Friday, May 6, 2016

Sins of the Father: Act 2



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Sins of the Father
Act 2 ; Scene 1
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A public courthouse is normally a building that stands symbolic of justice being duly served to one and all.  Some statues representing justice are represented by a blindfolded female, metaphorically symbolizing how justice is blind and how it does not have any biases.  One statue outside the US Supreme Court building is of a turtle, symbolizing justice’s slow, patient move towards what is right.  No matter how you look at justice, no matter how it is represented or symbolized, these buildings of truth and justice are meant to be places where citizens of all types, whether they be rich or poor, white or black or Hispanic, can get the justice they deserve.  The public courthouse should be a place where one and all can feel safe.

Yet this particular courthouse in Boston, Massachusetts does not exude those types of feelings for one Marie Annabelle Jones.  This particular courthouse represents for her the place where her entire life changed forever.  It was on these steps leading up to the courthouse where Marie’s father, Sean Williams, was shot to death right before her very eyes by a mystery assassin…

…a mystery assassin that she would later find out was none other than her own mother, Angelica Jones.

Marie Annabelle Jones has made it a point never to return to this particular spot.  It brings back too many bad dreams, too many horrible nightmares that she has been trying oh so desperately hard to keep repressed in the innermost recesses of her mind.  Only a very unique circumstance would bring her back here on this beautiful morning.

Yet here she is, standing at the bottom of the gray concrete steps, staring upward at the courthouse before her.  Her eyes are welling up with tears, tears that she is fighting back with every bit of will power that she is.  She does not wish to appear weak as she stands with one of the most important people in her life.

Who is this important person?

Standing with Marie on this bright sunny day in Boston, Massachusetts is none other than her mother, Angelica Jones.

Yes, as if Marie being here at the sight of where her father was murdered wasn’t enough of an emotional roller coaster, but now her mother has returned to the scene of the crime.  Marie now stands side by side with her mother, the woman who is responsible for the death of her father Sean Williams.  The woman who, arguably, is responsible for so much of her grief and emotional turmoil in her life.

It is a busy day here at the courthouse and many patrons are moving hither and yon about their daily business.  Marie and Angelica ignore them completely.  More important things are on the mind of the Jones women on this day…

“Things haven’t changed much in twenty years.”

Those are the words of the elder Jones, the mother, as she speaks absent-mindedly staring blankly off into space.  The younger Jones, her daughter Marie, winces upon hearing these words.  She knows where Angelica is going with this and, quite frankly, she doesn’t want to hear this.  She doesn’t want to hear any of this.  Marie doesn’t even want to be here at all today.  She could and should be preparing for the tag team battle royal coming up on Outbreak.

All of the top tag teams in UWA are involved in this tag team battle royal.  It isn’t make or break for the champions, Marie and Sophie, it is worthwhile for them to win because if they do, all of their opponents will have to wait in the back in the line.  And a victory in this tag team battle royal would easily solidify them as the top tag team not just in UWA but in the whole of the Triad.

Instead she is here, at this spot of emotional distress and anguish, a spot that to this day still brings back bad memories.

“Yeah…I know…”

She turns her attention towards Angelica, staring at her through tear-filled eyes.

“…so why did we have to come here?”

“It’s important.”

Angelica squeezes her eyes tightly shut in a clear sign of emotional agony.

“Why is it so damned important?!”

Angelica sighs.

“Marie…”

“You could have told me this over the phone or at my house or at your house.  We didn’t have to come here.  We didn’t have to be here.”

Marie buries her face in her hands and let loose with the tears.

“You know how hard this is for me, mom…”

Angelica gently and comfortingly pats her daughter on the back.

“That’s why we HAD to come here, sweetie.”

Marie pulls away and looks back up at her mother questioningly.

“Huh?!”

Angelica nods her head.

“What I’m going to say to you…what I NEED to say to you…it will have more effect here than it would have had if I had just simply told you over the phone or at my house.”

“And what is it exactly that you need to tell me?!”

“It’s complicated, but the first part of it is rather simple.”

Angelica sighs.

“Marie…your father is dead.”

It may come as a surprise that Marie would need to hear such a message from her mother.  Marie has had twenty some years to come to terms with her father’s death and while she may never like it, while she may never truly accept it, she can at least understand and believe that the man who is her biological father, Sean Williams, is truly dead and never coming back.

At least, you would think that.

A few weeks ago while Marie Annabelle Jones was wedding dress shopping with her sister Corey and their mother Angelica, Marie first caught sight of a man she swore was a ghost from her past.  The man she saw stalking them around the dress shop look eerily like her father, Sean Williams.  And that wasn’t the end of it.  Later on that night, after the power went off temporarily due to a thunderstorm, Marie could’ve swore she saw her father again stalking her in her dark, powerless house.

Needless to say, this should’ve been chalked up to nerves or a hallucination, but for Marie, someone who has dealt with the arguably sociopathic Williams family before, she refused to just chalk this up to a simple explanation.  She is convinced her father is alive and stalking her.

It’s up to her mother to try and talk some sense into her.

“You don’t know that, mom…”

“Yes, Marie.  Yes, I do.”

Angelica sighs and steels herself for what no doubt will be a tough conversation.  One that is long overdue.

“It all happened right here.  You were just seven at the time and your father was on the verge of winning legal custody of you.  That’s why you and him were here at the courthouse in the first place.  He was speaking with a judge, trying to convince him to give him legal custody of you.”

Angelica rubs her temples.

“Do you have any idea how agonizing that was for me?”

Marie nods her head.

“I can only imagine.”

“Marie, you have been and always will be the glue that holds me together.  You are what keeps me sane.  The mere thought of losing you is enough to drive me over the edge.”

A look of realization slowly washes across Marie’s face.

“And you…you were about to lose me and there was nothing you could do…nothing you could do about it…”

Angelica nods her head.

“That’s right, and I wasn’t going to let that happen….under no circumstances was I going to let that happen…”

Angelica uses her right index finger to point off in the distance to a shrubbery.

“There were more shrubs and bushes at the time, but that’s where I hid.  That’s where I took aim as you and your father were exiting the courthouse.  That’s where I pulled the trigger and I ended your father’s life.”

Angelica bows and shakes her head in shame.

“I’m sorry, Marie.”

Marie embraces her mother in a tight hug.

“It’s ok, mom…you…”

Marie sighs.

“…you meant well.  And that Williams family was sociopathic and psychotic anyway.”

“But does that make it right?”

“Uh…”

Marie shakes her head.

“…I guess not.”

Angelica chuckles lightly.

“Marie, this is a burden and a guilt that I have had to bear and will have to bear for the rest of my life.  I loved your father, I truly did.  We never could work things out and back then I was just as crazy and psychotic as he was.  It was destined to fail.  Now, looking back on things now that I have gone through psychiatric treatment I would…”

Angelica is now crying herself.  Marie hugs her tightly as a comfort.

“…I would give anything to bring him back…if your father were back I would make things right between him and I.”

Angelica shakes her head.

“But I can’t do any of those things, do you know why?”

Marie frowns and shakes her head.

“Don’t say it, mom…”

Angelica places a hand on her daughter’s shoulder.

“Listen to me.  I cannot bring your father back and I cannot make things right with him because your father is dead.”

“No…”

“Your father is dead and he is never coming back.  The closest I can come to making things right with him is to make things right with you because you and Sean’s other daughter Kimberly, you two are his legacy.  Do you understand?”

“I…”

Marie sighs and nods her head.

“…I guess I understand.”

“Then you have to understand that your father is dead and you were just dreaming.”

Marie shakes her head.

“No, I know what I saw mom and I saw my father.”

“You may have thought you saw your father but you have to accept that it wasn’t him.”

“I saw someone, damnit!”

Angelica sighs.

“I’m not denying that.  Maybe you were stalked by someone the other week, but it wasn’t your father because I put a bullet through his head twenty years ago and to this day I haven’t lived it down.”

Angelica shakes her head.

“I wish you were right, I wish you had seen your father.  I would do anything and everything I could to make things right with him.  But I’ve accepted the fact that he is gone and you need to accept that fact too.”

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Sins of the Father
Act 2 ; Scene 2
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The courthouse is not a place where the Jones family likes to visit.  It brings back bad memories for all involved, for it is the site of Sean Williams’s death, it is the place where Angelica Jones, in a psychotic rage, pulled the trigger, executing her daughter’s father.  Angelica Jones would go on to spend many years in a mental institution as a direct result of that psychotic rage.  She would forever have a man’s life on her conscience as a result of what she did.  Needless to say, this isn’t exactly the type of place she wants to frequent so when she does get up the gumption to go, it has to be for a damn good reason.

Her reasoning was solid: she wants to convince Marie that her father really is dead.  She wants to help Marie to accept the harsh reality that her father is never coming back and that she should move on with her life.  Angelica wants Marie to forget about Sean Williams and just move on.

Angelica is under the assumption that her gambit paid off.  Marie and Angelica went their separate ways without uttering another word about Sean Williams and Marie seemingly had accepted that he was dead and that she was hallucinating.

Unfortunately for Angelica, her daughter is a damn good liar.

Marie knows all too well about the history she has with the Williams family.  She remembers when she was younger of the many crazy sociopathic stunts her father pulled in order to try and get revenge against Angelica.  When Marie came of age she had her own encounters with Kimberly Williams, Sean’s daughter and Marie’s half-sister, who tried in her own equally sociopathic ways to try and destroy the Jones family.

In short, Marie knows from experience that nothing is ever simple when it comes to the Williams family.  So as much as Angelica may want her daughter to just drop it and move on, “dropping it” and “moving on” are the farthest things on Marie’s mind.  In truth, Marie refuses to accept her mother’s simple explanation of this whole scenario.  Marie wants more answers and there is only one other source she can think of that can provide those answers…

…her half-sister Kimberly Williams.

We open in a small, quaint little café in Boston, Massachusetts.  Marie Annabelle Jones and Kimberly Williams sit across from one another at a small round off-white table.  They each have a cup of coffee sitting in front of them.  Kimberly seems to be listening intensely as Marie does all the talking.

“So she took me the courthouse in Boston…”

“That’s where she murdered our father.”

Marie nods her head.

“Yeah…”

The word murder seems to pierce through Marie’s soul.  It shouldn’t make her feel guilty and yet it does.  It was Marie’s mother, after all, who murdered Sean Williams and she murdered him because of Marie.  Kimberly cocks her head to one side and frowns.

“Oh, I’m sorry sweetie, I forgot.  I wasn’t thinking.”

Marie smiles sheepishly.

“It’s ok…I guess I should just get over it, you know?”

“Get over what?  It wasn’t your fault.”

“Wasn’t it at least partially my fault?”

Marie sighs.

“The reason the shooting took place was because of a custody battle…custody of me…”

At this time a waitress arrives at their table.  She is a brunette, wearing mostly black.  She looks down at Kimberly and then down at Marie, smiling broadly.

“May I get you ladies anything else?”

Kimberly shakes her head.

“I’m fine, thanks.”

“Actually…”

Marie holds up her coffee cup.

“…I could use a refill.”

The waitress nods and takes the cup.

“I will be right back, ma’am.”

The waitress walks off with the cup of coffee.  Kimberly then turns her attention back to Marie.

“Marie, you really shouldn’t beat yourself up over something you had no control over.”

“That’s easy for you to say.  He didn’t die because of you.”

Kimberly sighs and shakes her head.

“Look, let’s just forget that for a moment and focus on why your mom brought you back there in the first place?  She had to know how terrible an experience that would be for you?”

Marie snickers.  Kimberly frowns.

“What’s so funny?”

“You…I didn’t think you had a caring bone in your sociopathic body…”

Kimberly shrugs.

“Eh, I’m capable of being sympathetic once in a while.”

Marie sighs.

“Anyway, my mom brought me back to the courthouse, to the spot where she killed our dad, because she felt she needed to prove to me that he was dead.”

Kimberly furrows her brow as she stares for a few moments across the table at Marie.

“Why would you need proof that dad is dead?”

“Kimberly I…”

Marie sighs.

“…I saw him twice the other day.”

Kimberly’s eyes grow wide with shock and awe as she stares across the table at her sister.  Marie just shakes her head.

“You think I’m crazy, don’t you?”

“No, quite the contrary.  I think your story is believable.”

“Seriously?  You believe me?”

Kimberly shakes her head.

“I didn’t say I believed you, I said your story is believable.  Remember who we’re talking about.  The Williams family should never EVER be counted out.  So yes, I believe you may be onto something.”

Marie and Kim hear a buzzing from nearby.  It’s Kimberly’s cell phone.

“I got to take this, hold on…”

Kimberly takes her phone and picks it up, answering it.  She walks away from the table to get some privacy.  Marie sticks around, waiting at the table, until the waitress arrives back with her coffee cup, filled back to the brim with black coffee.

“Here’s your coffee, ma’am.”

She sets it back down on the table and Marie smiles.

“Thank you, miss…”

Marie’s words are caught up in her throat as she spots something strangely familiar standing off in the distance.  Marie frowns as she narrows her eyes, trying to get a better view.

“Who is that?”

“Excuse me, ma’am?”

Marie points behind the waitress.

“That…who is…”

Marie gasps and falls backward, out of her seat and onto the ground.

“DADDY!”

The waitress kneels down to try and help Marie back up.

“Ma’am, are you ok?”

Despite her best efforts, the waitress is continually kicked away by Marie’s frantic flailing.

“It’s my dad!  It’s my dad!”

“Ma’am, please calm down…”

Just then Kimberly Williams comes running back into the scene.  She shoves the waitress away and then she herself kneels down next to her sister.

“Marie, please, calm down!  What is wrong?!”

“It’s dad!  He’s, he’s…”

Marie keeps pointing frantically.  Kimberly turns and looks in the direction but finds nothing.  She turns to face Marie and shrugs.

“There’s no one there, sweetie.”

“He’s there!”

Marie sits up and stares off in the direction where she saw the man but he is no longer there.

“I saw him…I swear I saw him…you have to believe me…”

“I believe you.”

“I’m not crazy…”

“I never said you were…”

“I SAID I’M NOT CRAZY!”



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This Is Our Division
On Camera
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We open outside in the bright sunny Boston, Massachusetts sky.  There isn’t much in terms of background noise.  Some wind blowing in the background as well as the sounds of car horns honking can be heard in the background.  Just then Marie Annabelle Jones steps into the scene from stage left.  The lovely ginger is wearing a beautiful delicate lace crimson red dress shaped into a lovely fit and flare detailed with a sheer yoke, dainty cap sleeves, and a striking back cutout.  Her feet are comfortably encased in a pair of black high heeled pumps.  Her long red hair hangs unrestrained to just below her shoulders.  Her UWA World Tag Team Championship title belt is draped over her right shoulder.

“A lethal lottery style tag team tournament to crown new number one contenders for the world heavyweight title at Olympus…who would possibly have guessed that I would get such a great partner as Willow Wilkes?  And who would’ve guessed that the two of us would work so well together throughout each round?”

She pats herself on the chest.

“I knew!  I knew that we would advance past Gavin Taylor and Benjamin Flynn.  I knew we would make it through Serenity and Sophie.  And I know that me and Willow will pull it off one more time when we defeat Alana Starr and Myra Lynwood to earn that UWA World Title opportunity for the both of us.  A title shot that we both deserve, especially me, someone who has busted her ass and paid her dues for a long ass time.”

Jones smirks.

“I was a part of UWA back before it was UWA, back when it was the Uprising Brand of IWC.  I was the number one overall draft pick.  And ever since then I busted my ass to earn my opportunity against the best athlete on the roster, Vanilla Skyy, for the World Championship.”

She holds up two fingers to indicate closeness.

“And I was this close to going all the way, THIS CLOSE to becoming World Champion.  And now, Vanilla, I am on the verge of once again earning a title shot, and damnit I am not going to just sit back, relax, and watch you beat me again.  This time I will not let my title shot go to waste and I will become world champion again.  I have worked long and hard to change myself, to change my image, and to improve and to get better at what I do and my end game is quite simply to make this company MY company to own it and to dominate it in every possible way.”

She snickers.

“Heh, but it seems as if I have admittedly slipped up in at least one respect…”

She holds up one finger.

“…I have been busting my ass so hard trying to get back to the world title picture that I forgot about the nation, specifically the Ginger Nation, specifically me and Sophie James.”

Jones pats her UWA World Tag Team title belt.

“Me and Sophie won these belts back in October of last year.  And ever since then we have defended the gold against ALL comers.  Anyone who ever wanted a piece of the Ginger Nation, me and Sophie were more than happy to give them the beating of a lifetime.  We’ve held these belts longer than any set of champion in a currently active Triad fed.  That makes us the greatest team in The Triad bar none.”

She shakes her head.

“It never did matter who asked for a title shot, we were willing to fight anyone and everyone at any time because we always have been fighting champions.  But…”

Jones shrugs her shoulders.

“…but apparently we have our doubters.  The Dogs of War doubt us, even though they can’t buy a win.  Alana Starr and Kennedy Street doubt us even though they have yet to have a tag team outing.  And Chris Davids and Cassius Delight doubt us even though we’ve already beaten them.”

Marie smirks.

“So I guess that means me and Sophie have to go out there and do what we’ve done time and time again.  We’ll just have to go out there and beat each and every one of them again and again and again.  We’ll beat them all as many times as we have to in order to shut them all up and make them all sit up and respect the superior tag team in all of professional wrestling, because that’s one thing that is clearly lacking and that’s respect.”

The redhead chuckles.

“Let’s start with The Dogs of War.  The little boys who thought they could intimidate the Ginger Nation…”

She shakes her head.

“…all you did was embarrass yourself.  Seriously, you guys think that you are in the same league as me and Sophie?  Sophie and I were willing to give you boys a chance once upon a time, because that’s who we are.  We have fought all kinds of wars week in and week out and we never back down from anyone, so we won’t back down from you either.  But the more I watch of you the more I realize you two are just simply pathetic.  You can’t seem to beat anyone unless it’s a pair of jobbers.  Anyone with half a bit of talent and you can’t hang.  So take my advice, take a step back and learn the trade, learn to fight, and then come calling.  Otherwise the Ginger Nation will humiliate you.”

Marie sighs deeply.

“Now we move on from the team that can’t seem to buy a win to a team who thinks their best bet is to buy a set of tag team titles and that would happen to be Retarded Goodness.”

Jones shakes her head.

“Actually, I apologize for offending the mentally handicapped by daring to associate you with a pair of complete morons like Alana Starr and Kennedy Street.  I mean, let’s face facts, those two bimbos are right now as close to being tag champions as they will ever be and all they did was make up a damned tag title and declare themselves champions.  It worked for Roman Emperor Caligula when he declared war on the ocean only to declare himself and his Roman legions  winners via forfeit when the ocean didn’t show up to fight him.  But then again, Caligula was fucking insane…”

She points a finger at the camera.

“…and so are you.  Though I have to warn you, it didn’t work out so well for Caligula.  He ended up getting assassinated because of his stupidity and so will you.  And now to move on to talk about the one team in this clusterfuck that the Ginger Nation actually respects…”

Jones nods her head.

“…that’s right, I’m talking about Chris Davids and Cassius Delight.  You’re the only team that has a legitimate gripe in all of this, because of how Sophie and I did beat you guys for these belts.  But at the end of the day do you whine, bitch, and moan?”

She shakes her head.

“No, you don’t whine.  You just go out there and you try to earn your spot back.  And I respect that because I’ve been there.  I have been in that spot where I had to fight tooth and nail to earn my place back.  I had to earn my place in the tag team division back.  I had to earn my world title shot back.  And now here you are on the verge of potentially earning a tag team title match.”

She snickers.

“But unfortunately for you, this won’t be your golden ticket.  This isn’t going  to be your chance at redemption.  What you need to understand, what The Dogs of War need to understand, and what Retarded Goodness need to understand, is that this tag team division belongs to Marie Annabelle Jones and Sophie James.  The Ginger Nation for too long has been sitting idly by and letting all these other tag teams, all these pretenders to the throne, rise up and try to take our division.”

Jones holds up her UWA World Tag Team title belt.

“This is OUR tag team division and on Outbreak we prove it by defeating all three of you and sending all three of you to the back of the line.  We’re going  to prove that you cannot beat us in this clusterfuck scenario, let alone a one on one scenario, because we are the best tag team not just in UWA but in professional wrestling.”

Jones sets her title belt back over her right shoulder.  She winks at the camera.

“See you on Outbreak…”

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