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It
is to be expected that family would stick close together. This holds true especially for the Jones
family. Standing by one another through
thick and thin has been one of the guiding principles of the famous family ever
since their emergence upon the wrestling scene in early 2001 when the youngest
of the Jones women at the time, Kayla Jones, made her professional wrestling
debut. When her older sister and
matriarch of the family, Angelica Jones, made her professional wrestling debut
in 2003, the two siblings initially had a bit of a professional rivalry, but
they never once betrayed one another, never once did they stab one another in
the back. Even during the rough patches
when one of them, usually Angelica, would perpetrate horrible acts all in the
name of winning, when every wrestling fan in the crowd and wrestler in the back
would turn their backs on her and refuse to support her, the other sister would
always be there for her to support her and try to guide her back to the
light. This closeness and this unity was
passed down to the children; the oldest child Marie Jones, the middle child
Corey Jones, and the youngest Kelly Jones, all of three try to support one
another no matter what. They try to show
a united front no matter what. If one
member of the family needs support and assistance, the others have always been
there to offer their support.
Al
Pacino in his role as Michael Corleone in The Godfather told his brother Fredo
to “never take sides against the family again.”
Kayla Jones adopted the phrase as not only an illustration of that
guiding principle of unity that has always held the Jones family together but
also to serve as a warning to any members of the family who would dare try to
do anything to hurt one another. And it
all goes back to the beginning, to the first Jones who would dare do anything
to harm members of the family...
...Bart
Jones, Angelica and Kayla's father.
Now
whether or not he intentionally or unintentionally did harm to his own children
is up for debate, but his actions of giving them away after the murder of their
mother directly and indirectly harmed the both of them. It directly harmed them because they were
separated from one another and from the family.
It indirectly harmed them because of who ended up with custody of them
and, in Kayla's case at least, she ended up in the custody of an abusive drunk
who would beat and molest her on a regular basis. Angelica would eventually forgive Bart for
what he did but Kayla never would. For
the sake of keeping the peace and for the sake maintaining the family unity she
was willing to try and forget it, to move past it, but she would never forgive
him for it.
So
when a woman begins showing up in their lives claiming that Bart Jones adopted
her while he was in Russia, claiming that she is their adopted sister, needless
to say Kayla and Angelica both were not just skeptical about the notion of
having an adopted sister but were not all that willing to open their arms and
accept her into the family even after their father Bart Jones confirmed her
claims to be true.
Unfortunately,
when you are a family as powerful and well known as the Jones family, you make
enemies very quickly. And in that sense
perhaps the comparison to the Corleone crime family in The Godfather is an
appropriate description. The Corleone
family had enemies who wanted to destroy them.
The Jones family has enemies who want to destroy them. These enemies are not just enemies Angelica
and Kayla may have made during their wrestling career but enemies that their
father made during his career as an FBI agent.
After
The Bratva, or the Russian Mafia, murdered his wife, Bart traveled to Russia in
order to personally deal some damage and exact some revenge. While he was in Russia he young prostitute
who escaped the Bratva. He promised to
take of her infant daughter for her, at least until such a time as she could
take care of herself. And that's the story Bart told Angelica and Kayla. The story they hear from the child herself, now
a grown woman named Anastasia, is a different one. The details are vague but she accuses Bart of
abandoning her in much the same manner as he abandoned Angelica and Kayla. She wanted to be recognized as part of the
Jones family, which she claims is her right as an adopted child, and she also
wants to know the location of Bart Jones, so she can exact her revenge.
Yet
as much as Angelica and Kayla may hate what Bart Jones did to them by
abandoning them so many years ago, the words of Al Pacino still ring true to
them: “never take sides against the family.”
Angelica and Kayla refused to give up Bart to Anastasia. And yet now, watching as Angelica paces the
floor like a caged lion in the immaculate Jones estate, Kayla is beginning to
wonder if they truly made the right decision in siding with the family...
“Why
hasn't she fucking called?!”
The
“she” Angelica is referring to is Anastasia Jones. Angelica and Kayla returned home from the
hospital the other night to find Kelly Jones, Angelica's youngest child, had
been kidnapped. A note was left behind,
one that was written in Russian.
Angelica and Kayla had the police examine it and the translation was
simple: they wanted someone named “Simpson.”
They wanted Simpson in exchange for Kelly.
But
who is Simpson? That's a good
question. Another good question could
be, is Anastasia truly behind this?
Kayla Jones, who sits cross legged on the cream colored sofa in the
exquisite, immense living room, lets out a sigh as she contemplates that very
question and that very real possibility.
“Do
we even know that Anastasia was behind this?”
“Of
course it was Anastasia! Who the fuck
else could it be?!”
Angelica
stops dead in her tracks and turns around, facing Kayla. Angelica's eyes are red, partially with rage
but also red from the tears that she has been crying ever since her daughter
went missing. Kayla knows her sister
better than anyone else. She realizes
how serious this is, not just for the family but for Angelica herself. Her children keep her sane. If anything were to happen to them, Angelica
would go off the deep end and who knows what would happen next, who knows what
she might do? Kayla knows she has to be
very delicate with Angelica right now.
“I'm
just saying we should not jump to conclusions.”
“Anastasia
said she wanted us to turn over Bart or else we'd regret it. She mockingly said a few nights ago that we
weren't paying any attention to Kelly and then, lo and behold, Kelly goes
missing that same damn night! What the
hell do you call that?!”
Kayla
sighs and shakes her head.
“Unfortunately I
have to call it circumstantial evidence.”
The
younger Jones sibling knows what her sister needs right now. Kayla gets up off of the sofa. She takes her older sibling by the hand and
gently and slowly guides her towards the sofa where they both sit down. Kayla slowly and comfortingly runs her hand
through Angelica’s long red hair.
“We’ll find her,
sis. You just have to have faith.”
Angelica
reaches up with her right hand and wipes tears from her eyes.
“I wish I could,
but my faith is lacking.”
Kayla
gazes deep into her sister’s eyes. The
sadness and grief she sees makes her feel bad, oh so bad, for Angelica. She wants to make her feel better but she
doesn’t know how. Kayla herself is
finding it difficult to maintain her calm.
Kelly Jones, the little girl who was kidnapped, is her niece. Kayla loves little Kelly. Ever since the disappearance of Kelly, both
Jones women, Angelica and Kayla alike, have found it difficult to focus on
their everyday lives. Everything else
has come to a sudden halt. Kayla is
about to speak when the doorbell rings.
“I should get
that…”
Angelica
starts to get up but Kayla pulls her back down.
“No, you stay
here. I’ll go see who it is.”
Angelica
nods and remains on the sofa as Kayla stands up and turns from the sofa. Kayla exits the living room and then walks
towards the front door. The younger
Jones sister opens the door and her jaw nearly hits the floor upon seeing her
father, the infamous Bart Jones, standing there…
“Hi, Kayla…”
Kayla
is stunned, too stunned to speak.
Angelica’s voice coming from the living room breaks the silence…
“Who is at the
door?”
“Uh…”
Kayla
finally regains her composure.
“…it’s not anyone
important. I’ll get rid of them.”
Kayla
steps outside, joining her father on the front door step, and shuts the door
behind her. Kayla narrows her eyes as
she glares across at her father, the man she has hated and despised for so
long.
“What the hell are
you doing here?!”
“I heard that my
granddaughter has gone missing.”
“How the hell did
you find out? I never told you and know
Angelica never told you.”
“I have my
sources.”
“Those must be some
damn fine sources.”
Bart
smirks knowingly.
“The best.”
“Look, it’s sweet
that you care, or at least that you are pretending to care…”
“Just stop right
there.”
There
is a firmness in Bart’s voice that shuts Kayla up almost immediately.
“I know you hate
me, Kayla. And to be honest, you have
every right to hate me. But damnit I
love you and I will love you, just as I will always love Angelica, just as I
will always love your children. They are
my grandchildren. Do you really think I
will sit idly by and do nothing while my granddaughter is in serious danger?”
“Yes because you
did it before, to me and Angelica!”
Kayla
says, snapping back at her father with venom in her voice. Bart just nods his head in agreement.
“I agree, I did
wrong by you and your sister. I will not
make that same mistake again.”
“Really?”
Bart
nods his head.
“Yes, really.”
Kayla
is still skeptical of her father. He has
let her and her sister down before on many occasions but, in this case, he may
be their only hope. Kayla sighs and
throws her arms up into the air in a sign of frustration.
“Ok, fine, how can
you help?”
“First of all I
need some details. What do you and your
sister know?”
“Not much. We came home to find the house ransacked and
Kelly was missing with a note left behind, written in Russian.”
Bart
frowns.
“Russian?”
“Yes.”
“What did it say?”
“That’s the strange
thing. We got a translation but it said
they wanted some guy named Simpson in exchange for Kelly.”
Bart’s
serious expression goes away. His jaw
drops and his eyes grow wide. His face
goes pale.
“…The Bratva.”
“What?!”
“The Russian
Mafia. They have come for me.”
Kayla
shakes her head in confusion and bewilderment.
“Dad, what are you
talking about?”
“Simpson…”
“Yeah, we don’t
know who the Simpson guy is.”
“Simpson is
me. FBI agents have codenames. Simpson was mine.”
Kayla
tilts her head to one side.
“Simpson? Really?”
“Think about it…”
Kayla
pauses for a moment, staring at her father, and then a look of realization
washes across her face.
“…BART Simpson?”
“Bingo. Simpson as in BART Simpson, Bart as in BART
Jones, that was my codename. And the
fact that this note asked for a Simpson at the JONES residence, and that the
note was written in Russian no less, that tells me that this was the Russian
Mafia.”
Bart
sighs and nods his head.
“I’ll go find
them…”
“NO!”
Kayla
places a hand on his shoulder.
“You can’t go!”
“Why not? I know I can find them.”
“I know…that’s why
I don’t want you to go…”
“They don’t want
Kelly. They only want me. Back when your mother was murdered by these
creeps, they never wanted her, they wanted me, and had I been home instead of
her, she would be alive today.”
He
runs his hand through his daughter’s long red hair.
“This is my chance
at redemption. Don’t take this away from
me.”
Tears
are flowing down Kayla’s cheeks as she nods her head.
“I’m…I’m sorry,
dad!”
She
embraces him in a tight hug.
“But I lost mom…I
don’t want to lose you too.”
“We’ll think of
something, Kayla. Believe me, we will.”
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We
open outside of the large, grandiose Sprint Center in Kansas City,
Missouri. The sporting venue towers high
into the sky, looking almost elegant and regal in the backdrop of this big city
which will soon play host to SCW’s Retribution pay per view. A small noise, almost as if clicking on
pavement, can be heard in the background.
It doesn’t take long for us to see what, or rather who, is causing this
noise. Eventually the lovely feminine
figure of Kayla Jones steps into view, wearing a gold colored knee length
half-sleeve sheath, chic and modern formal cocktail dress with a bateau
neckline. Her feet are encased in
strappy three inch heels and her long red hair hangs down unrestrained to
shoulder length.
“This great city,
this great arena behind me, it will play host to SCW Retribution coming up in
just a few days and I have to admit, the
term Retribution is an appropriate one in this instance. One could talk all day long about Trinity Street
seeking retribution against CHBK or Blake Mason seeking retribution against
Dylan Howell. But for me, I will be
seeking retribution on behalf of the Jones family against a legitimate,
bonafide bovine who keeps sticking her nose into Jones family business.”
A
cocky smirk spreads across Kayla’s face as she waves mockingly at the camera.
“Hi there,
Stacy! You’ve been down on your luck
lately, haven’t you? Poor little Stacy
Kissinger. The last time you were
relevant was when the other Kissinger, Henry I think his name was, worked with
Richard Nixon in the State Department.
And just like your precious Dallas Cowboys, you live in a fantasy world
where you truly believe that this time finally you will win the big one, but when
the big one comes around, when opportunity knocks at your front door, you just
fall flat on your face, which is typical of Dallas.”
“It’s typical of
Texas in general, might I add. Texas is called
the Lone Star State and I think that Lone Star represents the Lone brain cell
that all of you Texans share amongst yourselves. I swear to God you are among the dumbest
crowd I have ever had to deal with. And that’s
not all. Jesus Christ could never have
been born in Texas. Do you know why,
Stacy? Because there were no wise men
and no virgin to be found. And do you
know why there are so many unsolved murders in Texas? That’s a simple one too; there are no dental
records and all of you Texans share the same DNA, you inbred bitches and bastards. So I guess it really is pointless for me to
say that I will kick your teeth down your throat, because you have no teeth for
me to kick down your throat.”
Kayla
shakes her head in disgust.
“You Texans are all
sick, disgusting, and you are all losers.”
Kayla
motions to herself.
“But me, I am a
winner. When opportunity knocks I always
answer in a big way. When it’s time for
the best athletes in the world to answer the call of duty I am always ready,
willing, and able to take on any challenge at any time. That’s just who I am. I am a Jones and the Jones family is made up
of winners, unlike you, a born loser who will never be great. Back a few weeks ago on Breakdown I was
trying to help you. I felt charitable
and decided to help you out but you turned and threw it all back in my
face. You attacked me for no reason.”
The
redhead sighs and shakes her head.
“It’s sad, because
I guess I made the mistake. I made the
mistake of thinking that a complete idiot, a moronic dumbass Texan like you
would ever listen to wise words of a born winner like me. Texans like you are beyond help, Stacy. I should have realized that. You are content with your second-rate,
has-been and never-will-be-again career that you will not listen to the words
of a great wrestler like me.”
Kayla
frowns and glares at the camera.
“But that’s not
me. I am never content with what I
have. No wrestler worth their salt
should be content with what they have. A
real wrestler, a true competitor with the heart and the drive of a champion
should always be bound and determined to do whatever the hell it takes to
improve, to become better, and to always reach up and grab that next brass
ring.”
She
points at the camera with a carefully manicured finger.
“You’re different,
Stacy, and I think I’ve figured you out.
Hell, I think the wrestling world at large has figured you out by
now. You just have no drive, no
determination, and no heart. You are
content to stay right where you are on your fat ass in the lower mid-card of
Supreme Championship Wrestling. Now even
though I am in an elite class far and above you, I am willing to lower myself
to your level so I can teach you a lesson and that lesson is to never mess with
the Jones family. I am willing to lower
myself to your level so I can remind you of your place in this world. Quite honestly, you don’t belong in the same
ring as me, Stacy, but at Retribution you will be schooled by one of the greats
and you will be granted a memory that you can tell your children and
grandchildren about someday…”
Jones
smirks knowingly.
“…the day you got
your ass kicked by Kayla Jones.”
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