Sins of the Father: Act 1

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Sins of the Father

Act 1 ; Scene 1

Off Camera

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“Keep your friends close but keep your enemies closer.”

That statement has rung true throughout the history of humankind.  The Jews hated the Romans and yet the conspired with them to eliminated Jesus Christ.  The Soviet Union was communist, completely contrary to the values of freedom and liberty that the United States of America and Great Britain strive to uphold, and yet they all worked together to eliminate the mutual threat known as Nazi Germany led by fanatical dictator Adolf Hitler.

In professional wrestling, strange bedfellow matches are not all that uncommon.  Wrestling bookers love to see enemies forced to work together in tag team competition.  Will they implode and fight each other?  Will chaos ensue?  Quite frankly, it's good for ratings.  It draws the attention of the fans.  The wrestlers themselves, those being forced to work together, hate the forced partnerships.  But they work together anyway because of the incentive of winning.  This sport, after all, is all about winning.  You do what you have to do to win even if it means swallowing your pride and helping out an arch rival.

Marie Annabelle Jones and Sophie James are the UWA World Tag Team Champions.  They are the best of friends.  Sophie was there to give Marie another chance when everyone else was willing to abandon her.  Sophie was there to provide back-up when Marie needed a tag team partner.  Together they would be IWC Uprising Brand Tag Team Champions and later the UWA World Tag Team Champions and, thus far, they have proven to be quite a dominating pair.

Another pair in the UWA is Willow Wilkes and Serenity.  This unique relationship goes beyond the simple friendship shared by Marie and Sophie.  Theirs is a unique love that, perhaps only those two can understand.

Unfortunately for them, these relationships are about to be tested in a big way.  The Uprising Wrestling Alliance, specifically David Helms, set up a unique tag team tournament; a strange bedfellows tag tournament where the teams would be randomly paired together and the winning team would go on to compete against one another and the UWA World Champion Vanilla Skyy for the title.  As if winning were not enough of an incentive for these randomly paired teams to work together, then the prospect of getting a world title shot should do the trick. Being world champion, after all, is the dream of every professional wrestler.  That desire is enough to make any wrestler do anything, even work with their worst enemy.

Marie Annabelle Jones was so close on so many occasions to winning the IWC World Championship but each and every time she came up short.  Now she has another opportunity, this time in UWA, to earn her title shot.  All she has to do is work with Willow Wilkes, win this tournament, and together the two of them will get a world title opportunity in a triple threat against Vanilla Skyy.

Here's where things get dicey for Marie and Willow.  They are now in the semi-finals and they have to compete against the team of fellow semi-finalists Serenity and Sophie James.

The irony of it all is overwhelming.  Marie and Sophie are best friends and the UWA World Tag Team Champions.  Serenity loves Willow.  Marie does not want to fight Sophie.  Serenity does not want to fight Willow.  But will the incentive of being UWA World Champion prove to be too much to bear?

Marie and Sophie are friends.  A friendly competition never hurt anyone and she can compete against her if she has to, but she can only imagine what Serenity must be going through having to compete against someone she loves.  Marie cannot imagine having to fight her lover, her future husband Arthur Pond.

Arthur Pond is a godsend for Marie.  He is the miracle that she thought did not exist.  All of Marie's life she wanted to find the perfect guy, her Mr. Right, her prince charming who would love her and who she could spend the rest of her life with.  That desire grew even stronger after she was raped and gave birth to Sean Connor Jones.  Marie wanted to give Sean a good father figure, a good male role model to look up to.  Unfortunately, every single guy she dated turned out to be an asshole or just walked away from the two of them altogether.  It seemed as if Prince Charming would never come along.

Insert Arthur Pond into the equation.  Arthur not only loved Marie but he loved her for who she was.  He didn't care about her past.  He loved her and wanted to care for her.  And now it seems as if Marie, after finding her Mr. Right, was about to marry him.

It truly is an exciting time, not just for Marie but for the entire Jones Family.  Marie isn't the only one with a wedding on the horizon.  Marie's sister, Corey Jones, is about to get married as well, to her longtime boyfriend and fellow pro-wrestler Kyle Butler.  In fact, when Marie learned that her sister had been proposed to as well and that yet another Jones Wedding was in the works, she had decided to issue a proposal of her own to Corey...

...dual weddings, held on the same day in the same church conducted by the same priest.  One great big joint wedding was in the planning stages for the Jones Family.  It would be, perhaps, their shining moment.

And so that brings us to the present, where we find Marie Annabelle Jones and her sister Corey Jones dress shopping in one of the nicest, fanciest stores in Boston.  Now don't misread this.  Marie and Corey are humble and do not have to have the best of everything.  But what brings them to this particular dress shop is the fact that the mother of the brides, Angelica Jones, is with them and she wants nothing but the absolute best for her daughters.

The will of Angelica Jones be done...

“What is taking your sister so long?”

That's the impatient sound of the Jones Family matriarch, Angelica Jones, as she taps her foot and checks her watch.  Angelica is wearing denim jeans, flip flops, and a black “SCW” t-shirt.  To Angelica's left is a dress, still on its hanger, no doubt the dress she will be trying on momentarily.  Her oldest daughter, Marie Annabelle Jones, is sitting to her right wearing black denim jeans, black boots, and a “UWA” t-shirt.  To Marie's right is a white wedding dress on its hanger; this one is no doubt Marie's wedding dress.  Several feet in front of them is a curtain that leads to a room, no doubt this is the changing room.  Marie has already tried on her dress.  Now Corey is trying on hers.  Angelica will be the next to enter this changing room as soon as Corey is done.

“You know my sister.  She is a true girly-girl when it comes to getting dressed.  It takes her forever because everything must be perfect.”

Angelica rolls her eyes.

“It shouldn't take this long.”

“Don't be so impatient, mom.  This is once in a lifetime...”

Angelica scoffs.

“Once in a lifetime?  Marie, I'm on my fourth marriage.”

Marie sighs.

“Ok, fine, so maybe I should say that this doesn't happen very often.  Point is that you should try to enjoy this.  How often will your daughters get married?”

Marie winks at her mother.  Angelica, though, doesn't seem to share her happiness.  It's almost as if Angelica has a bit of trepidation about all of this.  Marie notices this and cocks her to one side, studying her mother.

“What's wrong, mom?”

“I guess...”

Angelica sighs.

“...I guess I'm just worried about you and your sister.  You know?  I have been married four times now, Marie.”

Angelica embraces her daughter in a tight hug.

“I don't want you to make the same mistakes I made.  I want better for you.”

Marie and Angelica break the embrace.  Marie takes her mother's hands and squeezes them tightly.

“Don't worry about me, mom.  I will be just fine.”

“So are you two done yapping so I can come out?”

Angelica and Marie smirk as they turn towards the sound of Corey's voice, which is coming from behind the red curtain.

“Come on out, sis!”

Corey Jones emerges from behind the curtain and she looks absolutely stunningly gorgeous in her elegant white dress that extends to floor length.  The skirt of the white dress is hiding her white high heeled sandals.  Her long red hair hangs down to shoulder length.

“Wow...looking good, sis...”

Angelica gets up and approaches her middle child.  She looks her up and looks her down, taking appraisal.  A grin forms upon her face as she nods her head.

“You look beautiful, Jessica-Corey.”

“Please, mom.  Call me Corey.”

“I named you Jessica-Corey.  That's your name.”

Corey laughs lightly.

“Whatever, mom.”

Angelica embraces Corey in a tight hug.  After breaking the embrace Angelica makes a spinning motion with her right hand.

“Give us a twirl.”

Corey twirls around a full three-hundred sixty degrees so that her mother and sister can see everything about the dress.  Both Marie and Angelica nod their approval.

“You do look amazing, sis.”

“I don't look as good as you did, Marie.”

Marie shakes her head.

“Don't say that.  You are gorgeous.”

“Yeah, but I'm not as gorgeous as you were.  You always were better looking than me, I think.”

“You're wrong, Corey.”

Angelica places her right hand on Marie's shoulder and her left hand on Corey's shoulder.

“You both are gorgeous.  And you will make beautiful brides.”

Marie and Corey smile.

“Thanks, mom.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Corey lets out a sigh.

“I guess I need to get out of this thing so that mom can try hers on.”

“Yeah, we want to make sure the mother of the brides looks beautiful.”

Corey nods her head in agreement with her sister.  Corey then turns and heads back through the curtain and into the changing room.  As soon as she disappears inside, Marie and Angelica sit back down and wait.

“Things are getting interesting for you in UWA, I take it.”

Marie frowns.

“How would you know?  You don't keep up with UWA.”

Angelica smiles warmly.

“Marie, you are my daughter.  Of course I will keep up with anything you're involved with.”

Marie laughs lightly.

“Thanks, mom.”

“So, tell me, what's it like teaming with Willow Wilkes?”

“It's been good.  And she is very good.  I can see why she is a former ULW World Champion.  I think together we can win this tournament, I truly do believe it.  But...”

Marie sighs.

“...but we now have to face our friends.”

“Serenity and Sophie?”

Marie nods her head.

“Bingo.  I don't want to have to fight Sophie if I can avoid it, we are friends and the tag champs.  But I will fight if I have to.  I'm not sure I can say the same for Willow and Serenity.  Serenity has openly said she loves Willow.”

Angelica sighs.

“I know, it can be tough.  I've been in situations like that before.  But you'll do fine, and I'm sure you and Willow will find a way to prevail.”

“Thanks, but mom, I just realized something...about the wedding that is, not about wrestling.”

“What's that?”

Marie sighs.

“In the absence of your father, your closest male relative is supposed to give the bride away at the wedding.  Right?”

Angelica nods her head.

“Yes, that's the tradition.”

“Corey has her father, Andreas Lasiewicz, to give her away...”

“If she even wants him to.  Your sister has had personal qualms about him lately.  I have no idea what that stems from.”

Marie sighs.

“...right, well, regardless, she has him if she wants him.  But me...”

Marie frowns and shakes her head.

“I have no one.  My father is dead, you have no brothers, I have a paternal uncle but he's a pedophile locked away in prison.”

“You have Monroe.”

“Monroe is your first cousin, mom.  That makes him my second cousin, right?  It won't be the same.  It just won't be the same.”

Angelica places a hand on her daughter's knee.

“I...I'm sorry...”

Angelica shakes her head.

“It's my fault.”

“No, it's not your fault.  You did what you had to do.”

“Did I really have to kill him, though?”

Angelica buries her face in her hands as she tries to regain her composure.  Marie pats her mother on the back as she tries to comfort her.

“Mom, it's...”

Marie's voice fades as something off in the distance catches her eye.  To be more specific, it's someone who catches her eye.  Standing a long way away in the shop, behind a rack of dresses, is a very familiar face.

“...daddy?”

No, Marie did not get the chance to know her father all that well, but she has seen plenty of his pictures and she knows what he looked like.  She would know her father anywhere.  And for Marie this is like looking at death itself, for that man looks identical to her father.  So much so that she believes it to be her father, despite what her logical mind tells her.

“Marie...”

She ignores her mother's voice, for it comes out too late.  Marie has already jumped up and is walking towards that rack of clothes where the man is standing.  But as she starts to get closer the man turns and moves away.  Marie growls angrily.

“No you don't!”

Marie starts to run but the man ducks into an aisle of clothing, disappearing out of sight.  Marie enters the aisle, expecting to find him there waiting but she finds no one.

“Where is he?!”

Marie's voice is loud and echoes out throughout the shop.

“Where is my father?!”

“Marie, your father is dead.”

Angelica, joined by Corey, have now arrived.  Angelica is trying to calm her daughter down.

“Remember, we were just talking about him.  He's dead.”

“No!  He was just here!  I know it!  I saw...”

Marie happens to see out of the corner of her eye the man, standing at the exit doors.

“There he is!”

Marie bolts towards the doors.  Angelica and Corey sigh as they attempt to give chase.  Marie is already there but the man has once again disappeared.  Marie assumes he exited the shop so she exits as well.  She turns to the left and sees no one.  She turns to the right and spots a man...perhaps the one she was looking for...

“I have you now!”

Marie approaches him, grabs him by his shoulder and turns him around...

“What the hell are you...”

Marie stops as she stares into the eyes of a total stranger.  This man does not even look remotely like her father.  Is this really the man she was tracking down?  Or is this someone different?

“I...I'm sorry...I thought you were someone else.”

“Crazy bitch...”

The man mutters this angrily as he turns and walks off.  Angelica and Corey then emerge from the store.  Corey embraces Marie in a tight hug.

“It's ok, sis.  It's ok.”

“What did you see, Marie?”

Angelica asks questioningly.  Marie turns to her mother with a pale look on her face.

“I saw....my father...”

Angelica shakes her head.

“That's impossible, Marie.  Your father is dead.”

“I know what I saw, mom.  I saw my father.”

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Sins of the Father

Act 1 ; Scene 2

Off camera

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It has been nearly five hours since Marie Annabelle Jones had her episode in the dress shop and she is still quite shaken up.  Marie, for all intents and purposes, saw a ghost.  Her father, Sean Williams, was supposed to be dead.  Dead at the hands of her own mother, Angelica Jones.

Angelica Jones and Sean Williams met when Angelica was in the convent.  She thought he was handsome and dashing back then.  His charming personality was one of many factors that led to her leaving the convent and becoming a pro-wrestler.  Angelica even bore him a daughter; Marie.  But shortly after her birth something went wrong.  The two began to have difficulties and they split up.  After the break up Sean threatened to take Marie from her.  That threat was enough to send Angelica over the edge and she murdered Sean in order to make sure she kept Marie all to herself.

Needless to say, Marie has little to no memory of her father.  The only memories she has are from pictures provided to her by her mother, Angelica.  She has stories told to her by the few remaining members of Sean's family, including Sean's other daughter from a previous relationship, Marie's half- sister Kimberly Williams.

Perhaps this all came from Marie's mind?  She has a wedding coming up, which no doubt brings up strong feelings about her father and his absence in her life, so maybe, just maybe, those feelings were what triggered this episode?  One can only hope.  Marie has heard nothing but bad things about her father and she definitely does not want this to be true.  She is hoping and praying that she was, indeed, just seeing things.

The last thing Marie needs on her mind right now is her dead father coming back to haunt her.  She is about to get married and that already is weighing enough on her mind, not to mention the tag tournament currently going on in the UWA.

Being world champion is Marie's dream.  She wants to accomplish that goal more than anything else.  And more than anything else she wants a true one on one rematch against Vanilla Skyy, the current UWA World Champion.  She knows that becoming co-number one contenders with Willow Wilkes, and going on to become UWA World Champion at Olympus, that would secure her the opportunity to get another one on one match with Vanilla.

The competition in the tournament is stiff, especially now that Marie has to face her friend, Sophie James, in the next round.  Marie realizes that this will be incredibly difficult for her and she will have to be in top condition in order to win and advance.  She cannot afford any further distractions.

This is why she chose not to tell her fiancée Arthur Pond about the incident in the dress shop.  The last thing he needs right now is to be told about this craziness.  And the last thing SHE needs is for him to be worrying.  Marie wants to just forget about it, because hopefully this was just a case of her seeing things.

Nothing more.

“Yeah, we had a good time.”

Marie Jones currently has her iPhone, in its purple Otterbox case, pressed up to her ear.  She is speaking to her lover and future husband Arthur Pond.

“My sister's dress looks great and so does my mom's.”

Jones moves towards a full length mirror to take appraisal of herself.  She's wearing a black lacy bra and panty number with black sheer nylon over her legs.  Her long red hair hangs down to shoulder length.  It's nighttime, time for bed, why is she bothering to make sure she looks good?

“Yeah, I can't wait to see you, babe.”

She is expecting her boy toy to arrive any moment and she wants to make sure she looks good for him.

“Trust me, you're going to love it...”

She giggles uncontrollably.

“No I'm not going to send you a picture now!  That would ruin the surprise!”

She sighs and smiles warmly.

“Believe me, it will be worth the wait.”

The surprise, if you haven't figured it out, is herself, dressed ever-so-sexily in this black lace number.  Arthur realizes this and wants a sneak peak but Marie is having none of it.

“I'm sorry, babe, but you're just going to have to wait.”

As soon as she gets those last few words out of her mouth the lights in the entire house go out.  Marie shakes her head with disappoint and sighs.

“Oh damn, the lights went out.”

The beautiful red head frowns.

“No, I'm fine.  It's just that it's damn near pitch black.  I can hardly see a thing.”

A faint noise, the sound of footsteps maybe, begins.  It's very quiet but Marie can indeed make it out.  And it definitely bothers her, as is illustrated by the look of concern on her face.

“Uh, I gotta go.”

Marie shakes her head.

“No, no, don't worry, I'm fine.  Just come on home.  Love you, bye.”

She hangs up her iPhone and tosses it onto the bed.  Marie makes her way over to her dresser and opens the top drawer.  She reaches inside and produces two things.  In her left hand is a flashlight, which she turns on.  In the right hand is a small pistol.

Marie is not as violent as her mother but she is also not stupid.  She recalls how she and Arthur were jumped not too long ago by those gangsters.  Ever since then she made it a point to carry some form of protection.  Now she can't carry a gun everywhere with her, so she has pepper spray most times, but here at her house she has a gun to protect herself.  She and Arthur will not be harmed again.

This is one of those occasions where she feels a gun could be necessary.  She was not expecting her mother or her sister to stop by the house, and yet these footsteps, which started out quiet but are now growing louder, indicate that someone is inside this house.

Someone uninvited.

Marie approaches the door that leads to the hallway and gently pushes it open.  Lucky for her it wasn't closed all the way, for she still has her hands full with the flashlight in one and the gun in the other.  She steps outside into the hallway and looks from side to side, trying to find the source of the footsteps.

“Mom!  Aunt Kayla!  Corey!  If it's you, you need to let me know right now!”

Marie told her family that she was getting a gun, so they know that she has one and is not afraid to use it.  Thus the warning for them, so that she won't shoot them by mistake.  But on her first attempt, she gets no reply.

“Guys?  Is that you?!  I have a gun!”

There's still no response to Marie's warning.  The footsteps continue to grow louder and more defined.  Marie is growing more frightened as she realizes now that the footsteps are coming up the steps, closer to her positon.

“Who is that?!”

Marie turns in the directions of the stairs.  She faces down the noise of the footsteps as they come up, ready to face the individual who is causing these footsteps.

“I'm warning you!  I have a gun!”

The footsteps grow louder and louder...Marie readies her gun as she sees the top of someone's head...she aims...

“Last warning, asshole!”

...the figure's face comes into view.  It's just a silhouette.  She cannot make out who it is.  It is masculine, that much she can tell.  But it very well could be Arthur Pond.  Just in case, she aims her flashlight to see who it is she is about to shoot...

“Who are...”

...and there, continuing up the steps, is the man she saw earlier in the day, the man she thought was dead...

“...daddy?”

A part of her mind tells her that this is her father.  But the rational part of her mind tells her that her father is long dead and that this is an intruder.  The rational part wins out and she fires two shots in the direction of this man.  But the blow back of the pistol, combined with Marie's shock and nerves, causes her to fall backward onto the floor.  At this point she can only pray that her shots hit the target because she knows that she would not have enough time to get back up and fire off any more shots otherwise.

It takes a moment for Marie to get back to her feet.  Just as she gets to her feet the lights in the house come back on.  She realizes that she must have hit the intruder.  Her shots were on the mark.  Otherwise he would have got her.

But now Marie has to know, who was this guy?

She rushes to the railing at the stairs and looks over.  No one.  She looks at the stairs themselves.  No one.

Marie scans the entire area for where this person may have landed if the gun shots hit the mark but he is nowhere to be found.

He is missing...again...

“Impossible...”

Just as she gets that word out of her mouth there is a loud banging at the front door.  Marie hesitates.  That could be the intruder.  But then, as the banging continues, a voice sounds off from behind that door...

“Marie!”

It's the nervous and worried voice of her future husband Arthur Pond.  Marie quickly bolts down the stairs, not even bothering to consider the possibility of an intruder.  She just heads straight for the door and opens it up, allowing Arthur to step inside.  Arthur steps inside and Marie immediately embraces him in a tight.

“Oh my God, Arthur!  Thank God you are here!”

“What's wrong?  I just drove up and I heard gunshots.”

Marie is bawling madly by now.

“I saw him...”

“You saw who?”

Marie looks up at Arthur with tear filled eyes.

“I saw my father.  He was here.”

“But Marie...your father is dead.”

 

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On Camera

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We open in front of the black and blue UWA logo backdrop.  Marie Annabelle Jones steps into the scene from stage right.  The beautiful red head is wearing a black knee length leather skirt, black high heeled pumps, and a crimson red sweater.  Her long gorgeous ginger hair hangs down to below her shoulders.  A confident gaze is etched across her lovely features as she turns to face the camera.

“To be the best in any sport, whether its the NBA Champion, the Super Bowl Champion, or NHL Stanly Cup Champion, no matter the sport, to be the champion, you have to be the best.  And it's arguable that the same can be said for our sport.  Vanilla Skyy is currently the best wrestler in the world and in order to defeat her and become the best wrestler in the world you will have to be better.”

Jones shakes her head.

“I disagree.  Being talented, being a great wrestler, being the best, does play a big role.  In fact, I would say as much as 90% of it hinges on ability and what you can do inside the squared circle.”

She smirks.

“But there is a small, ten percent that has nothing to do with greatness inside the ring and, instead, has everything to do with luck.  Take the UWA World Championship for example.  A tournament was organized, a tag team tournament, in which the winning team would go on to compete against the world champion in a triple threat match at Olympus.  And therein lies one aspect of luck.  Ask any champion who has lost their title without being pinned or made to submit in multi-person matches, and they will tell you all about the bad luck they had.  Could that happen to our UWA World Champion at Olympus?  Possibly.  But we're getting ahead of ourselves, aren't we?  Because first and foremost we have to find out which two individuals will get the title shot and the tournament will answer that question.”

Marie nods her head.

“Yes, the tournament, a unique tag team tournament in which partners were randomly selected.  Some were unlucky and got bad partners.  Some got lucky and got great partners.  It's all the luck of the draw, ladies and gentlemen.  If you got saddled with a bad partner, you couldn't make it out of the blocks, but if you got a great partner, then you just might go far.”

Marie pats herself on the chest.

“I think Willow Wilkes and I were lucky to get each other as partners.  She is a former ULW World Champion and I am a former GCW World Champion.  In ULW she was a tag team champion with someone she didn't get along with, while I am one half of the reigning UWA World Tag Team Champions with Sophie James.  We have proven that we can get it done individually and that we can get along with anybody.  There is nothing that can stop us, right?”

Jones shuts her eyes and laughs lightly.

“And that's when luck comes into play yet again.  Luck, you see, is like men.  Some men can be prince charming.  Some men can be your Mr. Perfect while other men can be outright abusive assholes or just plain perverted stalkerish jackasses.  You just don't know what you will get when it comes to men, am I right ladies?”

Jones shakes her head.

“Just like you can have good men and bad men, you can also have good luck and bad luck.  Now I think Willow and I had some good luck being paired together.  We've proven to be a formidable force.  But now bad luck has reared its ugly head as we have to fight Serenity and Sophie James in the semi-finals.”

Marie frowns.

“Some of you may not think much of Sophie James, but you don't know her like I do.  I had done horrible, terrible things.  I had been a vile human being and very few people were willing to give me another chance.  But Sophie was one of those individuals willing to give me a chance.  When I needed a tag team partner to challenge for the tag team titles, Sophie was there to back me up and be my partner.  Sophie isn't just a friend but a best friend and we are the UWA World Tag Team Champions.”

She sighs.

“It's painful knowing that I have to fight Sophie in order to advance in this tournament.  In an ideal world, we wouldn't have to fight each other.  But this isn't an ideal world.  This is a world where bad luck sometimes turns things on its head.  If I want to be world champion, Willow and I will have to go through Sophie and Serenity.  There is no way around it.  But I am a professional, and at the end of the day, despite her antics at times, so is Sophie.  We will do what is necessary, we will have a friendly competition, and we will help our teams.”

Jones points at the camera.

“But I don't know you, Willow.  I know Serenity, our other opponent, and I truly believe her when she says she loves you and she does not want to fight you.  Serenity wants to be world champion again but I'm not sure she wants to be champion at the expense of you, Willow.  I almost believe she would do anything to ensure her relationship with you stays intact, even if it meant sacrificing a shot at the world championship.  But you, Willow...”

She shrugs her shoulders.

“...I cannot say.  I cannot say whether you want Serenity as much as she wants you.  Ultimately it comes down to this, luck is a bitch and we were dealt a bad hand here.  I don't think you two want to fight each other anymore than the Ginger Nation wants to fight each other, but the four of us are professionals and this is about the greatest prize in professional wrestling.  This is about a shot at the world championship.  And I do have faith that you want that title as much as I do.”

That smirk returns to Marie's face.

“Serenity, it seems that we are always in each other's way when it comes to the world championship.  At the Last Stand Rumble we were involved in the controversial ending that helped Katelyn Buehler win it all.  Fast forward and we were both involved in the main event of Invictus against Buehler and Taylor Cruze where you finally won a world championship.  Now you have climbed back up the ladder, as have I, and we are both nearly ready to snatch that brass ring, but once again we have to go through each other first.  As always, good luck, maybe for once we can actually have a non-controversial ending, yeah?”

Marie winks at the camera.

“Hi Sophie!  You know I love you and you love me too...just not in that way!”

She giggles.

“We're besties, we're the tag team champs, and we're going to the rock house in Belfast!  And afterwards, hows about loser buys drinks?”

Again Marie winks at the camera.

“Luck, it can be good or it can be bad, but you always need at least a little bit of luck if you want to become world champion.  Let's see who the better team is and, maybe, who the luckiest team is, on Outbreak.”

The camera fades to black.