Sisterly Advice

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Off Camera

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Apocalypse did not go as Marie had planned.  She had hoped to pick up a win over Blake Mason and continue her momentum but, unfortunately, that was not to be.  Yet the match was extremely competitive.  It was a hard fought classic from start to finish.  It was what Marie had hoped would be an eye opener to the rest of the wrestling world; something that would make everyone in SCW sit up and take notice.  She had hoped to effect real change with this one show of what this industry should be about: competition.

Yet she was left off the following Breakdown card…

Now most employees, wrestlers included, would love to have a break every now and then. Marie is no different. She would love to have some time off to spend with her husband Arthur and her son Sean.  But for one, Marie is a competitor.  She wants to be challenged, not to rest on her laurels.  Plus she feels that being given the night off, she is somehow being punished for losing to Blake; despite the fact that she knows she gave her absolute best effort.

Plus there was the added insult as to what she saw on Breakdown that took her place; Derek Adonis, Cookie, and their ridiculous KABLAM garbage.  Marie felt insulted that she busts her ass every week, Breakdown events and House Shows included, never missing an event if she can avoid it, and yet she can’t even get on the card for Breakdown.  But this over-sexualized silliness gets free air time?  And why is that?

Jones is afraid to even consider the answer to that question.  It might anger her even more to consider the possibility that this kind of trash sells and that it is the fans who are making this happen.  The fans want it and thus SCW delivers.

Marie is holding out hope that this isn’t the case.  She went out tonight in the CenturyLink Center in Omaha, Nebraska for Breakdown to end the ridiculous proceedings hosted by Derek Adonis.  It was her attempt to protest the proceedings and protest not being allowed on air.  Instead she, too, was interrupted.  Marie was interrupted by Alistair Alloco.  But she made him pay with an Ave Maria.

No one will make a joke out of the sport she loves and no one speaks for The Crown Jewel of Professional Wrestling.

The redheaded Boston native is in her dressing room at this moment.  Jones was not scheduled for competition tonight so she didn’t have to change into her wrestling gear, thus she is still wearing the same thing she wore earlier tonight; a simple attire of denim jeans, black shoes, and a black t-shirt which reads “Crown Jewel” on the front in fancy lettering.  This also means that packing is rather quick.  Jones picks up the strap of her black gym bag and hoists the bag up over her shoulder.  She is about to approach the door to make her exit when she stops…a knocking at the door stops her…Marie rolls her eyes.

“Not now.” Marie says quietly, under her breath. “I just want to leave.”

Marie pauses for a few seconds and waits, hoping the person on the other side will just give up and go away.  No such luck.  The person knocks again, more persistently this time.   This time, however, Marie does answer.

“Who is it?!” Jones asks in a rather annoyed tone of voice.

“It’s me.” Marie immediately recognizes the voice of her identical twin sister Kimberly Williams. “May I come in?”

Marie sighs as she sets her gym bag back down on the floor.  She approaches the door and opens it, immediately granting access to her sister Kim.  The normally unbalanced of the sibling pair is wearing torn denim jeans, flip flops, and a black t-shirt which reads “I Groped Mr. D” in hot pink lettering.  Kimberly walks in and immediately embraces Marie in a tight hug.

“Oh sweetie, are you ok?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.  I guess…”

Marie is somewhat taken off guard by this show of compassion from Kimberly.  Her sister is a self-described sociopath and not one known for showing compassion or any sort of emotions all that often.  Thus being hugged by Kimberly is quite the unusual event.  After breaking the embrace, Kimberly sets her hands on her hips and studies her sister Marie carefully.

“What’s wrong?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“What do you mean?” Kimberly asks inquisitively.

“Well to start with you knocked and asked permission to come in.”

“I thought that’s what normal people do.”

“That’s right,” Marie nods her head “except you are not normal.  You just barge on in; hell, you rarely use the door anyway.  You like to sneak in through a window.”

“Windows are fun…” Kimberly remarks with a slight snicker.

“See?  Also you are not a hugger...unless you have a knife ready to stab someone in the back.”

“Stabby! Stabby! Stabby!” Kimberly starts chanting.  Marie immediately responds with another eye roll.

“My point exactly.” Marie answers back, followed by a sigh. “So Kim, are you here for any particular reason other than to just be weird?”

“My, my, my, aren’t we a little bitchy this evening?” Kim says with a playful smirk on her face.

“Bitchy?!” Marie gives her sister Kimberly a hard shove, causing her to stumble backward but not fall over. “You have no clue how I’m feeling right now and, quite honestly, I don’t think you care!  But you come here to call me bitchy?!”

Kim’s eyes grow cold and stoic as she stares long and hard at her identical twin sister.  Marie doesn’t back down either but it is Kimberly who finally breaks the silence after several moments.

“You’re lucky I’m a changed woman, sis.  Another time, that would have set me off.” Kimberly places a hand on Marie’s shoulder. “You’re also wrong…”

“Wrong about what?”

“I do care about you.  That’s why I stopped by.  I saw what you did out there to those weirdo freaks and Alistair Allocco.  I heard what you had to say.  And I just wanted to check up on you and see if you were ok.”

“Yeah…” Marie’s voice trails off before she shakes her head, sighing deeply “…I may have lost my temper.”

“Maybe just a little.” Kimberly says with a jovial grin. “Though I gotta admit, it was awesome watching you drop Allocco on his pointy little head.”

“To be perfectly honest with you, I agreed with a lot of what Alistair had to say.”

“Oh?” Kimberly arches her brow.

“I agree…Derek Adonis and that filth he spews, is an insult to every single member of the SCW roster and whoever decided to give that sex-obsessed water buffalo any air time on Breakdown should be fired and run out of this business.”

Marie’s eyes narrow and a look if intensity enters her face.

“I have worked too damn hard to let something like that take my spot.  This proves my point, you know that?  I should have had support from more than just that boy scout Alistair, but instead everyone in the back is too complacent and happy to just let the sport be ridiculed and made a mockery of by clowns like Adonis.  People watching Breakdown tonight will see that segment and think that is what wrestling is all about.  They’ll think it is all about sex.”

“You know what they say?  Sex sells.” Kimberly chimes in with a devilish smile.

“Exactly and that’s why I’m pissed off!  These people are more worried about making money than with giving this competitive sport the respect that it deserves!”

“Ok, ok, easy sis,” Kimberly says with a chuckle “but if you are in such agreement with Alistair Allocco, why drop him on his head?”

“Because he got in my way.” Marie says with a snarl. “I didn’t need him speaking for me.  I am perfectly capable of doing that myself.”

“Ok, I’m a bit confused.” Kimberly furrows her brow. “You were just complaining about how everyone back here was too complacent to back you up in this, everyone except Alistair, and yet now you’re complaining about him coming out to back you up.”

“You don’t get it, Kim.  You really don’t…” Marie sighs and shakes her head “…you don’t get how hard it is to bust your ass, to work hard to earn your keep, and after shedding blood, sweat, and tears in match after match for the fans, you think you’ve made a difference, only to find out no one in this company gave a damn.  And I know that no one gave a damn because I couldn’t even get the time of day, yet Derek Adonis and his filth gets air time.  A perennial loser who does nothing to improve his wrestling ability gets air time simply because, as you put it, sex sells…but someone like me, who tries so hard to improve after every match, gets ignored.”

“So you beat up poor Alistair because…?” Kim cocks her head to one side.

“I guess I got frustrated.” Marie hangs her head.

“It’s ok, sis.  But I do get it, I really do.”

“No, you don’t.” Marie shakes her head.

“Of course, I don’t know anything about your problem.  I busted my ass to prove I deserved a shot at the Emerge Championship against Peyton Rice.  Then I had to go above and beyond the call of duty just to prove that I am a changed woman and I wouldn’t go psychotic on the little princess.  And I didn’t lose my cool, I had the match of my career, and yet I still have received no recognition for my hard work.  I haven’t been acknowledged by Peyton, despite the fact I already congratulated her.  So you’re right, Marie, I know nothing about being under appreciated.”

Marie’s stoic gaze slowly but surely turns into a grin.  Then she embraces Kimberly in a hug.

“I’m sorry, Kim.  I guess I have been a bit of a bitch lately.”

“Yeah, just a little bit of a bitch.” Kim says chuckling. “But I still love ya.”

“It IS frustrating, though, to see people like Adonis, Cookie, and other jokes running around SCW getting air time when people who work hard and WANT to compete can’t get anything.  I have been a United States Champion and Television Champion and I have goals to achieve much more than that in the future.”

“Don’t let it get you down, ok babe?  Just keep yourself ready because you never know when you’ll get your next big opportunity.”

“Thanks, Kim…I guess one of us needs to be an optimist.  But seriously, with the recent booking pattern of Mr. D, I seriously doubt I’ll get anything worthwhile.”

“Not necessarily true.” Kimberly shakes her head. “Don’t forget what comes up next week…”

“Fatal Fortunes…” Marie’s eyes grow wide.  Kimberly nods her head.

“That’s right, you could get VERY lucky on Breakdown.  And I mean VERY lucky.”

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On Camera

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There is a double standard in America. When men complain they are simply brave for speaking out for what they believe in.  Yet when a woman complains she isn’t speaking out for what she believes in, she’s just being too bitchy.

Now I’ll grant that maybe I have been a little too bitchy in recent weeks, but I will stand firm in my belief that I have every right to be a little bitchy.  I have been the voice for tradition in a world of nonsensical mayhem.  I have been the one pointing out how people get rewarded with championship opportunities for breaking the rules.  This past Breakdown a fat-assed sexual scumbag worse than Weinstein and Trump put together gets rewarded for his sexual harassment by being granted Breakdown air time to peddle his pornography.

Where was I on the card?  No where to be found.  Why wasn’t I on the card?  Because I follow the rules.  I wasn’t on the card because I’m deranged and eccentric like a Giovanni Aries or a Dylan Howell.  I wasn’t on the card because I’m a modestly dressed classy girl, not a slutty whore like Cassidy Carter or Cookie.

Those are the people who get rewarded based on the current system.  My goal now is to try and change the system.  Make it better.  Return it to its traditional state where those who play by the rules get the rewards and the jokes, the clowns, and the perverts are blackballed from the industry.  It’ll be hard to change the current system, but I’m not going to stop.

While the current system is far from fair and just, a new system is on the horizon, and while it may only last two weeks, it is a system I welcome for it will be a shock to the SCW universe.

Fatal Fortunes.

Random drawings for random matches, because random is one way to be truly fair, isn’t it?  If you can’t have a true meritocracy, then randomness is the next best thing.  The losers, the perverts, and the crazies will be treated the same as those who work hard, because it will all be done by luck of the draw.

Under normal circumstances I do not have any faith that the system would grant me what I deserve.  Hell, under the normal system I might even get left off yet another Breakdown.  But under Fatal Fortunes I’m guaranteed a match and under Fatal Fortunes I may even get a championship match.

This will not be an opportunity I will take lightly.

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Off Camera

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Marie was still feeling frustrated and upset, despite the talk with her sister Kimberly Williams.  The unbalanced twin seemed to have some well thought out advice: focus on Fatal Fortunes and ignore the negatives.  The luck of the draw truly will be the equalizer that Marie desires.

Still, there is a nagging part of her mind that keeps telling Marie about the problems within the culture of Supreme Championship Wrestling, and that it is a problem that she cannot just simply ignore.  Perhaps Kimberly alone cannot provide the advice Marie wants and needs?  She does have other family and another sister, after all.  One who would be much more inclined to her opinions about the traditional way of things…

We’re back in Massachusetts, specifically a park on the outskirts of Boston.  Entering the park, a slight breeze rustles the leaves making them fall to the solid ground one by one.  The park, once resplendent in the town's heyday was a scrub of moss and weeds.  Used needles lay amidst the shabby greenery, invisible and able to pierce the common light-weight shoes the children wear.  They had benches, ornamental trees, flowers year round and water fountains in clear lakes.  The air was warm, the beams of sunlight glowing on Marie’s skin as she makes her way through the grass.

The beautiful redhead is wearing an ankle length flowing floral print skirt, a black sleeveless top, and flip flops. Her  long red hair hangs unrestrained to shoulder length.  The Crown Jewel of Professional Wrestling scans the area, looking for her temperamental half-sister, and it isn’t long until she hits pay dirt…

…just over the hill she spots an old bench.  Sitting hunched over on the bench is her half-sister, Jessica Lasiewicz.

Jessica has changed a great deal and Marie knows it.  Jessica is much darker, scarier, and yet at the same time she preaches an almost cult-like lifestyle of purity, similar to the one followed by Drake Hemmingway and Loretta Inglewood of Emerge.  Jessica has even garnered her own group of followers who worship her every movement.

Still, this is her sister and if anyone could understand what Marie is upset about, it would be Jessica.

Marie, being a devout Catholic, feels that the best way to prepare for this is to invoke the man upstairs, so she makes the sign of the cross over her chest before making her way up the hill and towards the bench.

“Jessica!” Marie calls out, but Jessica doesn’t acknowledge it.  “Jess!”

This time Jessica does look up just as Marie stops right at the bench.  Jessica smiles and nods her head.

“Hi there, Marie.”  Jessica scoots over a little and pats the bench, motioning for Marie to sit down next to her. “Come on, Marie. Sit down.  I promise not to bite.”

Marie sighs and then sits down on the bench next to her half-sister Jessica.  Jessica’s hair was at one time red, like Marie’s, but Jessica has since returned to her natural black hair color.  Today, Jessica is attired in all black.  Marie smiles uneasily.

“Well I’m glad you made time to speak to me, Jess.  I’m sure you’re real busy with your, uh…” Marie pauses as she isn’t quite sure how to describe her half-sibling’s recent activities.  Jessica, though, responds with a low chuckle.

“My movement?”

“Yeah, we’ll go with that.”

“Purity is more than just a movement, it is a lifestyle.”

“I thought you’ve been calling it a revolution?” Marie asks with an arched brow.

“This is true, but it shouldn’t have to be.  This society has become so depraved that only a revolution can return purity to its proper place.  That is why my followers and I are willing to go whatever lengths necessary to purge GCW of its filth.”

Jessica Lasiewicz currently competes for Global Championship Wrestling and it is there where she spreads her own version of purity, again, much like how Drake Hemmingway attempts to spread his version of purity in Emerge.  Marie tolerates her sister’s quirks and forcibly smiles.

“Yeah, well, there is a lot of filth in the world, Jess.  Are you sure you and your groupies can take care of it all?”

“My groupies?  They are more than mere groupies.  They are my followers.  And we’ll take as long as we have to.  I wouldn’t be judging my movement if I were you.  You were on your crusade against impurity not too long ago.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Marie nods her head.

“Derek Adonis is a filthy animal who should be euthanized for the sake of everyone else.  Put the walrus out of his misery.  You were right to interrupt his dastardly proceedings, sister.” Jessica grins knowingly. “And yet I take it you still harbor some doubts?”

“No need in doubting right now.” Marie says, shrugging her shoulders. “What’s done is done.”

“You definitely have the right attitude. There is no need to worry about the past.  Focus on the future, a future without filth, a future without perversion…”

“Whoa, whoa, hold up Jess,” Marie shakes her head “I think you and I have slightly different goals.”

“How so?” Jessica asks with an arched brow. “What is so different about my purity and your goal?”

“Your purity is a little extreme.  Like you said, it’s a lifestyle.  But me?  All I want is a return of tradition to professional wrestling.”

“And that is what I want as well.” She wraps an arm around Marie’s shoulder. “Traditional wrestling is PURE and yet what Supreme Championship Wrestling dared to put on their television screen was far from traditional.  It was impure, it was filth, it was…”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it…” Marie sighs and shakes her head “…it’s just frustrating because I think I should get air time as a competitor, I should get a match or at least a damn interview, but that clown gets air time to peddle his smut?”

Jessica embraces Marie in a hug. “We are more alike than you care to admit, dear sister.  The impurity of this sport is what holds back true athletes like you.  Purifying the industry is what will bring about the justice you seek.”

“Sorry, Jess, but I’m not interested in purifying the industry.” Marie shakes her head. “I just want to get what I deserve for the hard work I put in.”

“You think short term.  You need to think long term.”

“Well I’ll settle for short term glorification.” Marie rolls her eyes.

“In that case focus on the next event.  I hear it is Fatal Fortunes.”

“That’s right.” Marie nods her head. “Random drawings for random matches.”

“Luck is fair, sister.  The impure sleazebags will be unable to avoid what luck has to dish out.  It could be good for them it could be bad.  You could get something good…you could get something bad…”

“No, I won’t get anything bad.” Marie shakes her head. “I was left off the last Breakdown card.  ANY kind of match is a positive in my case.  A championship match would just be icing on the cake.”

“There you go.” Jessica remarks, nodding her head. “Impress the vermin running SCW.  Make them notice you.  Make them remember you.  Fatal Fortunes is your chance.”

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“Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I'm an agent of chaos. Oh, and you know the thing about chaos? It's fair!” --- Heath Ledger

Fatal Fortunes is all about the luck of the draw.  But then again, luck can also be described as chaos.  With luck, you never know what might happen and that is chaos described to a “T”…

Heath Ledger as The Joker once said that chaos is fair and it really is if you think about it.  It doesn’t matter whether you are at the top of the mountain or the bottom of the totem pole curtain jerking every night, it doesn’t matter if you are a main event star or a side show freak making a fool of yourself for the entertainment of the masses…

…I’m looking at you, Adonis…

…it doesn’t matter who you are, with luck, or chaos, you are all treated to the same random hand of fate.  And fate could be nice to you or it could be bad to you.  You could get everything you want or you could end up falling off your lofty perch into the depths of a nasty sewer.

And no one knows what will happen.  Fortune itself doesn’t even know what will happen.

I do want to upset the establishment because I think the establishment really sucks.  I think an establishment that gives air time to degenerates and eccentric maniacs is unjust and wrong.  More importantly, I think it’s unfair.  Sometimes, to upset the establishment, you do have to introduce a little anarchy.

That’s why I’m looking forward to Fatal Fortunes.  Fortune decides my fate and I trust fortune over those idiots who decided to give Derek Adonis air time.  All I need is an opportunity, all I need is a match, and I can prove that I am a hot commodity, that I am more than just The Phoenix, that I am The Crown Jewel of Supreme Championship Wrestling.  Because I am guaranteed to get a match of some sort.  I am guaranteed to get a match and unlike last Breakdown, I won’t be overlooked, unappreciated, and left off the card in favor of a smut peddler.

I will get my match, and whatever match it is will be fine by me.  I will go in and burn it all to the ground.  I will put on a show that no one will soon forget.  I will use this beautiful anarchy to make a statement and force Mr. D and SCW to appreciate me, to sit up and notice me and to recognize my talent.

Yet, the thing with fortune is that you never know what you might get.  Maybe I’ll just something…normal.  That’s fine with me.  Anything is better than the great big ball of nothing I got last Breakdown.  But if lady luck is on my side, then maybe, just maybe, I might get gold back around my waist.

Whatever lady luck has in mind for me is fine, I welcome it.  I will not let lady luck down.