Saturday, September 9, 2017

Trouble In Paradise



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Breakdown
August 30th, 2017
On Camera
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Tina gets to the top rope and Marie slowly turns and gets up. Tina dives off going for a knee strike, but Marie moves out of the way. Tina lands on her feet and Marie jumps up and hits a neckbreaker. She turns and hooks the leg.

1!

2!

Tina kicks out. She turns and starts to get up and Marie grabs her and hits a European uppercut and then another one. She whips Tina into the corner. Tina hits hard and Marie runs after and grabs her and then goes for a roll-up. She gets Tina over, but Tina pushes back and rolls through further.

1!

2!

3!

The crowd roars as Marie kicks out just after three and looks up stunned. Tina falls back to the ropes. The bell sounds.

“Here is your winner, via pinfall, Tina Valentine!’

Marie looks around stunned as Tina has her arm raised.  Marie sighs and shakes her head with a sense of disappointment as she realizes that this may be her last chance to get back into championship contention.  She could have delivered decisively in this Adrenaline Championship tournament but she failed to give it her best and she lost to Tina Valentine.  Now she’s out of luck and possibly out of opportunities.

Jones rolls out of the ring and turns to head back up the ramp, walking away from the ring to leave Tina to celebrate by herself.

Some fans want to speak with her, to get a handshake or a high five.  At this point many wrestlers would not want anything to do with the public; not so with Marie.  The beautiful Boston native doesn’t ignore the fans.  They are the reason she is able to do this job that she loves so much.  She stops along the way up the ramp to slap a few hands and thank a few of them for their support…for what it’s worth…

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Breakdown
August 30th, 2017
Off Camera
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Marie finally steps back through the curtain and walks through the ready area that leads to the backstage area as she walks the hall, searching for her dressing room.  She needs to be alone right now and think about where she goes from here…

…it is a difficult question to consider.  Marie had two opportunities to regain the SCW United States Championship since losing it to Jinn in Puerto Rico on Supreme Saturday.  Now tonight, despite failing twice to regain the United States Championship, she was chosen to be a part of this tournament to crown a new SCW Adrenaline Champion but once again she failed to deliver on her opportunity.

Not to take away from Tina Valentine.  She is a great competitor and even if Marie had been at the top of her game, Tina may still have won, but Marie realizes she was not at her best.  She was not competing as good as she could have.  She only put on a half-assed performance and she got the result she deserved…

….a big fat loss.

Jones figures that it’ll be a long time before she gets another opportunity like the one she had tonight.  Oh well.  No use worrying about that right now.  That’s a concern for another day.  She finally spots her dressing room up ahead.  Time to get changed out of her wrestling gear and leave.  There’s no need for her stick around anyway…

…but then her entire world goes black.

“Guess who!”

Someone just blinded her by covering up her eyes.  Even if it wasn’t for the voice that she clearly recognizes, it wouldn’t be difficult to figure out that this individual who is playing games with her tonight is none other than…

“Kimberly!” Marie snaps back angrily. “Get your hands off me!”

“Only if you ask nicely!”

“Fine,” Marie sighs “PLEASE get your damn hands off me!”

Kimberly snickers as she removes her hands.  Marie turns around to face her identical twin sister Kimberly Williams.  It is almost like looking into a mirror, except for the fact that Kimberly is NOT in wrestling gear.  Instead she is wearing torn jeans, flip flops, and a t-shirt which reads ‘I Groped Mr. D’.

“See?” Kimberly begins. “It wasn’t that hard to ask nicely.”

“Kimberly, I…” Marie pauses as she gets a look at her sister’s shirt “…where in the name of sanity did you get that shirt?”

“Trade secret.” Kimberly places a finger over her mouth as if to hush Marie. “But I am going to share.  I have one for you AND for my bestie Imogen.”

“Not a good idea, sis.” Marie says, shaking her head.

“What do you mean?” Kimberly asks incredulously. “These bad boys will sell like hot cakes!”

“Look, Kim, just listen,” Marie says, clearly exasperated “I know you and Imogen are friends and all, but I think that you…well, both of you are bad influences on the other.”

“Yeah, aint it great?” Kimberly smirks. “Tonight I let Imo’s pet Iguana sample some beer.”

Marie frowns. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Maybe I am…maybe I’m not…”

“You’d better be kidding, Kim.” Marie retorts, sighing and shaking her head.  “Look, you may not ‘work’ here officially, but you are my twin sister and what you do reflects upon me…”

She points at the shirt “…and you wearing THAT will not endear yourself to my boss, so please take it off.”

“Sure,” Kimberly shrugs her shoulders “whatever you say.”

She starts to take the shirt off and a devilish grin spreads across her face. “But I warn you, I don’t have a bra on underneath…”

“WHAT?!” Marie quickly reaches over and stops Kim from taking the shirt off. “NO!”

“Huh?” Kimberly says snickering. “But I thought you said to take it off?”

“Going around topless is worse than wearing THAT…” Marie sighs with frustration.

“You really are indecisive today.” Kimberly says mockingly. “Maybe if you were more decisive you would’ve beaten old hood rat Tina today?”

“Not that, Kim. Not now.” Marie rolls her eyes.  She points to the dressing room. “Let’s just go.  I need to get changed out of this and leave.  I’m tired, exhausted, and I just want to go to the hotel.”

Kimberly again shrugs her shoulders as she watches her sister storm past her towards the dressing room.  Kimberly follows suit.  The sibling pair enters the dressing room and shut the door behind them.  Kimberly watches Marie lift up her gym bag and empty its contents onto the floor.  A maxi skirt, a pair of simple sandals, and a simple white blouse fall out onto the floor.  Kimberly watches as Marie pulls up a chair next to the pile of clothing and she sits down in the chair.  Marie then slumps over and buries her face in her hands.  Kim can sense something is off with her sister.  She approaches cautiously and places a gentle, comforting hand on her back.

“What’s wrong, Marie?”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me, babe.” Kim answers back.  Marie sighs and looks up at Kimberly with tears forming in her eyes.

“I busted my ass to try to win back the SCW United States Championship, Kim, only for my one on one rematch to end in a double count out?” Marie shakes her head. “That was bullshit.  Then I failed yet again at Rise To Greatness.  I shouldn’t have had this opportunity here tonight to become Adrenaline Champion but I was given the chance anyway and what did I do?”

Marie shakes her head. “I put forward a half-assed performance and got my ass beat.  How many more opportunities do you think I’ll have now?  I fucked up, Kim.  Now I have to pay the consequences.”

Kimberly ponders this for a moment before nodding her head. “That may be true, you do have to pay the consequences for your actions, but I do think you’re looking at this entirely wrong.”

“What do you mean?”

“I remember someone once said…and I’m paraphrasing here…that as great as it is to hold a championship, ultimately that isn’t what this business boils down to.  It’s about putting on a hell of a show for the great idiots…”

“Fans…” Marie says, correcting Kim with a nasty scowl.

“Right, idiots…fans…whatever.” Kimberly smirks. “First and foremost, this is about putting on a hell of a show for the fans.  Championships are great but are secondary.  You know who told me that?”

Kimberly taps Marie on her nose. “You did, sweetie.”

“Kimberly, you…” Marie’s voice trails off as she shakes her head and wipes some of the tears from her face “…you’re right, I know.  But it’s so hard to accept.”

“I get it, babe.  I really do.” Kimberly says, nodding her head. “But just think about how tonight, even if though you lost, you got to perform for your fans.  Even though you lost at Rise To Greatness, you got to perform on the big stage and you put on a hell of a performance even in defeat.  Those idiots…”

“Fans…” Marie says, again correcting Kimberly.

“Right, fans; they appreciate you, babe.  Win or lose, they appreciate you.  That’s gotta count for something, right?”

“You know what, Kim?” Marie stands up. “You are absolutely right.  It does count for a great deal.  My fans have followed me throughout my career, through the ups and the downs, when I’ve had my highest of highs and the lowest of lows.  Never once did they falter or leave me.  And that does mean a lot.”

Marie leans in and embraces Kimberly in a tight hug. “Thanks, Kim.  I needed that.”

“Don’t mention it.” Kim says, grinning from ear to ear. “Seriously, don’t mention it.  I don’t want people to think I’m a softie or any shit like that.”

“Don’t worry,” Marie says chuckling “your secret is safe with me.”

“Now I know you’re feeling kinda icky right now, and I know  you said you wanted to go back to the hotel, but why not let yours truly take you out for some late night fun to pick your spirits up?”

“Uh, I don’t know,” Marie says hesitantly “I mean, Author is expecting me…”

“Oh come on, babe,” Kim insists “your boy toy will be there when you get back.”

Kim grins knowingly. “I think we both could use some sisterly bonding.”

“I, uh,” Marie thinks about her sister’s offer for a little longer before finally nodding her head “alright, yeah, I probably could use some downtime to just relax.”

“Exactly!” Kimberly declares victoriously. “There will plenty of time to prepare for whatever SCW has planned for you next; you need this right now.”

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Early Morning The Next Day
Off Camera
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It’s two o’clock in the morning and this hotel in Charlotte, North Carolina is quiet and lifeless, due to the fact that everyone spending time here are already asleep in their rooms.  The lobby of this hotel is quite exquisite.  The floor was tiled in fine marble, which made every step echo. A chandelier made rainbow colors dance across the luxurious lobby. Embroidered silk sofas surrounded a large, flat-screen television. The twin doors that led into the lobby were a pristine white with golden handles. The desk was made of amber-colored wood and a green granite top. Exquisite paintings hung from the rich, red walls. Even the door hinges were engraved with swirls and elegant designs. Music played in the background, even though the only person around to hear it is the attendant at the desk.  The music is soft, the colors gentle to the eye and the large dining room, while it may be empty, is ready for the morning breakfast.

The silence of this early morning is broken when the two giggling siblings Marie Jones and Kimberly Williams come walking into the hotel lobby…

“I am so glad you talked me into going out, sis!” Marie exclaims happily, carrying her gym bag which no doubt contains her wrestling gear. “This was awesome!”

“Told you it would be.” Kimberly winks. “I know how to have a good time.”

“I have to admit, I was nervous about what you had in mind.” Marie admits with a sigh of relief.

“Did you think we were going to go to some seedy dive, get into a brawl, get arrested, spend the night in jail, some shit like that?”

“In a word…” Marie’s voice trails off as a grin forms on her face “…yes!”

Kim snickers. “Yeah, that was the old Kim.  And hell, if it were just me, I might still do some of that.  But I’m trying to be a better person and I am definitely not going to get you into any trouble.”

“Trying to be a better person?” Marie places a hand on her sister’s shoulder. “You ARE a better person.  You really helped me back there at the arena after Breakdown.  And tonight you really showed me a great time and picked up my spirits.”

“I guess we can have a good time in slightly higher-class establishments than where I typically go.” Kimberly responds with a grin.

Marie Jones and her twin sister turn and head away and over towards the elevators.  As soon as they get to the elevator doors Marie presses the button calling for the elevator and the door opens.  Marie and Kimberly enter the elevator and then Marie presses the button for the elevator to go up.  The door closes and the elevator begins to rise.  Kim and Marie are giggling the entire way as the elevator rises up.  As soon as it reaches the second floor it comes to a slow stop.  The doors open and the sisters exit the elevator.  They turn and begin to head down the hall.

“Do you even know your next match, sis?”

“No,” Marie says, shaking her head “I’m trying not to think about it, to be honest.  Apocalypse is next, a pay per view, and my recent string of disappointing performances may end up leaving me off the card.”

“Maybe, maybe not, but remember what I said,” Kimberly says with a warm smile “it isn’t about any of that shit.  It’s about your idiot fans.”

“Fans, Kim.” Marie says scoldingly. “Just fans, not idiots.”

“Whatever you say, babe.”

They come to two hotel room doors, side by side, and they stop.  Presumably this must be their respective rooms.  Kim motions to hers.

“I guess I’ll be going inside…” a knowing grin forms across her face “…unless you want to switch for the night?”

“Not a chance, Kim.” Marie says, shaking her head. “You are NOT getting anywhere near my husband.”

“Darn, well it was worth a try.”

Marie leans in and embraces her twin sister one more time. “Thanks again, Kim.  I mean it.  You helped out a great deal.”

“Anytime.”

With that, Kimberly places her keycard into the slot of her door, it unlocks, and she enters her room, shutting the door behind her.  Seeing Kim gone, Marie then takes her keycard and does the same, entering it into the door slot and then once she hears it unlock she pushes the door open.  She steps inside and is surprised to find the lights on.  As late as it is she expected Author to be asleep already but she finds him sitting up in the chair by the window.  He is dressed in denim jeans and a plain black shirt.

“Author?” Marie asks inquisitively as she sets her gym bag down. “I thought you would’ve been asleep already.”

“I thought you would’ve been home a long time ago.” Author remarks coldly, stoically.

“Yeah, sorry for not calling, sweetheart, but I was in a real bad place after Breakdown.  You were watching, weren’t you?”

“Yeah, I watched.” Author remarks, nodding his head.

“I didn’t deserve that spot in the Adrenaline Championship Tournament but I got the opportunity anyway, then to squander it the way I did and lose to Tina Valentine, I felt as if I was right back in the bottom of the barrel.  But thankfully Kimberly, she…”

Marie is cut off when Author immediately stands up. The mere mentioning of Kimberly’s name seems to set him off.

“Kimberly!  Again?!” His voice is raised ever so slightly. “What did she do this time?!”

“Nothing.” Marie says, shaking her head. “In fact, she did me a world of good by talking me out of that dark place.  And she took me out afterwards to show me a good time, to lift my spirits.  That’s all.”

“That’s all?” Author asks skeptically.

“That’s all.”

“Yeah, right…” Author’s voice trails off as he shakes his head “…look, Marie, I know she’s your blood, she’s your sister, and because of that I’ve tried to remain supportive of you, but I have been silent for too damn long.”

Marie frowns. “What do you mean?”

“You made a great deal over nature versus nurture regarding your sister.  And who knows?  Maybe if she had been raised like a normal human being she wouldn’t be the way she is, but the fact is that she was raised in complete isolation for eighteen years by a sociopath.  I don’t care how much therapy she receives from the best psychiatric doctors in the world, nothing will fix her brain.”

“But she sought out treatment herself!” Marie exclaims, defending her sister. “She checked herself into a mental institution to get herself help!”

“It doesn’t matter.” Author remarks, shaking his head. “Deep down inside she is still a monster and you brought that monster into our household by agreeing to be her legal guardian.”

“So that’s what you’re pissed off about?!” Marie asks incredulously. “You’re angry that I want to help my family?  Damn it, Author, you should know by now that I care deeply about my family!”

“You say that, but am I not your family also?”

Marie blinks curiously. “What are you saying, Author?  What are you implying?!”

“What I’m saying is that this isn’t the first time you’ve pulled crap like this, Marie.  Again, just like with your sister I’ve remained silent, but I can’t keep silent any longer. You come back to the hotel at late hours, long after Breakdown has ended.  And I can’t have meaningful conversations about this or any other issue that concerns me because YOU are so damn focused on wrestling.”

“Wrestling is my life!” Marie snaps back with tears forming in her eyes. “It’s what I do!”

“That’s the problem, because you can’t have both me and wrestling as your life.”

Marie’s eyes grow wide with shock. “Are you suggesting…”

“I have played second fiddle to wrestling and to your crazy sister for too damn long.  The fans get The Phoenix, The Crown Jewel of Professional Wrestling, and they get her all of the time, but I just want my wife.  I want Marie Pond.  I would even like children of my own.  But do you think I’m going to get that while you’re competing?” He shakes his head. “Not a chance in hell, you wouldn’t want pregnancy to get in the way of your precious career.”

Author starts to walk past Marie.  She reaches out and grabs him by the arm. “Wait!  Where are you going?!”

“Leaving.” He responds stoically. “It is clear you’re married to wrestling, not me, so I’ll leave you two alone.”

He pulls away from her and again starts to walk away. “Author, wait! Don’t go!”

He stops and turns to face her one last time. “Look, I’m tired of this wrestling nonsense getting in the way of our marriage.  I want my wife.  And I’m genuinely fearful for my safety so long as your crazy sister is in our lives.  Are you prepared to be the wife I want and ditch Kimberly?”

“I…Author, I just…” Marie looks to her left, at the wall, a wall which separates their hotel room from Kimberly’s, then she looks back at Author “…I can’t.”

“Then goodbye.” He turns and starts to walk away. “Call me when you’re ready to be the wife I want.”

With that Author opens the door and steps out, slamming it shut behind him.  Marie drops to her knees and starts crying uncontrollably.  Her crying is so loud she doesn’t even notice the door that connects her room to Kimberly’s opening.  Kimberly enters the room and kneels down next to her twin sister.   Marie looks up with some surprise seeing her sister there.

“Kim, where…” she looks over at the open door and then back at Kim “…how much of that did you hear?”

“You guys were pretty loud.” Kimberly remarks. “I heard all of it.”

Kimberly and Marie embrace in a tight sisterly hug as they try to comfort one another, even Kimberly needs comforting, as tears roll down her cheek. “Yeah, I heard all of it.”



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On Camera
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It hasn’t been too long since I lost to Tina Valentine in the opening round of the SCW Adrenaline Championship Tournament, but I have still had plenty of time to reminisce, to think about what has been going on lately with The Phoenix.

Ever since Puerto Rico, ever since I lost the United States Championship, I have been granted many opportunities.  I have been granted two opportunities to regain the SCW United States Championship, one that ended in a double count out and another that ended up in my elimination from the four way match at Rise To Greatness.

And you know, I’m woman enough to admit when I’m beat and give credit where credit is due.  Take as many victory laps as you want, Regan, congratulations.  You earned it.

But then boy was I surprised when I learned that I would be a part of the Adrenaline Championship Tournament.  And you know, a great deal was made about opportunities being granted to undeserving people, and you know, maybe I didn’t deserve it, but I never asked for the opportunity.  I was told I would be competing against Tina Valentine and that’s what I did.  I went to Breakdown in Charlotte, North Carolina and I competed.

And I failed again.  Another opportunity that slipped through my fingers.

I could have moped in self-pity over another opportunity squandered, but as someone close to me reminded me, there is more to this great business than just decorating yourself with shiny gold belts.  This is about the great fans of SCW who pay good money to see wrestlers like me put on a hell of a show, and my fans in particular have been devoted to me for quite some time, standing by my side through the good times and the bad and those fans deserve the best from The Crown Jewel of Professional Wrestling.

This business is also about the spirit of competition.  I am a competitor and that has not changed.  Just as I said earlier, I was told I’d face Tina Valentine so I went and performed.  Now I’m told I’m competing against Brittany Lohan, Torsten Voigt, and Autumn Valentine in a triple threat match at the Apocalypse pay per view.

I don’t view this as a stepping stone of any sort to getting back to where I was once was, I’m not looking past this towards anything in the future because, let’s face it, I have no idea what the future holds now do I?  I am not getting handed anymore opportunities, because I do not want to be handed anything.  I will create my own opportunities by winning big matches against great athletes on big stages like the Apocalypse pay per view.

I am living in the here and the now and my here and now includes facing three tough competitors, three hungry athletes who all want the same thing…

…a win at Apocalypse.

We may have a different approach to the sport of combat, but Brittany, Autumn, Torsten and I all want the same thing.  We all want that thrill of competition but, more importantly, to be the one individual who wins in the end.

And ladies…and you too, Torsten…you are going to be in store for a real fight, a war, at Apocalypse, because I am bringing the Apocalypse, the hellfire, and the brimstone with me; because what I do, what I always do regardless of win or loss, I always bring my best, I always bring my A-Game, and just ask Brittany herself what that A-Game is like, because she’s experienced it before.

Hi there, Britt.  It’s been awhile, hasn’t it, since we’ve been in the ring?  We were allies and tag team champions as members of Hidden Desires in GDW, then we fought over the GDW World Championship, and you beat me that night.

Congratulations on that one, by the way.

We were IWC World Tag Team Champions when that company was still around.  That didn’t work out for us, because I got a little bigheaded, a little arrogant, and I kicked you to the curb.

We’ve had our ups and our downs, Britt, that’s for sure, and I have no clue what you think of me right now.  I’ve done my damndest to make amends for my past but you know, even though you are best friends with my mom, you may still hate my guts.  Who knows?

But one thing that I know for sure is that you respect me…and I respect you…because we know what the other is capable of.

Nothing against Torsten or Autumn, because any time I get to climb into a wrestling ring and compete is an honor and a privilege, but getting to renew my odd relationship with Brittany Lohan is definitely an honor and a privilege for me and I am looking forward to this contest at Apocalypse if for no other reason than that.

You mentioned on social media that you wanted me to pay attention, to see how it’s done?  Don’t worry, Britt, I always pay attention.  I always do my homework.  And despite how well we may know one another, I know that nothing about you is ever certain, just as you should realize that nothing about The Phoenix is ever certain.

Thus I issue the same challenge to Torsten and Autumn; do your homework.  Take notes.  Get ready because The Crown Jewel of Professional Wrestling is ready to put on a show and she’s going to do her damndest to get back to the winning side here in Supreme Championship Wrestling.  And while you do not know what I might bring to the table, you can be damn sure that I will bring my very best to Apocalypse and that I will either bring the very best out of each one of you…

…or you will fall flat on your face.

Anything can happen in our crazy sport, anything at any time, and in a four way, you never know who is going to win, but I’m going to do my best to put on a show for my fans and to create a new opportunity for myself by impressing the right people, opening some eyes, and making damn sure that Mr. D and SCW know that the flight of The Phoenix has not ended…

…it has just begun.

Friday, August 18, 2017

vs. Dirk Durrgan vs. Mya Denton




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Off Camera
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It’s a dusky out in the seemingly empty and abandoned streets of Boston, Massachusetts.  Actually, scratch that, it isn’t just “seemingly” empty and abandoned.  They ARE empty and abandoned.  It should trouble me that a city as big and busy as this, a city with such history attached to it would be abandoned of all humanity.  It is strange and eerie that not a single solitary human soul could be found within eyesight of this metropolis.

Yet I am not troubled.  I do not even find myself the least bit nervous as I walk the streets in a straight path towards some unknown destination.  It should also bother me that I do not know where it is I am going but, again, it does not bother me.  I just keep going.

And I keep going.

My name is Jessica Corey Lasiewicz-Jones.  My father is the wrestling legend Andreas Lasiewicz and my mother is the wrestling legend Angelica Jones.  I’ve gone by both last names at one time or another but most recently I’ve been using my maternal last name.  Despite my Polish heritage that I inherited from my father, I grew up in Boston.  I grew to have a great appreciation for Boston’s history, for this great city was the birthplace of freedom in the United States of America.

Freedom.  The mere sound of that word seems to jar something within me, something that seems to speak to me…

“Jessica!”

I stop as a very familiar voice rings out in my ear.  I turn to spy out of the corner of my eye a tiny bird cage, sitting on the ground, that comes up to about my knee.  Inside the cage is no bird but a miniature clone of myself.

“What on earth?!”

“Let me out!” The mini-me exclaims. “This isn’t right!  None of this is right!  Jessica!”

“No!” I shake my head vehemently. “No! Stop!”

“JESSICA!”

Suddenly I shoot straight up, my eyes opening wide as I look from side to side I realize that the cityscape and street view of Boston, Massachusetts is long gone.  I am in my hotel room in Detroit, Michigan.  I must’ve fallen asleep.

“Jessica!”



There’s that voice again.  Though I look over to the direction of the voice and I find not a miniature clone of myself but instead I find Summer Newman.

“Oh, Ms.Newman…” my voice trails off “…what are you doing here?”

“Forgetting something, Jessica?” She taps her wrist watch.  Immediately I turn and look at the clock on my nightstand and I sigh and shake my head.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Newman, I completely forgot about today…I know that Deliverance is just in a few days and this victory is very important to you and the purity movement.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She says smiling as she shakes her head. “It is just one time you forgot, and besides your opposition isn’t exactly spectacular.  Mya Denton…”

I chuckle as I nod my head. “This is true, but I am nervous about Dirk Durrgan.  He is an x-factor.  There is not much known about him so he could really impact this match.”

“Don’t worry about Dirk or Mya.” She responds as she approaches my bedside.  Immediately I get up out of bed and kneel before her. She places a hand on my shoulder. “You are The Archangel of Purity, are you not?”

“Yes, Ms. Newman.  I am The Archangel of Purity.”

“Then you will do the movement just fine and you will eradicate Dirk and Mya at Deliverance.”

“Thank you, Ms. Newman.”

“You may stand, Jessica.”  I do as I am told. I stand up and face her. “By the way, were you just up too late last night?  Why did you sleep so long?”

“My medicine, Ms. Newman.”

“Oh I see…” a strange look of concern comes across her face “…maybe you should cut back on that, Jessica?”

“If you say so, Ms. Newman.”



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On Camera
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“Never shall I forget that nocturnal silence which deprived me, for all eternity, of the desire to live.  Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to dust.”

That was a quote from Elie Wiesel in Night, a book about the Nazi Holocaust against the Jews, the Polish, and anyone else he deemed unworthy.  Many suffered because many others remained silent.

Silence is golden, or so they say.  In this case, and still today, many view silence as complicity or consent against the impurities of this society.

Silence is an important topic here because, with just days away from Deliverance, Mya Denton has still yet to utter a word about our match at Deliverance.

What’s wrong, sweetheart?  Cat got your tongue?  Are you afraid to admit the harsh truths and difficult realities that you know to be true; a reality that states that you are unworthy to be in the same wrestling ring as The Archangel of Purity?

I won’t go that far.  Many will say that, many have that said that.  I will not say that, Mya.  I just let my actions speak louder than my words and believe me, Mya, I will speak VERY loudly when I crush you under my heel at Deliverance.

Then there is the wild card, the one called Dirk Durrgan.  I still know very little about him, primarily because he has yet to respond to my latest volley.  Is he being strategically silent, in fear of giving away his strategy against me, so he just doesn’t say anything?

No, the way he seemed to talk, his voice, his mannerisms, he didn’t seem bright enough to come up with such a brilliant move.  So perhaps it is just merely fear itself?  Perhaps he realizes that what I speak is the gospel truth and that he truly has nothing to do about it, that he truly cannot combat me at Deliverance?  Maybe, just maybe, Durrgan realizes that in his MCW debut he will fall flat on his face.

I hate wild cards, I hate failures, and I really hate silence.  All of this describes Dirk Durggan and Mya Denton to a “T”…so allow me to speak to them both in the language of a warrior people, the language of a people who have survived every bit of hell that this planet could throw at them.  Allow me to speak to them in Polish…

Twoja destrukcja będzie moją ekstazą.

Your destruction will bring me great happiness and great joy, Mya and Dirk, because your silence, your refusal to step up and acknowledge me, your desire to hide from me because you are afraid…

…not that I can blame you for being afraid…

…but your silence deems you unworthy to be in my presence in my ring.  So all I have to say to you, is simply this…

…Dobranoc.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

vs. Dirk Durggan vs. Mya Denton




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Off Camera
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A long black limousine cruises down the highways on the outskirts of Detroit, Michigan.  Only the wealthiest and best, those who are used to living in the lap of luxury take this kind of transportation, and that individual is not MCW’s own Jessica Jones.  It is, however, Summer Newman, the wealthy businesswoman who happens to be Jessica’s associate within the professional wrestling group known as Pure Class.  Their relationship over the years has been a roller coaster.  They were tag team champions before they became enemies and recently they have reunited within Pure Class.  The odd thing is that now Summer has taken a more hands-on role in dealing with Jessica.  The two seem to be closer than ever, hanging out with one another much more frequently than they do the other Pure Class associates.  Why this is the case is anyone’s guess.

“So this is Detroit?” Summer says with a note of disgust in her voice as she looks out the window. “Drab, run down…”

“We’re not quite in Detroit yet, Ms. Newman,” Jessica says respectfully “but we are close.”

 “Ah, well, it has to get better than this.” Summer sighs and shakes her head. “I wish I was back in Palm Beach.”

The two women are in the back of the limousine.  Both dressed nicely to the “T”, as if they are going to a party.  In between them, in the cup holders, are two glasses of wine, one for Summer and one for Jessica.  Summer takes a sip of her wine as she continues to “enjoy” the scenery.

“Trust me, Ms. Newman, this will be worth it.”Jessica assures her. “Maybe not for the scenery, because I agree, this place is definitely far from being pure, but what better place than Detroit, an impure cesspool as it is, to spread the message of Purity and Class?”

Jessica reaches down and takes her glass of wine and takes a sip.  “And to think you’ll be there in the Joe Louis Arena, to support me as I take down Dirk Durggan and Mya Denton at Deliverance…all in the name of purity.”

“Yes, perhaps you’re right.” Summer says, smiling evilly. “Perhaps there is no better place to spread our message than a rotten cesspool like Detroit?  And you?”

She points a finger at Jessica. “As the Archangel of Purity you are our perfect weapon against such people as Durggan and Denton.”

Jessica frowns. “Do you even know them, Ms. Newman?”

“I don’t need to know them.” Summer retorts. “They’re not one of us, therefore they are impure, not classy, and need to be dealt with.  Understood?”

Jessica nods her head. “Yes, I understand Ms. Newman, apologies for questioning you.”

“No need to apologize,” Summer runs a hand through Jessica’s long red hair. “Just go out there and do what you do best.”

Jessica perks up and smirks knowingly. “Destroy them.”



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On Camera
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There is a great deal I could say about my position at Deliverance.  As my opponent at Deliverance rightly pointed out, I have fought and beaten the best MCW has to offer.  Jacob Laymon is challenging for the world championship and I made him tap out to the Four Card Trick.  Trinity Street is our current world champion and I defeated her, albeit in a tag team match.  The list goes on and on; hell, I could easily make a case that I belong in one of the championship matches at Deliverance, not in a triple threat against someone with potential and someone who never will be…

I represent Pure Class and it is neither pure nor classy to whine, bitch, and moan about everything under the sun, which tends to be the popular trend amongst oh so many professional athletes in our sport.  So I choose not to lower myself to that level.  Just as Pure Class always does, I will not only raise the bar but I was exceed expectations.  Instead of getting an opportunity by crying to General Manager Glory  Braddock, I will get my opportunity the old fashioned way…

…I will earn my opportunity at Deliverance when I show the world that I am still the biggest threat in this company to take any championship I so desire.

Mya Denton, you and I have both been in this incarnation of Motor City Wrestling since its inception, but you outlast me in terms of experience with this great company.  I came here to improve MCW, to save it from the typical chaos that usually runs rampant and to also brings a sense of Purity and Class to this otherwise sleazy attraction.  But you, I have to ask, what have you come here to do, Mya?

The best I can tell, you’re here to run the proverbial hamster wheel…or metaphorical treadmill…either way, you’re going nowhere fast, and you’re staying in the exact same spot with no real significant victories under your belt.

Does that sound harsh?  Perhaps it does, but it’s also the truth and sometimes the truth does hurt.  You may point to your victory over Priest on Mayhem but let’s be honest with ourselves, who hasn’t beaten Priest?  You’re not the first to beat Priest, you’re just a little late to the party.

I do wish you the best of luck, because it’s the classy and pure thing to do, but despite that, the fact remains that you are not in my league, Mya.  The best you can hope for is that the chaos that goes with the triple threat match will allow you to sneak in the back door and pull a rabbit out of your hat.

Not going to happen on my watch.

That leaves the wild card in this match, Dirk Durggan.  And when I say “wild card” I automatically think about game of poker, a game my father taught me how to play and he taught me very well.  I’d like to say he taught me quite well at the game and its variations, including five card draw, Texas Hold-Em, and others.  I can beat the best poker player around.  It doesn’t matter the variant.

What I don’t like about poker are when people want to include wild cards, because you just never what a wild card will do.  A wild card can be anything or do anything.  You can’t predict it and that’s why I hate wild cards.  Wild cards take the predictability out of the game and it takes away my usually masterful strategy.

You, Dirk, are a wild card because you are new to MCW and quite frankly no one knows what to expect of you, no one knows what you are capable of.  No one can predict what you will do at Deliverance.  I mean, once there is tape of you they can predict, but they won’t get any tape until after your match with Mya and me.

So I guess that makes us the test subjects.

I’m glad you can appreciate my greatness, Dirk, I’m glad you understand how good I am, because maybe you will get it whereas Mya Denton may not get it?  Maybe you will understand that whether or not you are the wild card, whether or not Mya and I are the test subjects here in your debut here in MCW, the fact remains that I will ruin your debut, I will spoil your party, and I will come out of Deliverance victorious…

…because wrestling, just like with poker, is a game you do not want to face me in.  And if you are brave enough to try, then by all means, come and place your bets…

…Dobranoc.