Sunday, May 3, 2015

What Is The Purpose?



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Off Camera
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It is a bright and sunny day outside in Dallas, Texas, the city that shall play host to one-quarter of SCW’s Best of the Best Tournament.  Jessica Lasiewicz, a native of Boston, Massachusetts, has no problem making the trek down to Dallas, Texas.  To be honest, she has looked forward to getting away from not only the bitter cold of Boston but also of the familiar familial relationships that haunt her, that continue to plague her each and every day.

Angelica Jones, Jessica’s famous mother, claims that the Jones Family is united stronger than ever before.  That is only a partial truth.  The Jones Family is indeed united in the sense that they are not feuding and fighting amongst themselves any longer.  But to say that they are strongly united would be a great exaggeration to say the very least.  For Angelica Jones, the matriarch of the family, has sided with Silas Mason and Silas World.  Marie Annabelle Jones, Angelica’s oldest daughter and Jessica’s sister, has also joined with Silas Mason.

Therein lies the problem; Jessica Lasiewicz is firmly against their allegiance to Silas Mason.  Jessica is convinced that Silas Mason is a cancer and will do nothing but hurt their careers and thus Jessica, being the concerned daughter and sister that she is, wants nothing more than to protect her family in any way she can.  She wants to pull them away from Silas World, she wants show them the light, so to speak.

That’s easier said than done, especially when it seems as if Angelica and Marie are both drunk with the Silas World kool-aid.

Unfortunately for young Jessica, there are few things she can do to get through to her family.  Her options are truly limited.  The best she can hope to do, at this point, is perhaps to quit beating the dead horse and move on to the next best thing…

…winning.

Sometimes success is the best evidence that you’re right.  Angelica won world championships shortly after siding with Silas and only recently has her luck taken a different turn.  Perhaps if she saw Jessica succeed without the assistance of anyone, let alone without the assistance of a snake in the grass like Silas Mason, then perhaps Angelica will come to her sense?  Angelica can only hope.  And the upcoming Best of the Best Tournament is the perfect opportunity for Jessica to showcase her talents and skills for the entire world to see.

It will be quite a challenge for the Polish-American warrior to overcome.  Tournaments are difficult enough, requiring a great deal of endurance and fortitude, but Jessica may not even get out of the first round, having to deal with the likes of Chris Cannon.

She did NOT get a good draw.  Cannon is tough, real tough, and Jessica will clearly have to be on top of her game if she hopes to overcome him and advance to the next rounds of the tournament.

Winning Best of the Best, however, isn’t the only way Jessica figures that she can hopefully make some sort of headway with her family.  After all, Angelica Jones and Marie Annabelle Jones are not the only ones willing and open to talking.

There is, of course, Kelly Jones, Jessica’s younger sister.

Angelica Jones has three daughters; Marie whose father is Sean Williams, Jessica whose father is Andreas Lasiewicz, and then Kelly whose father is Sean McBride.  Kelly was the youngest of the three children and, perhaps, the most innocent of them all, not having been influenced as much by the poison of the industry as Marie and Jessica had been.

Jessica Lasiewicz offered to take Kelly with her to Dallas for Best of the Best, all on the premise of spending more time with her sister.  That isn’t entirely false.  Jessica does not spend as much time with Kelly as she does with Marie and she wants to change that.  But the truth is, she wants to get Kelly alone  and pick her brain.

Angelica was more than willing to allow it, considering she has her own Best of the Best Tournament Matches to deal with.  The less distractions the better.

And so Jessica and her sister Kelly step out onto the poolside area of their hotel.  Jessica dressed in her black bikini and flip flops, carrying a beach towel, is out in front and Kelly, dressed in a one-piece red swimsuit and flip flops, carrying her own beach towel, is bringing up the rear.

“Gotta say Jess,” Kelly begins with a cheerful tone in her voice “I am so glad you and I are spending time together.”

“Oh really?”

“Uh-huh,” Kelly nods her head “for starters, I do NOT like Seattle and considering mom is going to be there for this stupid tournament thingy, it just doesn’t work out for me.  Besides, I always liked Texas.  Cowboys and stuff are cool.”

Jessica cannot help but crack a grin as she listens to her younger sister go on and on with her rant.  She realizes how much she has missed by not spending time with Kelly.  She really is a cool person to be around.

“Cowboys are cool?”


“Yes they are!” Kelly exclaims. “Well at least their hats are…”

Jessica chuckles. “I’ll be sure to buy you a cowboy hat before we leave.”

Much to Jessica’s surprise, the two sisters have the pool to themselves; at least as of right now.  Jessica will not waste this opportunity.  Immediately she finds a nice spot by the pool and drapes her towel down on it.  Jessica then dives into the pool.  Quickly she comes up for air and looks over at her sister Kelly, who is already following suit in placing her towel down but instead of diving into the pool, she is lying down on the towel.

“You’re not going to come in?”

“Nah!” Kelly responds. “I’d rather get some sun.”

“You didn’t exactly wear the proper swimsuit for sunning…”

Kelly stares daggers through Jessica. “Hush!”

Jessica giggles as she herself does a few backstrokes. “You don’t have to be ashamed of your body, Kel…you have a nice figure.”

Kelly smiles. “You think so?”

“I know so.” Jessica says, swimming to the edge of the pool and then coming up to nod her head in approval. “I bet those other teenage guys who gave you the eye know so too.”

Kelly blushes furiously.  “Shut up!”

“What?  Is that the other reason you wanted to come to Dallas?” Jessica teases. “To see the Texas boys?”

“No, that’s NOT it!” Kelly insists.

“Then what is it?” Jessica asks as she begins to take another lap around the pool.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” Kelly remarks.

“Why not?”

“You teased me.”

“Oh c’mon, Kel!” Jessica insists. “I’m sorry for teasing you.”

Kelly sighs. “Still, I’d rather not say…”

“Why not?!”  Jessica insists.

“You might get angry.”

“I promise not to get angry.”

Kelly looks over at her sister, still making her laps in the pool, rather skeptically.  Nevertheless she lets out a sigh and nods her head in agreement.

“Fine…I’d rather be here with you than with mom because I don’t want to be around Silas World all the time.”

“Huh?”

Jessica stops dead in her tracks.  Immediately she begins to swim across the pool and towards her sister.  Eventually The Morning Star makes it to the edge of the pool where she pulls herself out, clearly deciding that now is the time to end this exercise.  Young Lasiewicz picks up her towel and begins to dry herself off.

“Repeat that?”

Kelly shakes her head. “I knew you’d be mad.”

“Did I say I was angry?” Jessica asks, sounding a little frustrated. “I just want you to repeat what you just said.”

Kelly sighs. “I said I don’t like being around mom’s Silas World pals.”

Jessica places her towel back down on the ground.  She smiles down at her sister. “Good to hear.”

“Yeah, I know you don’t like Silas World.  You don’t have to give me your spill because I agree with you.”

Jessica ruffles Kelly’s hair. “Nice to know at least you have a good head on your shoulders, kiddo.”

Jessica lies back down on the towel. Kelly turns over onto her stomach. “It’s just a damn shame…”

Jessica looks over at Kelly. “Language.”

Kelly rolls her eyes. “It’s a darn shame…better?”

“Better.”

“It’s a DARN shame that mom thinks she needs Silas Mason’s help to get ahead in this industry.  And it’s a darn shame that Lindsey had to be the one to put that idea into her head.”

“I know, right…” Jessica pauses suddenly “…what did you just say?”

Kelly frowns, realizing what she just said. “Um….oops?”

Jessica shakes her head. “No, it’s too late.  You said something.  Now spill.”

“Look, don’t go ballistic on her, ok?  Don’t go all Morning Star on her, ok?  But…” Kelly nods her head “…yes, Lindsey kinda sorta manipulate mom into firing Samantha Hodgson and hiring Silas Mason.”

Jessica rolls her eyes. “Great…get rid of Hitler only to pick up Stalin.”

“Don’t get mad at Lindsey.” Kelly begs.  “Please?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t get mad.” Jessica smiles evilly. “But we are going to have a little chat.”

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Scene 2
Off Camera
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It is nighttime just outside of a bar in Dallas, Texas.  You could expect to see any number of people here except for one individual and that is the beautiful woman exiting the bar at this point in time, wearing  tight little black dress and strappy heels….

…Lindsey Carter, the wife of Angelica Jones.

Why is it unexpected to see her here in Dallas, Texas tonight?  Simply because her wife Angelica is competing in Seattle.  But Lindsey, being the head of a multi-national corporation, has some business to take care of in Texas.  And then, much to her pleasant surprise, she received a text message from Jessica Lasiewicz, Angelica’s middle child, asking her to meet her at this bar.

If she’s here in Texas anyway, why not come meet her?   She still has plenty of time to catch her private jet back to Seattle in time to see Angelica compete.

Unfortunately for Lindsey, she seemed to come up short.  It seemed as if Jessica stood her up as she waited…and waited…and waited some more and the young Lasiewicz never showed.  So Lindsey shot her a text back, telling her she waited for her and that she decided to leave.  It’s getting late, too late for her to stay out, anyway.  There is no telling what could happen this late at night.

Or who might strike…

Lindsey spots her long black limousine waiting on her.  She walks to the back and opens up the door and steps inside, shutting the door behind her.

“Ok, driver, just take me back to my hotel…”

“Not yet.”

Lindsey recognizes that voice.  The doors lock and before she can do anything the individual in the driver’s seat turns around.  It’s none other than Jessica Lasiewicz herself.  The young black haired beauty has a sinister grin on her face as she stares daggers right through the heart and soul of Lindsey Carter.

“Jessica?!” Lindsey laughs uneasily, shocked to find her here. “What on earth is this?  Some kind of joke?!”

Jessica shakes her head. “No joke, Lindsey.  This is very, VERY real.”

Lindsey still isn’t grasping the whole severity of the situation.  Or perhaps she just doesn’t want to?  Lindsey, after all, doesn’t quite know Jessica or her father quite as well as Angelica does.   This may not be in line with how a Jones operates, but this is completely in line with the Lasiewicz mode of operation.

“Seriously, Jessie, what’s wrong?” Lindsey asks. “First you stand me up, then you pop up in here?”

Carter tries to get out by unlocking the doors but, with the push of a button, Jessica locks all the doors back again.  Lindsey looks on incredulously.

“What are you doing?!”

“You still do not grasp the fact that you…are not…in control.” Jessica motions to herself. “I am in control.”

“What the hell do you mean?” Lindsey demands. “Where is my driver?!”

“Oh he’ll come back soon enough.” Jessica snickers. “Money talks, Linds.  You should hire a more trustworthy and honest limousine service.”

Lindsey begins to grow more and more flustered by the moment as this tense situation progresses.

“What’s your problem, Jessica?”

She points a long slender finger at Lindsey. “My problem…is you…”

“Huh?”

Jessica nods her head. “I know, Lindsey. I know everything…”

“Know what?”

“I know all about how you couldn’t stand Samantha Hodgson.  I know how you manipulated my mother by lying to her into FIIRNG Samantha Hodgson and thus instead signing on with Silas Mason.”

“Oh…” Lindsey’s voice trails off momentarily “…that…”

“Yes, that,” Jessica sneers “I know all about that and what I want to know from you is why?”

Lindsey shakes her head, clearly upset. “Look, there is a reason for everything, Jessie, and you may not understand it now, but I know I was right in getting your mother away from Samantha Hodgson.”

“But is she any better off with Silas Mason?  Answer that.”

“I…I can’t…”

Jessica shakes her head with disappointment. “Didn’t think so.  Now I’m going to tell you what I intend to do…I fully intend to convince my mother, by any means necessary, that she should drop Silas Mason like a ton of bricks.  I will fix this mess that you created.”

“What if you can’t?”

Jessica frowns. “You had just better pray that I can because if I can’t, then my rage will be directed towards you…you are not family, you may be my mother’s wife but you are NOT family to me in any way shape or form and I feel no connection towards you, thus I will feel NO guilt as a result of anything I do to you.  So yes, just pray that I am successful in tearing mother away from Silas World, because if I cannot destroy that relationship…”

She points a finger at Lindsey “….then I destroy you.”



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Jessica Lasiewicz
On Camera
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Best of the Best…some may say that’s an appropriate name for such a star-studded tournament.  I find it ironic, mainly because everyone claims to be The Best of the Best.  Everyone.  From Kennedy Street to Havok Warrior Exodus, every single SCW superstar lays claim to being the best wrestler on the planet.

If Kennedy loses, she’ll still claim to be the best and she has that fancy gold belt that seemingly proves it.  But to be perfectly frank, almost everyone in this tournament, no matter what city they are starting out in, no matter who they are, will no doubt still consider themselves the best even after this tournament concludes, even if they fall flat on their face.

It’s the infamous pro-wrestling ego.  Damn near every professional wrestler in this industry has one.  You about have to have an ego in order to survive.  So will this Best of the Best Tournament really settle anything?  It’s doubtful.  I hate to say it, but that’s just me being realistic, ladies and gentlemen.

So why, then, are we doing this?  What purpose doing this sports spectacle serve other than bragging rights and ego?

The answer is simple: trying to prove that you are the best is the purpose of this sport. It always has been, it always will be until it ceases to exist.  Professional wrestling is and always will be a sport of ego, a sport of proving that you are justified in having an ego, and the only way to justify one’s own ego is to put down everyone else.

I’m a different cookie.  I march to the beat of a different drummer.  I always have.  Back in the Independent Wrestling Cartel, they were pushing me into the Queen of the Ring Championship division, a title I had no desire to win.  Hell, I had no desire to win ANY championships at the time.  And yet I won it.  I won the IWC Queen of the Ring Championship.

Now I am in Supreme Championship Wrestling and yet again my purpose is far different those of the other superstars on the roster and that, no doubt, separates me from my competition in Best of the Best.  I look at those in the Dallas Brackets and certain names pop up.

Regan Street sold her soul for the promise of potentially becoming champion.

Kennedy Street is already world champion and will do anything to keep it.

Chris Cannon, my first round opponent, is a former title holder himself and would love to get back on top.

Me?  I am here for one reason and one reason only and that is to show my mother and sister the error of their ways.  My purpose is to take the relationship between Silas Mason and the Jones Family and burn it to the fucking ground.

I have tried the traditional methods.  I have tried to be reasonable.  But clearly the traditional methods are not working, clearly my mother is not listening and neither is my sister.  But I refuse to give up.  If they won’t hear my words then perhaps they will sit up and pay attention to my actions.  If I cannot accomplish my goals peacefully then I’ll burn everything down on my way towards accomplishing my goal.

I have seen war and I hate war but unfortunately peace is oftentimes ignored.  Action is heard louder than words and if action is what is required, then action is what the world will get.

I will march through the Best of the Best Tournament, one by damn one, by damn one, beginning with Chris Cannon and continuing with whoever the hell else may get in my way.  I do not guarantee victory, but I guarantee that you will sit up and take notice of me, you will sit up and take notice of Jessica Lasiewicz.  I guarantee that when I am through here in Dallas, Texas, you will all know that The Morning Star is to be respected…

…and feared.

For me this isn’t about bragging rights, this is about making a damn statement.

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