “Funny thing is, out of all of those people who tried to help me…my mother, my aunt, my sister, Jackson Adams…out of all of them, it was actually just one person, the unlikeliest of people, who tore that veil from my eyes and helped me see the light.”

“Thank you, Vanilla Skyy.”

Jones nods her head. “That’s right, Vanilla Skyy is responsible for me seeing the light, she is responsible for me seeing t he truth, for revealing to me that Samantha Hodgson, Ethan Von Aaron, and The Good Movement never once gave a damn about me.  For four damn months and two pay per view offerings we tried to destroy one another.  Blood was spilled and violence galore was the status quo and at the end of the day I couldn’t beat you without the…unwanted help…of Jackson Adams, and you won round two by exposing my weakness, namely Samantha Hodgson.”

Again she chuckles lightly. “I look forward to round three, since it’s all tied up.”

“When Upping The Ante was all said and done, and I walked away the loser, knowing that there was a good chance our rivalry was over, I had to ask myself, during these four months, where the hell was my back up?  Vanilla, you had Darko at your disposal if you had wanted him, and I should’ve been able to have Ethan as back up or Alana as back up, or even Kordy and Polly as back up…”

“…I’ll get to you in a moment, Polly…”

“…but they were nowhere to be seen.  I was alone.  Well, virtually alone.  Samantha Hodgson was there but she proved to do more harm than good.” She points a long slender carefully manicured finger at the camera. “So it was you, Vanilla, that ultimately opened my eyes and made me realize that I needed to ditch The Good Movement for something else.  I needed to find someone else who would give me what I wanted, who would help me to achieve my goals.”

“I found Silas Mason and with Silas Mason I found a man who recognizes my talent.  I found a man who knows how to guide athletes to world championships.  I found a man who would make sure that I got my title opportunities and the spotlight that should’ve been mine a long damn time ago.”

“Silas Mason is the IWC Manager of the Year.  Why have Ethan ‘Second Best’ Von Aaron when I can have the single greatest manager in professional wrestling watching my back?”

The ginger carefully removes her sunglasses and tosses them to the side.  “Can you answer that question for me, Polly?  I find it highly ironic because out of all of the Good Movement lackeys running around, perhaps you are the only one who actually recognizes that Ethan is a pathetic idiot.  Perhaps you are the only one who knows and understands that my words are the gospel truth.”

“You WERE the IWC World Tag Team Champion.  You WERE the GCW Television Champion.  Now you’re just a lackey, helping Ethan with whatever crazy plan he cooks up from time to time.  You help out Alana Starr.  You help out Sinistry whenever Ethan says it benefits The Good Movement.  But you never help yourself.  You never look out for number one.”

“Looking out for number one is the most important aspect of this game, Polly.  I wonder if you really are as pathetically dumb as Ethan because you haven’t figured that out yet.  And don’t try and sell me the garbage about how you can’t get away from The Good Movement.  Anyone can.  Kordy did. Kordy WAS an IWC World Tag Team Champion with you…oh but wait, she became IWC Evolution Champion the moment she quit listening to that moron Von Aaron.”

“Let’s be honest with one another, honey, the only thing that Ethan is GOOD at is keeping the X Class Championship around Alana’s waist and, truth be told, she doesn’t need his help to do that.  Kordy upgraded and became Evolution Champion.  I upgraded as well and who knows what the future now holds for me?”

Jones sighs, shakes her head while “tsk, tsk” sounds.  “It’s sad, because you are being wasted.  Let’s face it, you may not be playing for a losing team.  After all, it appears as if victory for Ethan is feeding Alana’s ego and making sure she remains champion.  If that’s the case then yes, The Good Movement are all winners.  But where does that leave you?”

“You’ll be remembered as the nameless Good Movement lackey.  That’s how champions are treated in Ethan’s world.  You and Kordy were champions.  But once you lost the belts he almost immediately quit caring.  And you were put right back to work maintaining Alana Starr’s X Class title reign.  The same will hold for your newest member Tina Valentine.  If and when she loses her Queen of the Ring title, Ethan will quit caring, he will not lift a finger to help her win it back, and instead he will make her help Alana keep her title or help him get into Rachel Frost’s pants.”

“You are a goon, Polly.  You are a minion.  You are nothing more than cannon fodder.  It took me a long time to figure that out and when I did I left.  I packed up and left the reservation.  Now you can stay on the reservation all you like but understand that you will never ever be accepted in this industry or respected by your peers.”

Jones motions to herself with both hands. “As for me, I went out and found someone who actually can make a difference, someone who does not view me as just a lackey.  I found Silas Mason, a man who has already guided Brittany Lohan and Harmony Fisher to a world tag title reign and my mother to three world title reigns just to name a few of his successes.”

“I’m through helping other people succeed.  I am going to start making damn sure I succeed and that success starts on New Age and, unfortunately for you, it will involve me beating the holy hell out of you.”

“I never wanted a war with The Good Movement.  I thought I had made it perfectly clear with Ethan that I wanted to leave on good terms.  But he and his cheerleaders have decided to poke a mean bitch a sharp stick and this bitch isn’t going to just take it.  I don’t have the time nor the patience to deal with you idiots.  I don’t want to deal with you idiots.  I am going to fight this one match against you Polly and that’s it.  After that’s through I refuse to fight anyone in The Good Movement.”

She cups her ear with her hand. “Do you hear that, IWC?  I refuse to fight anyone else in The Good Movement after I am done with Polly.  Fine me, suspend me, I don’t care, but another fight with them isn’t going to happen because I have more important issues to deal with.”

“The Good Movement is IRRELEVANT to me!  Do you understand what I am saying?  They are IRRELEVANT!  I want to eradicate the cancer of Abigail Lindsey…Serenity…or whatever the hell she calls herself, I want to eradicate her from existence!  I refuse to be bothered by a bunch of cheerleaders who are whining because I left their little sissy squad.”

“I am done with The Good Movement and I will put an exclamation point on my involvement with that little group by sending Polly Norah’s broken, bloodied body back to Ethan on a stretcher.   I will send Ethan a strong message through his little bitch minion.”

Marie laughs lightly. “You DO have potential Polly, I give you that.  You have potential that will always go untapped because Ethan doesn’t give a shit about you.  He only uses you to do his dirty work or be his messenger girl.  And that’s all you will be for me at New Age.  You will be the person who delivers my message to Ethan, through your destruction you will carry that message.  Oh yeah, and there’s one other thing you will be at New Age…”

She smirks knowingly. “…my bitch.”

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