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Scene 1
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Collision
Course was a night in which Marie Annabelle Jones, the X-Limits Champion and
The Phoenix of UWA, showed off her talent and abilities. In the rumble match she started at number
three, nearly the beginning, and lasted nearly forty minutes to the end of the
match itself. It was quite an impressive
performance for self-proclaimed Crown Jewel of Professional Wrestling…
…and yet it
still was not good enough. She was not
the one left standing when the smoke was cleared. Instead it was her friend, Sophie James. That alone makes it bittersweet for
Jones. The #GingerNation did pick up the
big win at Collision Course, but it wasn’t Marie Jones. It was Sophie. It was supposed to be Marie. She was supposed to win it all and finally go
on to Olympus and get her rematch for the UWA World Championship.
Though Marie
cannot be upset too much about the outcome.
During a time when Marie had burnt many bridges and needed a tag team
partner, it was Sophie who stepped up and filled the role not just of tag team
partner but as a close friend and confidant.
Sophie helped Marie through some tough times during her initial
redemption journey. That initial journey
ended with Marie becoming UWA World Champion at the first Olympus. It is appropriate that Sophie now have her
moment at the second Olympus and Marie will be happy for her.
Besides,
Jones knows that her opportunity at the world championship will come. After her performance in the rumble, no one
can deny that she deserves it. She’ll
just have to be patient and wait. Until
then, she has other duties to attend to as a member of the UWA roster and that
specifically has to do with defending the UWA X-Limits Championship.
When UWA
Outbreak returns she will be defending against the former champion, Myra
Lynwood. She defeated Myra once to get
the title, so Marie knows that she can get the job done. But this time could prove to be an entirely
different scenario as both athletes know one another now. They’ve fought before. And Marie can be sure that Myra will do
anything to regain her championship status after losing the X-Limits
Championship and then failing to capture the UWA World Championship at
Collision Course.
Myra Lynwood
isn’t the only individual on the mind of Marie Jones at this moment. In the back of her mind also lurks the issues
she’s been having with her identical twin sister Kimberly Williams. It wasn’t long ago that Kimberly kidnapped
Emma Storm, the woman who raised Kimberly from birth, and locked her in the
basement of an abandoned house where she would proceed to torture her for
months on end.
It was bad
enough when Marie learned of this but when Emma’s former lover, David Burns,
found out and targeted the siblings, demanding to know where Emma was, the
situation only grew worse. Marie knew
something had to be done but she never anticipated what would eventually
happen.
Kimberly
murdered Emma Storm.
With Emma
now out of the picture Kimberly ran away, hoping to keep Marie out of the
danger that David Burns presented. Marie
found the pair of them in the cabin where Emma raised Kim as a child. David turned his rage and aggression upon
Marie and it was at that moment that Kimberly, in an attempt to save Marie, put
a bullet through David’s head.
His life was
over. Kimberly was now a double murderer
and that fact was too much even for Kimberly to deal with. Marie swore to help Kimberly fix
herself. She swore the family would help
her. She told Kimberly that, despite
what she felt, she was a Jones. She did
belong to the family and that the family would help her.
But Marie
understands that it is easier said than done.
Thunder came
like the prelude to a great song, impetuous rumbling permeating the air every
bit as much as the sudden rain. At first it was a crack, violent to the ears,
but after came a rolling sound that dissipated into the surrounding hills. Marie Annabelle Jones, who sits inside of her
Boston, Massachusetts home, jumps ever so slightly at the sound, thankful that,
at least, she is inside and not outside in this mess.
The large, grandiose
living room is uncomfortably large and is like a perfect magazine cover. Inside Marie sits on a couch that is cream
but inlaid with a fine green silk; leaves embroidered so delicately that they
might have landed there in spring and just sunk in, but we know they took
hundreds of hours to sew. The white
curtains over the windows are linen, the kind of white that is untouched by
hands and devoid of dust. A cursory look to the right shows me the almost
hidden cords that are used to open and close them. There is no television, no bookshelf, no
dining table, only the chairs arranged around the bespoke fireplace which leaps
with a gas flame.
Over the
mantle are pictures of her loving and caring husband, Arthur Pond, who is not
at home as of right now. He has gone out
on business. When he will return is
unknown and that’s what leaves Marie even more concerned beyond just this
storm. Everything else is of her mother,
no father here. Every decoration is feminine, there are those ubiquitous
statements of love and friendship engraved into plaques on the wall. She
idolizes love but cannot replicate what she has lost.
Another
noise causes the redhead to nearly jump up out of the couch itself, but this
time the noise is most definitely not from the thunder and lightning of the
coming storm. What she hears is thudding
from upstairs in hers and Arthur’s bedroom.
Being alone is bad enough, being alone in a storm is worse, but add to
it the possibility of an intruder makes things very frightful for The Phoenix.
Jones rises
up off of the sofa and slowly makes her way over cautiously and silently to the
fireplace. She reaches up, pushes the
pictures aside, and then produces a pistol.
Marie has an idea of what might be causing this noise, and if she is
right then she is safe, but it is better to be safe than sorry. Thus, with gun in hand, she quietly makes her
way out of the room and out into the hallway.
There she heads towards the staircase that heads upstairs.
The stairs
ahead were twisted in a perfect spiral, like a child's slinky toy pulled from
each end. Each stair was a deep walnut.
The inner edge was painted antique cream. She let her hand fall on to the iron rail,
rough in its rustic charm and placed her weight on the first step. As silently as she can, Marie makes her way
up to the top of the stairs, to the second level hallway. With pistol still in hand she quietly makes
her way down the hall a few feet before turning to her right and gazing at the
door that leads to her and Arthur’s bedroom.
Jones stands
there listening closely and carefully for any sounds from within but she hears
nothing. Could she have imagined
everything? No, impossible. She knows what she heard and she heard a
thudding noise. Someone was up here.
It’s now or
never.
Marie pushes
the door open and steps into her bedroom but pistol pointed outwards in front
of her. She finds no one here, but they
could be hidden so she remains in a defensive stance as she scans the room.
The bedroom
was furnished on quite the luxurious budget and was full of more warmth and
color than what Marie could have possibly imagined. On the back wall was a mural, a tree with
every color of fall leaf imaginable and a few more besides. On the crude pine
bed was a hand embroidered orange cover. From every wall smiled black and white
photographs of herself as a child with her mother. The King sized bed was against the wall in
the center.
Just then
the closet door swings open. Marie tilts
her pistol back up towards the intruder who turns out to be Kimberly Williams,
Marie’s identical twin. Marie sighs as
she realizes this fact and lowers the pistol.
Kim is wearing torn denim jeans and a black “UWA” t-shirt. Her feet are bare.
“Kimberly!
What on earth…”
“Hiya, Marie!”
Kimberly
motions to the pistol.
“Whatcha packing that gun for?”
“I heard something.”
She gazes
over the window on the far side of the room; sure enough it is open. Kimberly must have climbed up and broke in
through the window. Marie shakes her
head with frustration.
“And clearly I was right.”
“Right about what?”
Marie rolls
her eyes. She can’t take much more of
Kim’s nonsense.
“You!
You could have used the front door, you know? I gave you a key. Why did you have to break in, Kim?”
Marie places
her hands on her hips as she awaits an answer.
Instead of an answer, what she gets is Kimberly placing her hands on her
hips and staring at her incredulously, curiously, as if Marie were some space
alien or as if she spoke a foreign language and Kim doesn’t understand.
“For starters, babe, I don’t know who this
Kim or Kimberly is.”
“Quit the games, Kim, please.”
“Who the hell is Kim? My name is Lexi!”
Marie blinks
her eyes furiously out of curiosity.
“Lexi?”
“Lexi, as in Lexi Helms!”
Marie tries
to respond but before she can she is awestruck as Kimberly quickly undoes her
pants and drops them to the floor. She
strips clear of her shirt as well, throwing it onto Marie’s head. Marie tosses the shirt aside and gazes at her
twin standing there in a matching black lace bra and panty number. Kimberly turns and wriggles her fine, cute
little posterior in front of Marie.
“And this is property of AJ! BAY BAY!”
Marie shakes
her head.
“No, you are NOT Lexi Von Aaron…”
“Helms!
Lexi Helms! I’m a Princess!”
Jones rolls
her eyes.
“Whatever.
You are NOT Lexi…you are…”
Before Marie
can finish her thought Kimberly again interrupts.
“You’re right, I’m not Lexi!”
Kimberly
starts to dance and jump circles around Marie.
“I’m Rachel Tatum Lee! Dead In Tombstone! Yee-Haw!”
“Kim, quit acting a fool…”
Kim stops
her dancing and glares angrily at Marie.
“Quit callin’ me Kim, sugar. I’m Rachel, the UWA World Champion!”
She grabs
Marie and throws her onto the king sized bed.
Jones scrambles to her knees but not before Kimberly hops up onto the
bed as well. Kimberly stands up on the
bed and snatches Marie by her hair and pulls her up to her feet on the bed.
“Kim!
What the hell are you doing?!”
“DEAD IN TOMBSTONE, SUGAR!”
Kimberly
hoists Marie up into the tombstone pile driver position. Before Marie can stop it, Kimberly drops down
for the Dead In Tombstone. Luckily it
was on a king sized bed and the soft cushion of the bed causes no real
damage. Jones pops up to her knees and
stares angrily at Kimberly. Rage is
flowing through Marie’s eyes and veins this very moment.
“What the hell is wrong with you?! The Lexi shit was bad enough but now
this? Rachel?!”
Marie gives
Kimberly a rough shove.
“You could have fucking hurt me!”
“Oh relax, Marie. I dropped you on your pretty little head but
it was on this cushioned mattress. You
were in no danger.”
Marie shoves
her again.
“You don’t know that!”
“Whatever.”
Kimberly
rolls over and steps off of the bed.
Marie sighs as she does the same, swinging her legs off the side of the
bed and walking up to her identical twin.
“First you break into my house, then you act
like a maniac, and now you try to hurt me.
What the hell is wrong with you, Kim?”
Kim’s back
is turned to Marie but Marie can still hear Kimberly chuckling under her
breath.
“You really haven’t figured it out, sis?”
“No, I haven’t. What’s wrong with you?”
“It’s real simple, Marie.”
Kimberly
turns around to face Marie. Tears are
flowing down her cheek.
“I don’t want to be me. I hate myself. I’m a sociopathic monster and I hate who I
am. I thought I’d be happy being anyone
else but me. I thought I could be
Lexi…she’s nuts like me, but then again, she has no real friends. I mean, there is technically Chanel and
Lenore, but they don’t really like her and you know it.”
Marie nods
her head in agreement as she continues to listen to Kim.
“Then I thought why not Rachel! She’s the World Champion! How great would that be? I could be World Champion! But then I realized we’re too different. Southern girl and Yankee girl. She’s even got that idiot Silas Mason to deal
with. Plus there’s really only one
person I want to be…”
Without
warning Kimberly spins around and grabs Marie by her throat.
“..YOU!
I WANT TO BE YOU!”
“ACK!”
Kimberly
squeezes harder and tighter. Marie
starts to choke and drops to her knees.
“I could end you now the way I ended Emma
and Dave.”
“Don’t…”
“I could dispose of the body and just not
bring it up again. I could take your place. I’ve done it before, only this time I’d be
much more careful to play the part right and not draw attention to myself. Your mom would not notice, she hates me
anyway and would just think I’m you and that Kimberly was gone. Your husband wouldn’t notice either.”
“Please…don’t…”
“I should just end you now and take your
place…”
Just as
Marie is about to lose consciousness, Kimberly releases her grip. Marie starts to cough as she tries to regain
her composure. Kimberly stands up and
walks back over to the king sized bed and sits down on the edge. Jones eventually pushes herself back to her
knees and then stares up at Kimberly who is not looking at Marie at all, but
instead her eyes are focused on the floor.
“…but I can’t do that. I can’t eliminate you, I can’t take your
place. The old me could have done it
without a second thought. The monster
with no sense of morality could easily have done that. But I’ve been weakened, weakened to the
degree that I cannot do that to you…not to my sister…”
Marie stands
back up. She wants to sit down next to
Kimberly. She wants to offer her gentle
comfort but she is reluctant, especially after what just happened. She stays a safe distance away from her
somewhat psychotic twin.
“I’m grateful for that. But come on, Kimberly, be realistic with me
here, what do you want? What is it that
you can get by being Lexi or Rachel or me but you can’t get by being yourself?”
Marie pauses
as she waits on an answer. Clearly the
question is setting in, clearly Kimberly is thinking it over. Finally she looks up at Marie with tears in
her eyes.
“Normalcy.”
Marie stares
at her curiously.
“Normalcy?”
“Yeah, I just want to be normal.”
Marie feels
a little safer now, or maybe she’s just feeling braver, or maybe, just maybe,
she feels sorry for Kimberly. Whatever
the reason may be, Marie begins to make her way over to the bed. She sits down next to her identical twin.
“You were lucky, you know? You were raised in a normal environment,
Marie.”
“I don’t know how normal it was. I was bounced back and forth between mom and
dad.”
“But they cared for you. They may have hated each other but they both
loved you. I was nurtured by a
sociopath.”
Kimberly
shakes her head.
“There’s no way you can fix that.”
Marie wraps
an arm around Kimberly’s shoulder.
“You’re wrong about that, Kim. Remember what I told you? You are my sister. You are a Jones and we stick together. This family that you are a part of will help
you get through this and we will help you find normality.”
“That means a lot, Marie, it really does,
but those are just words. Even in
practice the family can only do so much.
To truly fix myself there is something I must do and I am too weak to do
it. I’m…”
Kim’s voice
fades away. Marie look at Kim curiously,
wondering what she was just about to say.
“What?
What is it?”
“…I’m afraid.”
Kimberly
taps herself on the head.
“I’m broken up here in the head, Marie! My head needs fixing and there’s only one
place to do it but I’m afraid of having myself committed…”
“I’m glad you can recognize that psychiatric
help is what you need. And I understand
how difficult it must be. Mom told
stories about her time when she was committed.”
Marie takes
Kimberly by her hands and squeezes them tightly.
“But it’s like I said, the Jones family
sticks together and we’ll be with you the entire journey.”
Kimberly
shakes her head.
“But I’ll just put yet another dark stain on
the Jones reputation if I’m locked up in a loony bin. Does the Jones family really want to be associated
with a nut like me?”
“Look into my eyes, Kim!”
Kim obeys,
staring into her sister’s loving eyes.
“We all make mistakes, God knows I’ve made a
ton of them, but despite all of that you are still my sister and I love you and
I don’t care what anyone says, I am proud to have you as my sister. I would never hide it. And I think mom would agree.”
Kimberly
wipes some tears from her eyes.
“Really?”
“Yes, really. We’re here for you, Kim. Trust me.”
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Scene 2
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Trust is
important in any relationship, but most especially for loved ones. Kimberly is unique in the sense that she was
separated from her family at birth. She
grew up not realizing she even had a sister.
She found out about her sister, Marie Annabelle Jones, much later. Marie didn’t know what to think of her
somewhat psychotic identical twin sister at first. They feuded from time to time, much more than
traditional siblings would, but they grew to love one another. Even Kim, in her own unique way, cared for
Marie.
Marie grew
to have a trust for Kimberly, despite their tumultuous past. Marie wants nothing more than to help
Kimberly obtain the one thing she wants more than anything else, the one thing
she has ever wanted ever since learning
that she had a real family beyond the sociopath who raised her…
…normalcy.
Fixing what
might be a mental problem is a job that Marie cannot do herself, she must admit
that, but she knows who can help her. It
will take strength from Kimberly in order to fulfill her end of the bargain but
Marie will be there every step of the way to help Kim through it.
Marie and
Kimberly find themselves in the office of a psychiatrist, the head psychiatrist
at this clinic where Kimberly will very soon be checking in. This place will be Kimberly’s home for the
foreseeable future and it scares her.
For the first time in Kimberly’s life, she is afraid. But that’s what Marie is there for; to give
her strength.
Marie takes
Kimberly by the hand and squeezes it tightly.
She looks into Kim’s eyes and smiles.
“It’ll be fine, Kim. Trust me.”
“Thanks, sis.”
The office
was painted grey, and it had only one floor-to-ceiling window, which faced the
main road. On the grey desk sat a desktop computer, a notebook lying open, and
a stack of papers sitting under a turtle-shaped paperweight. In a corner, the
air conditioner was blasting at medium, and there was a swivel chair in the
middle of the office. A bookshelf, bursting with books was in a corner, with
yet another stack of papers under a paperweight that was shaped to look like a
tuft of grass. A few pens were lying on the papers, but some had fallen onto
the top of the bookshelf.
At that
moment the door to the office opens.
Kimberly and Marie brace themselves as they hear the clicking of high
heels across the polished hardwood floor.
They watch as the woman, a blonde in a teal skirt suit with black high
heeled pumps, walks over to the desk and sits down. She looks at the women and smiles warmly,
affectionately even, almost as if there is recognition there.
“Marie!
Hi!”
She says
this in an enthusiastic tone. There is
definitely some recognition from the doctor but how? Where does she know them from? Marie studies her closely but can’t seem to
figure it out as she gazes at the female doctor with puzzlement.
“Uh, I’m sorry, but…”
“You don’t remember me, do you?”
“Should I?”
The doctor
chuckles and nods her head.
“Well I guess it HAS been a long time since
we’ve been employed by the same company.”
“Huh?”
Marie stares
at her a little longer and then the lightbulb goes off in her head and a look
of realization washes across her face.
“Dr. Jennifer Warren!”
The good
doctor, Dr. Warren, nods her head enthusiastically.
“Yup, that’s me! I remember when you were younger, before you
got in the business. You were coming
with your mother to the events.”
Dr. Jennifer
Warren was the staff psychiatrist for Global Division of Wrestling, the very
first company Marie’s mother and Marie herself wrestled for. Angelica Jones competed there for eleven
years until it closed down and Dr. Warren was always there as the staff
psychiatrist. After GDW closed, some
went to other companies. Some retired. Marie never knew what happened with Dr.
Warren…
…now she
knows.
“Global Division of Wrestling…those were the
days…mom and I both miss the company but we did find a new place to go.”
“Yes, I heard. You’re the X-Limits Champion in UWA.”
“How did you know?”
Dr. Warren
winks.
“I always keep up with my former patients.
“Yeah, well I’m defending against Myra
Lynwood on the next Outbreak. I hope I’ll retain.”
“I’m sure you will. You’re just as good as your mother, and she
was great.”
Marie
motions to Dr. Warren.
“Well what about you? You clearly moved up in the world since
GDW.”
“You could say that. Immediately after GDW closed I started my own
practice. That lasted for two years and
then one thing led to another and I was brought on to be a psychiatric doctor
here at this clinic.”
“But now you’re the one in charge, aren’t
you?”
Dr. Warren
nods her head.
“Yes, I’m in charge now. I recently got promoted.”
She points
at Kimberly.
“That’s why when I heard Kimberly here was
committing herself to our clinic, I made sure to personally put her on my
caseload.”
Kimberly
chuckles.
“It’s hard to forget me, eh Dr. Warren?”
Dr. Warren
sighs and nods her head.
“I guess it is hard to forget you, Kim, but
I am proud to hear that you are willing to get help. Admitting that you have a problem and that
you need help is the first step to recovery.”
“So says Alcoholics Anonymous!”
Warren
chuckles.
“Yes, yes they do!”
“So what will be required of me, doc?”
The doctor
sighs.
“Well based upon what I’ve seen, only what
I’ve seen mind you, I’m sure there is more…”
Marie nods
her head.
“Yes, there is…a lot…”
“Right, well that said, I believe there is
no way around it. A long term stay will
be required.”
Marie’s eyes
grow wide.
“What?!”
Kim sighs
and nods her head.
“I figured…goodbye family, goodbye wrestling
career…”
“There’s got to be something you can do
about it, Dr. Warren…”
She shakes
her head.
“I’m sorry, Marie, but you and I both know
Kimberly’s past. I would lose my license
to practice if people found out I let her run around unguarded with her
past. But…”
“But what?”
“…I could pull some strings. I’d have to talk to Mr. Bryant and Mr. Helms
and make sure it’s ok with them for me or another doctor or one of our guards
here to accompany her to the arena for a show.
And immediately after each show she’d have to return to the clinic. I might be able to work that out.”
She casts a
stern gaze at Kimberly.
“But there is NO way around it. You have to spend time here, Kimberly.”
Marie sighs
and starts to stand up.
“Well thanks anyway, Dr. Warren, but…”
Kimberly
grabs Marie by her wrist to stop her from leaving.
“No…”
Marie looks
quizzically at Kimberly.
“What is it, Kim?”
“I decided.
I need help…”
Kimberly
looks at Dr. Warren.
“…I dug my own grave by my own actions, I
put myself here. This place with Dr.
Warren is where I will find the help I need.”
Kimberly
stands up and extends her hand to Dr. Warren, who accepts the handshake.
“We’ll do everything we can to help you,
Kim.”
Marie turns
and embraces Kimberly.
“I’m proud of you, sis! And trust me, your family, THE JONES FAMILY,
we will be with you every step of the way!”
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Marie Jones
On Camera
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The camera
feed begins to roll. Immediately we are
met with the immensity of a sporting arena.
And yet, as immensely large as the inside of this structure may be, it
is quite evident, even through the dim lighting you can see that this place is
very much empty. The emptiness of this
arena speaks volumes when you catch glimpses of the empty chairs set up all
throughout the arena, all surrounding a steel entrance ramp that leads all the
way to a professional wrestling ring.
The stillness and emptiness of this environment is disturbed when
clapping is heard at the top of the entrance ramp.
“Congratulations!”
This voice
is unmistakably that of Marie Annabelle Jones.
It’s also chock full of sarcasm, dripping from every word. We cut to the top of the ramp and we see
Jones herself all decked out in a red shimmering crew neck short sleeve sheath
cocktail dress that features allover sequins.
Her feet are encased in strappy black high heeled sandals. The UWA X-Limits Championship title belt is
draped over her right shoulder.
“I want to personally congratulate Myra
Lynwood, and I think everyone should congratulate her. She’s risen to the top quite quickly here in
UWA in a very short amount of time.
She’s been in several main events and even got to compete for the UWA
World Championship at Collision Course.
So bravo…”
Jones starts
to applaud but it is evident that this is not sincere, as told by her slow,
golf clapping illustrates.
“…bravo, Myra. Your skills are second to none here in UWA.”
Jones shakes
her head.
“But don’t get me wrong, Myra is no Victoria
Salinas because Vicky did some of the very same things, including her own UWA
World Title Match, but she did it on her own.
Myra is no Sophie James, who busted her ass at Collision Course on her
own to earn a spot on the grandest stage in UWA, the Olympus main event. And Myra is damn sure not a Marie Annabelle
Jones, because just last year it was me who worked my ass off to get into the
Olympus main event where I became the UWA World Champion and now here in the
present I once again worked hard, I bled, I sacrificed, and I earned the UWA
X-Limits Championship by whipping Myra’s ass on Outbreak.”
A smirk
crosses Marie’s face, a smirk that speaks of her confidence in her own
abilities.
“And I did all of that on my own. Now Myra Lynwood is good, but let’s face it
sweetie, you did not get to where you are on your own merits.”
She shakes
her head.
“You’ve been riding the coattails of Silas
Mason and Rachel Lee.”
The Crown
Jewel of Professional Wrestling begins the walk down the ramp, a walk that she
and so many others are quite familiar with, her eyes forward facing the camera
and the squared circle.
“Rachel was always meant to be the star of
The World. Not you. And maybe you’re just now beginning to
realize this, but just in case you haven’t allow me to spell it out for you,
because I have history with Silas Mason as a former member of The World. Everything in The World is centered around
one single figure…”
She holds up
one finger on her right hand.
“…that figure in SCW was Kelcey
Wallace. Now, here in UWA, that central
figure is Rachel Lee. Not Myra
Lynwood. Rachel Lee. As long as Silas is calling the shots, Myra,
he will never allow you to be a threat to the UWA World Championship that
Rachel now possesses. To him you’re
little more than Rachel’s sidekick. Your
job in The World is help make sure she retains her championship.”
At the
bottom of the ramp Marie rounds a corner and heads to the steel steps. She ascends the steel steps and steps up to
the ring apron. She turns to face the
camera.
“The great tyrant who loves to throw her
weight around in GCW’s Utopia is nothing more than the Dick Grayson to Rachel’s
Bruce Wayne, the Robin to her Batman.
You’re only there because of her.
You could be more than that, you could be the top dog in The World, you
proved that at Collision Course, but thus far you’ve been content with being a
happy lackey. Silas has told you your
place and you are accepting of your place.”
Jones steps
through the ropes and into the ring. She
heads to the center of the ring where a spotlight shines down upon her.
“That is why The Ginger Nation is and always
will be a stronger, superior unit than The World. There is no hierarchy in The Ginger
Nation. There are no sidekicks. Last year it was me competing in the main
event of Olympus. Last year I won the
UWA World Championship on the grandest stage of them all. This year I came oh so close to doing it
again only to be stopped just short of the Olympus main event by my best
friend, my tag team partner, my fellow Ginger Nation member Sophie James. If this were a hierarchy, if I were some kind
of leader, then I wouldn’t stand for that.”
Jones shakes
her head.
“But that’s not who we are and that’s not
how we operate. Sophie, Kim, and I…we
are equals. We understand that, and it
is that understanding that makes us stronger than The World, stronger than you,
Rachel, and your glorified pimp Silas Mason.
And at Olympus, Sophie James will take the World Championship away from
Rachel Lee, leaving The World with absolutely nothing! As for me?”
She pats the
X-Limits Championship title belt, still draped over her right shoulder.
“I have a duty and an obligation to defend
this championship. I have a duty and an
obligation to be the best possible X-Limits Champion I can be, representing UWA
to the best of my ability. Right now
that means keeping this championship away from you, Myra.”
Jones
chuckles.
“Funny, we’re told that there are no
automatic rematches in UWA and yet you automatically get yours. You must be one lucky lady, Myra, and indeed
you have had quite a run of good luck since your arrival in UWA. You got to main event Sectioned in the
chamber match where you won the X-Limits Title and damn near won the World
Title. You got yet another World Title
shot at Collision Course where you again almost won.”
Marie pats
herself on the chest.
“But you know as well as I do that your luck
has run out when it comes to The Crown Jewel of Professional Wrestling. Do you even know how I got that nickname, by
the way?”
She points a
long slender finger at the camera.
“Your own manager gave me that
nickname. That’s right, Silas Mason
called me The Crown Jewel of Professional Wrestling, because he recognized how
good I was, he saw in me the pure, natural wrestling ability, ability to defeat
anyone in this industry if I put my mind to it.”
A smirk
crosses her face.
“Hell, he won’t admit it, but Silas knows
that you are just a second rate Marie Jones Pretender, because he knows he can
never have me back. He knows how good I
am and he wants to have that talent back in his stable, but he will not have it
back, so he has to settle for second rate generic brand. Even your own actions reflect the person I
once was when I was with Silas Mason.
You throw violent tantrums when you don’t get your way. Sound familiar?”
She nods her
head.
“It certainly should, when I was with Silas,
I threw Brittany Lohan threw a window shortly after being drafted to
Uprising. When I was with Silas Mason, I
acted like a total diva. Now you’re the
one throwing tantrums and acting like a diva when you don’t get what you
want. You’re the old Marie Annabelle
Jones. You’re the pretender, the reject,
the fake. You are The Generic Brand
Marie Annabelle Jones. It’s something
you came to realize only after I whipped your ass the first time to take this
X-Limits Championship away from you. So
whether you’re willing to publicly admit it or not, deep down inside you know
that this run of luck you’ve had in UWA means nothing when you face The Crown
Jewel, and all of the help in…The World…pun intended…means nothing when you
face The Crown Jewel.”
She shakes
her head.
“You will get your rematch, Myra. You, Rachel, and Silas can whine and bitch
and moan about how Drew Bryant and David Helms are treating you three crybabies
so badly but in reality you are getting your rematch when I still have yet to
receive my rematch at the UWA World Championship. So before you even open your trap, let me
warn you not to bother with the crying or with the making excuses. You’ve been given every opportunity in the
world and then some, Myra. It isn’t my
fault that you have failed time and time again to take advantage of your
opportunities. You should get on your
hands and thank Drew and David for one more opportunity…”
Jones shrugs
her shoulders.
“…but I don’t know, maybe you shouldn’t be
thanking them after all? The last time
we fought you were the X-Limits Champion and I was the challenger. I humbled you. I beat you and I humbled you. The number one contender to the UWA World
Championship…beaten by Marie Annabelle Jones…”
She
chuckles.
“…how does that make you feel? How does it feel knowing you walked into
Collision Course a loser with no momentum and no support, not even from your
own manager? Now you get another opportunity
to face me and if you think Silas supports your bid to reclaim the title then
you have another thing coming. There is
only one thing on his mind and that is to keep the world title around Rachel’s
waist. He doesn’t give a damn what
happens to you. He doesn’t care if I
beat your ass and humiliate you again.”
Jones holds
up one finger.
“One more time, Myra. We get to do this dance one more time. This is your chance at redemption. Can you step up, act like a true competitor,
and give me a fight or will you once again let your ego get the best of
you? Will you let Silas and Rachel boss
you around?”
Jones shakes
her head.
“It doesn’t matter, because I have the heart
of The Phoenix that I claim to be and that means that no matter what you do, no
matter what you try, I will not be stopped, I will not be beaten. The only way to get rid of me is to kill me,
Myra, and after our first encounter I know that you do not have what it takes
to put me down. No matter how many times
you knock me down, I will keep rising back up, and you’ll get frustrated. You’ll realize that you I’ll keep coming and
you’ll start to get scared, you’ll doubt yourself. And yes, you should doubt yourself, because
this isn’t any ordinary professional athlete you’re up against. This is The Crown Jewel of Professional
Wrestling, this is The Phoenix, and I won’t be the one who goes down in flames,
Myra…”
She points
at the camera.
“…you are.
You are going down in flames, Myra, because this second dance will end
the same way as the first. Act two will
have the same results as Act one.”
She
chuckles.
“If you thought Myra Lynwood vs. Marie Jones
was something special, you haven’t seen anything yet; not until you’ve seen the
sequel. The sequel will be better than
the first. It will be quite the sight to
behold; two of the very best UWA has to offer going toe to toe…”
She sighs.
“…but unfortunately for you, Myra, it will
be yet another disappointment. It will
be yet another failure. Even if you do
manage to get your act together, even if you do realize that Silas Mason and
Rachel Lee are just using you and you kick them to the curb, even then you
still will be unable to stop me.”
She holds
the UWA X-Limits Championship title belt high over her head.
“I am proud to be wearing this title belt, I
am proud to be representing the UWA as its X-Limits Champion, and to get this
championship back, Myra…well, to quote Charlton Heston…you will have to pry it
from my cold dead hands!”
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Kimberly
On Camera
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You know
what I find absolutely hilarious? Myra
Lynwood.
First she’s
humiliated by my sister, Marie Annabelle Jones.
Marie kicks her fake ass to become the new UJWA X-Limits Champion. Despite this humiliation, Myra still get an
opportunity to compete for the UWA World Championship at Collision Course. What happens?
Silas and Rachel expect her to throw the match…
…which I
guess makes sense. She is their bitch
after all…
…but Myra
doesn’t throw the match. She competes
and, once again, she gets beaten and humiliated. It happens to be the second straight time she
lost to Rachel Lee and her second straight one on one loss.
Now she
lucks up and is rewarded with one of those supposedly nonexistent automatic
rematches against my sister for the UWA X-Limits Championship. And we all know what will happen, right?
Myra Lynwood
will once again by humiliated and humbled.
She will once again get beaten by my sister.
I mean, Myra
Lynwood is on a slow but sure downhill spiral into the abyss of professional
wrestling and it truly is fucking hilarious…at least to me it is! She’s become a Silas Mason lackey, her social
media antics have made her entire career into little more than a joke, and now
she hopes to have one last grasp at relevancy in an attempt to take the
championship from Marie.
It isn’t
gonna happen, babe.
