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Date
May 25th, 2014
Location
Arena Mexico, Mexico City
The scene opens in my locker room as I’m busy packing up my duffel bag, Asesinato De Mayo has just finished and I’m rather disappointed over my unfortunate loss to the Vapor Kings, however as always, I’m not going to let this loss get to me, I’ve got to stay focused on the future. Dressed in a pair of black leather high heeled boots, a pair of black leather skin tight trousers, a black Nightwish Imaginaerum T-shirt and a black leather jacket, I sling my duffel bag over my shoulder and make my way towards my locker room door when suddenly, I feel my cell phone in my pocket vibrate so I take it out of my pocket, I look at the caller ID and it’s an unknown number to me, however I answer it anyway.
Stacy
Hello?…I was Stacy Robinson, I’m recently divorced, it’s Jones now…WHAT?!?!...I’m in Mexico, but I’ll get the first flight I can back there…okay thank you for telling me…Goodbye…
I quickly leave my locker room to find Marina and Tayla outside waiting for me.
Marina
Stacy, what’s the rush? The flight to Ireland doesn’t leave for a good few hours yet…
Stacy
I won’t be getting the flight with you…
Tayla
What? Why?
Stacy
I just received an important phone call; I need to go back to New York…I will be back in Ireland for the next show though.
Marina
Do you need someone to go with you?
Stacy
No, I need to do this on my own, you guys go without me and I’ll see you in a few days okay…
Both Marina and Tayla nod as I quickly begin making my way towards the parking lot, I hope I’m not too late, I can’t lose him. I reach the parking lot and open the passenger side door of my black Mercedes-Benz SL-Class before throwing my duffel bag in and closing the door before I rush around to the driver’s side, I open the door and climb into the car, closing the door behind me and starting the engine and driving away as the scene fades.
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Date
May 26th, 2014
Location
New York Downtown Hospital, New York City
The scene re-opens as I burst through the front doors of the hospital, it’s the early hours of the morning and I’m exhausted but I have bigger things on my mind than getting some sleep. I approach the reception desk, the receptionist a young Hispanic woman with black hair and dark brown eyes.
Receptionist
Can I help you ma’am?
Stacy
Yes, my brother was admitted here a few hours ago, his name is Paul Jones; one of the doctors from here contacted me about it…
Suddenly I hear footsteps behind me and I turn around to see a middle-aged man with short blonde hair wearing a white doctor’s coat.
Doctor
Miss Jones? I’m Doctor James Kent; we spoke on the phone…
He outstretches his hand for a handshake, which I accept before he motions to one of the waiting chairs.
Doctor Kent
Please, take a seat…
I sit down and he sits down beside me, the look on his face says it all and I know what’s coming, I try and hold back the tears but I can’t, he was the only family I had left.
Doctor Kent
I’m afraid your brother Paul didn’t make it, he came in after he was found collapsed in his apartment by his landlord, beside him was an empty syringe and we found markings on his arm that suggests drug use, did you know he was on drugs?
I wipe away the tears from my cheeks and manage to respond.
Stacy
He was on drugs, but he managed to get clean, and then he got kidnapped and forced to inject himself with heroin, thus getting addicted again…
Doctor Kent
I’m very sorry for your loss, is there anyone we can get in touch with for you?
I shake my head, continuing to wipe away the tears.
Stacy
No, he was the only family I had left, and I won’t be staying long, I’m a wrestler and I need to get to Ireland for the next show.
Doctor Kent
Okay, well if there is anything I can do for you, just say the word…
Stacy
Thanks Doc…
Doctor Kent then gets to his feet and disappears to go and see to other patients, leaving me sat there as the realization of my brother’s sudden death hit’s me hard and I begin to cry as the scene fades.
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Date
May 30th, 2014
Location
Backstage at the Odyssey Arena in Belfast, Ireland
The scene re-opens as I am sitting here in my locker room dressed in a black and red leather bra, a pair of black and red skin tight leather trousers, a pair of black fingerless leather gloves and a pair of black wrestling boots. My arms resting on my thighs, I’m looking down at the floor, my long black hair covering my face as I slowly look up to the camera, a look of sheer rage mixed with sadness on my face.
Stacy
This Sunday on Slam, I find myself teaming up with two big names here in the WCF, Jeff Purse and Johnny Reb. Our opponents are The Seraphim, consisting of Seifer and Chelsea Black Armstrong, and Waylon Cash, three quarters of S-PAC…
I brush my hair away from my face with both hands.
Stacy
Waylon Cash, I’ll start with you, because well, you’re clearly the biggest fool out of the three of you, because of the fact that you underestimate me. Really? You’re fucking underestimating me? The same woman who managed to battle you all on my fucking own and I’m still fucking standing! The same woman who made your so called greatest new protégé, Chelsea Black Armstrong bleed like the bitch that she is! The same woman who defeated your buddy John Gable in a tag team match two weeks ago! The same woman who defeated Benjamin Atreyu, who hasn’t been seen since I fucking beat him! And you’re underestimating me? You’re so fucking pathetic Waylon…but with that said…the more you underestimate me, the higher my chance is of proving you wrong by kicking your fucking ass!
I feel the rage building inside of me as I rub my face a little.
Stacy
And you Seifer, yet another pathetic piece of crap! What the Hell is your problem? You know, it’s funny how you call me childish, because whenever you lose a fucking match you have a fit about it! You bitch and whine about how you should have done better, and it’s constant, every time you lose. It was probably a good thing that you didn’t fucking win the World title, because no doubt when it would come to the time you lost it, you’d probably have the biggest bitch fit this company has ever seen! The way you go on, it’s as if you believe that you should never ever lose ever, well here’s a major fucking wake-up call for you, NOBODY WINS ALL THE FUCKING TIME!
My breathing begins getting heavier and heavier as I get more and more angry.
Stacy
As well as pathetic, you’re also weak, because you allow this so-called inner demon take over all the time. Do you really think killing innocent people makes you strong? Do you really fucking think killing innocent people will intimidate me? Well then you’re dead fucking wrong Seifer! I’m not afraid of you! You can be a murderer one moment and then try and be a fucking comedian the next by saying pathetic things like, I dropped the dead weight, and that my new manager Tayla is just a Barbie doll and that in a couple of months, I’ll change the way I look, get rid of Tayla and find someone else! Funny how I do this only the once and then suddenly you run your pathetic fucking mouth as if I’ve done it over and over. You know, I would feel sorry for you Seifer, but honestly, I don’t, and you know who I feel sorry for? I feel sorry for Shelley…I feel sorry for both Shelley’s…yeah I’m bringing them up…what are you going to do about it? I feel sorry for your first wife Shelley; do you really believe that she would be happy with the person you have become? And what about your daughter Shelley? Do you really think that when she grows up into a woman, that she will be proud of her father, the murderer? I highly fucking doubt it, maybe this Sunday; I might be able to knock some fucking sense into that ridiculously thick skull of yours!
My anger has reached boiling point as I realize who is next, and she was the reason why the last remaining member of my family is no longer with me.
Stacy
And now I come to you Chelsea, the woman I once call a sister, a woman I once called a friend…but someone who I will never EVER give a damn about ever again! Chelsea, before I came over to Ireland for this Sunday’s Slam, I had to go to New York because I found out that my brother had been admitted into hospital. By the time I got there, he was already dead, and the reason for his death was heroin, the very drug that for one whole year, he had been in rehab to get off it and he was successful. He did that because he knew our parents had passed away and he knew I was all alone in the world so he made sure he got clean so he could be with me, so he could be with his little sister! AND YOU TOOK HIM AWAY FROM ME! You can try and use excuses like, he shouldn’t have gotten addicted to the drug in the first place, or that he should have tried harder to get back off the fucking drugs the second time around, but the reality of it is that he wouldn’t have been in this mess if you hadn’t kidnapped him and forced him to get addicted again! If it wasn’t for you, my brother would still be alive!
I suddenly get to my feet, grab the steel chair I was sitting on and throw it against the wall.
Stacy
You think just because we’ve known each other for three years, you think you know fucking everything about me and that my recent change is all a pathetic cry for attention! Well of course you would, and of course, the big bad Chelsea is never wrong and Stacy Jones is completely useless, even though I made you fucking bleed! Normally I would agree that we were done with one another, because I actually have plans for my future here in this company and I don’t want to waste my time kicking the shit out of you every fucking week, but this Sunday, it’s far from the end…things have changed…you’re the reason why my brother is dead and you will fucking pay for it! And if there is anything left of you come Wednesday Night, I’ll rip that People’s title away from your cold, dead hands after I have left you in the middle of that ring bloodied, battered and beaten!
I storm towards the door to my locker room and open it, heading out into the corridor. My blood is boiling, these bastards continue to overlook me and see me as any kind of threat, but I’m mainly pissed off because of what that evil bitch has caused. As I continue to storm down the corridor, I turn the corner and bump into 50 Pence and his rap group Shelving-Unit.
50 Pence
Yo, look boyz…we got ourselves a ho…how about we…
In a fit of rage I suddenly grab hold of Pence’s head and smash it off the wall and then stamp my foot onto his groin. Old Fuck then charges towards me with a clothesline, however I duck the shot and at the same time, grab his arm and in one quick jerk, I break it instantly before I then deliver a swift kick to the shin of Lloyd Wanks, the cracking sound that follows makes me feel a little better.
Stacy
Come and get me pretty boy…
Tony Mayo then charges towards me with a clothesline, however I duck the shot and also trip the bastard over with my leg. I then lock him in Your Final Penance and pull back as far as I possibly can, he screams in pain however I refuse to let go until I hear a loud crack, thus signalling that I have broken his back as I release the hold.
Stacy
I hope you paid close fucking attention to that, because this Sunday on Slam, you three bitches are going to suffer the worst beating of your entire fucking lives! I am not going to hold back this Sunday, I am too fucking pissed off right now to go easy on any of you, even though I wouldn’t have done so anyway, but the point is, I’m planning on ripping your fucking throats out of your fucking bodies this Sunday, you can bet your fucking lives on that!
I begin stepping over the fallen members of Shelving-Unit who are groaning and crying in pain.
Stacy
Oh and as for my partners, I have no issues with either of you, I barely even know either of you, I respect the Hell out of you and I know you two probably respect the Hell out of me too. But just a small warning, stay the fuck out of my way when I’m in the ring with Chelsea…that bitch is mine!
I then head back towards my locker room, disappearing off camera as the scene fades.
Date
May 25th, 2014
Location
Arena Mexico, Mexico City
The scene opens in my locker room as I’m busy packing up my duffel bag, Asesinato De Mayo has just finished and I’m rather disappointed over my unfortunate loss to the Vapor Kings, however as always, I’m not going to let this loss get to me, I’ve got to stay focused on the future. Dressed in a pair of black leather high heeled boots, a pair of black leather skin tight trousers, a black Nightwish Imaginaerum T-shirt and a black leather jacket, I sling my duffel bag over my shoulder and make my way towards my locker room door when suddenly, I feel my cell phone in my pocket vibrate so I take it out of my pocket, I look at the caller ID and it’s an unknown number to me, however I answer it anyway.
Stacy
Hello?…I was Stacy Robinson, I’m recently divorced, it’s Jones now…WHAT?!?!...I’m in Mexico, but I’ll get the first flight I can back there…okay thank you for telling me…Goodbye…
I quickly leave my locker room to find Marina and Tayla outside waiting for me.
Marina
Stacy, what’s the rush? The flight to Ireland doesn’t leave for a good few hours yet…
Stacy
I won’t be getting the flight with you…
Tayla
What? Why?
Stacy
I just received an important phone call; I need to go back to New York…I will be back in Ireland for the next show though.
Marina
Do you need someone to go with you?
Stacy
No, I need to do this on my own, you guys go without me and I’ll see you in a few days okay…
Both Marina and Tayla nod as I quickly begin making my way towards the parking lot, I hope I’m not too late, I can’t lose him. I reach the parking lot and open the passenger side door of my black Mercedes-Benz SL-Class before throwing my duffel bag in and closing the door before I rush around to the driver’s side, I open the door and climb into the car, closing the door behind me and starting the engine and driving away as the scene fades.
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Date
May 26th, 2014
Location
New York Downtown Hospital, New York City
The scene re-opens as I burst through the front doors of the hospital, it’s the early hours of the morning and I’m exhausted but I have bigger things on my mind than getting some sleep. I approach the reception desk, the receptionist a young Hispanic woman with black hair and dark brown eyes.
Receptionist
Can I help you ma’am?
Stacy
Yes, my brother was admitted here a few hours ago, his name is Paul Jones; one of the doctors from here contacted me about it…
Suddenly I hear footsteps behind me and I turn around to see a middle-aged man with short blonde hair wearing a white doctor’s coat.
Doctor
Miss Jones? I’m Doctor James Kent; we spoke on the phone…
He outstretches his hand for a handshake, which I accept before he motions to one of the waiting chairs.
Doctor Kent
Please, take a seat…
I sit down and he sits down beside me, the look on his face says it all and I know what’s coming, I try and hold back the tears but I can’t, he was the only family I had left.
Doctor Kent
I’m afraid your brother Paul didn’t make it, he came in after he was found collapsed in his apartment by his landlord, beside him was an empty syringe and we found markings on his arm that suggests drug use, did you know he was on drugs?
I wipe away the tears from my cheeks and manage to respond.
Stacy
He was on drugs, but he managed to get clean, and then he got kidnapped and forced to inject himself with heroin, thus getting addicted again…
Doctor Kent
I’m very sorry for your loss, is there anyone we can get in touch with for you?
I shake my head, continuing to wipe away the tears.
Stacy
No, he was the only family I had left, and I won’t be staying long, I’m a wrestler and I need to get to Ireland for the next show.
Doctor Kent
Okay, well if there is anything I can do for you, just say the word…
Stacy
Thanks Doc…
Doctor Kent then gets to his feet and disappears to go and see to other patients, leaving me sat there as the realization of my brother’s sudden death hit’s me hard and I begin to cry as the scene fades.
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Date
May 30th, 2014
Location
Backstage at the Odyssey Arena in Belfast, Ireland
The scene re-opens as I am sitting here in my locker room dressed in a black and red leather bra, a pair of black and red skin tight leather trousers, a pair of black fingerless leather gloves and a pair of black wrestling boots. My arms resting on my thighs, I’m looking down at the floor, my long black hair covering my face as I slowly look up to the camera, a look of sheer rage mixed with sadness on my face.
Stacy
This Sunday on Slam, I find myself teaming up with two big names here in the WCF, Jeff Purse and Johnny Reb. Our opponents are The Seraphim, consisting of Seifer and Chelsea Black Armstrong, and Waylon Cash, three quarters of S-PAC…
I brush my hair away from my face with both hands.
Stacy
Waylon Cash, I’ll start with you, because well, you’re clearly the biggest fool out of the three of you, because of the fact that you underestimate me. Really? You’re fucking underestimating me? The same woman who managed to battle you all on my fucking own and I’m still fucking standing! The same woman who made your so called greatest new protégé, Chelsea Black Armstrong bleed like the bitch that she is! The same woman who defeated your buddy John Gable in a tag team match two weeks ago! The same woman who defeated Benjamin Atreyu, who hasn’t been seen since I fucking beat him! And you’re underestimating me? You’re so fucking pathetic Waylon…but with that said…the more you underestimate me, the higher my chance is of proving you wrong by kicking your fucking ass!
I feel the rage building inside of me as I rub my face a little.
Stacy
And you Seifer, yet another pathetic piece of crap! What the Hell is your problem? You know, it’s funny how you call me childish, because whenever you lose a fucking match you have a fit about it! You bitch and whine about how you should have done better, and it’s constant, every time you lose. It was probably a good thing that you didn’t fucking win the World title, because no doubt when it would come to the time you lost it, you’d probably have the biggest bitch fit this company has ever seen! The way you go on, it’s as if you believe that you should never ever lose ever, well here’s a major fucking wake-up call for you, NOBODY WINS ALL THE FUCKING TIME!
My breathing begins getting heavier and heavier as I get more and more angry.
Stacy
As well as pathetic, you’re also weak, because you allow this so-called inner demon take over all the time. Do you really think killing innocent people makes you strong? Do you really fucking think killing innocent people will intimidate me? Well then you’re dead fucking wrong Seifer! I’m not afraid of you! You can be a murderer one moment and then try and be a fucking comedian the next by saying pathetic things like, I dropped the dead weight, and that my new manager Tayla is just a Barbie doll and that in a couple of months, I’ll change the way I look, get rid of Tayla and find someone else! Funny how I do this only the once and then suddenly you run your pathetic fucking mouth as if I’ve done it over and over. You know, I would feel sorry for you Seifer, but honestly, I don’t, and you know who I feel sorry for? I feel sorry for Shelley…I feel sorry for both Shelley’s…yeah I’m bringing them up…what are you going to do about it? I feel sorry for your first wife Shelley; do you really believe that she would be happy with the person you have become? And what about your daughter Shelley? Do you really think that when she grows up into a woman, that she will be proud of her father, the murderer? I highly fucking doubt it, maybe this Sunday; I might be able to knock some fucking sense into that ridiculously thick skull of yours!
My anger has reached boiling point as I realize who is next, and she was the reason why the last remaining member of my family is no longer with me.
Stacy
And now I come to you Chelsea, the woman I once call a sister, a woman I once called a friend…but someone who I will never EVER give a damn about ever again! Chelsea, before I came over to Ireland for this Sunday’s Slam, I had to go to New York because I found out that my brother had been admitted into hospital. By the time I got there, he was already dead, and the reason for his death was heroin, the very drug that for one whole year, he had been in rehab to get off it and he was successful. He did that because he knew our parents had passed away and he knew I was all alone in the world so he made sure he got clean so he could be with me, so he could be with his little sister! AND YOU TOOK HIM AWAY FROM ME! You can try and use excuses like, he shouldn’t have gotten addicted to the drug in the first place, or that he should have tried harder to get back off the fucking drugs the second time around, but the reality of it is that he wouldn’t have been in this mess if you hadn’t kidnapped him and forced him to get addicted again! If it wasn’t for you, my brother would still be alive!
I suddenly get to my feet, grab the steel chair I was sitting on and throw it against the wall.
Stacy
You think just because we’ve known each other for three years, you think you know fucking everything about me and that my recent change is all a pathetic cry for attention! Well of course you would, and of course, the big bad Chelsea is never wrong and Stacy Jones is completely useless, even though I made you fucking bleed! Normally I would agree that we were done with one another, because I actually have plans for my future here in this company and I don’t want to waste my time kicking the shit out of you every fucking week, but this Sunday, it’s far from the end…things have changed…you’re the reason why my brother is dead and you will fucking pay for it! And if there is anything left of you come Wednesday Night, I’ll rip that People’s title away from your cold, dead hands after I have left you in the middle of that ring bloodied, battered and beaten!
I storm towards the door to my locker room and open it, heading out into the corridor. My blood is boiling, these bastards continue to overlook me and see me as any kind of threat, but I’m mainly pissed off because of what that evil bitch has caused. As I continue to storm down the corridor, I turn the corner and bump into 50 Pence and his rap group Shelving-Unit.
50 Pence
Yo, look boyz…we got ourselves a ho…how about we…
In a fit of rage I suddenly grab hold of Pence’s head and smash it off the wall and then stamp my foot onto his groin. Old Fuck then charges towards me with a clothesline, however I duck the shot and at the same time, grab his arm and in one quick jerk, I break it instantly before I then deliver a swift kick to the shin of Lloyd Wanks, the cracking sound that follows makes me feel a little better.
Stacy
Come and get me pretty boy…
Tony Mayo then charges towards me with a clothesline, however I duck the shot and also trip the bastard over with my leg. I then lock him in Your Final Penance and pull back as far as I possibly can, he screams in pain however I refuse to let go until I hear a loud crack, thus signalling that I have broken his back as I release the hold.
Stacy
I hope you paid close fucking attention to that, because this Sunday on Slam, you three bitches are going to suffer the worst beating of your entire fucking lives! I am not going to hold back this Sunday, I am too fucking pissed off right now to go easy on any of you, even though I wouldn’t have done so anyway, but the point is, I’m planning on ripping your fucking throats out of your fucking bodies this Sunday, you can bet your fucking lives on that!
I begin stepping over the fallen members of Shelving-Unit who are groaning and crying in pain.
Stacy
Oh and as for my partners, I have no issues with either of you, I barely even know either of you, I respect the Hell out of you and I know you two probably respect the Hell out of me too. But just a small warning, stay the fuck out of my way when I’m in the ring with Chelsea…that bitch is mine!
I then head back towards my locker room, disappearing off camera as the scene fades.
