Mistakes

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Off Camera

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The redheaded beauty known as Kayla Jones sighs as she stares longingly, with awe-filled eyes, at the Eiffel Tower off in the distance.  Yes, the younger member of The Sisterhood is in Paris, France.  She made the trip due in large part to her sister and niece both competing in the UWA’s primary pay per view, Olympus, being held in nearby Nimes, France.  With Angelica making her UWA debut and her niece Marie challenging for the UWA World Championship, it was hard for Kayla not to agree to come and support them.  The fact that this is being held in France is an added bonus because it gives Kayla an excuse to visit Paris for a very brief vacation.  Kayla, likes most Jones women, love and adore the beauty and sophistication of France, and will use any excuse they can to visit this great country.

Unfortunately, she knows that her time here will be short lived.  There is no rest for the weary and there is no time to relax when you are trying to revitalize your singles career.  And for Kayla Jones, that means leaving France in a couple of days for Lexington, Kentucky where she will jump back into the chaos that can best describe the SCW singles division.

No, The Sisterhood is not dead.  No, Kayla and Angelica did not have a massive falling out.  And yet, at the same time, things changed for the sibling duo heading into Taking Hold of the Flame.  Kayla and Angelica Jones were set to challenge Gable Winchester and Autumn Valentine for the SCW World Tag Team Championship.  And there was more than just one obvious goal on the mind of The Sisterhood.

Obviously, they were looking to win back the SCW World Tag Team Championship.  Angelica and Kayla are competitors first and foremost and they wanted to win pretty badly, but victory was not at the forefront of their minds; at least it wasn’t on the forefront of the mind of Kayla Jones.  Kayla had another reason for doing this…

…she wanted to redeem her own name.  Together as The Sisterhood, Kayla and Angelica mocked tag team wrestling with the assistance of El Grande Burrito as well as the Free Botswana campaign.  To many they had begun to look like a joke….

…nothing to be taken seriously.

But Kayla was serious.  She was and always has been serious about her profession and the fact that her peers were beginning to think of her as a joke didn’t just her personally, it outright pissed her off.  But she was not angry with her critics…

…she was angry with herself.  Kayla Jones knew that she bore the majority of the blame for what had happened due to her participation in the Free Botswana campaign as well the other crazy games she and her sister Angelica played.  Thus Kayla’s goal in the lead up to the SCW World Tag Team Championship match at Taking Hold of the Flame was to prove to the world that the games were over and the serious competitor she had always been was back.  While winning would be great, winning was not necessary for Kayla Jones.  All she wanted to do was earn back the respect of her peers.

Kayla and her sister Angelica did defeat Gable and Autumn in a non-title match, and they beat them fair and square, straight up, with no games or cheap tricks.  Then in the rematch at Taking Hold of the Flame, in another match with no games or cheap tricks, Gable and Autumn won to retain their championships.

That made for two hard fought matches, neither with cheating or mind games, both on the up and up, and while The Sisterhood did not become SCW World Tag Team Champions, Kayla feels as if she finally did achieve that level respect she had been striving to regain after squandering it many months ago.

Now The Sisterhood have decided to go their separate ways.  Angelica wants to pursue her singles career so that she can win more gold and bring more prestige to her own personal legacy.  That’s fine, as far as Kayla is concerned, because Kayla has something she has to prove as well.  Kayla wants to prove to the wrestling world that she is not just a tag team specialist.  Kayla wants to prove that she can still win the big one on her own without her sister’s assistance.

Kayla’s new quest will begin in Lexington, Kentucky against Alexis Quinne.

Quinne has had issues lately with Corey Jones, Kayla’s niece.  Corey had attempted to even the odds by making sure Alexis had to deal with things herself and that she would not have the assistance of PUNK HAZARD in her matches.  Corey paid for her involvement when she was attacked backstage by Rudo and Grundy.

It’s just added incentive for Kayla Jones.  Not only does she get the opportunity to kick off her singles career the proper way, but she can do it by kicking Alexis Quinne’s teeth down her throat for what she did to Corey.

Jones sits in a green folding beach chair out on the balcony of her hotel room, overlooking the cityscape of Paris, France.  Here she can see everything, including the famous Eiffel Tower.  She is wearing a denim skirt that stops just below the knee, flip flops, and a black “Supreme Championship Wrestling” t-shirt.  Her long red-hair hangs down unrestrained to just below the shoulders.  There is a small round table next to her that matches the green colored chair Kayla is sitting in.

“It’s beautiful out here, Trenton…”

“Make me jealous why don’t you.”

Trenton Snow is Kayla’s boyfriend but where is he?  Well, he didn’t come to France with her.  GCW contractual obligations forced him to stay behind in the United States.  But they have kept in touch and Kayla is speaking with him now on the cell phone which is sitting on a small round table on the balcony.  Speaker phone is turned on.  And yes, Trenton is jealous of his girlfriend being in Paris, France without him right now.  Kayla cannot help but giggle out loud.

“Sorry!  But it really is a wonderful view!”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.  And I do miss you.”

Kayla grins from ear to ear.

“Awwwww, that’s sweet baby…”

She picks up the cell phone and kisses it before placing it back down on the table.  There is a pause, which causes Kayla to furrow her brow in confusion.

“Anything wrong, babe?”

“Kayla…did you just kiss the phone?”

Again Kayla giggles almost uncontrollably.

“Yes!  So what if I did?!”

“Didn’t realize you were that kind of romantic, that’s all.”

A smirk forms on Kayla’s face.

“There’s a great deal you don’t know about me yet, Mr. Snow, but I would be glad to tell you sometime.”

“I love the sound of that!”

There’s a smooching sound on the other end of the phone.  Again Kayla is left furrowing her brow in confusion.

“Trenton did you just…um…kiss the phone?”

“Maaaaaaaaybe…?”

Kayla giggles for a third time.

“Ha!  I knew it!”

Kayla continues giggling and even Trenton can be heard laughing on the other end of the phone.  Their jubilation, though, is short lived when a knocking is heard at the front door of Kayla’s hotel room.  She calms herself down with a sigh…

“I hate to say this, sweetie, but I have to go.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I have a visitor.”

“Not the monthly one, is it?”

Kayla frowns.

“No!  A visitor at my front door!”

Trenton can be heard laughing and even Kayla laughs eventually…

“I knew that.  Just call me back when you’ve gotten rid of him, ok?”

“Will do.  Bye…”

Kayla pushes a button on her phone to end the call.  Kayla Jones stands up and exits the balcony, re-entering the hotel room.  She leaves the balcony door open, for she plans to get rid of this person at her door real quickly and go back outside and call Trenton.  That’s the plan anyway.  But the best laid plans don’t always work out as planned.

Jones approaches the front door unlatches the lock.  She turns the knob and pulls the door open.  Standing in the doorway is a man with a crew cut blonde hair wearing a Carolina blue button up shirt, black dress pants, and black dress shoes.  He smiles politely at Kayla.

“Hi there, Kayla.  Do you remember me?”

“GO AWAY!”

Kayla slams the door shut in his face.   The fact that she did slam the door shut in his face and that she shouted “GO AWAY” at the top of her lungs tells us that yes, she definitely remembers this individual.  The man at the door is Oliver Hardy Jr.

The story of Oliver Hardy Jr. begins with his father, Oliver Hardy Sr.  Oliver Hardy Sr. already had one son when he took on the task of raising young Kayla as well after Bart Jones ran off to Russia, abandoning young Angelica and Kayla when they were just kids.  That one son was Oliver Hardy Jr.  And the unfortunate thing for both children, but mainly young Kayla, was that the elder Hardy was an abusive drunk…

…an abusive drunk who beat and molested Kayla on a seemingly regular basis.

Kayla had hoped she could move on from that nightmare when she grew old enough to move out of the Hardy Household and make her own way.  Modeling and later professional wrestling would be her salvation, allowing her to make her own way.  Kayla had truly thought that the nightmare of her past would stay gone for good.

But alas Oliver Hardy would return to Kayla’s life, kidnapping her and attempted to rape her again.  Kayla would end up killing him by plunging a knife into his throat.  No charges were filed; authorities chalked it up to self-defense, but that was yet another traumatic experience for Kayla nevertheless.

Yet again Kayla had hoped the nightmare would be over and yet again she would be proven fatally wrong as Oliver Hardy Jr. would reenter her life.  He blamed Kayla for his father’s death and technically he was right but he overlooked the circumstances surrounding the death.  It didn’t matter to him, though.  Kayla had killed his father and he wanted revenge.

Oliver Hardy Jr. would get severely injured in a wrestling match and he ended up in the hospital.  Oddly enough, he never did resurface after that injury.  And Kayla never did seek him out, either. She had hoped he would just go away…

…and yet there he is, at the front of her hotel room.

Kayla lunges towards her bed and jumps onto it, burying her face in the sheets and sobbing and weeping uncontrollably.  The last thing she needs right now is a reminder of her terrible past with this family.

“Kayla, please, let me in!”

“NO!  GO AWAY!”

“Kayla…?”

“GO AWAY OR I’LL CALL SECURITY!”

There is a long pause.  Kayla turns over and sits up in the bed.  She stares at the door, hoping and praying he’ll just go away…unfortunately she doesn’t get her wish…

“Kayla, just hear me out.”

“NO!”

“Please, Kayla, let me in and hear what I have to say and if you still want nothing to do with me after I’ve said all that I have to say then I swear to God I will go away and never associate with you or anyone in your family again.”

Kayla’s interest is now peaked.  Her gut instincts tell her to just make him go away, to just call security perhaps, but the possibility of never having to hear from him ever again as he promised does intrigue her.  Could it really hurt to hear what he was to say?

Jones gets up off of the bed and walks over to the front door.  Against her better judgment she turns the knob and opens the door.  Oliver Hardy Jr. is still standing there, only looking much more cautious than he originally was, considering Kayla’s initial reaction to seeing him.  Kayla steps aside to allow him access to the hotel room.

“Come in...you have thirty minutes…”

Oliver understands.  He nods his head and steps past Kayla and into the room.  He looks around at the room and smiles.

“Nice place, but it’s not a suite.”

He looks over at Kayla.

“Someone famous like you deserves a suite.”

“I’m here for my sister and for my niece.”

“Your sister and niece?”

Kayla nods her head.

“Yeah, they’re wrestling here tomorrow.  I’m not.”

“For a championship I bet.”

He grins.

“The Jones Family has always been very talented.”

“Marie is…you do remember Marie, right?  She’s the one that fucking asshole you call a father raped.”

Oliver Hardy sighs and nods his head.

“Yes, I remember…”

“Have you figured out that there’s no excuse for that son of a bitch’s actions?”

Again Oliver Hardy nods his head.

“Yeah, you’re right, there is no excusing that bastard’s actions.  And you were justified in putting an end to him those many years ago.  The world is, quite frankly, better off without him.”

Kayla sneers.

“Don’t play games with me, Oliver!”

She points an accusatory finger at him.

“You trained and became a pro-wrestler just so you could have an excuse to beat the hell out of me as revenge for killing your father!  Do you honestly think I’m buying this crap you’re selling me now?  Do you think I believe that you’ve changed?”

“In fairness, didn’t you and your sister just get through trying to convince everyone else in SCW that you had changed?”

Kayla rears back and slaps Oliver hard across his cheek.

“Don’t you fucking dare try that kind of game again or I’ll kick your god-damned teeth down your throat!  Are we perfectly fucking clear?!”

He sighs and nods his head, rubbing his cheek gingerly.

“Crystal.”

“Good, now get on with it because my patience with your bullshit is wearing thin!”

Oliver sighs and nods his head.  He motions to the bed.

“Can we sit down?”

“You can.  I prefer to stand.”

Oliver sighs and walks over to sit down on the edge of the bed.

“Kayla, I…I just…”

He sighs.

“…I honestly don’t know where to start.”

“Why don’t you start with telling me what the fuck happened to you after you injured your stupid ass self in the ring?”

Oliver again nods his head.

“Fine, I guess that’s as good a starting point as any.  I did get injured, yes, but it was mainly just a minor back injury, nothing that should have kept me out of wrestling for any long period of time.”

“So where the hell did you go?”

“I recognized that I was lucky for escaping that match as clean as I did.  But I also knew that it could have been worse, a lot worse, and all because I was hell bent on becoming a wrestler, not for competition, but because I wanted revenge against you.  I knew something was wrong…”

He taps his head.

“…I knew something was wrong up here.  I knew I needed to get some serious help so I started seeing a psychologist.”

“Did she tell you that you were batshit crazy?”

He chuckles lightly.

“Yeah, kind of…”

“Well I could have told you that.”

He sighs.

“Anyway, the psychologist told me that the anger I had developed towards you was misdirected.”

Kayla rolls her eyes.

“No shit!”

“No, no, I mean it.  I did adore my father but that adoration was misdirected because my mind only saw what I wanted to see.  I always wanted a loving father who would dote on me and take care of me and so, as an adult, subconsciously I made him into that; my mind chose to forget the truth.”

“Ok, you’re being cryptic now.  Clear this shit up or I’ll knock your teeth out!”

He chuckles.

“I never knew you could swear like this, Kayla.”

“It’s because you’re pissing me off!  Now get on with it!”

“Fine…the truth that my mind chose to forget is that…”

He looks down almost shamefully.

“…you weren’t the only one he beat and molested.”

Kayla’s face contorts in confusion and then into anger as she sneers down at Oliver.

“What the hell are you suggesting?”

“Just what I said.  He beat us both, Kayla.  He molested us both, Kayla.  You were never alone, you just thought you were.  And for a long time I thought I was alone, but now I realize we were never alone.”

He smiles warmly as he looks up at her.

“We have always had one another.  Do you remember when you went by the name Kayla Hardy?”

Despite herself Kayla does laugh a little bit at this memory.

“Yeah, I do…”

“We could have had a great relationship, you and I.  You were my foster-sister but we could have been close.  Closer than real siblings.  I want to go back in time and repair that relationship.  I guess that’s what I want.  I want you to be my sister again.”

Oliver had been doing ok for awhile, not drawing Kayla’s ire.  Unfortunately this causes Kayla to snap….

“NO!!!!”

In a move that looks all too similar to one of her vile kicks that she might utilize against Alexis Quinne on Breakdown, Kayla Jones leaps and then kicks him the side of his head.  Oliver immediately falls off the bed and hits the floor hard.  Kayla is breathing heavily, still not sure what she just did…eventually she returns to reality and realizes she just kicked his head off…

“Oh my God…”

Kayla kneels down and checks on him.  She still isn’t sure about him or his motives but she definitely didn’t want it to come to this.

“….are you ok?”

“Uhhh…”

“Thank God  you’re still breathing at least.”

“No…no thanks to…uh…no thanks to you…heh…”

With Kayla’s help he slowly and gingerly sits up.  He rubs his chin.

“That’s some kick you got there.  Ever thought of getting involved with MMA?”

Kayla smirks.

“I’ve been told that before.”

“You should give it some thought.”

Kayla helps him back onto the bed.  Kayla sits down next to him.  She sighs and shakes her head.

“Look, Oliver, I don’t know if you’re sincere or if you’re still playing games with me.  That’s part of the problem.  But I also don’t know if I can go through that terrible time in my life again and your mere presence is a constant reminder of what your father did to me.  And…”

She wipes tears out of her eyes.

“…and I’m not sure I can handle that.  So please, don’t approach me again.”

Oliver sighs and looks clearly despondent and disappointed but nods his head.

“I understand.  At least take this…”

He reaches into his pocket and produces a small card.  He hands it to Kayla which she takes and reads it out loud.

“Oliver Hardy: Attorney At Law.”

She looks curiously up at Oliver.

“You got your law degree?”

He grins.

“Yes, and it certainly pays much better than pro-wrestling did.  How do you think I was able to afford the property I own here in France?”

“You LIVE here?!”

He nods his head.

“Yeah, I live here now.  Well, not permanently.  I do still have a house in Massachusetts  It’d be difficult to practice law otherwise, right?  I moved out here because I knew you wanted nothing to do with me and so I figured I would give you what you wanted.  But when I learned you would be coming to Nimes for the UWA show I thought I could at least come see you and give it a shot.”

Oliver gets u p off of the bed and walks towards the door.  He places his hand on the door knob but then stops.  He turns his head to face Kayla.

“My work information is on the front, but I wrote my personal cell phone number on the back if you change your mind about us.”

“Yeah…thanks…”

“Oh and Kayla…”

He smiles warmly.

“You look good.”

“Thanks, Oliver.”

“Take care of yourself.  I mean that, because if anyone deserves happiness, it’s you.”

Oliver opens the door and exits the hotel room.  He shuts the door behind him.  Meanwhile Kayla takes the card and he gave her and walks over to the nearby trash can.  She is just about to drop it in when she hesitates…she looks at the cell phone number on the back…

…she then walks over to her purse, which is lying on the bed, and tucks the card inside.

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On Camera

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We open in front of an SCW logo backdrop.  Kayla Jones steps into the scene from stage right.  The lovely redhead is wearing denim blue jeans, black boots, and a Cleveland Cavaliers t-shirt.  Her long red hair hangs down unrestrained to just below the shoulders.  The warm, friendly smile that she oftentimes sports is not there right now.  She looks deadly serious with the almost angry glare etched across her beautiful face.

“Let me begin by making one thing abundantly clear.  Taking Hold of the Flame was never about the SCW World Tag Team Championships; not for me at least.  I wanted to restore the faith my fans once had in me.  I wanted to regain the respect I had once had amongst my peers before that ridiculous Free Botswana bullshit.  I take professional wrestling extremely serious and the moment people began to doubt me, the moment people began to think that I no longer cared about this sport, I knew I had gone too far and that I had to change.”

Kayla shakes her head.

“Autumn Valentine had even made fun of my sister and I heading into that match at Taking Hold of the Flame.  She thought we were “off of our medication”…whatever that means…”

She points at the camera.

“…I ask you now, Autumn; are you laughing now?  Do you have any funny jokes now?  I sure as hell don’t and I’m damn sure serious about what I do inside of that ring.  The Sisterhood may not have won but we pushed you and Winchester to your limits.  You knew you were in a war.  And whether you’re willing to admit it or not, you know we’re serious about our craft.”

The lovely red haired beauty nods her head.

“The world also knows now that yours truly, Kayla Jones, is serious about this sport known as professional wrestling.  Everything I do inside of the ring, I do because I love professional wrestling.  I have given so much for this sport.  I have sacrificed so much for this sport because I love it and would do anything for it.”

“This great sport is about competition and that’s what Angelica and I gave Gable and Autumn at Taking Hold of the Flame.  We gave them a good competitive fight and on that night the better team won.   On numerous occasions Angelica and I could have cheated to gain the upper hand and win it all but we didn’t.  It was a straight up and fair fight just like it should always be.”

Jones sighs, sounding almost disappointed with what she has to say next.

“Unfortunately, there are those who don’t give a damn about this sport, namely Alexis Quinne.”

That angry look turns into a sneer.

“Alexis Quinne represents everything that is wrong with professional wrestling.  You have utilized Dante McCaffery, Rudo, Grundy, and everyone else you can recruit for your generic faction rip off called PUNK HAZARD to help you win your matches.”

“What that says about you is that you can’t win without them.  That doesn’t come as a surprise to me, really.  I mean, clearly instead of doing any homework on your opponents or training for any wrestling matches, you’re busy with nonstop basketball bullshit tweeting session that ends in that ridiculous looking hashtag #DubNation…”

“…whatever the fuck that is…”

Kayla knows perfectly well what that is, she just refuses to give it any kind of notoriety or recognition.  To rub salt in the wound she twirls around, making sure the camera gets a good shot of her new Cleveland Cavaliers 2016 NBA Champions t-shirt.

“So if you can pull yourself away from social media for a moment, if you can pull your lips away from Golden State’s ass just a moment, why don’t you focus your precious little attention on me, because I’m the one who is going to bring your overinflated ego back into reality your dirty, grungy piece of shit.”

Jones stomps her right foot on the floor hard, causing echoes to be heard in the nearly empty studio.

“I’m also the one who is going to kick your teeth right down your throat.”

Jones angrily points a finger at the camera, as if pointing at Alexis herself.

“You’ve been making mistake after mistake after mistake your entire career.  PUNK HAZARD is just one such mistake.  That mistake tells the world two things; it tells them that you lack the physical abilities to get the job done on your own.  You need the assistance of your running buddies to get any kind of victory.  It also tells the world that you know deep down inside that this is true and that this tough bitch front you put out for the world to see is just a ploy, because the reality is that you know you need help.  You have self-doubt.”

“The entire world bore witness to this reality when Corey Jones made certain that your backup was not available to you.  And what happened?  You fell flat on your face, just as most intelligent wrestling observers knew you would.”

She laughs lightly, despite the anger that she’s feeling right now directed at Alexis Quinne.

“That’s another funny little secret, Alexis.  No one gives a crap about you.  Dante, Rudo, Grundy, they may care about you but that’s it.  No one outside of your little secret inbreeding society gives a rat’s ass about you.  No one cares because they know you are mediocre at best.  Why else have you never managed to make it to the epicenter of greatness in Supreme Championship Wrestling?  You’ve had backup from PUNK HAZARD for how long now and what have you accomplished?”

Kayla shakes her head.

“Nothing.”

“You have accomplished one great big pile of nothing and the world knows it’s because you can’t get it done on your own.  You could easily get it done on your own if you worked at it but you don’t want to; you want to take the easy path.  You want to take the shortcuts to success and those shortcuts are working out for you about as well as the shortcuts worked out for the Donner Party.”

“That is disrespectful to this sport I love and that alone is enough to piss me off and make me want to kick your ass.  It’s enough to make me want to beat some respect into you come Breakdown; because this sport is bigger than your arrogant bitch ass.  This sport is the reason why you enjoy the lifestyle you enjoy and you should learn to give it the respect it deserves.”

Kayla sneers angrily.

“Oh but then you decided to target my niece and that was the one singular mistake you never should have made.”

“Did you really think you could send your gang of cowardly wannabe mafia jackasses after Corey and not expect repercussions?  Now this isn’t about beating respect into your thick skull.  Now this is going to be me beating the shit out of you!”

“Funny, I had been a singles wrestler before I ever joined SCW.  All I wanted out of this was the opportunity to wrestle one on one again.  I wanted the opportunity to prove to the SCW fans that I am not just a tag team specialist; that I can get it done by myself as well.”

That sneer turns into an almost confident smirk.

“Now I have more incentive than just proving myself to the fans.  My incentive now is to kick your head off your shoulders and watch you bleed out, because that’s what you get for targeting my family you stupid bitch!”

She shakes her head.

“Out of all of the mistakes you have made, out of all of the mistakes you could have made, this is the single biggest mistake you could have made, because let’s be honest here, you didn’t just piss off one person.  You pissed off an entire family.”

Kayla chuckles lightly.

“I don’t need Donovan Kayl or Rocky O’Reilly…to back me up.  And I have absolutely no reason to fear PUNK HAZARD.  You want to know why?”

Just then fellow SCW superstar and the other half of The Sisterhood steps into view.  It’s Angelica Jones and she is wearing an elegant knee length purple short lace dress that features a sleek form fitting silhouette with a scalloped edge on the V-neckline and sheer long sleeves.  A sprinkle of sequins are scattered throughout to add just the right touch of sparkle.  Her feet are encased in black high heeled sandals.  Her eyes are covered by dark sunglasses.

“I have Angelica Jones…”

And that’s not all.  The Polish Firecracker Corey Jones steps into view next, standing on the other side of her mother and Kayla.  Corey is wearing a sleeveless dainty little black dress that features a unique round neckline and a floral lace overlay with a cutout back.  Her feet are encased in strappy black high heeled sandals.  Her long red hair hangs unrestrained to shoulder length.

“…I also have Corey Jones…”

And yet still that’s not all.  Coming into the scene to stand on the opposite end of Corey is Angelica’s eldest daughter, UWA superstar Marie Annabelle Jones.  Marie is wearing a beautiful delicate lace crimson red dress shaped into a lovely fit and flare detailed with a sheer yoke, dainty cap sleeves, and a striking back cutout.  Her feet are comfortably encased in a pair of black high heeled pumps.  Her long red hair hangs unrestrained to just below the shoulders.

“…and of course I have Marie Annabelle Jones.  She isn’t an SCW superstar so you may not know her as well, but let me tell you that she is Corey’s older sister and furthermore she is just as dangerous as her mother.  Sisters stick together, Alexis, family sticks together, something I thought you would know about but clearly you don’t because you pissed off the one family you should not have pissed off…”

Kayla waves her arms to motion to Angelica, Corey, and Marie, flanking her right and left sides.

“…I have Angelica Jones.  I have Corey Jones.  I have Marie Annabelle Jones.   They all want to kick your ass and kick PUNK HAZARD’s ass…”

She motions to herself.

“…and there’s me, the woman who is going to kick your teeth out on Breakdown while my two nieces and my sister keep your wannabe thugs distracted.  My name is Kayla Jones, and that is one name you will never EVER forget.”

The camera fades to black.