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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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