Shades of Gray

Blank Slate.

That’s the shortened form of what Tabula Rasa means.  I’d like to think people like me would get a blank slate but I know that’s wishful thinking.  I committed many crimes by working side by side with Dark Fantasy and I have to pay for them.  It will take a great deal of hard work to rebuild my reputation, a reputation I tarnished on my own.

Yet at least one person does believe in Tabula Rasa.  Sasha.  Clearly she must believe in a blank slate, otherwise I would have been punished severely for assisting her sister’s schemes.  Instead here I am being gifted with an opportunity to become SCW Television Champion.

Color me shocked.

I won’t pretend to deserve this opportunity.  Obviously I don’t.  But I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth.  Besides, I think I’ll enjoy kicking Ruby’s ass all over the ring.  The dirty rat deserves it for participating in that ambush of me and Kimberly.

I do not forget and I rarely forgive.

Sasha, thank you for this opportunity.  I won’t let you or anyone else in SCW down.

==========

April 6th, 2019

Boston, Massachusetts

Off Camera

==========

The philosophy behind ethics can be broken down into two groups: absolutism and relativism.

The ethical absolutist declares that moral commands are true at all times.  This means that they're true in all cultures and situations.  There are no “exceptions to the rule.”  Under this view, actions such as murder and stealing are seen as objectively wrong, regardless of their circumstance or results.

In contrast, the moral relativist views moral values as entirely relative to different societies and contexts.  Therefore, whether an action is right can depend on the context or situation in which it takes place.  Relativist morality may consider the consequences of moral actions when deciding if they are right or wrong.

All of her life, Marie Annabelle Jones has been an absolutist.  The eldest child of Angelica Jones has always believed in a firm and absolute right and wrong and that the right must always be followed and obeyed.  The Phoenix has never questioned her morality, regardless of the circumstances or situations that have come up.

It just made sense to her.  And as self-righteous as it may sound, she felt she was morally right.  She believed she was ethically on the side of the angels.  People may not have always agreed with her, but she truly believed she was doing what was right.

Certain events have begun to shake up her entire worldview.  The Crown Jewel of Professional Wrestling was betrayed by Katya and Dark Fantasy.  She had been used and manipulated by them from the very beginning, back when she first cast her lot with them in late 2018 all for a chance, an opportunity at the world championship that she felt she rightfully deserved.  She even convinced herself that Katya deserved a chance to run Supreme Championship Wrestling and that Syren herself was being treated unfairly by SCW management.

How could she have been so wrong about Katya and Dark Fantasy?  How could she have allowed herself to have been so easily manipulated by them?  It is a question that has shaken Marie to her core.  She was manipulated so well that she ignored the advice of her own sister, Kimberly, who had been sounding the warning bell from the very beginning.

Yet Marie refused to listen.  Marie was singularly focused on correcting the wrong that she felt had been done to her.  Or was she really focused on righting a wrong so much as she was focused on becoming World Champion?

For the first time in her adult life, Marie Jones is questioning her own ethics and morality.  In more simplistic terms, she is questioning whether she truly is on the side of the angels, as it were.

It’s dark outside, with the exception of the occasional flash of lightning that lights up the Boston sky like a tree on Christmas Day.  The lightning combined with the thunder and heavy rain is appropriate considering the mood currently set in upon Marie’s household.  The redheaded Phoenix sits on a plush cream colored sofa by a large window.  Jones stares blankly out into the night sky, staring at the dreary weather, but not thinking about much of anything else except her own problems.

“Ok, babe, come and get it…” Melinda Jade walks into the living room from the kitchen.  Jade carries two bottles, one in each hand.  In her right hand is a bottle of Guinness and in the left hand is a bottle of red wine. “...Guinness for me and wine for you, ya fancy bitch.”

Melinda snickers as she flashes a wink in Marie’s direction.  Melinda is Marie’s childhood friend.  The two have always been inseparable.  Even the unfortunate circumstances that led to Melinda serving time in prison could not keep them apart.  Marie Annabelle Jones would always go and visit her friend regularly.  She knew that Melinda’s parents had all but abandoned her, all due to the shame that Jade had brought to the family.  She had no one to support her; no one except Marie.  The support of Marie Jones got Melinda through the most difficult of times that anyone would have to deal with.

The Phoenix was there to help Melinda with her reintroduction into society.  Melinda is currently living with Marie until she can get on her feet.  Melinda was nearly sent back to prison for pulling a gun out of self defense when someone tried to rob her and Marie, but Marie got a good lawyer to represent Melinda and those charges were dropped.  The two women have always been there for one another.

Yet Melinda can tell that something is off about her friend.  She seems distant.  Melinda frowns.

“Hello?  Earth to Marie?  You there, babe?”

Melinda waits for an answer but still receives nothing.  Jade sighs as she walks over to her friend and sets the wine bottle and bottle of Guinness down on the coffee table in front of the sofa.  The blonde half-sits half-falls down onto the sofa next to Marie.  The impact jolts the redhead to her senses.

“Huh?  Oh, hi Mel.  Sorry, I guess I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Obviously.” Jade points towards her redheaded friend’s dazed face. “You look like you’re spacing out there, Annabelle.  But whatever it is,” she snatches the wine bottle and hands it over to Marie “it’s nothing a little alcohol can’t handle.”

“Yeah, that’s right.” Marie says in a sarcastic tone. “Avoid anything happening to me by getting good and loaded.”

“Works for me.” Jade reaches over and snatches the bottle of Guinness.  She tilts it up and takes a small gulp.  Jones tilts her head and frowns.

“I thought you were cutting back, Mel?”

“Yeah and I thought you were gonna quit kicking your own ass.” Jade winks again. “I mean, seriously, Annabelle, people already kick your ass for a living.”

“Ok, you got me there!” Marie exclaims with a slight chuckle. “Still, I think it’s a little smarter if we use glasses rather than chug straight from the bottle.”

“Maybe for you, so get them if you want.” Jade retorts after taking another small sip.

The Phoenix nods her head in silent agreement before rising off of the sofa.  Jones walks across the living room and enters the kitchen.  A few moments later Marie re-emeerges in the living room, this time with two small glasses.  She carries them back over to the sofa and sits back down next to Melinda.  She hands one of the glasses to Melinda who stares at it quizzically.

“What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Quit being a smartass.” Marie snaps back, pouring herself a glass of wine in her glass.

Melinda sticks her tongue out at Marie.  Then she pours herself some Guinness into her glass.

“Seriously, Marie, what is up with you?  You’ve seemed so distant for the past several days.  What gives?”

Jones takes a sip of her wine and then shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know.”

“What does that mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like, Mel.  I don’t know.  I don’t know what to think about anything anymore.  I just know that what I have believed for almost my entire adult life is going down the shitter and…” her voice trails off.  Melinda motions to the wine glass.

“And drinking your sorrows away is gonna help?”

“It was your idea, Mel.”

“Hey, a little alcohol is fine.  But you also have to share your problems.  You have to be vocal and open.  They taught me that in prison.”

“I have talked.  I’ve talked a lot, actually.” Marie takes a sip of her wine. “Lot of good that did.”

“I’m not sure you’ve tried talking to me yet, babe.” Jade remarks with a knowing grin.

“You really want to do this?”

“Damn right.” Jade takes a sip of her Guinness.

“Fine.  Then tell me this, do you believe in right and wrong?”

“Uh, sure…” Melinda’s voice trails off as she thinks about her answer for a moment before nodding her head “...yeah, I guess.”

“Yeah, people say that they believe in right and wrong but I really believe in right and wrong.  And everything I have ever done has been because I thought it was the right thing to do.  Tell me, would most people try to steer their kidnapper back onto a path of righteousness, even if that kidnapper was their own sibling?”

“Probably not.” Melinda remarks, shaking her head.

“No, they’d cast them aside.  But I did, I ignored warnings from my own family but I helped Kim, because I thought it was right.”

“It was right.” Melinda assures her.

“Then there was the Ginger Hoax in UWA.  I let Kimberly take my place in all tag team matches, simply because I felt UWA was treating me unfairly.  Then I walked out on UWA altogether, without letting anyone know, without letting my agent at the time, Tabitha Silverstone know, all because I felt that the company had wronged me.  I signed a contract with SCW.  I did that not out of greed, but because I felt it was right.”

“Ok…”

“Now this crap with Katya and Dark Fantasy comes up.” Jones sighs and shakes her head. “I still felt wronged, I felt as if I deserved a world championship match back from my UWA days, not counting the blood and sweat and tears I poured into SCW, and yet I had not received a one on one title match.  Katya promised me fair treatment and an opportunity, so I fought for her, because I thought it was the right thing to do.”

“No one can fault you for doing what you think is right.” Jade takes a sip of her Guinness.

“But they manipulated me.  They used me, Mel.  And the worst thing about it, other than the fact that I fell for it so damn easily, is the fact that my sister Kim tried to warn me, and I didn’t listen.” Jones shakes her head out of frustration. “How could I let that happen?”

“Do you want me to be brutally honest with ya, babe?”

“Sure.” Marie answers. “I’ll take any answers at this point because I’m out of them.”

“Annabelle, your problem is that you are too black and white on everything.  You said it yourself, you believe in right and wrong.  And yeah, everyone believes in right and wrong, but what you don’t realize is that there are shades of gray as well.  Not everything is as black and white as you think they are, babe.”

“I find that hard to believe.” Marie answers back. “Right is right and wrong is wrong.”

“Really?” Jade smirks knowingly. “Let me tell you about a friend of mine from prison.  Her name was Rosita.  We all called her Rose.  Rose was a nice lady from Ecuador but when she came to America, the chick knew jack about the English language.  She knew jack about the culture.  She was dropped off here knowing nothing.”

“Did she come here legally?” Marie asks, arching her brow.

“What do you think?  Does it matter, anyway?  She had nothing going for her in Ecuador.  She heard about a little something called the American Dream and thought she could make a go of it here.  That’s all she wanted.  An opportunity, a fair chance.  Sound familiar, babe?”

“Yeah..” Marie nods her head, her voice trails off as she realizes where this is going.

“Rose was eager to please and eager to use this American Dream to her advantage.  Maybe too eager.  Made some rather suspicious new friends who told her that she needed to take this backpack just a few blocks down the road.  Rose was too trusting and never thought to look in the damn thing.  You know what was inside?”

“Drugs, I assume.”

“Bingo.  Lots of the shit.  Police caught her on the first time and they threw the damn book at her.  Thrown in prison for trafficking drugs and she’s gonna be thrown out of the country as soon as she’s served her time.”

“Wow...that’s…” Marie cannot finish her sentence.  She isn’t quite sure what to say.

“Tell me this, what happened to her, was that right or was that wrong?”

“It was wrong.” Marie answers definitively.

“Why was it wrong?  C’mon, Marie, she broke a law.  She committed a crime.  Drug trafficking is a crime.”

“But she had no idea what she was doing.”

“Ah and therein lies the rub.” Melinda answers with a grin. “See, I will grant that in many instances there is a clear right and clear wrong but there are times that circumstances and situations create shades of gray.”

She reaches out and places a hand on Marie’s shoulder. “You may have deserved that World Championship match but by doing what you did, working alongside Katya and Dark Fantasy to create chaos in the company, that damn sure keeps you out of heaven.  Granted you may not be burning in hell either.  Not sure what side you’d be, to be perfectly frank.”

“It’s just one of those shades of gray.” Marie answers back.

“Exactly.  You’re kinda like my pal Rose.  Sure, you committed a crime, but were you a devil about it?  Nah…”

“All of my friends on the SCW roster seem to think so.” Marie sighs as she takes another sip of wine. “Former friends, I guess.”

Marie sets her wine glass down and stares deep into Jade’s eyes. “That’s another thing I worry about.  I know earning back the trust of your friends, family, and fans is possible.  I did it before after the Ginger Hoax.  But after that long, tough road towards redemption I threw it all away and for what?  A world championship match?”

Jones chuckles. “And a wasted title match at that, considering Dark Fantasy screwed me over.  Now I’ve burned so many bridges.”

“See, this is something I know a little about.” Jade moves in closer towards her friend. “When I got out of prison, I knew it would be hard as hell to get any employer to trust me enough to take a chance on giving me, a convicted felon, a job.  Companies don’t want to give convicts a chance and yet society preaches about how we need to get jobs as part of our reintroduction to society.  Makes perfect sense right?  And the sad thing is, so many inmates don’t have a support system when they get out.  I was lucky and I had you and your wonderful family.”

Jade pats Marie on the chest. “And you have plenty of people who believe in you and are giving you a chance.  Not just your family, but people like Dawn Lohan...Aphrodite Noel...James Evans ...need I go on?”

“Yes,” Marie nods her head with a grin on her face “because I don’t think you can name anyone else.”

Jade again sticks her tongue out at Marie. “Point is, Annabelle, that yeah, it’s gonna be tough to rebuild those bridges and repair those relationships, but it is not impossible.  Shit, even Sasha is giving you a chance, and you were just fighting against her on her sister’s side with Dark Fantasy.”

Marie nods her head.  She has to admit, Sasha is being more than just fair towards her.  Marie had fought against her in Tactical Warfare and came up short.  Yet when Sasha gained control she was not vindictive.  In fact, Sasha had given her a shot at the SCW Television Championship.  One could argue it’s because Marie and her sister Kimberly were jumped backstage on Breakdown by the Television Champion, Ruby Amarant, and that this was just a chance at revenge.  But still, she didn't have to make it for the title.  Yet the title is on the line.  In Marie’s eyes, this is her chance to prove herself.

“You’re right, Mel.  I’m getting more than just my fair shake considering what I did.  This is a real opportunity.”

“Yeah, a REAL opportunity,” Jade places emphasis upon the word ‘real’, “unlike those false promises made by Katya and crew.  But you know what’s most important here?”

“What?”

“You’re growing.”

How so?” Marie asks inquisitively.

“You realize that the world isn’t all black and white.  You realize that things are not as absolute as you once thought.  Hey, it may not be all relative as some hippies may think but shades of gray do exist.  Y’know?”

“Yeah, for the first time ever I think I do.” Marie sighs and shakes her head. “It’s something my mom has been trying to drill through my thick skull all my life and I never once bothered to listen to her.”

“But you listen to the convict.” Melinda snickers. “It’s ok, Annabelle.  You can easily make this right.  Just talk to her.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me.” Melinda’s voice grows more serious. “I don’t have my parents, they don’t give a crap about me.  Your mom and your family still love you.  You already told me how you regret burning the bridges in SCW, your friendships.  Don’t burn this bridge with your family.  Talk to your mom.”

==========

April 7th, 2019

Boston, Massachusetts

Off Camera

==========

Soft music can be heard playing in the background in a small cafe just within the city limits of Boston, Massachusetts.  The upbeat tunes come from a radio that sits upon the counter.  It is a tiny, low key cafe near the Catholic Church that the Jones family have called home all their lives.  This is the same cafe Angelica Jones, the matriarch of the Jones family, discovered during her days as a nun.  She and Sister Maria would visit this place every morning for coffee, a small meal, and conversation before beginning their daily routine.  To this day Angelica and Sister Maria have continued to visit one another at this cafe.  Just like many small cafes, it serves as a place where one can go to just talk, get things off their chest.

The tiny café huddled despondent among the huge city buildings. Washed out under the overcast sky, it hunched in itself. Hundreds of people rushed by it, outside on the crowded street. The half a dozen customers glanced up as the door swung open, heralded by a blast of cold wind. Unlike the outside, the interior of the café was warm and cheery, with bright lights and colourful walls. The customers returned to their conversations as the door swung closed behind the new entrant and the cold breeze was forgotten.

It wasn’t much, but Angelica always loved it for the peace and quiet that it provided.  She loved it for the opportunity it provided to open up with your loved ones about the problems of the day. Thus when her oldest daughter, Marie Jones, wanted to have a conversation, their first REAL conversation since the tense war that was Tactical Warfare, Angelica knew that this was the place to go.

Mother and daughter sit in a booth near the back of the cafe.  Both have cups of coffee in front of them, Angelica’s is black while Marie’s is doctored with plenty of cream and sugar.  The Phoenix, as yesterday, seems to be a little distant.

“So, how’s your coffee?” Angelica asks, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Wouldn’t know.” Marie states with a sigh. “Haven’t had any yet.”

“Right.” Angelica sighs, setting her cup of coffee down on the table. “Are you going to drink any?”

“Don’t know.”

“Are we going to talk at all?” Angelica asks. “I mean, we’ve been here for a while now.  Sitting here in silence.”

“Always straight to the point, aren’t you mom?” Marie asks looking up at her mother with a stoic glare.

“You’re the one who wanted this.  Not me.” Angelica states defiantly. “And you’re the one who threw your lot in with a bunch of sleazebags.  You sided with garbage and for what?  Fair play?  An opportunity?”

“Yes.” Marie answers, taking a sip of her coffee. “That’s what I thought I wanted.  That’s what I thought I was getting.  Was I wrong for wanting fair play?”

“No.” Angelica shakes her head. “But I don’t believe for one second that you really wanted fair play in SCW.”

The Phoenix is about to snap back at her but stops when a server comes by with more coffee.  She pours some in Angelica’s cup.  She offers some to  Marie but The Phoenix declines with a shake of her head.  The server walks off and then The Matriarch of the Jones family speaks up.

“I’ve been treating you with kid gloves, Marie.  I swore a long time ago I’d be tougher on you but I still haven’t.  That’s my fault.  I blamed myself for mistakes I made raising you and as a consequence I never did try to steer you in the right direction in recent years.  The moment you decided to side with Katya, I should’ve stepped in and told you the truth.

“And what is the truth, mother?” Marie asks demandingly.

“You didn’t care about fair play.  Otherwise you would’ve been petitioning for people like Kennedy Street to get her world title shot first.  She was a former champion, after all, who hadn’t received her rematch.  All you cared about was yourself and your world title match.  You wanted the world championship and you wanted it by any means necessary.  In that sense, you weren’t much better than Syren.”

The tension between mother and daughter rises as Marie stares angrily at her mother.  She is shocked, in a way, that her mother said this to her.  Finally the younger Jones relaxes.  The tension seems to slip away as Marie picks up her own cup of coffee and takes a sip.

“I guess…” her voice trails off for a moment, unsure if she wants to finish her thought “...I guess you’re right, mom.”

“There’s a start.”

“I was World champion, mom.  World Champion in UWA but World Champion nevertheless.  I was on top of the world.  Then the moment I lose it, it’s like the company immediately forgot all about me.  They forgot I even existed.” Marie sighs as she takes another sip of coffee. “And that feeling of being world champion…”

“It was an addictive feeling, wasn’t it?”

“Oh yeah.” Marie nods her head.

“I know the feeling.  I’ve been a recognized world champion thirteen times.  It’s been nearly five years since my last reign.  I think about that all the time, Marie.  That feeling you have, that desire, it’s normal.” Angelica snickers. “You wouldn’t be a daughter of mine if you weren’t competitive and driven to be the best.”

The mother’s face grows more serious as the smile fades. “But a daughter of mine doesn’t need to side with garbage like Syren, Ravyn, and Katya.”

“I know that now.  They were manipulating me the whole time.  And I bought into it, all because I wanted a world title match.” Marie laughs lightly. “Hey, I did get that title match out of the deal!”

“Two of them, but only one came from Katya.  The first came from the fans, the people who believed in you.  The people you turned your back on.”

“I know.” Marie lowers her head in shame. “They’ll forgive me, eventually.  Wrestling fans are notoriously forgiving.  But my friends…”

Marie sighs as she takes a sip of coffee “...former friends, I guess.  Friends in SCW, do you think they’ll forgive me?”

“Don’t let that question get to you.  Don’t think about that too much, Marie.” Angelica shakes her head. “Just do your thing, be the good person I know you are capable of being, and eventually they’ll give you a second chance.”

“You really think so?” Marie asks, looking up with a sense of hope in her voice and on her face.

“Yes.” Angelica nods her head. “But it will take time.  Burning those bridges is easy.  Rebuilding them is damn near impossible.”

“But not impossible.” Marie states definitively. “I have my priorities straight and I know what my goals are.  My goal is redemption…” Marie grins from ear to ear “...with all due respect.”

==========

On Camera

==========

It’s been said that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results each time.  Some call my sister the crazy member of Twin Magic but recent events make me question my own sanity.  After all, for months on end now I’ve been played for a fool.  I’ve been manipulated and used by the likes of Katya and Dark Fantasy.  All for what?  The promises of a world championship?

We see how that turned out for me.  These are the same people who orchestrated massive hit and run plot, framing Kennedy Street in the process, all to get Syren a World Championship Match.  These are the same people who got inside the head of Mr. D’s daughter and corrupted and twisted her.

Yet I was supposed to believe they would be honest towards me, that they would give me everything I ever wanted gift wrapped with a nice little bow on it?  I was supposed to believe I was going to get a fair opportunity at the World Championship?

No, the FANS gave me the fair opportunity at the world championship at the End of the Year Special.  And I turned on them for the promises of Syren, Ravyn, and Katya.  My own sister Kimberly saw through them but I wouldn’t even listen to her.

Maybe I am insane.  Hell, maybe we all are a little insane.  But the difference between me and other supposedly insane people is that I do not repeat my mistakes.  I learn from my mistakes and grow stronger because of them.  That’s why Katya is suddenly pissed off with me.  It isn’t because she lost Tactical Warfare.  Not my fault her two prize fighters, Ravyn and Syren...or Pinky and the Brain as Kim likes to call them...couldn’t get the job done when the chips were down.  Not my fault they dropped the ball and failed to deliver when it counted the most.

She had to know she was beaten.  Ultimately she’s pissed at me because she lost one of her puppets.  That’s right, this puppet cut her damn strings and has gone rogue and Katya can’t stand it.

So what do you do, huh?  Send your pals after me and Kim?

You keep making mistakes Katya.  Your first mistake was trusting Dark Fantasy to get the job done in Tactical Warfare.  Your second mistake was betraying Kim and me.  Your third mistake was sending children to do a grown up’s job.

Sure, your “children” ambushed us on Breakdown and fired the first shots, but guess what?  Kimberly and I got back up.  Kimberly marched into the next Breakdown and kicked Scarlet’s ass just as she said she would.

And that leaves Ruby all to me.

Ruby Amarant, the better half of The Red Empire, the member who has actually accomplished something whereas Scarlet has been busy playing lapdog to Dark Fantasy.  Hell, you’ve been quite the lapdog and stooge yourself, Ruby.  Katya says jump and you want to know how high.  I’m beginning to wonder if you even have any independent thoughts of your own.

But at least it got you the Television Championship, right?  Consolation prize for your ass kissing.

Here’s a newsflash, Ruby, and listen closely you sorry excuse for an ass kissing stooge, because you just might learn something.  I was a former SCW Television Champion.  I held that championship proudly and defended it proudly.  I was happy to represent SCW with that championship.  I even got to walk into a pay per view with it.  Last year at Retribution I fought an SCW legend in Donovan Kayl.  We tore the house down and at the end of it all, I escaped with a win.  I did all of that as SCW Television Champion.

Too bad you won’t get to walk into Tabula Rasa as SCW Television Champion.  You still have one title defense before Tabula Rasa and that defense is against me.  You may think you got a gift from heaven above thanks to your association with Katya but I’m going to kick your ignorant little ass and take the championship away from you.  You want to know why?

Because I can.

I have fought the best this company has to offer and I fought them to a standstill.  I was United States Champion and defeated Regan Street and Tyler Tucker at Taking Hold of the Flame to retain the title.  Yeah, THAT Regan Street.  She may not think much of me right now but as a competitor I respect the hell out of her.

But you don’t respect anything, Ruby.  You don’t respect anything or anyone.  You and the rest of your gang of thugs are like a den of vipers.  You’re all snakes, ready to strike anyone, even each other if you have to.  What do you think happens when Katya and Dark Fantasy realize that you are no longer of use to them?

You’ll be cast aside.  Like they tried to cast my sister aside.  But unlike you snakes, I have loyalty; loyalty to my sister.  Loyalty to my family.

So you’d better bust your ass preparing for this title defense.  For your sake you’d better fight like hell and hope that by some miracle you escape with the title.  Because know this, Ruby; once I take that championship away from you, your usefulness to them will be gone.  You’ll be reduced to just another stooge.

Larry, Moe, or Curly?  Take your pick, bitch.

I regret choosing the side of Katya and Dark Fantasy.  It’s a choice I can’t take back but one I will fight like hell to make right.  And if that means starting with bottom feeders like you then so be it.  I’ll gladly take your precious gold in the process.  And I’ll make you regret your continued support of Katya.

Her and her filth lost, Ruby.  She’s done.  Do you honestly believe supporting her will get you anywhere?  Supporting her will get you nothing but my foot up your ass.  Supporting her will cost you the SCW Television Championship because I swear to everything that is holy that you will not leave with that title.  I’m bringing it home.  And you?  You leave empty handed.  You leave burned to a crisp, courtesy of The Phoenix.