Incentive

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Off Camera

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Yes, the Jones family has been dysfunctional at times.  Yes, they have feuded with one another at times.  But at the same time, you never want to make an enemy of one of them.  The fact is, when you mess with one of them, you mess with all of them.  When you attack one of them, you attack all of them.  Punk Hazard and Alexis Quinne learned that the hard way when they attacked Corey Jones.  It brought the wrath of the entire Jones clan upon them as Kayla Jones, flanked by her older sister Angelica and Angelica’s daughters Marie and Corey, went to war with Quinne and Punk Hazard.

Kayla Jones just wanted to kick start her singles career in the right way with a victory on Breakdown.  Getting her hands on Alexis Quinne and making her pay for attacking Corey was just an extra added bonus.  And she knew with the backup of Angelica, Marie, and Corey that Punk Hazard would not be able to assist Quinne in any way shape or form.  She knew it would be a fair fight and that, in a fair fight, Quinne stood no chance.  All it took was one Kaylan Wind Kick right on target, right to the jaw of Alexis Quinne, to put her down and enable Kayla Jones to secure the pin fall and secure her first one on one singles win in SCW in quite some time.

The victory over Alexis opened the eyes of SCW management, because now Kayla Jones is booked in a Television title eliminator against Jake Starr.  Not only is this an opportunity to win SCW championship gold, but also it is an opportunity for Kayla to do something her sister recently failed to do.  Angelica was unable to capture the Television Championship when she went up against Ace Marshall and David Miller in the triple threat match recently.  If Kayla were to succeed where Angelica failed, that would speak volumes about Kayla’s future as a singles wrestler in SCW.

In just a short amount of time, Kayla has gone from losing her tag team title opportunity at Taking Hold of the Flame to potentially being the Television champion if she can defeat Jake Starr to earn a shot at the coveted title.  It really and truly is quite the whirlwind for Kayla Jones…

…and yet, issues beyond her control are not allowing her to enjoy this success.

As much as Kayla would like to just focus on her in ring career, as much as Kayla would like to focus solely on trying to defeat Jake Starr to earn a shot at the SCW Television Championship, she realizes that there is a bigger issue at stake for her that she must deal with, one of a personal nature rather than a professional one.

When Kayla was in Nimes, France supporting her niece Marie Jones’s quest to become UWA World Champion, she ended up running into an individual she had hoped she would never run into ever again…

…her foster brother, Oliver Hardy Jr.

It was one of the darkest times in the history of the Jones family.  It was a time when the family had been separated and nearly decimated following the brutal rape and murder of Kelly Jones, Angelica and Kayla’s mother.  Their father, Bart Jones, an FBI agent obsessed with seeking revenge, left the country to track down the killers, leaving his children in the care of social services…

…Angelica was the lucky one, taken in by a convent and eventually trained to be a nun.  Kayla was not as lucky as she ended up in the foster care of Oliver Hardy.

Kayla would quickly learn that Oliver Hardy was an alcoholic who regularly beat and molested those in his care, including her.  As a child at the time she had no voice and she had no way of protecting herself.  She just had to take it…and take it…and take it…

…Kayla took it for years on end until she was finally old enough to leave home and be on her own.  Professional wrestling was a salvation for her; the training not only allowed her the skills necessary to protect her in the future but it also allowed her a future career so that she could make a living.  Modeling was another salvation, another method of making money so that she could live on her own and not have to rely on Oliver Hardy or her missing father Bart Jones.

All Kayla ever wanted was to get away from that situation and the last thing she wanted was to be reminded of it.  And that’s exactly what happened in France when Oliver Hardy Jr., Oliver’s son, showed up at her hotel room doorstep wanting to talk, wanting to make peace.

Oliver Hardy Jr. was an individual just as crazy as his father.  He blamed Kayla for his father’s death and at one time sought revenge.  Supposedly, though, he has changed and wants to make peace.  But peace offering aside, Kayla was not willing to hold any kind of peace talks with Oliver Hardy Jr.  It was just too painful for her to have to remember the memories…

…the painful memories of the beatings and of the rape.

“Kayla?”

The door to Kayla’s dressing room at the Rupp Arena in Lexington, Kentucky slowly creaks open.  Trenton Snow, her boyfriend, sticks his head in and looks around for any sign of her.

“Kayla?”

Seeing nothing right away, Trenton decides to step in all the way.  He shuts the door behind him.  He scans the room for her but finds nothing.  But the sound of running water coming from behind another door catches his attention…

…Trenton approaches what is apparently the bathroom door and puts his ear to it.  A grin forms across his face as he hears the water turn off.  His girlfriend is in there, probably naked…

Trenton can only imagine what would happen had he been here doing this when the rest of the Jones family had been here.  He probably wouldn’t be walking right now.  Trenton recalls fondly watching from earlier tonight his lovely woman Kayla defeating Alexis Quinne and how the Jones Family took on Punk Hazard in order to even the odds.

Never mess with the Jones Family.  Trenton knows this quite well.

After waiting just a minute or two, Trenton notices the doorknob on the bathroom door turning.  He takes a step back and grins from ear to ear as he watches the door open and his woman Kayla emerges, wrapped up in a towel, her hair still wet…

“AGH!  TRENTON!”

Trenton chuckles.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

“What’s wrong?!  You’re SERIOUSLY asking me that?!”

“It’s not like I haven’t seen any of it before.”

He winks and despite her anger, Kayla even cracks a slight smile.

“You won’t see it ever again you don’t start giving me some privacy!”

Trenton holds up his hands, trying to feign innocence.

“Sorry, babe, but I couldn’t help myself knowing a sexy dish was inside waiting on me!”

Kayla rolls her eyes.

“Whatever…”

The read-head points over to a pile of clothes.

“Toss me my clothes, please.”

Trenton walks over to the piles of clothes lying on the ground.  He points down at them, grinning.

“These clothes?”

“Yes, those!  Gimme!”

“Ok, but…”

He bends down and picks up only a lacy black bra and panty, complete with a French cut black lace panty.

“Let’s do this one at a time.”

Kayla glares at him.

“You ass.”

“I’m not the one who left my clothes out here instead taking them into the bathroom with me.”

If looks could kill, Trenton might be dead.  But regardless, Kayla takes her underwear back into the bathroom.  Trenton just waits, grinning from ear to ear, until, not too much longer later, Kayla emerges from the bathroom.  The towel is gone and in its place she is wearing the black lace bra and black lace panties.  Kayla’s hands are on her hips as she glares at Trenton.

“Is THIS what you wanted?!”

“Perfect!”

Trenton confidently walks over to his girlfriend.  Kayla’s face, as well as Trenton’s, slowly moves closer and closer towards each other until their lips meet and they engage in a passionate kiss.  Eventually they break away from the kiss and Trenton smirks.

“That was wonderful…”

“You’re lucky…”

Kayla smiles wryly.

“…I shouldn’t let you have that kind of treatment after the stunt you pulled.”

“You loved it.”

He plants another kiss, this time on her cheek, before hugging her.  Kayla then points down at her pile of clothes again.

“Right, just give me the rest of my clothes please.”

Trenton nods his head.  He bends over and picks up the clothes, consisting of a pair of denim jeans and a red t-shirt, which he hands to Kayla.  Kayla takes them and begins putting them on.  She sticks her feet and legs into the jeans and pulls them up over her hips.  Next she takes the shirt and pulls it on over her head.  Kayla then walks over to the other side of the room, finds her flip flops sitting on a wood bench against the wall.  She takes the flip flops and drops them on the ground so that she can slide her feet inside.  She then turns to Snow and motions towards the door.

“Ok, babe, let’s go…”

She walks towards the door but Trenton blocks her path.

“Not yet.”

She looks up at him inquisitively.

“Huh?  Why not?  What’s wrong?”

He gazes deep into her eyes.

“You tell me.”

Kayla frowns.

“I don’t get it, Trenton.”

“Look, how long have we been together now?  A year?”

Kayla grins knowingly.

“Well, it was a year ago that you started begging me to go out with you.”

“Begging?  I call it wooing.”

Kayla rolls her eyes.

“Please.  You were pleading, sweetie.”

Trenton chuckles.

“Pleading, wooing, whatever you want to call it, the fact is that we have been together for almost a year now.  And you know what else?  I know people quite well as it is, but over a year’s time…”

He reaches out and touches the tip of her nose.

“…I have gotten to know you especially well.”

“Ok, and your point is what?”

“My point is that you haven’t been acting like yourself lately.  Ever since you got back from France you’ve been acting different.”

Kayla shakes her head vehemently.

“You’re nuts, Trenton.”

“Am I?”

He places both of his hands upon her shoulders.

“I love you, Kayla.  I want to help.  But I can’t help if you won’t talk to me.”

She sighs and shakes her head.

“Trenton, I…”

“Kayla, just tell me what’s wrong.”

Kayla shrugs his hands off of her shoulders.  She turns and walks over to the wood bench and sits down.  She motions for him to join her.  Trenton walks over and sits down on the bench as well, right next to Kayla.

“Ok, Trenton, you’re right.  You deserve the truth.”

“The truth about what?”

“It’s something about my past.  Something I try to keep hidden because…”

Tears form in her eyes.  She reaches up and wipes them away.

“…because it’s just too painful to remember…”

Trenton embraces her tightly.

“It’s ok, babe.  I’m here for you.”

Kayla sighs and chuckles lightly despite herself.

“Look at me, I’m a mess…”

She shakes her head.

“Anyway, you know I told you how mine and Angelica’s mother was murdered, right?”

He nods his head.

“Yeah…”

“And Angelica has been very vocal about what happened to her after that; perhaps that’s why she has been less emotional than me about it all, because she’s already dealt with it while I keep it bottled up?”

She shrugs her shoulders.

“Anyway, I never told you, or anyone else for that matter, what happened to me after my mother was murdered.”

Snow looks at Kayla with a mix of curiosity and concern written across his face.

“What happened?”

“I was put into focus care.  I was fostered by a man named Oliver Hardy.”

She chuckles again, despite the painful memory.

“If he loved anything, it was the government benefits he received, because he damn sure didn’t love me.  He…he…”

Kayla buries her face in her hands and weeps.  Trenton gently pats her on the back to comfort her.

“It’s ok, babe.  I’m here.”

Kayla looks back up at Trenton with tear-filled eyes, eyes that red from the crying.

“He beat me, Trenton!  He beat me and he forced himself on me…sexually…”

Kayla again buries her head in her hands and begins to cry uncontrollably.  Trenton, wide eyed with shock, quickly takes her into his arms and hugs her tightly.

“My God, babe, I…I had no idea…I’m so sorry…”

“But…”

She again looks up at Trenton, still trying  to hold back her crying.

“…I did get away.  When I was old enough to legally be on my own I left and got into modeling.  Later I became a wrestler.  Between modeling and wrestling I made my way.  And I wish...”

She shakes her head.

“…I wish it ended there but it didn’t.  He came back after me.  He even targeted Angelica’s children as well.  Attacking me was one thing but attacking me and my nieces, well, I felt I had no other choice but to…but to…”

Kayla’s voice trails off.  She cannot seem to get the next few words out.  Trenton, though, nods his head, almost as if he senses what she is trying to say.

“You killed him…you killed him in self-defense.”

She nods her head.

“Yeah.”

“Did it end there?”

Jones shakes her head.

“No…still it wasn’t over.  Years later his son, Oliver Hardy Jr., came after me, but he was smarter than his father.  He targeted me in such a way that there was no legal way I could stop him.”

“What do you…oh my God…”

Trenton seems to realize what she is implying.

“…you don’t mean he…”

Kayla nods her head, indicating his suspicions are true.

“Yeah, Oliver Hardy Jr. became a wrestler.  But he didn’t get into the industry to win gold, he got in so that he could get his revenge against me for killing his father.  He wanted a legal way to attack me.  But he ended up getting himself injured and thought that was the end of it…I thought finally I was rid of the Oliver Hardy nightmare…but then he showed up at my hotel room in France.”

“What did he want?”

Kayla sighs as she shrugs her shoulders.

“Well, that’s the funny thing.  He claims he’s been to see a psychiatrist.  He claims he’s let go of the past and that he knows now how evil his father really was.  And he claims he wants to bury the hatchet between the two of us, he says he wants to make peace.”

Trenton looks at her curiously, skeptically.

“Really?”

“Yeah…”

“And you said what?”

Kayla chuckles lightly.

“After freaking out at him by accident and nearly kicking his head off?”

Trenton’s eyes grow wide.

“You kicked him?”

Kayla nods her head.

“Yeah…I kinda got upset.”

“That’s an understatement.”

“Yeah, well, I told him I didn’t think I was ready for him to be a permanent part of my life again so I told him to leave and never return.  But I…I’m having doubts.”

She sighs.

“I mean, maybe I should give him a chance?  He did suffer at the hands of Oliver Hardy in much the same way I did.”

“Really?”

She nods her head.

“Yes, Oliver Hardy beat and molested his own son, just like he beat and molested me.  So I guess we do share a lot in common, in a weird way, and maybe I should give him another chance, but I’m afraid…”

Kayla looks down at the floor.

“…I’m afraid of letting those demons back in.”

Trenton smiles warmly.  He wraps an arm around her shoulder.

“That’s because you are a good person, Kayla.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Thanks Trenton, I try to be a good person but that doesn’t help me.”

“I don’t think you understand me, babe.”

He takes her head and guides it back upward, gently holding it in place so that she is looking into his eyes.

“You want to give him another chance because you are good and you believe people can change.  That’s what makes you and your sister so different.  Angelica made it perfectly clear on social media the other day, she believes in the worst of humanity.  She is unwilling to give others a chance. But you, you believe in the best of humanity.  Your own tag team partner in GCW, Victoria Salinas, questions why you still go out with me, because everyone in GCW thinks I’m scum.

“I see what they don’t see…”

“Right, but that’s because you gave me a chance.  And I think that’s what you want to do with Oliver Hardy Jr.  You want to give him another chance.”

“But…should I?”

He leans over and kisses her on the forehead.

“It’s who you are, babe.”

Kayla smiles warmly.

“Thanks, Trenton…I needed that pick me up.”

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On Camera

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This was originally supposed to just be about me getting my singles career started the right way.  Any one on one match against anybody on the SCW roster would’ve been just fine with me…

…but then Alexis Quinne and PUNK HAZARD had to attack my niece Corey Jones.  And I knew just who I wanted to get my hands on first.

Breakdown from Kentucky should be a lesson to all future opponents.  Do not mess with the Jones family, because if you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us.  If you declare war on one of us, you are declaring war on all of us and you really do not want this group of pissed off bitches coming after you.  Just ask PUNK HAZARD, whose collective asses we kicked…

…or better yet, ask Alexis Quinne, who learned the hard way that when I say I’m going to kick your teeth down your throat, I damn well mean it.

One win is under my belt, and I hardly think I’m worthy of a Television title eliminator already, but that’s what SCW has scheduled for me next.  And as for my opponent…

...well, let’s just say if earning a shot at the Television title wasn’t motivation enough, seeing who my opponent is going to be just provided even more motivation.

Jake Starr, you’ll hear more from me later.  But for now, just know this; I will kick your teeth right down your throat.

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Off Camera

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The hot sun beats down on a small local coffee shop on the outskirts of Houston, Texas.  In a few short days SCW Breakdown will be here and many of the wrestlers are arriving early, hoping to prepare for the next stop on the road to Rise To Greatness.  One such individual is the beautiful red head sitting outside the coffee shop on one of the off-white round tables.  Her name is Kayla Jones and she is wearing a printed halter kaleidoscope print maxi dress with an open back silhouette that gives her a balance between sultry and stunning.  A pair of trendy sunglasses cover her eyes.  Two cups of coffee are sitting in front of Jones.  It’s still morning here in Texas but the sun is already blistering.  But it doesn’t matter, Kayla is here on a mission and nothing will make her move until her mission is accomplished.

Kayla didn’t come to Texas early just to get in extra preparation time for her Television title eliminator against Jake Starr; there was plenty of time and space available in Kentucky or even her home of Massachusetts for that.  Kayla is here waiting on the arrival of someone…

…a man named Oliver Hardy Jr.

It was difficult for her to open up to her boyfriend, but when she told Trenton Snow everything about her past with the Hardy family and how Oliver Hardy Sr. and Jr. both had caused her a mountain of nightmares in the past, it truly did feel like a great weight being lifted off of her shoulders.  And yet she also knew that there was still more that she had to do.  Kayla knew that she would not be completely at peace until she had made peace with her past…

…and that meant talking with Oliver Hardy Jr.

It’s very difficult for her to do this, bringing back these painful memories after all of these years.  It doesn’t help matters that she’s been waiting for awhile now and she’s getting impatient.

But that wait is about to end.

“Kayla?”

Kayla looks over to her left and sees the familiar figure of Oliver Hardy Jr. making his way over.  Hardy is wearing denim jean shorts, flip flops, and a button up short sleeved shirt.  Kayla waves, motioning to get his attention.  He spots her and walks over to the table, pulling up a chair and sitting down next to her.

“There you are; I’m kind of surprised you called me.”

“I almost didn’t.”

“Who convinced you to call me?”

Kayla frowns.

“Am I that obvious?”

“Kayla, you may not consider me your brother but I AM your brother, fostered or not, and we lived together for six years.  I know how stubborn you can be.”

Kayla smirks.

“It’s a Jones family trait.”

Kayla slides one of the cups of coffee to Oliver.

“Here, have some coffee.”

“Um, ok…”

He reluctantly takes it and begins to sip.

“How much do I owe you?”

“Nothing.”

Oliver places the cup of coffee back down on the table.  He tilts his head to one side, studying her curiously.

“Seriously?  After all the grief I caused you in the past and now you’re buying me coffee?”

“Last time we were alone together I damn near kicked your head off.  Consider this payback.”

Oliver grins.

“Sure, ok, but you really didn’t need to.”

He takes another sip of coffee.  Then he places the cup of coffee back down on thetable.

“So, you never told me who I have to thank for this opportunity.  I mean, when you told me that you never wanted to see me again, I thought for sure that we were done.”

“We almost were, but my boyfriend talked me into giving you another chance.”

Oliver smiles warmly.

“Your boyfriend is a lucky guy.”

Kayla sighs out of frustration.

“Why are you doing this, Oliver?”

“Doing what, exactly?”

“Being…umm…”

“Friendly?”

Kayla frowns.

“Yeah, that.”

“You don’t believe I’ve changed, do you?”

“Can you blame me?!  I mean, consider the fact that you are the son of the  guy who beat the shit out of me all of my life and took my innocence away from me…also consider the fact that you learned the craft of pro-wrestling not for any personal accolades or to win championships but just to have an excuse to kick my ass…”

She shrugs her shoulders.

“…well gee, I have no idea why I wouldn’t trust you!”

Oliver Hardy sighs.

“First of all, I am not my father.  It is unfair of you to make that kind of comparison.  I would never do the kind of things he did.  Never.”

Kayla nods her head.

“Ok, fair enough, your father was a monster and we both agree on that much.  It is unfair to compare you to him.”

She points an accusatory finger at Oliver.

“But you did jump into the wrestling business just to avenge his death!  You cannot deny that!”

“Yes, I did, and I won’t deny it.  I will, however, point out that his regular beatings and sexual assaults left me mentally unstable.  I know it sounds like a cop-out, and there will never be any way I can completely make up for what I did to you when I did become a wrestler, but I can tell you that want to do anything and everything I can to make it up to you.”

He touches his head.

“And you also know I went to have my head examined; I went to see a psychiatrist.  My psychiatrist convinced me that reaching out to you was the best way for me to move on past my own nightmares of our father…”

Kayla angrily pounds her fists on the table.

“HE WAS NOT MY FATHER!”

The outside patio area of this coffee shop isn’t very full, but the few people who are outside are now staring at Kayla, who slinks downward into her seat, her face growing red with embarrassment at the attention she’s drawn to herself.

“I…I’m sorry…”

Oliver shakes his head.

“No, it was my fault.  I keep forgetting about how painful this is for you.  I’m being selfish again, thinking about me and not others.”

Kayla is honestly stunned by the words that came out of Oliver’s mouth.  She tilts her head to one side and studies him intensely.

“You…you’re serious, aren’t you?”

“As serious as a heartbeat.”

“This really isn’t a game for you, is it?”

Oliver shakes his head.

“No, it’s not.  I just want to reestablish a relationship with you, that’s all.  And the fact that you called me back and asked me to fly out here to Houston just illustrates to me that you want the same thing.”

He reaches into his pocket and produces a ticket to the next SCW Breakdown from the Toyota Center in Houston, Texas.  He grins knowingly.

“This ticket to SCW Breakdown didn’t go unnoticed either.”

“Yeah, well, let’s just say that I could definitely use the moral support out there against Jake Starr.”

“Moral support?  Are you kidding?”

Oliver gingerly rubs his chin in the same place where Kayla accidently kicked him last week.

“If you kick this Jake Starr guy the same way you kicked me, you should win easily.”

Kayla chuckles.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Oliver.”

“I mean it.  You’re among the best in the world.  I know it from firsthand experience.”

He reaches across the table and takes her by the hands but she quickly pulls them away.  Oliver sighs.

“Kayla, look, you took a great big leap of faith by asking me to come here to meet you.  And I am greatly appreciative of that.  But I have to know, do you want to continue with this relationship or are you cutting me off right here and right now?”

“Oliver…”

She shakes her head.

“It’s easy for you to say.  I mean, I do want to give you a chance.  But it’s so difficult.  You call this a leap of faith?  This is nothing compared to the risk I’d be taking by letting you back into my life again, by trusting you again.”

“You don’t have to trust me right away.  In fact, I’d rather it not be that way.  I’d rather earn your trust back.  I did some terrible things to you and I lost the right to call you my sister.  I want to earn that right back, I don’t want you to just give it to me.”

Kayla looks at him quizzically.

“Then what do you want?”

“I want a chance to do just that; I want a chance to earn your trust back and at the same time try to pay you back for all of the horrible things I did.”

“Oliver, I…”

Kayla shakes her head.

“…I just don’t know.”

“I’ll do anything, Kayla.”

Kayla scratches her chin for a moment as she thinks and ponders the many possibilities.

“Ok, I may have an idea.  You said you were a lawyer, right?”

“Yes.”

“You remember my modeling agency?  Well we’ve expanded into professional wrestling.  In other words, I’m a manager now.”

Oliver arches his brow.

“Really?”

“Yes, I manage two wrestlers currently, Gabriela Austin and Hayley Gold, both of whom wrestle for Global Championship Wrestling.  But that expansion, as profitable as it is, combined with my own wrestling career that I want to continue, is keeping me extremely busy.  I would like for you to work for me. I would like for you to take care of the legal, business side of things for me.”

“You want me to work for you?”

Kayla nods her head.

“Yes, and it’s that or nothing.”

Oliver grins and extends a hand.

“You got a deal, Ms. Jones!”

Kayla looks down at his hand and grimaces.

“I’m not going to shake your hand!”

Oliver withdraws it, looking somewhat surprised.  He gets even more surprised when Kayla gets up from the table and walks over to him.  He stands up as well and she embraces him in a hug.

“What…what’s this for?”

“I want to thank you.”

“Thank me?  I should thank you, you’re giving me the opportunity.”

“But you’re giving ME an opportunity as well, an opportunity to finally rid myself of the nightmares of my past, to make peace with my past, once and for all.”

Kayla looks up at Oliver with tear-filled eyes.

“So yeah, thanks…bro…”

“I don’t deserve to be called your brother, but damnit, I promise you that I will earn it.”

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On Camera

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We open in a dimly lit room.  Even if the lighting were better, there wouldn’t be much to see.  The room is not just practically empty.  It is empty.  The pale blue wall is bare and there is no carpet, just hardwood floor.  It is the plainest of plain that you can imagine.  Some might say, though that this is pretty straightforward.  Some may call this a very serious environment and atmosphere.  It’s not only empty but it’s quiet as well.  Emptiness…and silence…

That silence is interrupted when a clicking on the hardwood floor is heard.  Eventually the lovely, feminine creature known to one and all as Kayla Jones steps into view.  Jones is 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 I nch heels and her long red hair hangs down unrestrained to shoulder length.

“I could go for a flashier, more flamboyant setting couldn’t I?  Breakdown will be live from Houston, Texas.  I could make a football reference or two and bring in members of the Houston, Texans football team or the Dallas Cowboys football team.  I could put on my cowboy boots and go out to a ranch and film there.  Oh there are a ton of possibilities when you are in Texas.”

Jones shakes her head.

“But not this time.  This time you’re getting a straightforward, point blank, very blunt Kayla Jones.  I don’t need to waste anyone’s time with flash and flare or pomp and circumstance.  I’m just going to tell you straight up what I’m here for.”

She pats herself on the chest.

“I got involved in this sport because, much like my sister, I was a competitor and I wanted to compete and to be the best.  Now I’m not nearly as cynical as my sister.  She believes competition is the end all be all and that there is no reason to ever be a hero.  I happen to believe that there is a time and place for heroes.”

She shakes her head.

“Now is not one of those times, because ultimately I want to remind people that I am not just a tag team wrestler.”

Jones laughs lightly.

“No offense meant to Angelica, because I have thoroughly enjoyed teaming with her these past few years.  In that time we won tag team gold in GDW, GCW, and SCW.  We have beaten some of the best tag teams in the world.  In fact, it was a Sisterhood reunion that convinced me to return to professional wrestling in the first place.  I will always be grateful for my sister and for The Sisterhood, but now that I am back in the industry I need to take this one step further and prove that I can still get the job done and be successful on my own.  And so far, I’ve done an ok job.”

She grins knowingly.

“Alexis Quinne was an annoying imp whose ass I kicked last Breakdown.  I was happy with my victory and I clearly impressed someone in SCW because I find myself booked in a Television title eliminator against none other than Jake Starr.”

“Now the fact that this is a match for a shot at the Television title tells me that this match is all business.   No games and no cutesy catchphrases.  No fancy promos; just me, deadly serious about earning a shot at the Television title, because being a champion here in SCW means a great deal to me.  SCW is  one of the top promotions in this industry today and to hold a championship, to represent this great company as one of its champions would be my distinct honor and privilege.  To defeat Jake Starr and earn that title shot would make me proud, but to go on and actually win the title?”

She shuts her eyes for a brief moment, as if she is trying to imagine it, trying to picture it in her head.  She reopens her eyes and grins from ear to ear.

“Oh it would be wonderful!  Sorry for the trademark violation there, Dawnie.”

She winks at the camera.

“And if a shot at the SCW Television Championship was the only thing at stake here, that would be motivation enough to get the absolute best of Kayla Jones in Houston, Texas.  But SCW decided, once again, to give me further incentive to want to win this match…”

She frowns.

“…and his name is Jake Starr.”

“I kicked Alexis Quinne’s ass last Breakdown and I really thought that when I fought her that I had fought the most generic villain reject there was, but then I saw myself booked against you, Starr, and I realized that there was at least one person so generic, so plain, and so lame that he actually makes Alexis Quinne and her PUNK HAZARD goons look interesting.”

She points a finger at the camera.

“And that’s you…the lame-o bastard who takes his steel chair to bed with him at night.  Is that some kind of fetish with you?  Because, I remember when you and Evans were attacking me and Angelica seemingly every week and you always had that precious chair of yours cuddled up close to your chest like a fucking security blanket.”

Kayla shakes her head.

“Security blanket or not, that steel chair won’t help you this time.  You’re facing Kayla Jones and I already wanted this Television title opportunity, but to find out I’m facing you?”

She laughs lightly.

“Hell, I’d kick your ass for free, Jake!  For me, this is further incentive, and further motivation to get the job done!  And you can be damn sure that I will leave everything inside that ring in order to kick your ass and leave a broken mess in the middle of Houston!”

Jones smirks.

“Now then, I know I promised no Dallas Cowboy references or Houston Texans references, but maybe I will make one general Texas reference, because as they say, everything is bigger in Texas.  Am I right?  Well if that’s the case, Jake Starr will get the biggest ass kicking he has ever received right here in Texas courtesy of Kayla Jones!  And I also promised no cute catchphrases, but what I’m about to say isn’t a catchphrase, it’s a guarantee; because Jake, I guarantee that I will kick your teeth right down your throat!”

The scene fades to black.