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February
1st, 2019
Boston,
Massachusetts
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It’s
dusk in the great city of Boston, Massachusetts as Marie Annabelle Jones drives
through the streets on her way towards her home. She arrived back in her
hometown after Breakdown this past Wednesday and fulfilling a few more Supreme
Championship Wrestling obligations. And after the events of Making Things
Right and Breakdown, the smile on Marie’s face will most likely have to be surgically
removed.
Some
things change, some things stay the same. Many believe that Marie Jones has changed. Her formerly ardent supporters are now her
biggest critics, claiming she sold out to Katya and Dark Fantasy. But
those are just words. In one ear and out
the other. Marie doesn’t care what they
think, because at the end of the day, she alone knows the truth. She knows that she hasn’t really changed at
all. She is the same person she always has been. Marie is still the same person who believes
in fighting so hard for what is right, even if what is right may be unpopular
and may make her unpopular in the process. And yes, siding with Katya and
Dark Fantasy may have made her unpopular, but she is convinced, at least in her
own mind, that she is on the right side of history.
Case
in point, she finally got the one opportunity she had always wanted since
signing with Supreme Championship Wrestling; a shot at the World Championship.
It was an opportunity she never gained under the previous administration
and now with Katya in charge Marie has not just had one title shot but is now
about to receive her second opportunity. Syren won back the World
Championship at Making Things Right and is living up to her promise to defend
the title against Marie at Breakdown.
Things
are finally beginning to look up for Marie Annabelle Jones and that alone is
evidence enough for her that she has made the right decisions. Still
people doubt and criticize her. But
those critics cannot bring her down from her positive attitude. For the first time in a very long time Marie
feels confident and upbeat about her future within SCW. Her destiny of
becoming SCW World Champion is just fingertips away. She isn’t going to start doubting herself and
her judgment now.
Let
them doubt her judgment. Let them criticize. She is riding high and her life couldn’t be
more perfect, both professionally and personally. Professionally, her
wrestling career is right where she wants it.
Personally, she has the love of her husband Arthur. Sure, they
have had their rough patches. Twice in
the last year and a half they nearly broke up but Marie feels as if their
relationship is stronger than ever.
The
redheaded Boston native does enjoy being back in her hometown, the city she
loves more than anywhere else, but she is especially looking forward to being
with Arthur. She looks forward to putting the doubters and critics out of
her mind and just focusing on being loved and beloved by her husband.
She’s
earned it.
Jones
turns into her drive and slowly comes to a stop. After turning her car
off she exits the driver’s side with her gym bag in hand. Marie is
dressed in a simple pair of black flats, long black dress pants, a red sweater,
and her signature black leather jacket. Her long gorgeous red hair hangs
unrestrained to just below the shoulders.
She has her gym bag slung over her shoulder as she walks up to the front
door. She is pleased to find that Arthur left the door unlocked for her
as she turns the knob and steps inside. She
shuts the door behind her.
“Arthur?
Sean?” Marie
pauses for a brief moment to wait on an answer. “I’m home!”
Jones
waits again for an answer, a few seconds pass and then “I’m in here, Marie.”
A
warm smile spreads across her face as she drops her gym bag where she stands.
Marie then approaches the sound of her husband’s voice. Upon entering the living room she finds
Arthur standing by the fireplace. He already has a warm fire going. Two glasses of red wine are sitting on a
coffee table in front of their comfortable plush cream colored sofa.
Clearly Arthur has been planning this for quite some time. Normally he would travel with her but ever
since Bound by Blood he hasn’t been on as many trips and tours with her.
It’s by Marie’s request and as much as it pains her to be away from her
husband, she believes it is for the best.
She knows that while he tries to keep most of his criticism to himself
in the name of sounding supportive that he does secretly disagree with her
decision to side with Katya. Him being with her on the road during the
current tumultuous times in SCW would only cause further tension, tension that
they do not need right now, especially after Marie had at one time not too long
ago cheated on him with Blake Mason.
Still,
being away from your loved one is difficult. Arthur clearly missed Marie
and wants to make up for some lost time. The Phoenix approaches her
husband with an open embrace. They hug
each other tightly and then kiss passionately for several seconds. They
break the kiss and then Marie lets her head rest on his chest.
“You
went all out, didn’t you?” Marie coos.
“I’m
not sure I’d go as far as to say I went all out.” Arthur chuckles. “I
mean, this isn’t some five star restaurant or anything. Also I forgot
flowers…”
“I
forgive you.”
Marie says with a smirk on her face.
“Thanks.
Besides, sometimes I think the simpler things are the best. You
know what I mean?”
“I
do,” Marie
says, nodding her head “just you and me, a warm fire…”
“Wine.”
Arthur
motions to the wine glasses on the table. “Your favorite...Merlot.”
“Sounds
delicious…”
Marie’s voice trails off as she shuts her eyes. She is in sheer joy as
she imagines the taste of the wine on her lips. Then suddenly, almost as
if a lightbulb went off in her head, her eyes open wide. “...wait, where’s
Sean?”
“He’s
staying with his great aunt Kayla for the night.” Arthur says with a
wry grin on his face.
“And
what about Melinda?”
“She’s
with Kayla as well. Kayla’s brother is representing her in court, so
Kayla had no issues with keeping Melinda tonight, especially after I told her
of my plans.”
Arthur smirks. “So you know what that means?”
“It
means that you and I have the house all to ourselves?”
“That’s
right.” He
says, nodding his head. “Plenty of time to catch up.”
“I
like your thinking.”
Marie coos as she allows herself to be led over to the sofa. Arthur sits
down first, followed by Marie sitting down next to him. They embrace
again and begin to passionately kiss.
Things
grow more and more intense until Marie pushes him down and she mounts him.
The kissing and groping continue.
Marie cannot keep her hands off of him and the feeling is mutual for
Arthur. Maybe even more so for Arthur because he hasn’t been allowed to
see Marie for so long due to the intense SCW schedule. Marie reaches down
and slowly pulls off her sweater and casts it aside. This leaves Marie with only a lacy black bra
covering her top.
Arthur
meanwhile helps undo her pants. Marie and Arthur slowly pull the pants
off and cast them aside, leaving Marie now in just her bra and panties.
They resume their passionate kissing and it goes on for several more
minutes until…
“Oh...Blake!”
Marie
doesn’t even realize what she just said but Arthur definitely notices it.
He stops kissing Marie and shakes his head as he gently pushes her off of
him.
“Whoa,
hold on a second, Marie…”
“What
are you do…”
just then it hits her and Marie sighs “...oh, shit. I’m sorry, babe.
I didn’t mean to. It just...uh...”
“Don’t.”
Arthur
shakes his head. “Just don’t. I get it, I understand.”
Arthur
sits back up on the sofa as does Marie, who looks genuinely penitent as she
stares at her husband.
“You
have to know I didn’t mean it.”
“Uh,
maybe we should just drink some wine until this incredibly awkward moment
passes. Ok?”
Arthur
doesn’t even wait for Marie to agree, he just reaches over, snatches one of the
two pre-poured glasses of wine, and takes a sip. Marie sits there for a
few moments, waiting on Arthur to say something; anything. But when no words escape his lips she
likewise takes a glass of wine and takes a sip.
“I’m
sorry, Arthur. I really am sorry.
I’ve just had a lot on my mind lately.”
“Wrestling?” Marie nods her
head slowly. Arthur sighs. “Yeah,
I figured. Like I said, I understand. I should have known what I
was getting into when I married you, that I was also marrying into this sport.”
“Yeah,
you’re right, you were marrying into this sport when you married me. But
if you think this has anything to do with Blake and what happened between us,
then you’re wrong. That’s over and done with.”
“And
yet he is back in SCW.” Arthur says flatly. “He is back with the company
touring with you and I’m not.”
“Arthur,
don’t start that…”
Marie’s voice trails off.
“It’s
hard not to start into that.” Arthur says as he takes another sip of
wine. “That was the one thing Katya did that I actually liked. She
fired Blake Mason and that meant he wouldn’t be anywhere near you to tempt
you.”
His
voice is dripping with venom as the bad memories of Marie’s affair with him all
come back to light.
“I
don’t like Katya, I think her and Dark Fantasy are using you. But I was
glad she fired Blake because at least that temptation would be gone. I
don’t trust him, Marie. I’m sorry, but I
just don’t trust him. Now he’s back in
the company touring with you and yet you still won’t let me come on the tours
with you.”
“If
you’re that damn insecure, then buy a damn ticket.” Marie snaps back at her
husband angrily with vitriol of her own seeping through. “I can’t stop you from
buying a fucking ticket but I can stop you from coming with me and apparently
keeping you away from me during my SCW business was a good idea.”
“Why
the hell would you want to stay away from me? Your husband!”
“Because
of this! I just got over a self-confidence problem! I just regained
confidence I had lost from months of being a walking mat! I finally got
my legitimate shot at the world championship and now I get another, against
Syren on Breakdown! I get to face one of the greatest wrestlers in the
world today! This is huge for my career
and I do not need your insecurity poisoning my professional life right now!”
“Insecurity?” Arthur is fuming now.
He tips the glass and chugs down the rest of his wine in one gulp.
He slams the glass back down on the table. “I think I have a right to
be insecure. You did have an affair with Blake Mason!”
“I
thought we had gotten past that!” Marie exclaims.
“How
do I get past that? That’s like your mother asking you to just get over
the fact that she put a bullet through your dad’s head!”
That
was a mistake. Marie immediately slaps the taste out of Arthur’s mouth.
He rubs his cheek as Marie stares at him with hatred in his eyes.
“Don’t
you DARE bring up my father!”
“Why
not? You hate him. You’ve said so yourself. And you hate your
mother. Those are just a few of the
questionable judgment calls you’ve been making; and that’s not to mention the
questionable judgment call you made in siding with people like Katya and Syren
and Ravyn.”
“You
don’t even know them!”
“You
know what? You’re right.” Arthur nods his head. “I don’t know
them, but then again how the hell could I get to know them when you won’t let
me come to any damn shows?!”
“And
this is precisely why I cannot let you come to shows with me!” Marie snaps back,
poking a finger into his chest. “Because YOU act like a damn child!”
“And
you are acting with a highly questionable judgment. How can I trust you
to stay away from someone like Blake Mason when you’re attracted to scum like
Katya and Dark Fantasy? How can I trust you stay away from Blake when
your oh so perfect judgment tells you that mocking the memory of your dead
father and disrespecting your own mother are acceptable actions?”
Marie
strikes Arthur again, this time it is with a closed fist and the force of it
causes Arthur to go tumbling off of the sofa. He crashing onto the coffee
table, causing to break under his weight.
The Phoenix stands up, shocked at first at what she does but then she
steels herself. She convinces herself that she was in the right with
every second that Arthur uses to push himself back up to his feet. Arthur gets nose to nose with Marie.
“Get
out, Arthur!”
“Are
you kicking me out?!”
“That’s
what I saidI” Marie shouts. “I’ve had enough of you questioning me!
You’ve questioned and doubted me ever since we got together! You never once believed in me, you never once
supported me, you treated me like a fucking child and I have had it!”
“So
is this…”
Arthur’s voice trails off as he is trying to comprehend what she has just said “...are
we through?”
“I
don’t…”
Marie has to ponder this for a moment before sighing “...I don’t know.
I just know that I don’t want to see you right now.”
She
points towards the front door. “Leave.”
Arthur
just stands for a few moments. He isn’t quite sure what he wants to do
and, for that matter, Marie isn’t sure what he’ll do either. Marie
notices Arthur balling up his fist, as if he is preparing to strike her. Arthur then sighs as he relaxes. A tear
can be seen forming in his eyes.
“I’m
sorry, Marie. This was supposed to be me making things right between us.
I guess I screwed it up.”
Arthur
turns and starts to walk off. Marie considers stopping him. She only considers it for a brief moment and
then thinks better of it. She watches him exit the front door,
potentially leaving him forever.
Marie
drops back down onto the sofa and begins to cry.
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February
2nd, 2019
Boston,
Massachusetts
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This
was not how it was supposed to be. Her professional life was looking up
and she thought her personal life was looking up after she nearly lost her
marriage due to an affair she had with Blake Mason. She was convinced
that Arthur had forgiven her. She was
convinced that the two of them had moved past that and that their relationship
was stronger because of it.
She
couldn’t have been more wrong.
It
was just a band-aid over a wound. It was bound to bleed out sooner or
later. It was bound to boil over yet again. Marie was naive to think that this issue was
over and she cannot help but blame herself.
From
Arthur’s perspective Marie was keeping him away and it made him suspicious and
extremely jealous. Marie knew she wasn’t doing anything. She knew she wasn’t going to cheat on him
again. But how could you not understand
how Arthur would be at least somewhat suspicious considering she had an affair
once before?
Marie
didn’t care, though. She was blinded by her own problems. She was
blinded by her own drive to be successful, to get to the top of SCW. She
was blinded by her drive to one day be SCW World Champion to see what she had
been doing to Arthur’s psyche.
It’s
not entirely Marie’s fault. Arthur has been criticizing her a great deal
lately. He hasn’t been very supportive of her. In a way, he first pushed her towards making
the drastic move of having an affair. As in most cases, both parties
share part of the blame. Still, Marie
doesn’t see that. In her mind, she is
entirely at fault.
She
can only hope that Arthur will return and that they can make things right.
The
Crown Jewel of Professional Wrestling is in no condition to be left alone right
now. Emotionally and mentally she feels completely broken. She called her friend Melinda Jade and has
asked her to come back home. Marie is still lying on the sofa, the same
position she was in the previous night, still crying. Melinda is sitting in a recliner nearby,
watching her good friend.
Melinda
wants to help but she knows that there are no words that she can say that can
make it better. The best thing she can do is just be there for her. Sometimes being there to listen is the best
comfort a friend could ever want.
“This
is my fault…”
Marie has been repeating this mantra for the past several minutes and it drives
Melinda crazy. Melinda, as an ex-convict who has reformed her own life,
knows better than anyone when it’s the time to accept blame and when it isn’t.
She is convinced that this is not one of those times.
“Ya
know, Annabelle, I get that you had the affair with that Mason dude and all,
but let’s be honest, Arthur hasn’t been treating you like a wife, like an
equal. Lately he’s been treating you like a fucking kid.”
“I
know…”
Marie’s voice trails off.
“Then
pull yourself together.” Marie sits up. Melinda notices the tears in
her friend’s eyes and immediately hands her a tissue. “I mean, I get that
you’re upset. You have reason to be.
Your hubby left ya. I get it.
But I’ve witnessed some pretty intense break ups and no one has reacted
like you have.”
“I
know, Mel, I know.” Marie
uses the tissue to wipe some of the tears out of her eyes and then blow her
nose. “This is different for me, though.”
“In
what way?”
“It’s
just…” Marie
sighs and shakes her head “...you wouldn’t understand.”
“You
know who you’re talking to, right?” Melinda grins knowingly.
“Oh,
right, the convicted felon.” Marie rolls her eyes.
“Yup!
Trust me, I’ve seen a lot of crazy shit, there’s very little I wouldn’t
understand, babe.”
“I
don’t know…”
Marie’s voice trails off.
“Try
me. At the very least I’m a good listener, you know? Trust me,
sometimes all you need is someone to listen to ya. I had a fucking
awesome cellmate. She didn’t always
understand my problems but she always listened to me bitch and that made me
feel good.”
“Well…” she sighs and
relents “...ok, you know my father died when I was young. I grew up
without much of a father figure in my life. Then I was...I was…”
Marie
cannot get the word ‘raped’ out of her mouth but Melinda has heard this story
enough times to know what Marie is referring to. Melinda gets up out of
the recliner and sits down next to Marie on the sofa. She places an arm around her shoulder.
“It’s
ok, babe.”
“Everyone
told me not to have the baby. Everyone told me to have an abortion but I
chickened out at the last minute. I couldn’t do it.”
“You
didn’t chicken out.”
Melinda says sternly. “Your body, your choice.”
“Right,
well when I had Sean I wanted to make sure at the very least he would have the
one thing I didn’t have; a father figure. First was Damian and he was
abusive.”
“Yeah,
I remember you telling me about el-creepo.” Melinda answers back.
“Then
many years went by without anyone in my life; I legitimately thought I would be
a single mother and have to raise him on my own the rest of my life. Not
that I couldn’t do it, because I knew I could, but I wanted Sean to have a good
male role model to look up to. I was
scared that he wouldn’t have that. But then Arthur came along.”
A
warm grin spreads across her face as she thinks about Arthur. “He was so
good to Sean and Sean loved him back, as if Arthur were his real father.
Arthur definitely has his flaws but he is very good with Sean. I’m worried that I now lost that for Sean.”
“Oh,
‘Belle,”
Melinda remarks, using her nickname for Marie as she shakes her head “you
don’t get it.”
“Get
what?” Marie
asks curiously.
“Love
isn’t perfect, babe. It doesn’t always work out the way we think it
should. It damn sure don’t operate on our time table. If the right guy for you and Sean is to come
along, he’ll come along on his own time, babe. You just have to have
faith in that. Besides, you don’t need a
man in order to raise Sean properly.”
“Thanks
Mel, but…”
“Not
done, babe.”
Melinda interrupts. “You said it yourself, you know that you can do it all
on your own. I know you can raise him on your own and that you’ll do a
damn good of it. You’re a good person, Marie. You can do it.”
“Not
everyone thinks that.” Marie says with a sigh.
“If
they disagree then fuck ‘em. You don’t need that kinda shit in your life.
You make decisions, there are consequences to those decisions, and are
your decisions always right?” Melinda shakes her head. “No, you make mistakes.
But we all do. It’s what makes us
human. But shit, one thing I can say for
damn sure is that everything you do is with good intentions. You have wholesome motives. And I do
think that’s important.”
For
the first time since Arthur walked out of the house and left, Marie smiles.
She leans in and embraces her friend Melinda in a tight hug.
“Thanks,
Mel. I needed that.”
“Hey,
what are friends for?” Melinda asks with a sheepish grin.
Melinda
and Marie break the embrace. Melinda then places a hand on her friend’s
shoulder.
“I’m
sure he’ll be back, babe. You didn’t tell him it was over, did ya?”
“I
almost did.”
Marie sighs. “And for a moment I did think that I wanted it to be over.
He has been treating me like a child for as long as I know. But call me a sappy romantic if you want, I
still believe that he and I can work this out.”
“You
are a sappy romantic, ‘Belle,” Melinda smirks “but you’re right, I
think you two can work this out. If anyone can, it’s you. But promise me one thing…”
“What’s
that?”
Marie asks.
“If
he walks his happy ass back through those doors and you do take him back, let
his ass know that things are gonna be different from now on. You got
it? He has to start treating you like an
equal. Ok?”
“You’re
right, Mel.” Marie
nods her head. “I’ll definitely let him know where things stand from here
on.”
“And
if he’s not ok with it, then it’s over. Right?”
“Well…”
Marie
isn’t sure she is ready to go that far yet. She still wants this to work,
not just for her sake but for her son’s sake. For Sean. She isn’t ready to pull the trigger on ending
this marriage. “...we’ll cross that bridge if we have to.”
“Annabelle,
you need to be tough with a guy like him. Ok? You need to let him know that the way he’s
been treating you won’t cut it anymore.”
“I
know, but…”
before Marie can finish her thought she hears a knocking at her front door.
She feels relieved. She doesn’t
think Melinda truly understands her desire to have a male role model for her
son Sean. She isn’t sure anyone truly does but she does know that Arthur
has been a great role model up until this point. She wants to make this work out, whether
Melinda or anyone else agrees with her or not.
“If
that’s Arthur you tell him what I just told you. Ok, ‘Belle?”
“Will
do, Mel.”
Marie
gets up off of the sofa. She exits the living room and steps into the
hallway. From there she approaches the front door and opens it. She is surprised to see a police officer
standing there; a female.
This
isn’t the first time the authorities have been at Marie’s home. Just
before her first world title opportunity at the End of the Year Special police
arrived to arrest Melinda Jade for violating her parole. Immediately
Marie starts to consider what Melinda may have done to bring the police out
here. She can’t think of anything
Melinda did wrong, she’s been trying to stay on the straight and narrow to
avoid further legal entanglements but Marie cannot think of any other reason
why the authorities would be there.
“Ye...yes,
that’s me. Uh, how may I…” Marie is clearly nervous and having
trouble finding her words “...how may I help you?”
“Is
your husband Arthur Pond?”
“Yes,
that’s him.”
Immediately Marie’s face goes pale. What’s wrong with her husband?
“Mr.
Pond was out drinking last night. He drank heavily.” The female officer
clearly has some bad news, Marie can tell by the look on her face. But no
doubt this officer has had to deliver bad news before. “I’m sorry, but he shot himself in the
bathroom of the bar where he was drinking.”
“He…” Marie’s voice fades,
she isn’t ready to accept this so she asks for clarification, despite knowing
what the dreaded answer will be “...he killed himself?”
“I’m
afraid so, ma’am.”
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On
Camera
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“Haunted”
by Taylor Swift can be heard playing in the background, even as the scene fades
in to show an empty training area. Workout equipment is scattered all
over the floor. A boxing heavy bag is
dangling from the roof. There is also a
standard size professional wrestling ring set up. The music slowly dies
down as the sound of heels across the gray concrete is heard. It isn’t long until Marie Annabelle Jones
steps into view from stage right. Jones
is wearing black high heel patent leather pumps, a plack knee length skirt, a
red blouse, and her signature black leather jacket. Her long red hair is
left to flow smooth and gorgeously to just below her shoulders. A pair of sunglasses cover her eyes. The music comes to a stop as Marie turns to
face the camera. A look of confidence
goes well with the poise she seems to have as she gazes into the camera.
“Legend
says that it was the sin of pride that caused Satan to be kicked out of heaven.
If you believe the good book, pride is also what tempted Adam and Eve and
caused them to fall out of God’s good graces. Pride is most definitely
one of humanity’s biggest flaws, there is no doubt about that. But I would argue that humanity has another
flaw that is equally as potent. It is a flaw that can an be the undoing of
mankind just as easily as pride. It is a
flaw that has brought down empires in the past and will continue to bring down
empires.”
“Change;
specifically, the fact that humanity absolutely hates change. Let’s face
facts, we are creatures of habit and when we get into a rhythm we like we do
not want that rhythm to change. Once we get used to a certain way of
doing things, we do not want to stop.
And if anyone ever dares to suggest of a new way of doing things, we
fight bitterly to maintain the status quo. We fight tooth and nail with
every fiber of our being against progress.”
“All
you have to look is at the south during the Civil War or the south during the
Civil Rights Movement in the sixties. Even when the old way of doing
things is clearly wrong and immoral, we fight bitterly to maintain that immoral
status quo, for the pure and simple reason that we fear and hate change.”
“It
doesn’t surprise me that certain people in SCW would be against change.
They are used to the status quo but the problem is that the status quo
only benefited a particular clique of people and if you were not among those
special group of people then you were an afterthought. No one cared. You were forgotten and opportunities would be
denied.”
“A
change has come to Supreme Championship Wrestling. People fought against
it but at Making Things Right change prevailed, progress prevailed, and now we
are witnessing the dawn of a new era. You can fight your enemies, you can
fight your own family, you can fight just about anything under God’s creation
but the one thing you cannot fight is change. Change is a necessary part
of life and those who do not change and adapt are doomed to one fate…”
A
sinister grin forms on Marie’s face “...extinction.”
The
Crown Jewel of Professional Wrestling turns from the camera but only to make
her way up the steel steps. She ascends the steps and then steps up onto
the ring apron. From there she steps
through the ropes and into the ring. The camera zooms in as she spins
around slowly for one three-hundred sixty degree turn, taking in the entirety
of the squared circle, before turning to face the camera once more.
“This
ring is my second home. I grew up in and around this business watching my
mother and my aunt dominate this sport. I also watched dirty business
dealings and corruption become the rule of law within this great sport that my
family loved. I hated it and I thought I alone could make a
difference. I thought I alone could be a
force for good and change things for the better. But I was wrong. Everywhere I went, corruption followed and I
couldn’t do anything about it. That’s
why I came to Supreme Championship Wrestling in the first place; my mother
promised me that this company was different.”
Marie
shook her head. “She was wrong and I was naive to believe her. But
instead of doing nothing, instead of taking my ball and going home, I decided
to do my part to turn things around. I did my part to bring about a new
era in SCW. And I proudly stand by
Katya, Syren, and the rest of Dark Fantasy in order to truly make things right
here in SCW.”
“No
pun intended.” Marie
chuckles.
“Jokes
like Derek Adonis will never again get opportunities handed to them simply
because they’re funny. Drugged up hippies like Giovanni Aries will no
longer get ahead because his insane rantings draw ratings. And spoiled brats like Owen won’t get
opportunities handed to them simply because his last name is Cruze.”
Jones
reaches up and takes off the sunglasses. She places them in her coat
pocket. The camera now gets a good shot
of the intensity in Marie’s eyes.
“I
have been busting my ass since I signed my SCW contract. I have a record
of success as a former Television and United States Champion. I have
beaten former world champions. And yet
again and again I was passed over for title shots in favor of druggies, cheap
porn star rip offs, and annoying side show freaks just because they were
entertaining.”
“Entertainment;
now there’s a funny word. It means a lot of things but it has nothing to
do with the purpose of our sport. This is WRESTLING and it is a
competitive sport entirely based upon victory.
This isn’t about making the fans laugh. This is about winning. And I have been doing that week in and week
out and I have been ignored by management for too long.”
“Now
dear sweet Sasha can cry all day long about how the ‘fans’ voted me to receive
a world title shot at the End of the Year Special. But when you peel back
the skin a little bit you have to realize just how sad it is that it took a
fucking fan vote for me to get a world championship match when I should have
had one all along.”
“And
that’s what makes this championship match against Syren on Breakdown even more
special. I didn’t get this title match because the ignorant fans felt
sorry for me. I have this world
championship match because I deserve it, because SCW management gave me what I
rightfully deserve.”
“So
to the Giovanni Aries’s of the world who are still looking for imaginary lizard
people, the Derek Adonis’s of the world cutting their life short by stuffing
their fat faces with food while shilling porn to kids, and to the Owen Cruze’s
of the world who are just bitching because they’re no longer having the world
handed to them on a silver fucking platter, get used to the new status quo.
Change has come to Supreme Championship Wrestling and it is here to
stay.”
She
pats herself on the chest. “And I am a representative of that change.
I am your star of today and the real star of tomorrow. And soon,
very soon, I will be your SCW World Champion.”
“Which
brings me to Syren…”
a confident grin forms on her face as she pauses, letting the viewing audience
consider her next words “...you truly are one of the greatest wrestlers in
the world. And I am honored to get to face you for the SCW World
Championship, not just because of the magnitude of the match, but because out
of everyone I have ever dealt with, you alone have kept your promises to me.”
“UWA
never gave me my rematch at their world championship.”
“SCW
never gave me the opportunities I was promised when I signed my SCW contract.”
“But
you, you promised me that if you were to win back the SCW World Championship
that you would grant me a title opportunity. I will admit that I had my
doubts, mainly because I have been wronged so many times by everyone else I
have ever done business with, but I can pleasantly say I was wrong. And I
can now say thank you for giving me a real opportunity at the world
championship.”
“And
I can also now ask forgiveness in advance. Forgive me, Syren, for cutting
your title reign short.”
The
Phoenix nods her head. “You see, I have heard all of the talk from everyone
on the outside looking in. None of them expect this to be
competitive. They expect that I’ll just
lay down for you. Anyone who knows me knows that I do not lie down for
anyone. I am a Jones and I am too damn
stubborn to quit and too damn stubborn to die. I am too damn competitive
to just let anyone win, no matter how grateful I am to them for the help they
have given me.”
“And
I know you wouldn’t want it any either way. You are a warrior in the same
spirit as my mother,”
she pauses to rethink her words “or rather I should say, a warrior in the
same spirit as my mother USED to be. You remind me of the kind of warrior
my mother used to be; never say die attitude, never listened to her critics,
she just went to the ring, kicked ass, and left. And just like my mother
was, you ARE the best in the world at what you do.”
“As
a true warrior and a competitor to the core, you wouldn’t want anyone to just
lie down for you. So I can promise you this, Syren...I am going to bring
my A-Game. You are going to get a
firsthand experience of the absolute best Marie Jones this wrestling industry
has ever seen. And I know that’s what you want and I also know that’s
what SCW needs right now. They need to
see a competition between two of the very best wrestlers on this roster right
now. They need to see what this new era
in SCW is all about…”
“...fairness,
justice, and true competition. Two warriors inside the ring fighting to
see who is the best.”
Marie
sighs and shakes her head. “And it is for that reason that I
apologize...I apologize because I WILL be the best, I KNOW I am the best, and
that means I am going to defeat you for the SCW World Championship.”
She
pats herself on the chest. “Much like you, I too am a competitor to the
core. I will never settle for second best. And I will leave Breakdown as the new SCW
World Champion. Then I can return the favor…”
Jones
nods her head “...that’s right, I will return the favor and after becoming
SCW World Champion, I will grant you your rematch. Anytime,
anywhere. And unlike the cowards who
kept the title away from you, out of fear of you and what you are capable of, I
will live up to my promise, just as you lived up to yours. Because I am
not afraid of you and I am not afraid of failure. I’ve met failure before, I’ve tasted it
before, but no more.”
Marie
shakes her head. “This is a time of change and things are damn sure going to
change starting on Breakdown. No longer will I be the one who came up
short, who cannot win the big one. No
longer will I be overlooked by the fans and management of Supreme Championship
Wrestling. No longer will the men and women who step into this squared
circle look at me as an afterthought. I
am single handedly going to change the landscape by ushering in a new era; the
era of Marie Jones as the world champion.”
Marie
reaches into her coat pocket and produces her sunglasses. She places them
back on her head, covering her eyes. A
confident grin forms on her face.
“No
one can fight change, Syren. Not even you.”
“Every
dominant species known to creation has tried to fight change. The
dinosaurs tried to fight it, the wooly mammoth, smilodon, and many other great
creatures in the past have tried to fight change.”
“All
of them went extinct.”
“The
old south in the United States tried to and many argue still is trying to fight
progress but they continue to lose that battle and one day they will ultimately
lose that battle, because you cannot defeat change.”
“You
can win a battle or a skirmish here and there, but you will never win the war
against change. I have been waiting patiently for a long damn time for
this opportunity to become SCW World Champion and Syren, as much as I respect
you and as grateful as I am for this opportunity, I am damn sure not going to
let respect or gratefulness or anything else stand in my way. Nothing will
stand in the way of progress, nothing will stand in the way of the changing of
the guard.”
Marie
smirks knowingly. “You’re going to see why SCW kept holding me back.
SCW knew that all I needed was one fair opportunity, one fair shot at the
World Championship and it would be mine.”
“My
time is now, Syren. And I’m not looking back. So good luck,
friend. You’re going to need it.”
The
camera fades to black.
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