vs. Dirk Durrgan vs. Mya Denton

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Off Camera

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It’s a dusky out in the seemingly empty and abandoned streets of Boston, Massachusetts.  Actually, scratch that, it isn’t just “seemingly” empty and abandoned.  They ARE empty and abandoned.  It should trouble me that a city as big and busy as this, a city with such history attached to it would be abandoned of all humanity.  It is strange and eerie that not a single solitary human soul could be found within eyesight of this metropolis.

Yet I am not troubled.  I do not even find myself the least bit nervous as I walk the streets in a straight path towards some unknown destination.  It should also bother me that I do not know where it is I am going but, again, it does not bother me.  I just keep going.

And I keep going.

My name is Jessica Corey Lasiewicz-Jones.  My father is the wrestling legend Andreas Lasiewicz and my mother is the wrestling legend Angelica Jones.  I’ve gone by both last names at one time or another but most recently I’ve been using my maternal last name.  Despite my Polish heritage that I inherited from my father, I grew up in Boston.  I grew to have a great appreciation for Boston’s history, for this great city was the birthplace of freedom in the United States of America.

Freedom.  The mere sound of that word seems to jar something within me, something that seems to speak to me…

“Jessica!”

I stop as a very familiar voice rings out in my ear.  I turn to spy out of the corner of my eye a tiny bird cage, sitting on the ground, that comes up to about my knee.  Inside the cage is no bird but a miniature clone of myself.

“What on earth?!”

“Let me out!” The mini-me exclaims. “This isn’t right!  None of this is right!  Jessica!”

“No!” I shake my head vehemently. “No! Stop!”

“JESSICA!”

Suddenly I shoot straight up, my eyes opening wide as I look from side to side I realize that the cityscape and street view of Boston, Massachusetts is long gone.  I am in my hotel room in Detroit, Michigan.  I must’ve fallen asleep.

“Jessica!”

There’s that voice again.  Though I look over to the direction of the voice and I find not a miniature clone of myself but instead I find Summer Newman.

“Oh, Ms.Newman…” my voice trails off “…what are you doing here?”

“Forgetting something, Jessica?” She taps her wrist watch.  Immediately I turn and look at the clock on my nightstand and I sigh and shake my head.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Newman, I completely forgot about today…I know that Deliverance is just in a few days and this victory is very important to you and the purity movement.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She says smiling as she shakes her head. “It is just one time you forgot, and besides your opposition isn’t exactly spectacular.  Mya Denton…”

I chuckle as I nod my head. “This is true, but I am nervous about Dirk Durrgan.  He is an x-factor.  There is not much known about him so he could really impact this match.”

“Don’t worry about Dirk or Mya.” She responds as she approaches my bedside.  Immediately I get up out of bed and kneel before her. She places a hand on my shoulder. “You are The Archangel of Purity, are you not?”

“Yes, Ms. Newman.  I am The Archangel of Purity.”

“Then you will do the movement just fine and you will eradicate Dirk and Mya at Deliverance.”

“Thank you, Ms. Newman.”

“You may stand, Jessica.”  I do as I am told. I stand up and face her. “By the way, were you just up too late last night?  Why did you sleep so long?”

“My medicine, Ms. Newman.”

“Oh I see…” a strange look of concern comes across her face “…maybe you should cut back on that, Jessica?”

“If you say so, Ms. Newman.”

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On Camera

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“Never shall I forget that nocturnal silence which deprived me, for all eternity, of the desire to live.  Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to dust.”

That was a quote from Elie Wiesel in Night, a book about the Nazi Holocaust against the Jews, the Polish, and anyone else he deemed unworthy.  Many suffered because many others remained silent.

Silence is golden, or so they say.  In this case, and still today, many view silence as complicity or consent against the impurities of this society.

Silence is an important topic here because, with just days away from Deliverance, Mya Denton has still yet to utter a word about our match at Deliverance.

What’s wrong, sweetheart?  Cat got your tongue?  Are you afraid to admit the harsh truths and difficult realities that you know to be true; a reality that states that you are unworthy to be in the same wrestling ring as The Archangel of Purity?

I won’t go that far.  Many will say that, many have that said that.  I will not say that, Mya.  I just let my actions speak louder than my words and believe me, Mya, I will speak VERY loudly when I crush you under my heel at Deliverance.

Then there is the wild card, the one called Dirk Durrgan.  I still know very little about him, primarily because he has yet to respond to my latest volley.  Is he being strategically silent, in fear of giving away his strategy against me, so he just doesn’t say anything?

No, the way he seemed to talk, his voice, his mannerisms, he didn’t seem bright enough to come up with such a brilliant move.  So perhaps it is just merely fear itself?  Perhaps he realizes that what I speak is the gospel truth and that he truly has nothing to do about it, that he truly cannot combat me at Deliverance?  Maybe, just maybe, Durrgan realizes that in his MCW debut he will fall flat on his face.

I hate wild cards, I hate failures, and I really hate silence.  All of this describes Dirk Durggan and Mya Denton to a “T”…so allow me to speak to them both in the language of a warrior people, the language of a people who have survived every bit of hell that this planet could throw at them.  Allow me to speak to them in Polish…

Twoja destrukcja będzie moją ekstazą.

Your destruction will bring me great happiness and great joy, Mya and Dirk, because your silence, your refusal to step up and acknowledge me, your desire to hide from me because you are afraid…

…not that I can blame you for being afraid…

…but your silence deems you unworthy to be in my presence in my ring.  So all I have to say to you, is simply this…

…Dobranoc.

vs. Dirk Durggan vs. Mya Denton

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Off Camera

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A long black limousine cruises down the highways on the outskirts of Detroit, Michigan.  Only the wealthiest and best, those who are used to living in the lap of luxury take this kind of transportation, and that individual is not MCW’s own Jessica Jones.  It is, however, Summer Newman, the wealthy businesswoman who happens to be Jessica’s associate within the professional wrestling group known as Pure Class.  Their relationship over the years has been a roller coaster.  They were tag team champions before they became enemies and recently they have reunited within Pure Class.  The odd thing is that now Summer has taken a more hands-on role in dealing with Jessica.  The two seem to be closer than ever, hanging out with one another much more frequently than they do the other Pure Class associates.  Why this is the case is anyone’s guess.

“So this is Detroit?” Summer says with a note of disgust in her voice as she looks out the window. “Drab, run down…”

“We’re not quite in Detroit yet, Ms. Newman,” Jessica says respectfully “but we are close.”

 “Ah, well, it has to get better than this.” Summer sighs and shakes her head. “I wish I was back in Palm Beach.”

The two women are in the back of the limousine.  Both dressed nicely to the “T”, as if they are going to a party.  In between them, in the cup holders, are two glasses of wine, one for Summer and one for Jessica.  Summer takes a sip of her wine as she continues to “enjoy” the scenery.

“Trust me, Ms. Newman, this will be worth it.”Jessica assures her. “Maybe not for the scenery, because I agree, this place is definitely far from being pure, but what better place than Detroit, an impure cesspool as it is, to spread the message of Purity and Class?”

Jessica reaches down and takes her glass of wine and takes a sip.  “And to think you’ll be there in the Joe Louis Arena, to support me as I take down Dirk Durggan and Mya Denton at Deliverance…all in the name of purity.”

“Yes, perhaps you’re right.” Summer says, smiling evilly. “Perhaps there is no better place to spread our message than a rotten cesspool like Detroit?  And you?”

She points a finger at Jessica. “As the Archangel of Purity you are our perfect weapon against such people as Durggan and Denton.”

Jessica frowns. “Do you even know them, Ms. Newman?”

“I don’t need to know them.” Summer retorts. “They’re not one of us, therefore they are impure, not classy, and need to be dealt with.  Understood?”

Jessica nods her head. “Yes, I understand Ms. Newman, apologies for questioning you.”

“No need to apologize,” Summer runs a hand through Jessica’s long red hair. “Just go out there and do what you do best.”

Jessica perks up and smirks knowingly. “Destroy them.”

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On Camera

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There is a great deal I could say about my position at Deliverance.  As my opponent at Deliverance rightly pointed out, I have fought and beaten the best MCW has to offer.  Jacob Laymon is challenging for the world championship and I made him tap out to the Four Card Trick.  Trinity Street is our current world champion and I defeated her, albeit in a tag team match.  The list goes on and on; hell, I could easily make a case that I belong in one of the championship matches at Deliverance, not in a triple threat against someone with potential and someone who never will be…

I represent Pure Class and it is neither pure nor classy to whine, bitch, and moan about everything under the sun, which tends to be the popular trend amongst oh so many professional athletes in our sport.  So I choose not to lower myself to that level.  Just as Pure Class always does, I will not only raise the bar but I was exceed expectations.  Instead of getting an opportunity by crying to General Manager Glory  Braddock, I will get my opportunity the old fashioned way…

…I will earn my opportunity at Deliverance when I show the world that I am still the biggest threat in this company to take any championship I so desire.

Mya Denton, you and I have both been in this incarnation of Motor City Wrestling since its inception, but you outlast me in terms of experience with this great company.  I came here to improve MCW, to save it from the typical chaos that usually runs rampant and to also brings a sense of Purity and Class to this otherwise sleazy attraction.  But you, I have to ask, what have you come here to do, Mya?

The best I can tell, you’re here to run the proverbial hamster wheel…or metaphorical treadmill…either way, you’re going nowhere fast, and you’re staying in the exact same spot with no real significant victories under your belt.

Does that sound harsh?  Perhaps it does, but it’s also the truth and sometimes the truth does hurt.  You may point to your victory over Priest on Mayhem but let’s be honest with ourselves, who hasn’t beaten Priest?  You’re not the first to beat Priest, you’re just a little late to the party.

I do wish you the best of luck, because it’s the classy and pure thing to do, but despite that, the fact remains that you are not in my league, Mya.  The best you can hope for is that the chaos that goes with the triple threat match will allow you to sneak in the back door and pull a rabbit out of your hat.

Not going to happen on my watch.

That leaves the wild card in this match, Dirk Durggan.  And when I say “wild card” I automatically think about game of poker, a game my father taught me how to play and he taught me very well.  I’d like to say he taught me quite well at the game and its variations, including five card draw, Texas Hold-Em, and others.  I can beat the best poker player around.  It doesn’t matter the variant.

What I don’t like about poker are when people want to include wild cards, because you just never what a wild card will do.  A wild card can be anything or do anything.  You can’t predict it and that’s why I hate wild cards.  Wild cards take the predictability out of the game and it takes away my usually masterful strategy.

You, Dirk, are a wild card because you are new to MCW and quite frankly no one knows what to expect of you, no one knows what you are capable of.  No one can predict what you will do at Deliverance.  I mean, once there is tape of you they can predict, but they won’t get any tape until after your match with Mya and me.

So I guess that makes us the test subjects.

I’m glad you can appreciate my greatness, Dirk, I’m glad you understand how good I am, because maybe you will get it whereas Mya Denton may not get it?  Maybe you will understand that whether or not you are the wild card, whether or not Mya and I are the test subjects here in your debut here in MCW, the fact remains that I will ruin your debut, I will spoil your party, and I will come out of Deliverance victorious…

…because wrestling, just like with poker, is a game you do not want to face me in.  And if you are brave enough to try, then by all means, come and place your bets…

…Dobranoc.