Mistaken Identity: Act 1

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Marie Jones

On Camera

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You know what bothers me about tag team wrestling?  I have to carry people on my back and I barely get any respect from my tag team partners.

Case in point, back in Global Division of Wrestling it was me who led the Hidden Desires faction to greatness.  I carried the likes of Samantha Raine and Brittany Lohan on my back towards world tag team titles and even singles titles for our group.  In IWC I led Brittany Lohan to the IWC World Tag Team Titles and from there she sabotaged me at every turn until she finally cost me the belts!

I really do hope Wicked Intent thanked Brittany Lohan for GIVING them those tag team titles…

Oh but now the chance is before me to reclaim those world tag team titles that had been stolen from me.  Unfortunately, once again, I have to carry someone on my back.

Do your job, Blaze, and together we will destroy Davids and Savior.  Do your job and we will become world tag team champions.  But if you don’t do your job, then a pissed off Silas Mason will be the least of your concerns…

…you will have to deal with me.

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Mistaken Identity

Act 1

Off Camera

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Marie Annabelle Jones and Kimberly Williams are half-sisters.  They have different mothers but shared the same father, Sean Williams.  Despite the fact that they are blood related, the two women have not always had the greatest of relationships.  Sean Williams obsessed over the Jones Family and his oldest daughter Marie and that obsession just made Kimberly jealous and started a war, a war that lasted long after Sean Williams himself had died from a gunshot wound to the head courtesy of Angelica Jones, Marie’s mother.

This war between the Jones Family and the ever-so-jealous Kimberly Williams would become a war that would drag anyone and everyone associated with the Jones Family into the crossfire.  Kimberly tried to injure Marie Annabelle Jones on her own but that didn’t work.  Kimberly tried to form a faction to take out the Jones Family.  That didn’t work.  Kimberly even tried to assume Marie’s identity and that failed as well.

Now, after three times at bat and three times striking out, it seems as if Kimberly Williams has finally made peace with the Jones Family; or at the very least she has made peace with the fact that she cannot destroy the Jones Family.  And while she may still despite Jessica Lasiewicz, Angelica Jones, and Kayla Jones, there is still one Jones with whom a relationship is salvageable…

…her half-sister, Marie Annabelle Jones.

It wasn’t long until Marie and Kim found that they actually agreed on a great many things.  One big thing that the sisters agree on is that their father made an absolute mockery of himself and the Williams name by targeting the Jones Family as obsessively as he did.  They agreed that they were not going to be like him.  They agreed that they were going to be better than him.  Destroying the Jones Family was not the goal any longer.  The goal now was simple: dominate the wrestling world, specifically the Independent Wrestling Cartel.

Kimberly watched as her sister, the young Phoenix, would first hook up with Ethan Von Aaron and learn some dirty tricks of the trade from him.  Then she would ditch him and hook up with Silas Mason, quite possibly the greatest con-man and snake in pro-wrestling today.  Kimberly was quite pleased to see that Marie was thinking about herself for once and that she was thinking of ways to try and further her own career, even if it meant selling out to Silas Mason.  The way Kimberly saw it, after all, was that Marie’s success meant good things for Silas Mason and so he would make certain that she was in prime position to succeed.  Why not utilize the resources Silas Mason had to offer?

Winning was all that mattered.

Kimberly, though, knew that while Marie now had the right objective and also had a great resource in the form of Silas Mason on her side, that she was also still lacking in one key area: a killer instinct.  Kimberly hooked up with Marie and offered to teach her that killer instinct.

Under Kimberly’s tutelage Marie managed to tie with Serenity for second place in the Last Stand Rumble and main event Invictus II.  Marie won the IWC World Tag Team Titles with Brittany Lohan.  Now Marie is the number one contender for the IWC Uprising World Championship and has an opportunity at Uprising 4 to become number one contender to the world tag team titles yet again.

Publicly, Marie will give all credit for her success to Silas Mason.  Privately, she knows a great majority of this success goes to the advice and the training she has received as of late from her half-sister Kimberly Williams.

Few know about the relationship Marie has with Kimberly Williams.  Everyone knows that they are friendly, but few actually realize that Kimberly is helping her to the extent that she is.  Silas himself doesn’t even realize how much of an impact Kimberly is having upon Marie Annabelle Jones, his Crown Jewel.  To maintain their privacy, the two women usually meet in secluded places, or places no one would expect to find them.

This is why we find Marie Annabelle Jones stepping through the entrance of a bar, a rather seedy bar at that.  Kimberly Williams is not your upper class ritzy lady, so you might expect to find her here, but Marie is someone who enjoys the finer things in life.  You would not expect to find her at this run down bar.

The lovely red-head is wearing blue jeans, black boots, a black “Phoenix Fan” t-shirt (get yours today at IWCShop.com) and a black leather jacket.  Her long red hair hangs down straight, coming just below her shoulder blades.  The ginger stops and looks around the bar, trying to spot her sister…

..and there she is, in the back, at a table, all alone.

Marie Annabelle Jones glides through the mass of drunkards and lowlifes until she finally makes her way to the back of the bar, to her half-sister’s table.  Marie pulls up a chair and sits down.

“About time.” Kimberly scolds.

“I’m sorry.” Marie answers with sincerity in her voice. “I had a hard time finding a babysitter for little Sean.”

Sean Connor Jones is Marie’s son, still a toddler.  Few outside of the family know about him as Marie tries to keep him a secret.  It is partly due to shame, as little Sean was fathered by a rapist.  Marie didn’t want to give up little Sean, even though he came about due to rape.  And yet, the shame remains.

Marie’s biggest concern with him is, and always will be, that he will have to grow up without a father figure to look up to and to model himself after.  Boyfriends have come and gone in Marie’s life but none have quite measured up.  Marie is now beginning to believe that he will never have any father figure in his life.

“How is my little nephew?” Kim asks with a grin.

“As wild as ever.”

“Sounds he takes after his Aunt Kim!” Williams answers as she takes a sip of her beer.

“Let’s hope he only has your good qualities and not the bad ones.”

“I have bad qualities?” Kim asks, feigning innocence.

“Damn right you do.”

“Hey, I’m not totally bad.” Kim begins. “I have been helping you lately with your wrestling career.  How did Extreme Fury turn out, by the way?”

A smug grin forms across Marie’s face. “You are looking at the number one contender to the IWC Uprising World Championship.”

“See?  What’d I tell you?” Kim says victoriously. “You just let that cowboy of yours Silas Mason handle the legalities of it all, and you let me deal with getting you in the right frame of mind to maim these bitches on live television.”

A waitress walks over to the table and looks down at Marie. “May I get you something to drink?”

“Just a glass of water, thanks.”

The waitress nods and she walks off to fill the order.  Kimberly snickers.

“Not feeling wild tonight?”

Marie shrugs her shoulders. “I had thought about it, but, to be honest, I need to remain sober…and focused…”

Kimberly frowns. “For what reason?”

“You must not have heard about the latest pile of bullshit Drew Bryant is trying to pull with me.”

Kimberly rolls her eyes. “What now?”

“I have to team with that idiot Amanda Blaze on the next Uprising in a tag team contender’s match.”

“Tag team contender’s match?” Kimberly asks. “As in the tag titles?”

Marie nods her head. “That’s right…”

“And who are your opponents?”

“Chris Davids and Christian Savior.”

The waitress returns to the table with a glass of water in hand.  She sets it down in front of Marie.  The ginger thanks her before taking a sip of the water.  Kimberly watches her, and then shakes her head.

“I honestly don’t see a problem, Marie.”

“You don’t see a problem with me having to team with that idiot Amanda Blaze?!”

“No, Marie, I don’t.” Kim shakes her head. “Seriously, you have a capable tag team partner in Blaze, you have an opportunity to get yet another title shot, and your opponents can’t be at one hundred percent, not with the hell Savior went through in hell in a cell and after Chris Davids got electrocuted in the electric chair match.  Bryant has practically handed you the tag titles on a silver platter.”

“That all may be true, but consider the last time I was IWC World Tag Team Champion?”

Kimberly sighs. “I remember…”

“My own tag team partner, Brittany Lohan, screwed me out of the belts!” She pounds her fist on the table.  “Amanda Blaze will do the same!”

“Not if you keep your cool.”

“What?!”

Kimberly grins. “I hate to say it, but with Lohan you provoked her to screw you out of the belts.  Amanda Blaze IS inferior to you, I agree with you on that, but she can easily hold up her end of the bargain.  She can do her job and as long as she does her job, and you do your job, then you two will easily defeat Davids and Savior to become number one contenders to the IWC World Tag Team Titles.  It’s that simple.”

“That simple?”

“That simple.”

It isn’t long until both Kimberly and Marie get that strange feeling as if they are being watched.  A quick glance to the right confirms that strange feeling as they spot a young man with scruffy hair over by the bar, wearing jeans, a plaid shirt, and a vest standing up, casting glances at the two women…

…or more specifically, at Marie.

“Don’t look now, Marie,” Kimberly teases “but it looks like you have an admirer!”

“Shut it!” Marie scolds quietly.

Nevertheless she keeps her eyes away from the man, hoping that she can just avoid eye contact and he’ll go away.  No such luck, though, as yet another look over to the right shows that this young man has now placed some cash into the hand of the bartender and is pointing right at Marie.

“Great…”

“Don’t complain.” Kim commands. “You’re about to get a free drink.”

“Oh gee, that makes me feel sooooo much better!”

Kimberly can’t help but laugh at her half-sister’s dilemma and Marie, meanwhile, is trying to think of a way to put this man down gently and get him away.  It isn’t long until a waitress arrives at Marie and Kim’s table with the drink in her hand. She places it in front of Marie.  The irritated Phoenix just glares up at the waitress.

“I didn’t order this.”

“I know.” The waitress points to the man in plaid at the bar. “It’s from him.”

Marie knew this already.  She glares daggers at the man in plaid, who smiles cheerfully and waves back at her.  Jones looks up at the waitress and nods.

“Thank you.”

The waitress walks away.  Jones then takes the shot glass and downs it one gulp and slams it down onto the table.  She shoots right up out of her chair, much to the surprise of Kimberly.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to speak to my admirer.”

Kimberly snickers. “Get him, tiger.”

“Shut up.”

With that, Marie Annabelle Jones begins to walk over towards the bar area, making a beeline towards the young man who just bought her a drink.  This seems too perfect, almost as if he planned it, for when she gets there she notices that there is a stool free at the bar right next to him.  She ignores the coincidence and sits down on the stool next to him.

“Thanks for the drink, but I wasn’t thirsty.”

“Strange, you seemed like you were when you downed it as quick as you did.” He points out.

“I don’t always get drinks from strange men.” Marie states. “And I prefer to have some alcohol in my system before meeting one in some seedy bar.”

“Yeah, I don’t normally do that, actually.” The man says, chuckling lightly. “But when I saw you, I just couldn’t stop myself.”

Jones is used to those kinds of actions, not just from men, but from women as well.  As a pro-wrestler in the Independent Wrestling Cartel, Marie Annabelle Jones is known quite well, at least in the wrestling community.  Granted she may not be as big a celebrity as a Tom Cruise or Jennifer Aniston but she is known by a large fan base of individuals who love professional wrestling.  People who want to talk to her, or get her autograph, will do this and other, much stranger, things to try and get her attention.

“Well I’m sorry,” Marie starts, trying her best to remain polite “but I am not giving autographs.”

“Autographs?” The man chuckles. “That’s funny…”

Marie blinks curiously. “Funny?  What’s funny about it?!”

“You giving out autographs.”

Marie sneers. “Once again, what’s so funny about it?!”

The man cannot stop himself from laughing now and his laughing only serves to anger and frustrate Marie more and more.  And yet, what comes out of his mouth next is the real shocker that bowls her over…

“I apologize, Sister Kimberly, I didn’t realize you had a sense of humor!”

“Well you should’ve…” Marie’s voice trails off “…wait a minute…Sister Kimberly?”

“Yes, I didn’t recognize you at first without your clerical gear on but after getting a closer look at you in the face it was clear.”

Marie stares at this young man for an indeterminate amount of time.  She studies him, trying to figure him out.  Who is he and why did he refer to her as Sister Kimberly?

And then it hits her like a ton of bricks.

Over a year ago she was kidnapped by Kimberly Williams and brainwashed into thinking she was Sister Kimberly Williams, a nun at a Catholic Church.  It was part of Kimberly’s plot then to assume Marie’s identity and for Marie herself to fade away into nothingness.  But thanks to Jessica Lasiewicz, Marie was rescued and returned to her life.  Later on, much later, Marie and Kimberly would reconcile their differences.

Yet Marie still remembers her time serving as a nun at that church.  Even if it was for a brief period and even if she thought she was someone else, she remembers the interactions she had with people at that parish and the people she made friends with there.

“Arthur?  Arthur Pond?”

Arthur Pond worked at that church, mainly doing secretarial work, not a priest or deacon.  Marie remembers how he would often stare longingly at her and how he would flirt with her.  He tried to make sure it didn’t look like he was flirting with her but he usually failed.  And even back then, Marie thought he was kind of cute, but she knew that her oath as a nun kept her from having any relations with any man.

At least, she THOUGHT she was under an oath…

“Yeah, that’s me.” He nods his head. “So what brings you out here to a ‘seedy bar’ as you put it?”

Jones realizes that he only remembers her as a nun.  She also recalls that he quit his secretarial position at that church just shortly before she was rescued by Jessica Lasiewicz.  Seeing her twin over at the table potentially would raise up red flags but the ‘real’ Kimberly Williams has gone back to her natural black hair look.  She could easily throw Kimberly under the bus.  She could tell Arthur what Kimberly did. She could tell the truth.

But…

“Even us Sisters have to get out and have some fun once in awhile, right?” She winks.

“Hey, no argument from me,” Arthur responds “I mean, I’ve always felt you girls should get out and enjoy yourselves some, and y’know, while I do think you look absolutely gorgeous…”

“Why thank you.” Marie says in response to his compliment.

“…isn’t this against some convent code or nun code or something?”

Jones has to think fast because he’s right, appearing out of habit (the clothing) in a seedy bar such as this is no doubt against the rules.  It would be a scandal of epic proportions.  There is only one way she can think of to explain…

“It probably would be rather scandalous, but the thing is, I left the convent shortly after you quit.”

Not exactly a lie.

“Oh, well that’s interesting.” Arthur remarks. “Are you happy that you left?”

Marie nods her head. “Oh yes, definitely.  The life of a nun just wasn’t for me.  It was too rigid.  Too strict.  I needed to let loose and enjoy myself.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that, Sister Kimberly…”

“Kimberly.” Marie answers back. “Just call me Kimberly now, or Kim.”

He nods. “Right, Kim…anyway, I’m glad to hear you say that, Kim, because you were gorgeous even in that long flowing habit and I’m not sure if you could tell, but I had a crush on you.”

Marie giggles lightly. “Oh I could tell…”

Arthur’s face turns red as a beet. “Yeah…I wasn’t very subtle, was I?”

“No, you weren’t.” Marie shakes her head. “But it’s ok.  Now you don’t have to be subtle.  And neither do I.”

Marie reaches over to Arthur’s shirt pocket and snatches his pen.  She takes a white napkin and uses it to write her cell phone number.  She then hands the napkin and the pen back to Arthur.

“Call me sometime.”

Marie gives him a wink before hopping up off of the stool and walking away.

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Kimberly Williams

On Camera

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Riddle me this, IWC…riddle me that…why is it that each and every one of you knuckleheaded boneheads go to the ring?  Why do you step into the squared circle?  If you tell me it’s for the fans then you are lying to me, to yourself, and to everyone else listening.  The fact is that the fans could care less whether or not you win or lose.  They just want to see wrestlers like my sister Marie, like her tag team partner Amanda Blaze, and like their opponents Chris Davids and Christian Savior, the fans want to see them put their health and well being on the line for their own sick and sadistic enjoyment.

Marie Annabelle Jones doesn’t step into the ring for the fans.  She learned a long time ago that doing anything f or the fans was a pointless endeavor.  The fans didn’t care about her, none of YOU cared about her, so why should she bother caring about anyone else?  In other words, she smartened up.  She learned how this business really works and she knows why she is really here and why she really steps into that squared circle and why she really puts her body on the line…

…to win.

This industry is all about winning and you do what you have to do to win.  If you don’t like Marie’s methods that she utilizes to secure the victory then too damn bad, quit your whining, and get used to seeing her succeed, get used to seeing her at the top, because she is going to continue doing things her way, she is going to continue to do whatever it takes to win, and she will continue to sky rocket to the top of IWC.

Just look at her, boys and girls…she is the number one contender to the IWC Uprising World Championship.  Was some  dirty backstage politics involved?  Perhaps.  But the fact is that SHE is the number one contender and YOU are not!

She also stands the chance of possibly earning a world tag team title shot.  Granted she has Amanda Blaze in her corner.  Granted they don’t get along that well.  But I know people like Amanda.  She is too proud to throw the match, too proud to tank.  She’ll do her job.  She’d just better do a good job because you can be damn sure that Marie will go above and beyond the call of duty to put down and take out Chris Davids and Christian Savior.

If everything works out, The Phoenix will once again be a world tag team champion.

Then she’ll go on to become Uprising World Champion.

All because she does whatever it takes to win.

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Crispy Critter & The Fake

On Camera

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Exquisite and luxurious elegance are just a few terms that could be used to describe the scene before us; a medium sized desk, brown and mahogany and on either side of the desk are large ferns, growing beautifully upward and outward.  This pricey desk is a few feet away from a large window overlooking the famed Big Apple, New York City, a city that is always on the move.  Thousands upon thousands of people live here and many famous, or infamous people and organizations call this city their headquarters.  Donald Trump and his Trump Tower or even the famed Madison Square Garden.  Just recently the Independent Wrestling Cartel's newest wrestling brand, Uprising, decided to make New York City its home.

This office where we are now situated is indeed just as elegant and luxurious as described.  It fits right in with the high life of New York City's finest and, just from outward appearances alone, you would expect that whoever owns this office is a wealthy and powerful individual indeed.

Clicking sounds are heard.  The observant listener would be able to tell that these are the sounds of high heels across a hard marble floor.  These high heel sounds get louder, indicating that the individual they belong to are getting closer.  It isn't long until we see the lovely red-headed ginger known and loved by some, but hated by most, as Marie Annabelle Jones, The Phoenix of professional wrestling and Silas Mason's Crown Jewel.

This rather arrogant young lady enters the scene wearing a tight sparkling black dress with a hemline that stops just above the knee, matching black high heeled pumps, and even sunglasses over her eyes.  Her long gorgeous red locks of silky straight hair are left to flow unrestrained until they stop just below the shoulders.  A smug grin is etched across her lovely features and, if we could see through those sunglasses, we would no doubt see the arrogance in her eyes as well.

“My name is Marie Annabelle Jones and I am The Crown Jewel of Silas World and The Crown Jewel of the Independent Wrestling Cartel, Silas said it and even Drew Bryant himself made that abundantly clear when he drafted me,” she holds up one single solitary finger “number one overall in the draft!  Number one ahead of the Riot Brand's world champion Serenity and even ahead of the Uprising brand's current two world champions Vanilla Skyy and Tina Valentine.  I'll get to them in a minute.”

“My name is Marie Annabelle Jones and I am The Phoenix, the woman who, just like the mythological bird, will not be kept down by adversity, but will rise back up, greater and more powerful than ever!”

She snickers knowingly. “Drew Bryant TRIED to hold me back, he TRIED everything in his power to ruin my IWC career.  But he failed...you failed, Drew, because not only am I still standing, but I am now the number one contender to the IWC Uprising World Championship!”

“I tried to tell you, Drew, but you just wouldn't listen.  I tried to tell you that this match between me and Ethan Von Aaron and Amanda Blaze was a joke.  It was a joke because first and foremost it started the show...”

The beautiful ginger shakes her head “...I am The Crown Jewel, I am YOUR number one overall draft pick, I am NOT a curtain jerker!  I do NOT open the show!  I am far more important than anyone else on the Extreme Fury card and far more deserving of a higher spot on the card.  And secondly, to add insult, you mock me by making it an X-Class contenders match?  I am a superstar!  I am a main eventer!  I am entitled, an elitist, and I am a ONE PERCENTER!  Nothing against the X-Class, but I deserve better!”

She points a long slender carefully manicured finger at the camera. “I told you that you could take that X-Class title shot and shove it up your ass because I didn't want it!  Once again, you and everyone else mocked me.  No one believed that I could deliver on my threat.”

Another laugh escapes her throat. “I love it when people underestimate me.  It makes my job all that much easier.  You see, Drew, what you and everyone else in IWC, especially these morons in the Uprising brand need to realize is that when you are challenging me, I always hold all of the cards, and I always have an ace up my sleeve named Silas Mason.”

“For the life of me I do not understand why my fellow wrestlers like Taylor Chase, Kelcey Wallace, and even my own mother Angelica Jones want to abandon Silas Mason.” Marie shrugs her shoulders. “I just don't get it!  So what if he has a mouth on him?  The way I look at it is he doesn't sugarcoat things.  But that's not what is important to me.  What is important to me is can he deliver upon his promise to make me a champion in IWC.”

“He already delivered once, guiding me to a world tag team championship with Brittany Lohan.  Now he's ready to deliver once again, as thanks to his brilliant legal maneuvering, that little X-Class contendership stipulation you came up with Drew, he got it changed to a WORLD championship contenders match and now, and now...”

She shuts her eyes and gazes upward, her arms spread out in a crucifix like pose.

“...and now I am number one contender to the IWC Uprising World Championship!”

Jones opens her eyes and lowers her arms. “The fans hate me for how I do business.  But I am better than them.  My colleagues, my fellow wrestlers, they hate me for 'disrespecting the business' with how I win my matches and get to where I am today.  But I don't give a damn what they think because I am from Boston, Massachusetts, a city of winners, a city that breeds champions.  We Boston natives know that you have to do whatever it takes to win, because winning is of the utmost importance, who gives a damn how you win, all that matters is that you win.  Just ask the greatest quarterback in the history of football Tom Brady.”

“You hate it too, don't you Drew?  You hate it that my agent, the greatest agent in all of pro-wrestling, out-maneuvered you and out-smarted you.  It must eat away at you seeing as the person you hate the most is now one step away from being world champion.”

Marie shakes her head. “You shouldn't hate it.  In fact, you should be on your hands and knees THANKING ME!  Let's face it, Extreme Fury was rather bad for business, wasn't it?  You were supposed to crown a world champion but you failed...”

She holds up two finger “...instead you crowned two world champions because your officials are schizophrenic idiots who can't make a simple damn decision!  Now you have controversy, you have two people who claim to be world champion, and that is bad for business because you do not have a clear flag bearer for the Uprising Brand.”

“But have no fear, Drew!  Your number one draft pick and Crown Jewel is here to save the day!  I am already the number one contender to the world title and hell, as your number one overall draft pick, everyone knows I'm the flag bearer of the Uprising brand anyway!  I am the only reason people show up to IWC Uprising!  Any match with me in it equals ratings and everyone knows it!  I am the leader of this brand and you have myself and, of courses, Silas Mason to thank for it!”

“Oh but my brilliant leadership and accomplishments are far from over.” She shakes her head. “Again, thanks to the guidance of Silas, I am now in position to earn a tag title shot, I am in a position to win back titles I never should have lost in the first place, but we won't go there.  Instead we look to the future.  We look towards me carrying Amanda Blaze on my back towards a world tag team title shot.”

She winks at the camera. “You’re welcome, Amanda.”

“Standing in my way…well technically OUR way I guess…is a crispy critter and a fake legend.  I’ll start with the crispy critter.  Are you doing ok, Chris?  I mean, I have to give credit where credit is due, because you put on an absolutely ELECTRIC performance at Extreme Fury!  You fought hard and you struggled and yet you still came up short.  I bet you were just SHOCKED that you didn’t win, weren’t you?”

The ever-so arrogant Jones laughs nastily at her own jokes. “Sometimes I kill myself!”

“Anyway, you shouldn’t be so surprised that you came up short, Davids.  Let’s face it, you always come up on the short end of the stick, you always end up losing.  When that brass ring is being dangled before you, that opportunity to seize greatness, you always fail to deliver.  Each and every time you have that chance, you once again remind everyone of how pathetic you really are.”

“I’m a born winner,” she points at the camera “you are a born loser.”

“So it should come to no surprise to anyone that you lost the Electric Chair Match at Extreme Fury.  It should definitely not come to any surprise to you because you should be used to losing by now, Chris.  The only difference here is that to end this match you got strapped into an electric chair and turned into a Chrispy Critter.”

“Get it?  CHRISpy Critter…” Jones winks again.

“You are in way over your head, Davids, because you’re going from competing with true mid-carders to going toe to toe with The Crown Jewel herself.  You are not in my league, Chris, and you know it and the rest of the world knows it.  Hell, Drew Bryant knows it, he just thinks that you stand a chance in this match just because you are teaming with a so-called legend…”

The Phoenix rolls her eyes “…legend my ass!”

“You’re not a legend.” She shakes her head. “And your existence gives me further reason for me to scratch my head and wonder what the hell kind of drugs these idiot fans are on and why they aren’t sharing?”

“You are supposed to be a beloved fan favorite, right?  You are supposed to be one of the good guys.  Me?  I’m the villain.  I’m the one who ‘breaks the rules’ and I’m the one who is supposedly self-obsessed and self-absorbed.”

She sneers. “Take a look into the mirror, asshat.”

“You are willing to do anything to gain any kind of edge and for what reason?  Just to win?  Hey, I can’t blame you, but then again, like I said, I’m supposed to be the villain, you’re supposed to be the hero.  I look at you and I see a hypocrite who will lie to his friend’s face so he could turn around and betray him, to get in an extra shot.”

“I admit who I am, I embrace who I am, and it will make me more than happy to pick up a victory over you, just so I can watch you whine, bitch, and moan about it.  That’s another thing you’re good at.  You whine when you don’t get your way.  And people criticize me for that?”

“You’re a hypocrite, Savior, and not only that but you are a fake legend.  Once upon a time you may have been great but now you’re barely struggling to keep your head in the main event game of Uprising.  Hell, you were LUCKY to be involved in hell in a cell at Extreme Fury.  That should have been MY spot and I proved that by earning a world title shot in the street fight at Extreme Fury.  I stole the show!  I was the reason people ordered that pay per view, not you, no one else in that cell, just me…”

“…and come Uprising, I’ll earn a tag team title shot by handing you and Davids yet another loss to your immense and continually growing record of losses.”