Triple Threat Motor City Title

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Off Camera

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We open in the waiting room of a hospital in Honolulu, Hawaii.  The floor has light carpeting , colored a thin brown mocha color.  In the center of the waiting area are several red cushioned chairs sitting back to back.  Against a wall is one single sofa, also colored that same red as the chairs.  A picture of a beach was sprawled on each wall, each depicting beautiful scenery: rolling waves on idyllic sand. Across from the receptionist desk was a tiny black wooden coffee table holding health magazines. Underneath it was a dull grey carpet that covered the whole room. A television hung in one corner displaying boring commercials.

The young lady dressed mostly in black, which includes black denim jeans, black boots, and a lacy black top complete with a black leather jacket, ignores anyone and everyone around here, including that dull television.  She focuses her attention on the reception desk straight ahead of her.  Jones gets to the desk and gets the attention of the young brown haired female working the desk by clearing her throat.

“Ahem…”

“Oh, yes?”  The receptionist turns and smiles at Jessica. “May I help you?”

“Oh you most certainly can.” Jessica answers in a sweet tone. “I believe my friend was recently admitted.  Her name is Summer.  Summer Newman.”

“Let me check…” the receptionist keys in a few things on her computer and a few short moments later she nods her head “…yes, she is here.  Only close friends and family are allowed to see her right now, though.”

“Oh I’m sure that I’m still on her list.”

“What’s your name?”

“Jessica Jones.”

The receptionist keys in a few more things to her computer and again nods her head. “Yes, there you are.  I’ll take you back there.”

The receptionist steps away from her desk and motions for Jessica to follow her down a hall.  The hall is gray and plain.  The pair pass a few nurses along the way but eventually they reach a door.  It is brown and dull like all the others.  The receptionist smiles kindly and opens the door wider.  Jessica steps through into the room and spots Summer in the bed, her eyes closed, apparently asleep.

The hospital room is as devoid of beauty.  Its walls are simply cream, not peeling or dirty, just cream. There is no decoration at all save the limp curtain that can separate my bed from the three others in here. It was perhaps once the kind of green that reminds people of spring-time and hope, but it's faded so much that the hue is insipid. The room as an undertone of bleach and the floor is simply grey. At the far end are windows in brown metal frames, only able to be opened at the top.  At the door are dispensers for rubber gloves, hand sanitizer and soap.

Jessica turns to face the nurse who is playing the role of receptionist this evening and smiles warmly.  “Thank you.  I think I can take it from here.”

The receptionist nods and then makes her exit.  Jessica heads over to the bedside of Summer Newman and stares down deep into her eyes.  Jessica reaches out with her right hand and snaps her fingers right into Summer’s face.  This is meant to awaken her and, sure enough, Summer starts to stir…

“Huh?” She blinks her eyes a few times. “Wha…?”

“Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead.” Jessica remarks with a sinister grin on her face.  Summer’s eyes grow wide with shock as she realizes just who it is that is here visiting her.  She shakes her head vehemently.

“No, no, no!  Not you!” Summer reaches out for the remote that can call the nurse but before she can do anything Jessica, quick as a cat, snatches the remote out of her hand.

“Not right now…Ms. Newman…” Jessica chuckles as she said that, somewhat tongue in cheek “…we need to have a chat, you and I.”

Jessica walks over to the other side of the room and finds a chair.  She pulls the chair up to Summer’s bedside and places it by Summer’s head.  Jessica sits down and grins wickedly as she stares at Summer.  Summer, for her part, is frightened. She has no idea what Jessica has planned.

“You…you put me in here!  You injured my leg!”

“Yes, and I could do oh so much worse to you right now couldn’t I?  I mean, look at you.  You’re so weak and vulnerable right now.  There’s absolutely nothing you can do to stop me from doing anything I want to do.” Jessica shrugs her shoulders.  “So why struggle?  Why fight?  I could do anything I want anyway and you couldn’t stop me, so why not just sit back and listen to what I have to say?”

“I know you’re angry, I know you’re pissed off, but listen to me Jessica, I…”

“Shut up!” Jessica growls angrily and threateningly at Summer. “Shut up and listen because Jessica is not here right now.  You’re speaking with The Archangel.”

“But I…” Summer shakes her head “…I don’t understand…”

“Jessica needs protection.  She is confused right now and severely disappointed.  She put her entire trust in you; she didn’t believe me when I said that you were lying to her, using her, and that you would betray her.  Jessica is still trying to deal with that.  That’s why, for now, she needs me.  She needs The Archangel.”

Jessica reaches out and touches Summer on the nose. “And you only have yourself to blame.  She bought into justice and truth, right and wrong, all along, but when she hit a rough patch and started losing, she began to feel like a failure.  She felt she needed your assistance.  And that was your way in.  You convinced her that she needed your brand of purity and you purified her.  You filled her head with your filth, your garbage, your lies, but it was all a ruse.  It was all so you could use her for your own personal gain.”

Jessica chuckles.  “You had to know that the truth would eventually catch up to you.  You had to know that your sins would come back to haunt you.  If you thought you could get away with it then you really are stupid.”

Jessica stands up and pushes the chair away. “So now your sins have caught up with you, Summer.  I have made you pay for your sins against Jessica Jones.  Now anyone else who gets in my way will also pay just as you have paid.  They will suffer just as you have suffered.”

Jessica turns and walks off. “Happy New Year, Summer.”

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On Camera

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You know, I had originally prepared for a four way.  Now I understand that injuries happen and it is truly a shame that Tommy Cook and Clay Colton were injured and unable to compete at Shattered Dreams.  What I don’t understand is how does a newcomer to MCW, Cody Knight, automatically get one of those spots?  I mean, I hate to sound like a complainer, but I worked for this spot.  I busted my ass beating anyone and everyone who got in my way.  I have proven myself each and every time I set foot in between those ropes.  Cody, though, hasn’t had any experience with this company at all and he’s being granted a title shot in his first day here?

Don’t get me wrong, Cody is a talented athlete.  We know each other from our days in GCW.  I know how good he is.  I know he is capable.  But is worthy of stepping foot into a title match on the first day out?

To be perfectly frank, you are not in an enviable situation, Knight.  As a matter of fact, I’d hate to be you right now, because the pressure is on.  Apparently management felt you were impressive enough and worthy enough of entering this match.  So now here you are, on the precipice of greatness, but you have to work for it. You have to earn it.  You have to walk through the hell that I prepare to rain down upon you and Chantelle Chambers in order to walk out with that Motor City gold in a triple threat match, a match where you don’t even have to be pinned or made to submit in order to lose the match.

And that brings up another thing I don’t quite understand.  It was a fatal four way until two had to bow out due to injury.  One of them was replaced but Clay Colton?

No replacement.

All I hear from Monarchy nowadays is whining and moaning about how management is unfair to Monarchy.  I really want them to pull their heads out of their self-entitled asses and explain to me how placing two Monarchy members against one non-Monarchy member is actually hurting Monarchy or unfair to Monarchy. Mathematically speaking there is a 66% chance that Monarchy leaves with that championship.

Oh but you know, maybe I shouldn’t criticize Monarchy too much.  Maybe the poor babies have a point?  I mean, yes, it is two Monarchy members against one for the Motor City Championship, but that one person is The Archangel.

So this is the reality that you face, Chantelle Chambers.  It’s the same reality that Cody Knight, making his debut here with this company, will also be facing.  The reality that you two face is the fact that your dreams will be shattered thanks to my unforgiving scythe of judgment.

Triple threat, fatal four way, five, six, seven, one on one, it doesn’t matter what the odds, how many people, it really doesn’t matter because I bring wrath everywhere I go, I bring the pain everywhere I go.  And win, lose, or draw, I always leave bodies in my wake and blood soaking the ground.

I am your judge, jury, and executioner and I have judged both of you to be overconfident and ultimately weak.

All Eyes On You?  All eyes will be on you and me both when I turn back your challenge and Cody’s challenge, when I turn back the seemingly insurmountable challenge of two of Monarchy’s finest; because two on one is how I like it, it’s how I want it, because that way there will be no excuses, none whatsoever, for when I humble the both of you on MCW’s final night of existence.