No Political Spin

The camera begins to roll.  We see a revolving door, golden in color.  As the camera turns away from the door we can see that this door leads to a long hallway, cream colored with floors that have carpeting that is crimson in appearance.  Light streams in from a window at the end of the hall, not that it is needed, as overhead lamps hang from the ceiling to light the path of any who choose to come.  Just then the sound of the doors causes the camera to turn back around to face the door.  We see Jessica Lasiewicz stepping in through the revolving door.

“August 26^th was a special day in the United States.  And no, I’m not talking about SCW Breakdown, although I personally do consider that day rather special considering it was the SCW debut of The Sisterhood, Angelica Jones and Kayla Jones, as a tag team.”

Jessica begins to walk, away from the door, and down the hall.  The camera follows her every step of the way.

“August 26^th also happens to be Women’s Equality Day in the United States, the day that this country honors the nineteenth amendment, guaranteeing women the right to vote.  It is also a day to remember how women have made such great advances towards equality with men in the history of this great nation.”

Jessica continues down the hall and we come to a portrait of a woman. “This is a portrait of Geraldine Ferraro, the first woman to run for Vice-President under a major political party ticket.”

The young Lasiewicz continues down the hall, coming to a portrait of a slightly younger looking African American woman.

“And here you see Condoleezza Rice, who served as Secretary of State for the United States.”

She continues her walk down the hall, coming to another portrait of a third woman, this one should be familiar to one and all.

“Finally, you have before you the portrait of Hillary Clinton, a woman who has already been US Senator and Secretary of State and could very well be the next President.  I’m not planning to vote for her.”

She shakes her head as she walks down the hall further, coming to a portrait of Dylan Howell. “I’m not voting for this jackass, either.”

Jessica turns and jerks the portrait roughly off of the wall.  The young Polish woman tosses the portrait to the side and then turns back to face the camera.

“I will be the first to admit that I’m not exactly the most fun person in SCW.  I don’t have a perfect sense of humor.  But seriously, Dylan, your game is fucking ridiculous.  Howell for President?  Seriously?  I see you swarm social media with your campaign slogans and it makes me nauseous.  I want to vomit whenever I see you because you and your pathetic presidential run is a disgrace to professional wrestling.  It makes me wonder if you truly are serious about this business at all.”

“I am serious, Dylan, and I hope you are going to be taking me serious instead of thinking about your next campaign fundraiser.  Remove all thoughts of Clinton, Trump, Bush, or the White House because those clowns are not your biggest threat.”

Lasiewicz motions to herself. “I am your biggest threat.  I am the one you have to survive in Philadelphia at the Wachovia Center.  You shouldn’t even be worrying yourself over that battle royal at Apocalypse, at least not yet.  You may not even make it to Apocalypse if you piss me off, Howell.  So don’t get distracted by a pretend threat of your own imagination or a threat in the near future.  You should worry about the one threat that is real, a threat that is here and now and ready to strike.”

“You should worry about me, you should worry about The Morning Star.  But you know what, Howell, while we are talking about your stupid political career, and since you have declared that you are entering the race, well hell, allow me to take this time to OFFICIALLY declare something of my own…”

Jessica makes the championship belt motion at her waist. “I am declaring my intention to put gold around this waist again.”

“The fact is that I did what I originally came here to do.  I helped my mother to see the light, I showed her who Silas Mason really was, and I was a part of the solution, the cure to that Silas World cancer that had permeated SCW for so long.  Now that he’s gone I can be selfish once again.  Now that I did what I came here to do, I can focus on championship gold once more.”

She points a long slender finger at the camera. “And it all starts with you, Howell.  On Breakdown, in front of the Philadelphia crowd, I defeat you, I dominate you, I take you out.  Then at Apocalypse, I win the battle royal and prove my dominance over some of the great female athletes of Supreme Championship Wrestling.”

“No fun and games, no political spin, just the harsh reality of Jessica Lasiewicz, Lady Gambit, running right through Dylan Howell on Breakdown and then running right through the competition at Apocalypse.”