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Scene 1
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Friedrich
Nietzsche says, “The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die. As well the minds which are prevented from
changing their opinions; they cease to be mind.”
Many would
definitely classify Marie Annabelle Jones, the self-proclaimed Crown Jewel of
Professional Wrestling, as a true snake in the grass of the industry for her
role in masterminding the now infamous #GingerHoax in which she utilized
Kimberly Williams, her identical twin sister to stand in for her in all tag
team matches, thus pulling the wool over the eyes of all of the UWA faithful,
but most importantly fooling Drew Bryant and David Helms, the management of
UWA; for it was Helms and Bryant who Marie blamed for being pigeonholed in UWA’s
tag team division. The #GingerHoax also
allowed Marie to sign a contract with SCW and compete for them as a singles
competitor, which was in essence the end game all along behind the #GingerHoax. Marie wanted a singles career and the
#GingerHoax gave it to her.
Pulling off
such a brilliant trick at the expense of those she blamed for her predicament
in UWA initially pleased Marie. Yet,
despite the immediate afterglow, the great feeling of gaining a measure of
retribution, Marie now begins o wonder if she truly did the right thing with
the #GingerHoax. Yes, Marie definitely
wants a singles career and yes, the #GingerHoax played a substantial role in
obtaining that for her.
Yet, on the
other hand, Marie regrets what she did. She regrets it in the sense that her
fans are disappointed in her. The fans
she once had, they no longer cheer her.
But it is not her fault that they do not see the truth of what Drew
Bryant and David Helms have done to her career in UWA. It is not her fault that they do not see that
she has been trying ever so hard to do things the right way.
It’s because
this, everything that has gone down in Marie’s professional life since the
#GingerHoax went down, that made Marie recall that quote from German
philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche. Whether
you think she’s a snake in the grass or not is irrelevant. Change is a fact of life. Evolution is a reality that all creatures, from
animal to man, have to accept and deal with.
Marie has
definitely evolved. Her first years in
the sport she was a good natured person, with a strong belief in the good in
everyone and good in the world. After
learning that her mother, Angelica Jones, was responsible for the death of her
father, Sean Williams, that perspective changed. Marie went through a variety of different
identities; from a dark and almost gothic version, her time as a beautiful sex
object in the gang of girls known as Hidden Desires, her time in Silas World as
a client of Silas Mason’s, and now most recently as the leader of the worldwide
#GingerNation movement.
Now the
beautiful Bostonian is wondering if it is time to change yet again.
It’s all
coming while Marie seems to be on a collision course with Silas Mason’s newest
incarnation of The World. On the last
Outbreak, Marie Jones did battle with UWA X-Class Champion Myra Lynwood in a
match that would end in a double count out.
Now Marie is scheduled to face Myra in a rematch, only this time it will
be for the UWA X-Class Championship.
Jones is
thrilled to be getting a shot at a singles championship. It will be her
opportunity to take a step closer to once again grabbing that brass ring she
had lost long ago; the UWA World Championship.
And while that is the selfish reason behind it, there is also a selfless
thought in the back of the mind of the Crown Jewel of Professional Wrestling.
Marie
recalls quite well the tyranny IWC suffered under the reign of Silas
Mason. She was a part of his World at
one time and she knows how he operates and, with New Eden and Sinistry both out
of the way, that leaves Silas World free to take over UWA. And they are already well on their way to
doing just that now that Rachel Tatum Lee holds the UWA World Championship.
One thing
Marie can do to help slow down their momentum is by taking the UWA X-Class Championship
from Myra Lynwood.
Despite all
of the ill-will she may hold towards UWA management for what she feels are the
wrongs that have been done to her, Marie still loves UWA the company. Despite the fact that they boo her, she still
loves the UWA fans. And Marie feels
obligated to do whatever she can to stand up to Silas Mason and his World.
Her match
against Lynwood that led to a double count out was merely the first volley
fired in what Marie anticipates could be a major war if she continues to push
this further. And that goes back to
Marie’s dilemma…
…is this the
path she wants to continue to go down?
If it is, she is quite certain that she will have to change. The
perpetrator and mastermind of the #GingerHoax, the worldwide leader of the
#GingerNation, may not be capable of going against Myra Lynwood and her allies
in Silas World.
Sunlight
streams in through a bedroom window on a bright and beautiful day in Boston,
Massachusetts. The warm rays beat down
upon the bodies of Arthur Pond and Marie Annabelle Jones, which just so happen
to be covered up by a thick comforter and blankets that are a plain chocolate
brown color. The bed the two lovebirds
are lying in is a king size bed. The
rest of this room is just as plain as the bed and sheets, with cream colored
walls and matching cream colored carpeting.
There is one sole nightstand on Arthur's side of the bed, but Marie
doesn't seem to care. She and Arthur
only care about one another at this present moment in time.
The
warmth of the sun's rays eventually give rise to The Crown Jewel of
Professional Wrestling fluttering her eyes open as she slowly but surely wakes
from her slumber. Gently, so as to not
disturb Arthur, she slides herself out from under his caressing gentle arm, and
moves over to the edge of the giant king sized bed. Marie swings her legs over the sides of the
bed and places her feet upon the floor, pausing just for a moment to gain her
bearings before pushing herself up onto her feet, standing up to full length.
The
leader of the ginger nation begins to slowly, as if in a daze, walk towards the
bathroom door. She stops right at the
bathroom door, turning towards a closet, which she opens to reveal a full
length mirror on the inside. She gazes
at her reflection in the mirror and what she sees pleases her; a beautiful
figure of sexy femininity attired in sexy black lace panties and bra. Jones winks at herself and turns back towards
the
bathroom door when the doorbell is heard. Marie
furrows her brow in confusion.
“Who could that be? It’s too early.”
Jones sighs
as she reaches over the bathroom door.
She turns it open and pulls down a nightgown hanging from the door. She throws it on and then walks over to the
bedroom door and exits the bedroom. She
turns and heads down the hall towards the front door. The doorbell rings again and Marie rolls her
eyes.
“Coming!
Geez, be patient!”
The Crown
Jewel of Professional Wrestling finally reaches the door. She opens it to find her mother, the
incomparable Angelica Jones, standing there.
The elder Jones is wearing denim jeans, black boots, a red blouse, and
her signature black leather jacket.
“Oh, uh…good morning, mom.”
“Good morning, Marie. Did I wake you?”
“No, I was already awake. Though I am surprised you dropped by so early. What’s up?”
Marie steps
aside, allowing her mother access to the home.
Angelica steps inside and then follows her eldest daughter into the
living room. Angelica sits down on one
end of a cream colored plush sofa. Her
daughter Marie looks down at her.
“May I get you some coffee?”
“No thanks, Marie. I’m fine.”
Jones nods
her head. Then she sits down next to her
mother on the sofa.
“Ok, so what brings you over here this early in
the morning?”
Angelica
chuckles.
“All business, eh? That’s the way I am. At least you get it honestly.”
Marie
smirks.
“I have important business upstairs that I’d
like to get back to.”
“Arthur, eh?
Say no more. I won’t keep you too
long, then. I just wanted to…uh…”
She sighs.
“…congratulate you on your X-Class Championship
Match in UWA.”
Marie
frowns, gazing at her mother skeptically.
“Seriously?”
Seriously.”
Marie
shakes her head.
“You don’t come here this early in the morning
to congratulate me on a title shot.
Hell, you could’ve done that over the phone. I mean, yeah, we both live in Boston. It’s not too far for you to stop by, but
still, it’s odd.”
She tilts
her head to one side, studying her mother carefully and skeptically.
“So what gives?”
Angelica
sighs and nods her head.
“I admit, there is more to it than that.”
“What?”
“Myra Lynwood is a dangerous competitor,
Marie. But that’s not what I’m worried
about because I’ve watched you over the years and I know what you’re capable
of. I know you’re capable of being more
dangerous than her. I know you can beat
her.”
“Then what are you worried about?”
“I think you know WHO I’m worried about.”
Marie
ponders this silently for a moment before a look of realization washes across
her face. She nods her head.
“I get it…you’re worried about Silas Mason,
aren’t you?”
“Yes, and you also know WHY I’m worried about
Silas Mason.”
“I do, we both do. We both were part of Silas World, you in SCW
and me in IWC. But you also have to
understand that this is something I have to do.”
“And that’s just it, what are you going to
do? Are you going to take on the entire
World? By yourself?”
Marie nods
her head emphatically.
“If necessary I will. But come on, mom, you know
I won’t be alone. I have Kimberly and
Sophie, the #GingerNation!”
“Ok, fine, so maybe you have the firepower to
challenge him, but let me ask you one more question; are you doing this for the
right reasons?”
“What do you mean, mom? I want to be X-Class Champion. I…”
Angelica
shakes her head, holding her hand up to silence her daughter.
“No, it has to be about more than that. To fight against Silas Mason means you have
to be fighting for the right reasons, to stop him from overtaking UWA.”
Marie
scowls at her mother.
“Hell no!
Oh hell no!”
“Listen, Marie…”
“No, you listen; Drew Bryant and David Helms did
wrong by me. Do you honestly believe
that I want to help them now? Do you
honestly believe I’d want to fight for them?”
“I’m not disputing that they did or did not do
wrong to you, and I am not telling you to fight for them. I am telling you that if you choose to fight
Silas and his World, do it on behalf of UWA.
Sure, UWA is flawed because people are flawed and make mistakes, but UWA
can be better. But do you honestly think
it’ll be better if Silas Mason is allowed to continue to run roughshod over
this company?”
Marie
stares intensely at her mother as she ponders her next response. It is at this time that Marie and Angelica
are both distracted by sounds coming from down the hall. One voice is familiar to both…a male voice
that must belong to Arthur Pond. But
there is a female voice there as well, one that also sounds familiar, and
yet…there shouldn’t be anyone else in the home…
…should
there?
Angelica
looks over at Marie quizzically.
“Do you have company?”
Marie
shakes her head.
“No, you were the first person to stop by this
morning.”
Marie and
Angelica turn and look towards the door that leads from the living room to the
hallway, as the sounds are coming closer and closer to them. Eventually we see Arthur and a scantily clad
woman in tight bra and panties with long red hair. The woman looks identical to Marie, thus
letting Angelica and Marie know exactly who this is.
“Oh, Marie!
You’re sooooo hot!”
“You too, baby!
You too!”
Marie
stares daggers at Arthur at Kim, neither of whom can see that they are in the
room with Marie and Angelica. But their
vision is obscured by the kissing they are engaged in. That doesn’t stop Marie’s anger from boiling
over.
“ARTHUR!
KIM!”
“Huh?”
Arthur is
startled as he releases his grip on Kim and turns to find his wife Marie and
his mother in law Angelica in the living room.
“Marie?”
He looks at
Kim who snickers nastily.
“Kim?”
“Yeah…sorry, babe…”
Marie walks
over and slaps Arthur across the cheek.
Arthur rubs his cheek in pain.
“I’m sorry, babe, but Kim was…I thought that was
you!”
“I KNOW!”
She sighs.
“I’m just angry, ok?”
Marie
marches towards Kimberly. Marie smacks
her across the face as well.
“And I’m angry at you!”
Kim smiles,
feigning innocence.
“What did little old me do?”
“What didn’t you do?!”
She motions
to Kim’s attire.
“You’re imitating me! Again!
This is the second time to pretended to be me in order to get a kiss
from Arthur!”
“Oh come on, Marie. You know how I am.”
Kimberly
winks.
“I just like to have fun.”
“Yeah?
Well maybe the time for fun has come to an end, and maybe we need to get
serious?”
Kim nods
her head in agreement.
“Ok, fine, you just let me know what you want to
do and I’ll do it.”
“I’m happy to hear that, because you and I are
going to go somewhere.”
Kimberly
frowns.
“Where?”
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On Camera
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There are a
lot of people who think I hate UWA. And
perhaps I am at fault for giving that impression. I’ve said some things that would give you the
idea that I hate UWA. Don’t get me
wrong, I take back nothing of what I said.
UWA management at the top level, Bryant and Helms, need to run this ship
better than its currently being run.
I don’t
hate UWA, I speak out because I love UWA and want to see it succeed and I want
to see real substantial change for the better here in this company because I
KNOW that UWA has the potential to kick SCW’s ass!
I do love
this company and I won’t let Silas Mason and his World destroy it. They’ve had all the momentum in their corner
since their arrival and now that Sinistry and New Eden is gone and the World
Championship is in their possession, they are truly at the top of the UWA.
Someone has
to stop their momentum and perhaps that person is me.
Myra
Lynwood, you’ll eventually realize, just like all of us former World members
realized, that Silas Mason is a poisonous cancer. For your sake, I hope you get away before
it’s too late. But for now, you are an
enemy, and you hold the UWA X-Class Championship. And taking that X-Class Championship doesn’t
just put gold around my waist, which admittedly is a hell of a perk…
…but it
also takes a hell of a lot of momentum away from you, Rachel, and Silas Mason.
I will
stand up for UWA.
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Scene 2
Off Camera
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After the
never ending lights of the great city of Boston, it would be easy for Marie
Annabelle Jones to underestimate the utter blackness of nighttime in the
woods. Kimberly Williams, her identical
twin sister, not so much, because where they are going is a place she is used
to. In the dark of night the trees are
like black trunks against a bluish charcoal sky, the path would become deepest
brown, and the moonlight would bleach the stones within it. The windows are down in their vehicle,
allowing the cool air of the forest to come flowing in so that Marie can
breathe it in as they continue down the path that was intertwined with thick
tree roots. The moonlight beamed through
the tree foliage. This hidden path that
the twin siblings are taking was tucked away in the depths of the forest. It swerved back and forth,
unpredictable. The path was remarkably
clear for one so rarely traveled. Curls
of vibrant green ivy lined the narrow path.
Mighty trees arched over it.
The vehicle
comes to a stop in front of what is technically a cabin but, in reality, is
just a run down shack. The old house
must have been little more than a glorified shed, even in its hay day. But now it looked for all the world like a
giant had sat on the roof, for it had sagged terribly. The windows were gaping holes for the wind to
rush in and out through and the door hung on its hinges at a jaunty angle,
although now it was really just a frame. It was a rotting heap, b owing down,
subservient to the elements.
Kimberly and
Marie stare at the run down shack, a place that both women have been to and a
place that Kimberly knows all too well, for it is the place where she was
raised by Emma Storm. She was kept
isolated from the rest of the world and that isolation from society caused her
to grow into the sociopathic monster that she is today. Kimberly has already visited her a few times
in her quest to hunt down her former step-mother and guardian. Marie has only been here once, when she was
invited by Emma in an attempt to manipulate her.
So what
would bring them back here on this night?
Kimberly wants to know, as evidenced by the curious gaze she shoots her
twin sister.
“What are we doing here?”
“Emma is a special kind of deadly. I get that.
And that’s why we’re here, Kim.”
Marie
motions to herself and Kim.
“This woman has ruined both of our
lives. She took us from our mom at
birth. And you got it worse because your
mind was…well…”
Kimberly
snickers.
“You can say it, Marie. She twisted me. She made me psychotic. I get it, it’s true. And you’re right, she has ruined both our
lives. So does that mean you want us to
gut her like a fish?”
A hopeful
and somewhat evil grin forms across Kimberly’s beautiful face as she awaits
Marie’s response. She is disappointed
when her twin sister shakes her head.
“No, that’s not the plan.”
“Well what else can we do to that
insufferable bitch?”
Marie shakes
her head.
“You’re missing the point, Kim. And I missed the point for a long time,
myself. The point is that we need to
move on, you and I. We cannot continue
to let events of the past shape our futures.”
Jones
reaches out and takes her twin’s hands, squeezing them tightly.
“Emma tried to destroy us. She tried to poison us against one another. But we didn’t let her win and I couldn’t be
happier to have you back in my life as my sister and not as my enemy.”
“Awww!
I’d cry if I was capable of feeling emotions!”
Marie rolls
her eyes.
“Joking aside, we both need to move on. We
both need to let go and move on. We need
to change, Kim, and change can’t happen as long as we’re holding onto that
past. We’re going to make peace with
Emma.”
Marie knows
the importance of making change. As much
as she may hate Emma for what she’s done to her family, she also realizes that
she needs to move on from it. She needs
to let it go. Her mother, Angelica
Jones, has already forgiven Emma. It
makes sense to Marie that she would forgive her, as well, so that she, like
Angelica, can make the necessary changes in her life to evolve and adapt, not
just as a person but as a wrestler as well.
Kimberly
Williams is good at maintaining a poker face.
She is good at hiding whatever few emotions she does feel. Right now she has a feeling of dread but she
hides it well as she stares at her identical twin sister. Kimberly’s dread comes from the fact that she
knows that she and Marie will be unable to make peace with Emma here tonight
due to the fact that Emma has been kidnapped and is being held captive by
Kimberly.
It took
Kimberly a great deal of time to earn the trust of her twin sister Marie
Annabelle Jones. Earning the trust of
Marie and becoming a part of her true biological family was something Kimberly sincerely wanted,
which gave Marie and Kim both hope that Kimberly could perhaps be cured. Or
maybe cured isn’t the right word for someone who is a self-described sociopath,
but at least she could be made better by being surrounded by a loving family.
But would
that loving family still support her if they knew what she’s done to Emma? It isn’t like Kimberly can turn back
now. She’s holding Emma captive. What’s done is done.
“Uh, I don’t think you’ll find Emma in
there, Marie.”
“Why not?”
“Well, I have been stopping by from time to
time to check in on her….”
Marie
frowns.
“You never told me that.”
“Do I have to tell you everything I do?”
Marie shrugs
her shoulders.
“I guess not.”
“Right, well I have been stopping by from
time to time to check on her and she hasn’t been there the last few times I
visited my old homestead. I’m guessing
she skipped town.”
Kimberly
once again puts on her poker face.
Inside she is nervously hoping that Marie will buy the lie she told
her. Kimberly does hate lying to Marie,
as she truly does want to have a normal relationship with her twin sister, but
she cannot let her know the truth behind what has happened to Emma Storm.
“That complicates things.”
“No it doesn’t.”
Kimberly
places a hand on Marie’s shoulder.
“Just forget about her, Marie. You said it yourself, we need to move
on. She ran away. She skipped town. Fine, let her go. Let’s forget about her and move on with our
own lives.”
Marie Jones
sighs and nods her head.
“Maybe you’re right.”
Kimberly
smiles, while inwardly she is celebrating the fact that she seems to have
distracted Marie. But then suddenly her
eyes grow wide with fear. She points
over Marie’s shoulder.
“Marie!
Look out!”
The hands of
a large, built, burly man reach in and grab hold of Marie’s neck. The other hand of this mystery man opens the
unlocked driver’s side door and jerks Marie out of the car. Kimberly, meanwhile, exits the passenger’s side. Marie is shoved to the ground and she looks
up at the mystery man, who is wearing denim jeans, brown cowboy boots, a plaid
button up shirt, and is sporting a long beard.
A sneer is written across his face as he glares angrily down at the
fallen Marie.
“WHERE IS SHE?!”
“Wha…?
Who are you?!”
“Don’t play dumb with me, bitch!”
The bearded
man kicks Marie hard in the ribcage.
“WHERE IS EMMA?!”
“I don’t…”
“Stop it, Dave!”
Kimberly
steps in between Marie and the bearded mystery man whose name is apparently
Dave. His anger briefly disappears as he
looks at Kimberly, back down at Marie, and then back up at Kimberly.
“Wait a fucking minute, there’s two of you!”
“No, dumbass, there’s just one Kimberly and
that’s me.”
She points
down at Marie.
“That’s my twin sister.”
“You’re Kim?
Then you’re the one I need to be getting answers from!”
He attempts
to throw a punch but Kimberly blocks it and then throws a counterpunch of her
own, staggering Dave backward.
“And I’m NOT the punching bag I used to be.”
He reaches
up and touches his lip, which has blood dripping from it after Kim busted his
lip with that counterpunch.
“I can see that.”
“What the hell do you want, Dave?”
He points an
angry finger at Kimberly.
“I want Emma! Where the hell is she?!”
“I have no idea!”
He growls
angrily.
“You’re lying!”
He chuckles
nastily.
“You think you’re so fucking smart? You’re the same dumb little whore you always
were. I’ve been following you since you
reemerged onto the scene. It’s hard to
miss you when you’re on television all the damn time.”
“You still haven’t answered the question,
Dave. What do you want?”
“Emma is my woman. I want her.
I’ve been trying to find her ever since she went missing.”
He glares
angrily at Kimberly.
“You think you’re so fucking smart but you’re
a dumb fuck, Kim. I know you had
something to do with this, and until I find my woman safe and sound, you’ll be
hounded by me, stalked by me, and I will make both of your lives a living
fucking hell!”
Dave turns
and disappears into the forest. Kimberly
briefly contemplates chasing after him but chooses not to. Marie is more important right now. She reaches down and offers a hand. Marie accepts it and Kim pulls her back up to
her feet.
“Are you ok?”
Marie nods
her head.
“Yeah, I think so, but Kim…”
Marie looks
towards the forest where the bearded Dave disappeared into. She looks back to Kim.
“…who was that?”
“That was Dave. Emma’s boyfriend. He helped raise me before they split up.”
“Dave?
Who…”
Kimberly
shakes her head vehemently.
“Look, I’d rather not talk about him right
now.”
“But WHO is he?”
Kim’s anger
flares up.
“I SAID I DON’T WANT TO FUCKING TALK ABOUT
THAT ASSHOLE RIGHT NOW!”
Marie
frowns, her eyes growing wide as well.
“Ok…fine…we don’t have to talk about him
right now. But if he thinks we did
something to Emma, we could be in serious trouble.”
“We’ll deal with that later, Marie. And I’m sorry for yelling at you, it’s just
that…”
Kimberly
sighs.
“…painful memories. Let’s leave it at that.”
“Ok, we don’t have to talk about him right
now, but there is one question you do need to answer.”
“What?”
“Kimberly…did you do something to Emma?”
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On Camera
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We open in
front of a UWA logo backdrop. The
opening chords of “Haunted” by Taylor Swift begins to play. It isn’t long until the lovely feminine
figure of Marie Annabelle Jones steps into the scene from stage left. Marie Jones is wearing a black petite
v-neckline sleeveless dress that features a stunning lace overlay at the bust
and a flattering tiered skirt that finishes with a tulip style hem. Her feet are encased in black high heeled
pumps. Eventually the music dies down
until it is completely silent. The Crown
Jewel of Professional Wrestling then begins to speak.
“It’s no secret that I have my issues with
the way Drew Bryant and David Helms manages this wrestling promotion known as
UWA. I was UWA World Champion. I was on top of the world; until I lost it
all in a match against Vanilla Skyy. I
was expected to just roll over, to be content with being tag team
champion. That’s what they wanted from
me but that’s not what I wanted. I
wanted to be a singles wrestler and yet I was pigeonholed as a tag team
wrestler. It took the #GingerHoax
perpetrated by myself, Tabitha Silverstone, Sophie James, and my identical twin
Kimberly Williams in order to force myself back into the position I wanted to
be in; at the bare minimum I wanted to be back in the singles division. Ideally, I would like to get my rightful shot
at the UWA World Championship.”
The leader
of the worldwide ginger movement shakes her head.
“You may not like me. You may hate me for the way I went about
airing my grievances and trying to make things right. You may believe my #GingerHoax to be
manipulative and unfair.”
Jones nods
her head in a shocking sign of agreement.
“And that’s fine, you can think whatever you
like about me. But despite what you may
think about me and my #GingerNation, there is a force in UWA that far worse
than me. There is an individual in UWA
that is more of a manipulative monster than I could ever hope to be.”
A small
image of Silas Mason appears on the screen next to Marie Jones.
“I am no saint, but Silas Mason is
definitely a demon if I ever saw one. I
should know because I was once a client of his.
I was a part of Silas World during the hay days of the Independent
Wrestling Cartel. He led me to a reign
as IWC World Tag Team Champion and damn near brought me to the promised land of
the IWC World Championship. There’s no
denying that he is a brilliant tactician and strategist. That mind could be used for so many good
things and yet his morality, or lack thereof, causes him to become the worst of
the worst of humanity. And it is that
individual, who is driven by a desire for revenge and a desire to dominate
UWA.”
“It’s already beginning to take shape. Myra Lynwood is the X-Class Champion and
Rachel Tatum Lee is the World Champion.
Silas World even tried to bully Victoria Salinas into throwing her title
shot against Ricky Octavius for the Hybrid Championship with a not-so-subtle
threat of what may happen if she were to win the title.”
“Thankfully Salinas had the courage to not
be bullied, to not be intimidated, and to stand up and fight, and to win that
Hybrid Championship regardless of what Silas Mason may think or want.”
The Crown
Jewel of Professional Wrestling stares intensely into the camera lenses as she
pats her own chest with her right hand.
“Now it’s my turn to stand up.”
She chuckles
lightly.
“It’s ironic that I’m the one about to stand
up. It’s extremely ironic that Marie
Jones, the supposed “diva” as a few of you have referred to me, the one who has
been bitching about her treatment in UWA, is now prepared to step up to defend
UWA from Silas Mason, Myra Lynwood, and Rachal Lee.”
“It may be ironic but it also makes perfect
sense, because while I do have my difference of opinion with Helms and Bryant,
I also realize that UWA has the potential to be great. It has the potential to surpass every other
wrestling promotion in the world today, including Supreme Championship
Wrestling.”
Jones frowns
somberly as she shakes her head.
“But that reality will never come to pass if
Silas Mason and his girls are allowed to run roughshod over UWA. If no one stops Silas Mason and his crew
soon, then UWA will go the way of IWC, because everything Silas touches dies. Silas Mason is a cancer, a poison that
destroys any wrestling promotion he enters.”
Marie points
to herself.
“You may not like me, you may even detest
me, but I am prepared to fight for UWA against the Silas Mason threat. And my fight has begun with Myra Lynwood.”
The image of
Silas Mason fades away. In its place
appears an image of Myra Lynwood.
“Myra, I have stood silent watching you and
listening to you, from across UWA and GCW.
Up until now I have been silent.
And perhaps that was my mistake, because quite frankly what I’ve been
seeing from you makes me sick.”
She holds up
one finger.
“For starters, you obsess over destroying
wrestling tradition. You shout over
twitter in your endless all-caps posting, thinking that if you declare to the
world in all caps that “WRESTLING TRADITION IS DEAD”, in a vain hope that it’ll
make the rest of us care about your opinion when, in reality, few care about
the opinions of an annoying harpy like you.”
“Piece of advice, sweetie; quit the
shouting. Whether you shout or tweet in
a normal voice, we still care just as little about you as before.”
“I used to be a shouter like you. I shouted to the highest of heavens back when
I was part of Silas World. During the
draft period of IWC, I shouted to anyone and everyone who would listen about
how I demanded to be traded away from Uprising and back to RIOT, the show run
by Silas Mason. But I quickly realized
that shouting got me nowhere. In fact,
shouting usually turned people off.”
“Granted, I am still a vocal critic of
problems that I see in UWA, especially if I feel those problems are negatively
effecting me, but I don’t shout like a whiny little diva bitch like you.”
Marie holds
up a second finger.
“The second thing that bothers me about you
is how you trash tradition when tradition is what this business was built on. Tradition is the reason why you are in the
position you are today, holding championship gold in two great wrestling
promotions. Instead of being grateful to
tradition, you want to destroy it.”
Marie
chuckles again, also ever so lightly.
“But then again, there are times I question
whether or not you even know what the hell “tradition” actually is in
professional wrestling. So allow me to
spell it out for you; this sport is and always will be about competition. The tradition of professional wrestling is
about proving who is the best of the best in the squared circle. Regardless of whether you show sportsmanship
and shake your opponent’s hand afterwards or if you spit in your opponent’s
face, that’s irrelevant and not part of the tradition. Whether you and your opponent abide by rules
or just fight by using any means necessary to achieve your goals is irrelevant,
I don’t view that as part of the original tradition of this sport either.”
She shakes
her head.
“The tradition of this sport is two warriors
battling to see who is the best.”
She points a
finger directly into the camera, as if pointing directly at Myra Lynwood
herself.
“You are the reigning GCW Global Champion
and, more importantly for our battle, the reigning UWA X-Class Champion. You hold the world in your very hands and yet
you have no fucking clue what that really means, you delusional bitch.”
“Do you think you look like a proud
champion, worthy of the respect of your peers, or at the very least fear, based
upon your actions via social media? The
way you argue like an insipid child with Andrea Hernandez must be
embarrassing. If I argued with Kim,
Sophie, or Tabs the way you do with Andrea, I’d damn sure be embarrassed. And it’s not Andrea’s fault…”
Jones shakes
her head.
“…it’s all your fault. You bring it on because of your horrific,
poisonous, cancerous personality, a personality that truly matches up quite
well with Silas Mason’s. And in that
sense you two are a great match for one another. You were made for one another. There’s only one problem, Myra, and this is
the last piece of advice you’re ever going to get from me.”
“You call yourself the Mistress of
Manipulation? Take it from me, Silas is
far better at manipulation than you. You
may think that you are the best of allies, business partners, friends, or
whatever you consider yourselves. But he
is not to be trusted and, if you’re not careful, he will humiliate you and ruin
your career.”
She shrugs
her shoulders, showing signs of ambivalence.
“But I don’t care if you listen to my
advice. If you choose to ignore me,
that’s your funeral. I only want one
thing from you on Outbreak and one thing only…”
Again she
points at the camera.
“…I want your UWA X-Class Championship. I want it for two reasons; primarily I want
it for me, because while most ladies love diamonds, this girl loves her gold
and I don’t just want, I NEED that championship. And yes, Myra, I will do whatever is
necessary to take it from you.”
“This is also a favor to UWA. Drew Bryant and David Helms did me a favor by
allowing me to wrestle in the singles division again, the least I can do is to
do them a favor in return by taking that X-Class Championship away from a
charisma-vacuum like you.”
“It will also be a favor for UWA, because
when I win that championship, I can return a semblance of honor back to that
title; honor that it lost ever since you became champion back at Sectioned.”
She motions
to herself.
“Now I’ve spoken a great deal about you, so
let me tell you a few things about me.”
“I know full well that Helms and Bryant are
still not fully trusting of me. I’ve
said some terrible things about them and UWA, most of which I stand by, but
only because I want to change UWA for the better. Yet I know because of my words, this very
well could be a rare opportunity for me, one of the last few opportunities I
may receive.”
“I did take a fall from grace after losing
the UWA World Championship to Vanilla Skyy, not just as a competitor but also
in the eyes of the public. But that’s
fine, because long before I was known as The Crown Jewel of Professional
Wrestling I was known as The Phoenix.
And if you know your mythology, then you know that the phoenix dies in
flame only to be continuously resurrected.”
The image of
Myra Lynwood disappears. In its place is
an image of the Phoenix.
“I may have gone down in flames, partly
because of my own hubris, but like the mythical Phoenix I am ready to rise back
up out of the ashes of my own demise and become greater than I ever was. For I am The Phoenix and there is absolutely
nothing you can do to keep me down.”
“But I am also The Crown Jewel of
Professional Wrestling, among the best to lace up a pair of wrestling
boots. As good as you are, I am and
always will be just that much better.
And if you don’t believe it, then I’ll just have to prove it to you on
Outbreak when I defeat you to become the UWA X-Class Champion.”
“So prepare yourself, Myra. Prepare for what will be the fight of your
life.”
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Kimberly
Williams
On Camera
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Hi there! Kimberly Williams here; identical twin of
Marie Annabelle Jones and one half of the current UWA World Tag Team Champions
with my bestie BFF Sophie James!
But while I
may be a champion in name, I am not a true champion. At least not in the eyes of what HelmsyWelmsy
and Drewseph want in UWA. The kind of
person they want is epitomized in the form of my sister Marie.
Her title
reign may have been short lived, but when she was UWA World Champion, Marie did
everything UWA asked her to do. She
showed up at the public appearances, she signed the autographs, she promoted
UWA better than anyone else by appearing on talk shows and news shows. Marie did her damndest to put UWA over
because she loved UWA and believed in its potential, because she believed in what
it could be.
Now I’d just
assume burn it to the ground. That
sounds like fun! But Marie isn’t like
me. She still believes in what UWA can
be. She believes it has the potential to
be great. That’s why she still fights
with every fiber of her being, not to destroy UWA or to put it down, but to try
and wake it up, to try and fix it, and right now to save it from forces from
within.
Forces like
Myra Lynwood.
Myra, let’s
face facts here; you are a hell of a lot more like me than you may want to
admit. I don’t mean that we’re both
sociopaths, though based on your twitter activities I wouldn’t be surprised if
you aren’t…
“MAIM HIM!”
Yeah, you
said that the other day. You also
admitted on twitter that you tried to drug one of your GCW enemies. Not very smart, babe.
But I’m not
talking about our shared sociopathic tendencies. I am referring to the fact that neither of us
really measure up to what UWA wants in the form of a champion. And much like me, you don’t care about
measuring up to their standards.
Unfortunately
for you, Marie does measure up and she is more than up to the task of taking
that X-Class Championship away from you and restoring it to its former glory.
Trust me,
Myra, you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into when you defend that
championship against my sister. I do
because I have challenged her in the past.
There is no one more enduring, no one tougher, and definitely no one
more stubborn than my sister. She is too
stubborn to quit and she will not quit until she gets what she wants…
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