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Scene 1
Off Camera
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The sunlight
streaming in through the window doesn’t immediately wake up Marie Annabelle
Jones, who sleeps rather soundly in a double bed on the second floor of her
mother’s Boston, Massachusetts estate.
Instead it is a combination of the warmth of the sun’s rays and a nice
aroma from downstairs that penetrates the room and her nose that seems to cause
Marie’s eyes to flutter open. She sits
up in bed and stretches out her arms wide.
A yawn escapes her mouth as she looks out the window at the brightness of
the Boston skyline. She realizes it must
be late morning and she turns towards the clock on the nightstand for
confirmation: ten o’clock. Definitely
later than Marie is used to.
Then again,
sleeping late isn’t the only thing Marie isn’t used to; she also isn’t used to
sleeping alone, but it is the status quo now that her husband, Arthur Pond, has
left her. He left her a month ago with
an ultimatum…
She
remembers it as if it were yesterday, even though it was a month ago…
~~~~~~FLASHBACK, August 31st, 2017; MORNING
AFTER BREAKDOWN~~~~~~
“Author?” Marie asks inquisitively as she sets her gym bag down. “I thought you would’ve been asleep
already.”
“I thought you
would’ve been home a long time ago.”
Author remarks coldly, stoically.
“Yeah, sorry for
not calling, sweetheart, but I was in a real bad place after Breakdown. You were watching, weren’t you?”
“Yeah, I
watched.” Author remarks, nodding his
head.
“I didn’t
deserve that spot in the Adrenaline Championship Tournament but I got the
opportunity anyway, then to squander it the way I did and lose to Tina
Valentine, I felt as if I was right back in the bottom of the barrel. But thankfully Kimberly, she…”
Marie is cut off when Author immediately stands up. The
mere mentioning of Kimberly’s name seems to set him off.
“Kimberly! Again?!”
His voice is raised ever so slightly. “What
did she do this time?!”
“Nothing.” Marie says, shaking her head. “In fact, she did me a world of good by talking me out of that dark
place. And she took me out afterwards to
show me a good time, to lift my spirits.
That’s all.”
“That’s all?” Author asks skeptically.
“That’s all.”
“Yeah, right…” Author’s voice trails off as he shakes his head “…look, Marie, I know she’s your blood,
she’s your sister, and because of that I’ve tried to remain supportive of you,
but I have been silent for too damn long.”
Marie frowns. “What
do you mean?”
“You made a
great deal over nature versus nurture regarding your sister. And who knows? Maybe if she had been raised like a normal
human being she wouldn’t be the way she is, but the fact is that she was raised
in complete isolation for eighteen years by a sociopath. I don’t care how much therapy she receives
from the best psychiatric doctors in the world, nothing will fix her brain.”
“But she sought
out treatment herself!” Marie exclaims,
defending her sister. “She checked
herself into a mental institution to get herself help!”
“It doesn’t
matter.” Author remarks, shaking his
head. “Deep down inside she is still a
monster and you brought that monster into our household by agreeing to be her
legal guardian.”
“So that’s what
you’re pissed off about?!” Marie asks
incredulously. “You’re angry that I want
to help my family? Damn it, Author, you
should know by now that I care deeply about my family!”
“You say that,
but am I not your family also?”
Marie blinks curiously. “What are you saying, Author?
What are you implying?!”
“What I’m saying
is that this isn’t the first time you’ve pulled crap like this, Marie. Again, just like with your sister I’ve
remained silent, but I can’t keep silent any longer. You come back to the hotel
at late hours, long after Breakdown has ended.
And I can’t have meaningful conversations about this or any other issue
that concerns me because YOU are so damn focused on wrestling.”
“Wrestling is my
life!” Marie snaps back with tears
forming in her eyes. “It’s what I do!”
“That’s the
problem, because you can’t have both me and wrestling as your life.”
Marie’s eyes grow wide with shock. “Are you suggesting…”
“I have played
second fiddle to wrestling and to your crazy sister for too damn long. The fans get The Phoenix, The Crown Jewel of
Professional Wrestling, and they get her all of the time, but I just want my wife. I want Marie Pond. I would even like children of my own. But do you think I’m going to get that while
you’re competing?” He shakes his head. “Not a chance in hell, you wouldn’t want
pregnancy to get in the way of your precious career.”
Author starts to walk past Marie. She reaches out and grabs him by the arm. “Wait!
Where are you going?!”
“Leaving.” He responds stoically. “It is clear you’re married to wrestling, not me, so I’ll leave you two
alone.”
He pulls away from her and again starts to walk away. “Author, wait! Don’t go!”
He stops and turns to face her one last time. “Look, I’m tired of this wrestling nonsense
getting in the way of our marriage. I
want my wife. And I’m genuinely fearful
for my safety so long as your crazy sister is in our lives. Are you prepared to be the wife I want and
ditch Kimberly?”
“I…Author, I
just…” Marie looks to her left, at the
wall, a wall which separates their hotel room from Kimberly’s, then she looks
back at Author “…I can’t.”
“Then goodbye.” He turns and starts to walk away. “Call me when you’re ready to be the wife I want.”
With that Author opens the door and steps out, slamming
it shut behind him. Marie drops to her
knees and starts crying uncontrollably.
~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~
The mere
reminder of it is enough to bring further tears to Marie’s eyes, despite the
fact that, by now, she has started to get used to being alone. But there is a difference for Marie; a
difference between being used to being alone and being lonely. She is lonely and desires her husband and
that part of her considers the very real possibility that she did make a
mistake in focusing too much on Kimberly, in focusing too much on trying to
help Kim at the expense of being a good wife to Arthur. That part of her would do almost anything to
get him back, including forfeiting her own wrestling career; another item that
Arthur listed as part of his ultimatum.
A more
realistic part of Marie’s mind tells her that forfeiting her career and family
just for Arthur is wholly unacceptable.
That part of her mind tells her that Arthur is asking for too high a
price for his love and that he is the one at fault, not Marie.
Marie is
torn as far as what she should do but the other aspect of this whole issue that
troubles her even more than that is the question of Kimberly. Kimberly heard every bit of the argument that
Marie and Arthur had. Kimberly heard
everything that Arthur had to say and while Kimberly doesn’t appear to be
showing any signs of conflict or problems on her end, Marie still wonders what
might be lying deep down in the psyche of her identical twin sister. Kimberly Williams, a woman who was raised by
a sociopath, is notorious for keeping her true emotions bottled up. Marie knows this and is definitely concerned
about her sister’s well-being, perhaps more-so than her own.
Jones throws
the covers off of herself and then swings her legs over the side of the bed,
planting her feet firmly on the floor.
Marie used to dress rather provocatively at night in skimpy lacey undergarments,
but that was done specifically for her beloved Arthur. With him out of the picture, at least
temporarily, she feels no desire or need to look good. She is wearing loose fitting shorts and an
oversized red t-shirt. Her long red hair
hangs down to below her shoulders.
After a few
moments of pause and reflection, Jones stands up out of the bed and then walks
over towards the door. She opens it and
steps outside into the hall. The
stairway is to her left but instead she goes right and enters the very next
door, another bedroom, where she finds her sister Kimberly, staring almost
blankly ahead into a full length mirror.
“Kim?”
Marie waits
but there is no answer.
“Uh, Kimberly?”
“Huh, wha?” Kimberly is startled as she turns around and
finds Marie there. Kimberly laughs
lightly, though Marie notices that it is forced. “Oh, hi sis. Did you forget to
knock or something?”
“Like you ever believed in knocking.”
Marie remarks with a wink.
“Touché.”
“Anyway, I just wanted to check up on you.”
Marie states. “How was your very first experience sleeping at the Jones
estate?”
“It certainly is a nice place.” Kimberly
answers. “I didn’t realize mom had enough
cash to buy a place like this.”
“Well she didn’t buy it. She inherited it. It was actually our grandfather’s. The federal government paid him damn good
money to do what he did.”
“Oh yeah, Bart was a secret agent type
wasn’t he?” Kimberly snickers. “Like
a double o seven!”
“Yeah,” Marie laughs lightly at
Kimberly’s humor; even if it noticeably forced, Kim can still make Marie smile
and Marie needs to smile during times like this “something like that.”
“Well maybe I should thank the government
then?” Kimberly says with a wink. “Or maybe you should thank mom for the both
of us?”
“You can thank her yourself.” Marie uses
her thumb to point towards the door. “She’s
downstairs and from that smell she’s made something for breakfast.”
“Yeah, that smell is what woke me up.”
Kimberly smiles warmly before pausing, uneasily. She stares ahead blankly at Marie, who begins
to grow concerned.
“Uh, Kim?
Are you spacing out on me?”
“Huh?” Kim once again is startled back
to reality.
“Are you ok, Kim?” Marie asks with
genuine concern on her face.
“Yeah, I’m fine!” Kimberly says with a
forced smile on her face. “Why don’t you
go on downstairs and get some of that breakfast mom prepared? I’ll be down later. I want to freshen up first, y’know?”
Marie realizes
that her twin sibling is lying through her teeth. Kimberly never freshens up. Kimberly, the woman who once wanted to go to
Catholic Mass wearing a “Hail Satan” t-shirt never gives a damn about looking
nice, or what anyone thinks about her appearance for that matter. Her gut tells her to pressure Kimberly about
what’s wrong.
“Is something wrong, Kim?”
“Nah!
Everything is great!” Kimberly shakes her head. “You go on downstairs! I’ll be
down in a bit!”
Marie still
doesn’t believe Kim, despite the assurances. Though she knows Kim quite well
and doesn’t think she’ll get any further information out of her right now. Kimberly may use their father’s last name,
but she still has Jones blood running through her veins, and that means she
inherited that same stubborn streak all of the Jones women seemed to
inherit. Marie’s gut still tells her to
pressure Kimberly, but this time Marie decides against it.
“Ok, I’ll see you downstairs…” Marie turns and starts to walk towards the
door, stopping when Kimberly calls out to her.
“Hey, Marie…”
“Yeah?”
“…I love you.”
That’s
odd. But Marie thinks nothing of
it. She just smiles back at her. “Love you too, Kim.”
Marie exits
the bedroom and turns left, walking down the hall and she heads
downstairs. The aroma she smelled
earlier, the sweet odor that woke both her and Kimberly up, grows stronger and
stronger as she nears the bottom of the staircase. Once she reaches downstairs she heads down
another hall towards a light. Once she
reaches that light she enters in through a door and finds her mother, the
matriarch of the Jones family, Angelica Jones, sitting at the head of a long
table in the kitchen, eating some scrambled eggs.
“Took you long enough, sleepy head.”
Angelica says cheerfully. “I thought you
were an early bird like me?”
“I was…” Marie’s voice trails off and
she sighs “…Arthur gave me something to
wake up to.”
“Oh…” Angelica sighs as she gets up out
of her chair and walks over towards her daughter “…I’m sorry, Marie. I truly am.”
“It’s ok,” Marie says through a forced
grin with tear filled eyes after the embrace is broken “I guess I should expect it, huh?”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s our family curse, you know? You’ve been married, what, four times
now? Aunt Kayla has been in two failed
relationships before this latest marriage to Trenton Snow. Arthur was my second real relationship and
first marriage. I had high hopes. I thought what we had was real. And maybe it was…”
She sighs
and shakes her head “…but I screwed it
up.”
“No!” Angelica says forcefully. “You did NOT screw anything up!”
“But Arthur said…”
“What Arthur asked of you was entirely too
damn much!” Angelica exclaims, the rage of a mother boiling over. “He asked you to give up your career and
your family for him? That just isn’t
right.”
“You don’t get it, mom. It’s not about the wrestling or even
Kimberly. He believes I didn’t devote
enough time to him, that he was secondary or even third in importance in my
life when he, as my husband, should be closer to the top of the list. And as much as you hate to admit it, as much
as I hate to admit it, he brings up a good point.”
“Good point or not,” Angelica begins
with her counter “he cannot ask you to
abandon Kimberly when she needs you the most, and he cannot ask you to give up
your wrestling career entirely. You have
a SCW Television Championship match coming up, correct?”
Marie nods
her head. It was just one month ago that
Marie felt undeserving and unworthy of any opportunities SCW offered her, after
she lost at Rise To Greatness in a United States Championship match and then
she had squandered a shot at the Adrenaline Championship on Breakdown. But Marie has since rebounded and SCW has
granted her a shot at the SCW Television Championship currently held by Ravyn
Taylor.
The Crown
Jewel of Professional Wrestling still doesn’t believe she is worthy of this
great opportunity, but she also will not dwell on that the way she dwelled so
much on the Adrenaline Championship tournament.
Whether she deserves it or not, the opportunity is there and Marie is
going to give it her best shot. Win,
lose, or draw, this is a great chance for Marie to show what she’s made of
against another SCW legend in the form of Ravyn Taylor. And Marie plans to make the most of her
opportunity.
“Yeah, I face Ravyn for the SCW Television
Title.” Marie answers. “I’m not sure
I deserve it, but you know, I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
The opportunity is there and I plan to make the most of it.”
“Exactly.” Angelica smiles proudly. “That’s how I raised you. Do the very best you can and do not worry
about Arthur. He cannot ask you to give
up this opportunity.”
“Mom, I…” Marie’s voice again fails her;
she shakes her head “…can we just not
talk about Arthur?”
“Of course.” Angelica nods her head. “I’m sorry for even bringing him up, it’s
just that what he did and said, it makes me so mad…”
Angelica
pulls up a chair and motions for Marie to sit down. “Sit. I’m going to get you a
plate of eggs. Do you want pancakes,
too?”
“Please.” Marie says with a half-smile.
Angelica
nods her head as she walks off to fill Marie’s order. Usually Marie would not like being coddled
and mothered in such a way; but in times like this, with Arthur having left
her, it feels good to have someone treat her like this; to treat her like a
princess. So she accepts the pampering
and coddling as if she earned it.
Her mother
returns to the kitchen with a plate of eggs and a stack of two pancakes. She sets the plate down in front of Marie but
before she can dig in a prominent, loud thud is heard. Both mother daughter exchange worried
glances.
“Marie, where did that noise come from?”
“Sounded like it came from upstairs.”
“That’s what I thought.” Angelica says,
nodding her head in agreement. “You may
want to go check on your sister.”
Marie nods
and without a word uttered she exits the kitchen and heads back down the hall
towards the staircase. She quickly heads
up the stairs and once she gets upstairs she heads down the second floor hall
towards Kimberly’s bedroom; or at least it is the room Kimberly is using as a
bedroom while the two are staying with their mother. Marie opens the door and looks inside.
“Kim?” At first glance inside she sees
no one. “Kimberly?”
Marie hears
a small groan. It is barely audible but
definitely there and she believes it is coming from the bathroom. Marie walks the bathroom door and pushes it
open. She steps inside and immediately
shrieks with terror as she finds her sister lying face first on the floor, pill
bottles litter the floor. Marie drops to
her knees and tears flow down her cheek uncontrollably.
“Kim!
Oh God, no! No! KIM!
Why did you do this?!”
Jones stands
back up and rushes out the door. Once
out of the bedroom she shouts as loud as she can…
“MOM!
CALL 911! KIMBERLY ATTEMPTED TO
KILL HERSELF!”
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Scene 2
Off Camera
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Suicide is
when one decides to take his or her own life.
For whatever reason, whatever the difficulty may be, whatever the
challenge may be, that individual feels that he or she cannot handle it any
longer and decides to end his or her life.
What many do not realize is that suicide impacts not just the one
individual ending their life but all of those close to them. The consequences of suicide are not just that
one person is dead; it is also a tragedy for those left behind. A person’s pain is very real and
understandable but it is never the answer.
The Jones
family knows this all too well; suicide has been the one dark plague upon their
otherwise illustrious, damn near perfect family. It all centers around the matriarch, Angelica
Jones. In the aftermath of watching her
mother get brutally raped and killed, Angelica attempted suicide. Then she attempted suicide again after giving
up her firstborn child, Marie Annabelle Jones, only to have her then boyfriend
and father of the child Sean Williams dump her.
Both times Angelica’s suicide attempts were failures, obviously but the
fact that there is a history of them in the family is enough to raise some red
flags, especially for the children.
Marie
certainly had enough problems and troubles in her life that could’ve led her
down that path. She, herself, was raped,
much like her grandmother whom she never got to meet. But she managed to stay strong through it all
and cope with all of the pain and heartache.
Jessica Jones, Marie’s half-sister, has always had both parents and thus
has always had a rather stable relationship and life, despite her occasional
identity crisis. The youngest of the
Jones children, Kelly, is still too young to see how the Jones curse will affect
her.
Then there’s
Kimberly. No one even gave pause to
consider how the ramifications of the Jones past might affect Marie’s identical
twin sister, primarily because, at least based upon outward appearances,
nothing ever seemed to bother Kimberly.
She shrugged everything else off like it was nothing.
That was
before the therapy; that was before the psychiatrist broke through Kimberly’s
mental blocks and helped her become, according to Kimberly’s own words, “a
normal person.” No one stopped to think
if Kimberly might be affected by these emotions now, emotions that she once
kept bottled up for so long.
Marie blames
herself, and that is becoming quite apparent as she paces the floor of the
waiting room of a hospital emergency area late at night as she and Angelica
await an answer regarding the fate of Kimberly Williams.
“I shouldn’t have left her up there by
herself…”
“You had no way of knowing what was going to
happen.”
“I knew it was going to happen!” Marie
exclaims. “My gut told me that something
was wrong! My instincts told me to stay
with her and keep talking to her, but I didn’t listen…”
Her voice
trails off; she shakes her head “…I just
didn’t listen. I thought she was just
being stubborn, like me…like all of us Jones girls…”
“That’s right, just like us Jones girls.”
Angelica remarks quickly. “And just like
us Jones girls she is tough and she is tough enough to pull through and survive
this.”
“It doesn’t matter.” Marie shakes her
head. “Even if she does pull through, it
is still my fault because I didn’t pay enough attention. I let it happen. The psychiatrist said she was MY
responsibility. Well, mine and…”
Again her
voice trails off as tears form in her eyes “…mine
and Author’s.”
“You seem to have the same problems me and
Kayla have had for quite awhile.” Angelica chuckles as she stands up and
steps in front of her daughter, who just tilts her head to one side, studying
her curiously.
“What do you mean, mom?”
“Anytime something bad happened to Kayla, I
would blame myself, and I was very emotional and public with it. Kayla was more like Kimberly, she was good at
bottling things up and keeping these things hidden, but when something bad
happened to me, Kayla would blame herself, even though she may not advertise it
like I did.”
“What are you suggesting, mom?”
“I’m just saying that you shouldn’t blame
yourself.” Angelica remarks. “God
knows you have enough stress on your shoulders as it is.”
“It’s difficult,” Marie says while
shaking her head “I mean, how can you be
this calm when Kim is in there and we don’t even know her condition?”
“I’m a damn good actress, Marie.” Angelica
says with a smirk. “Inside, I’m probably
more broken up than you. I’m just hiding
it right now. You don’t need to see me
going crazy but…really…I am going crazy. That’s my daughter in there, after
all, and she is fighting for her life.”
Mother and
daughter share a tight embrace. Shortly
thereafter a doctor emerges from the doors.
He clears his throat to get their attention. Angelica and Marie break the embrace and turn
to face him.
“Well it appears that you got her to us just
in time.” He says grimly. “Had she
arrived any later, we wouldn’t have been able to save her…”
Marie gasps
as Angelica holds onto her hand tightly “…but
she’ll pull through. In fact, she is
awake and able to converse.”
“Will she be able to come home with us
today?”
The doctor
shakes his head. “Not tonight, I would
like to keep her hear overnight for observation. But you may go in and speak with her if you
like.”
Marie and
Angelica both nod their heads in unison.
The doctor then leads the two redheaded Boston natives, mother and
daughter, back through the double doors he had just emerged from. He leads them down a long hall until he comes
to a door. He steps through the door,
with Angelica and Marie following closely behind. There, lying on a hospital bed, Marie and
Angelica spot Kimberly. She is wide awake and has a half-smile on her face.
“I’ll leave you three alone.” The doctor
responds as he turns and exits the room.
“Hi, mom…hi Marie…” Kimberly says with a
light chuckle in her voice “…I guess I
still am a bit of a troublemaker, huh?”
“We’re just glad you’re ok, Kim.”
Angelica responds.
“Marie,” Kim states, looking over at
Marie “I’m sorry…”
“No, Kim.” Marie says as she walks over
to Kim’s bedside and takes her by her hand.
“You have nothing to apologize for.”
“Sure I do.” Kim remarks. “I’m sorry that I didn’t succeed…that my
suicide attempt was a miserable failure…but then again, like mother like
daughter right? Mom couldn’t get the job
done, neither can I!”
Angelica can
be seen rolling her eyes at Kimberly’s rather macabre joke. Marie is just stunned to hear these words
from her sister’s mouth and immediately begins to shake her head vehemently.
“No, Kim!
Do not even think like that!”
“Why not?” Kim asks. “I’ve been nothing but a pain in the ass since I returned to your
life. I’ve nearly got you arrested, Mr.
D over in the S-C-Dubya probably wants to fire you just to get rid of me, and
your marriage is now in shambles all because of me.”
Kimberly
chuckles. “Hell, you’d still have Author
if I hadn’t returned. That’s why I tried
to kill myself. With me dead at least
Author would come back because I’d be dead.”
“Shut your trap right now!” Marie snaps
at her, somewhat angrily. This startles Kimberly and she nods her head slowly. “Look, Kim, I’ve thought long and hard about
this ever since Author left me and I thought about his words, his ultimatum,
and you know what I think?”
“What?”
“To hell with that asshole and his
ultimatums!”
“But I thought…I thought you loved him?”
“I do love him, but you are family, you are
my sister, which makes you my baggage, just like I am YOUR baggage. Anyone who wants to be a part of my life has
to accept the baggage that comes with me, just like anyone who comes in your
life should have to accept the baggage that comes with you, Kim. It’s part of being a family. And you ARE part of this family. You are MY baggage and if he is unwilling to
accept you as part of the package, then he just isn’t for me.”
“But Marie…” Kimberly sighs “…wouldn’t your life be so much better
without me to screw it up?”
“Kim, my life would be boring without you.”
Marie grins as tears form in her eyes. “You
are a very big reason why I can still smile.
Had you succeeded, you would’ve taken that smile away.”
Marie
squeezes her hand tightly. “Promise me
you will never try anything like that again!”
“You really do love me, don’t you?” Kim
asks, tears forming in her eyes.
“Yes, Kim…of course I do…I’d do anything for
you .”
“Then yeah,” Kimberly nods her head “I promise.”
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On Camera
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It's been a
couple of weeks since Apocalypse, the night I picked up a win over three very
game, amazingly talented athletes, one of which being Brittany Lohan, a woman I
respect deeply. This break, this period
of rest since that win has given me time to pause for reflection. It gave me time to think about where I am
right now and where I ultimately want to be.
Before I
tell you where I want to be, let me tell you where I do not want to be; I do
not want to be stuck living in the past.
Yes, I've had quite the roller coaster ride here in SCW that brought me
here to this point. And yes, I have made
my fair share of mistakes, but even those mistakes contributed to forming me
and shaping me into the woman I am today and, if I could go back, I would not
change a damn thing.
In short, I
am proud of who and what I am. I am
proud of where I came from. I am proud to be The Crown Jewel of Professional
Wrestling and Apocalypse does not mark a continuation of the past, but the
beginning of a new era as I look forward to the future, towards my future.
I have
plans, ladies and gentlemen, big plans. This new season that started at Rise To
Greatness and continued into Apocalypse will eventually come to be known as The
Era of the Phoenix.
It will all
begin with you, Ravyn.
From one
“bird” to another, I wish you luck. As a student of the game who has done her
homework on you, let me say that I respect you and look forward to being tested
like I have never been tested before.
But also
understand that I do intend to make this The Era of the Phoenix, and that means
I have to go through you. That means I
have to clip your wings.
I hope you
don't mind the pun. I'm sure you've heard them all from people like Kelcey
Wallace, Sienna Swann, and others you've feuded with in the past. Many of whom
may not even be here any longer.
So what
makes what I say any different?
I’m not
going to stand here and say that I have any more heart and drive or will to win
than someone like a Kelcey Wallace who has done everything there is to do here
in Supreme Championship Wrestling. I’m
not going to stand here and claim that I have more determination someone like
Sienna Swann who is a future SCW World Champion.
Hell, I
can’t even speak for my own aunt, a two time SCW World Tag Team Champion Kayla
Jones, who once challenged you for the United States Championship during your
historic run with that belt. And that’s
my own family you beat.
No, I cannot
speak for any of them or anyone else who has come before me and tried to put a
stop to you. I can only speak for
myself. I can only speak about what I
bring to the table in this Television Championship match and why I believe that
I am the person to take this Television Championship away from you, the person
who will take the Television Championship away from you on Breakdown.
Maybe you’re
going to underestimate me? I’m just a
second generation superstar. Everyone in
SCW knows my mother but me? Who cares
about me, right? I can understand you
looking past me. That may be what does
you in, because if you look past me, I will take you out. Just ask some of the biggest names in this
business who underestimated me and ended up getting beat by me because they
looked past me.
Vanilla
Skyy.
Regan
Street.
I could go
on and on and on. I beat the best of the
best in my time. I’m no one to look
past. But surely someone as intelligent
as you would know that. And you are
known for your intelligence, Ravyn. So
surely you won’t look past me? Surely
you won’t underestimate me.
So maybe
it’s something else? Maybe, just maybe,
the stars will be aligned and the great Ravyn will get taken down by the
Phoenix. After all, on any one night
anybody can be beaten. You’ve been on a
roll, I’ll give you credit. You do some
strange things at times, and people may love you or hate you accordingly, but
there’s no denying how good you are. So
maybe the planetary alignment is right, maybe the stars in the sky are reading
a good prophecy for yours truly, and maybe on this one night, The Phoenix will
get one over on The Ravyn?
No, I don’t
believe in planetary alignment or crap like that. And I’ve already established you’re too smart
to underestimate me. So what is it, then?
What is going to get me over the hump?
What one advantage do I have that will edge me the SCW Television
Championship?
Simple; it’s
my never say die attitude.
There’s a
reason I call myself The Phoenix and that’s because, like the mythical bird
itself, even if you do manage to kill me, I’ll still just get right back up and
be a pain in your pretty little ass. You
can knock me down as many times as you want and I’ll get right back up. You can kill me as many times as you want and
I’ll get right back up like the Walking freaking Dead!
I will keep
coming at you, Ravyn! And I won’t even
sugarcoat it with cutesy little Sun Tzu quotes the way Sophie O’Brian seems to
do all the time. I’ll tell it to you
straight; on Breakdown, I am going to punch you in your mouth and take the SCW
Television Championship!
Quote THE
PHOENIX…The Crown Jewel of Professional Wrestling…
