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The concrete floor is gray and
the walls are painted an off-white color, at least the walls that still have
paint on them, as most of the paint on the walls have begun to peel. There is a standard wrestling set up in the
center, weights scattered all over the floor.
At one of the far ends of the room is a red heavy bag. In the background we see a standard wrestling
ring. The ring has black ropes and a
black apron but the mat is a Carolina sky blue.
Breakdown was a victorious one
for Kayla Jones as she defeated Lexi Von Aaron in one on one action. Now the younger member of the Sisterhood
heads into Apocalypse as she takes part in an eight person tag team match with
Konrad Raab, Donovan Kayl, and Tommy Valentine as her partners against Shilo Valiant,
Lexi Von Aaron, Justin Davis, and Memphis Cade.
Kayla is grateful to be booked
for the pay per view. She is happy with
the chance to compete for her fans. And
yet, at the same time, she does have a sense of disappointment. She was hoping she and Angelica would be
competing for a tag title shot.
Unfortunately that didn’t happen because they failed to defeat The
Honour Code. Now Angelica Jones is busy
competing for the Adrenaline Championship against Christy Matthews and Kayla is
placed in a hastily thrown together eight person tag team match.
Times like this make Kayla wish
she weren’t even booked at all for Apocalypse.
Still, she has a match and she does not want to let her teammates down,
nor does she want to let her fans down.
So she should prepare. She should
train.
And there’s no one better to
prepare Kayla for this match than her older sister Angelica.
“Harder! Harder!”
Angelica exclaims as she watches
her sister continues to pound away.
“You have four opponents, opponents who are NOTHING to you!
Opponents who are BENEATH YOU! Picture
them on that heavy bag and show them why they are BENEATH YOU!”
Kayla nods her head as she
continues to throw hands. A few moments
later Angelica hops up off of the ring apron and approaches her younger
sibling.
“Ok, stop.”
The younger Jones does as she is
told and stands there, catching her breath as she waits on her next
instructions. Angelica points to a bar
with weights attached.
“Lift the weights.”
“How many?”
“Just until I say stop.”
Jones kneels down and picks up
the bar. Then she begins to lift, up and
down, up and down; Angelica smiles with pride as she watches her sister and tag
team partner perform as instructed. After about twenty reps, Kayla puts the bar
down. Angelica frowns.
“Did I say you could stop?
Keep going.”
“Not right now.”
Kayla states in between deep
breaths. Angelica sighs, sounding rather
frustrated. She points back down at the
weights.
“Get back to it. You can’t
rest.”
“Angel, this is different.”
Kayla walks over to the ring
apron and sits down. Angelica
frowns. She joins her over by the ring
apron.
“What’s wrong, Kay?”
“It’s just that this match…the one at Apocalypse…I don’t see the
point.”
“It’s a match, Kayla. You’re
booked so you have to compete and furthermore you have to win.”
“Do I?”
Kayla sighs.
“You have an Adrenaline Championship match, sis. But me? I’m in a rather hastily and randomly thrown
together eight person tag.”
“It’s not as simple as that.”
“Isn’t it? You and Christy
have had some reason to fight building up to this match. But outside of my one match against Lexi Von
Aaron this past Breakdown I really have no history with any of these people I’m
fighting. None.”
Kayla shakes her head.
“So I ask, what’s the point?”
Angelica chuckles. Kayla sneers.
“What’s so funny about my situation?”
“I’m sorry, it’s just that you’re beginning to sound like me! I’m supposed to be the one bitching about not
getting a good match on the card and you’re supposed to be convincing me everything
is ok. But now the tables have turned
and I find it rather funny. That’s all.”
“Well it’s not funny!”
Kayla snaps angrily at her
sister and walks back over to the heavy bag.
She goes back to her vicious kicks and strikes on the bag. Angelica watches with wide eyed awe at the bag
taking the abuse. Angelica snickers.
“If you deliver that kind of punishment to your opponents at
Apocalypse, they don’t stand a chance.”
At first Kayla wants to snap
back at Angelica. But then her features
soften as she starts laughing. She also
stops kicking away at the heavy bag.
“Thanks…and sorry for snapping at you, sis. I’m just frustrated, that’s all. This wouldn’t have been a problem had we
beaten Honour Code. You know?”
Angelica nods her head.
“I know, but it is what it is and I think right now the best thing
you can do is just make the best of this situation.”
“Easy for you to say. You
have a championship match.”
“I know…”
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Kayla’s day of training with her
sister Angelica was quite tiring. It
wore her out and she immediately went back to her hotel to get an early start
on sleep before waking up the next day for a final day of training. Thankfully, she had her fiancée Trenton Snow
with her. Trenton publicly acts like a
prick but privately he is very sweet and caring to Kayla. Kayla is grateful to have him.
Kayla Jones is wearing a pair of lacey
black panties and a matching lace bra. She stands in front of a mirror in
her hotel room. She lets out a sigh, a sigh that speaks of the
disappointment she is feeling right now. Out of the corner of her eye she notices
her soon to be husband Trenton Snow approaching from behind. He stops and
starts to massage her shoulders. Kayla smiles out of pleasure and she
shuts her eyes.
“Ah, that feels good babe…”
“Anything to make my future wife feel
like the special woman she is.”
“Well, maybe you can help put my mind
at ease about a problem I have.”
“What’s on your mind, Kay?”
Kayla sighs and shakes her head.
“It’s Apocalypse. My sister has a
legit match. A championship match but that’s not even important. Her
match is important, meaning everyone knows why they’re fighting. But I
look at my match…”
She chuckles.
“...an eight person tag with partners
whom, outside of Donovan Kayl, I have zero history with, against opponents
whom, outside of one match with Lexi Von Aaron, I have zero history with.”
She throws her arms up in
frustration.
“You
don’t get any more random than that! But then, should I just be grateful
to have a spot on the card? I don’t know. Am I just being bitchy,
Trenton?”
“Of
course not. Anyone as accomplished as you deserves better than this match.
Konrad has a score to settle with Shilo. You beat Lexi in the so called Ginger
Wars Phatom of the Ginger or whatever your sister was calling it.”
Trenton lets out of chuckle.
“Beyond
that, on the surface, nope, you have no personal reason to kick someones head
off. BUT you do have a business reason to feel invested. Without sounding too
GCW Trenton, that guy is a prick. Shilo is a former Heavyweight, United States,
and recent Television Champion. Memphis Cade is the current number one
contender for the Television Championship. Justin Davis and Lexi hold no value
whatsoever. Then again Lexi is a former contender for the WORLD TAG TEAM
CHAMPIONSHIPS...”
He pauses, allowing World Tag Team
Championship to linger in the air.
“Now,
I’m not saying beating that thrown together group of misfits will get you
any closer to your tag aspirations. There is a very real chance Angelica wins
the Adrenaline Championship, while it's true that doesn’t disqualify you from
tag consideration. Her time will be divided. What is that going to leave you,
Kay? More than likely competing in random matches until Angelica loses the
Adrenaline, should she win. Emotionally, I understand your disappointment. You
need to look at this through an intellectual lens. Not an emotional one. We’re
not going to get what we want all the time.”
Kayla smiles. She kisses Trenton
on his cheek.
“Thank
you. I needed that. A win is a win, after all, and a win is
always…”
She smirks.
“...best
for business.”
Trenton kisses her.
“Amen.”
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Flashback to
Rise To Greatness, the pre-show to be precise; you had me in a match that I did
not particularly care for, a match I did not want. Hell, that night I would have rather have
been left off the card than be booked in that match. It just seemed so pointless to me. I did not want to be in a Women’s Title
Contender’s Match because I did not want the Women’s Title. I badly a return to the tag team division with
my sister Angelica Jones.
I could have
just said nothing. And I probably should
have. But I opened my mouth and I made
my feelings about that match known. In
doing so I disrespected those who compete in that division. Hell, I disrespected anyone and everyone who
fights and claws just to get a spot on the Rise To Greatness card. It may have been the pre-show, but at least I
got a spot on the card and I showed how ungrateful I was.
Yeah, I
admit it, I was wrong. You can’t fault me
for feeling that way, but at the same time I never should have said what I
said. And now, as I head into
Apocalypse, talk is swirling that I may pull another stunt like that…
…not this
time.
It is an
honor to be a part of Supreme Championship Wrestling, the greatest wrestling
promotion out there, and it is an honor to compete for the fans each and every
night regardless of what’s at stake, regardless of what division it may be
in. This match at Apocalypse, and every
match for that matter, is important because we all get the opportunity to put
on a show for the fans.
Tommy, Donovan,
Konrad, and I have the best team. We are
dedicated, we are determined, and we all want the same thing. We all have that same goal of victory at
Apocalypse. And one thing all three of
my partners know that they can count on is that they will get the absolute best
of Kayla Jones coming into this eight person tag. I will never shirk my responsibility. I will never quit or give up on anyone. I will always show up with my 110% best
effort.
And I will
always show up with my lethal feet, ready to kick someone’s head off. Just ask Lexi Von Aaron, who had to pick her
teeth up off of the canvas this past Breakdown.
Expect more of the same,
Lexi. Expect more of my feet down
your throat. But I already explained why
you are pathetic and idiotic, so I won’t waste anyone’s time going back over
those points. Just know that I will kick
your teeth down your throat at Apocalypse.
Now let me
focus on someone who actually is worth my time, a person I could respect...Justin
Davis.
Justin Davis
isn’t new to the Jones family, either.
My sister beat his ass at Rise To Greatness. Granted, she didn’t win it the right way, but
a win is a win, I guess. Besides, I get
the chance to right that wrong. I get
the chance to own a victory over you fair and square. I can beat you the right way.
You want
Boston tough and Boston strong, Davis?
Just look at me! I suffered a
broken neck and other neck injuries and I came back each and every time! No matter how much pain and punishment I
endure, I keep coming back for
more! Just like the city of Boston could
not be kept down by a cowardly bomber, I cannot and will not ever be kept
down! You will learn that the hard way
at Apocalypse!
And I hate
it for you, Justin, I really do, but at Apocalypse you are saddled with some
ridiculous partners. Ridiculous partners
like Memphis Cade.
Sexual Savior? Sex God?
Pardon me while I vomit…
…
…ok, I’m
back. Now let me educate you, you flatulent
piss of shit. I am a former two time
World Champion. I have been inducted
into two pro-wrestling halls of fame. And
you want to sing my sister’s praises? Fine,
she deserves it. But here’s a little piece
of information few people know and that my sister will kill me for revealing…
…I have
wrestled Angelica Jones. Three
times. You know how many times I beat
her?
Three times.
There is a point
to all of this, you dumb fuck, so stop thinking with your dick and start
thinking with your head and maybe you’ll figure it out. I may not have made my own mark here in SCW,
I give you that, but I have already made my own mark in the sport of
pro-wrestling as a great singles athlete, I have run wrestling companies, I
have trained future generations of wrestlers, and I am now a manager of
champions. I have done it all and
regardless of how my SCW career ends, I will go down in history as among the
best to ever grace this great sport.
As far as
SCW goes, I just want to be SCW World Tag Team Champion again. So yeah, I AM content in that regard. Ultimately I don’t care what you and your
pompous ilk think. I don’t need to
prove you or anyone else wrong. I’ve
already proven myself. I proved myself
before you got a start in this damn business.
Do your
homework next time, you overcompensating pervert, and then maybe you won’t look
like a total dumbass.
As for Shilo
Valiant, you were a great SCW Television Champion, I’ll give you that, but that’s
done. It’s over with. All you have left is this eight person
tag. I have no beef with you. In fact, like Justin Davis, I pity you. You have to work with the likes of the
overcompensating sexual shitface and the ditzy dumbass. Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dumb won’t work in
your favor.
But Donovan
Kayl? He and I may have had
disagreements in the past, but we’ve also gone to war against one another. The Sisterhood beat Standing Room Only for
the SCW World Tag Team Championship so I know just how good Kayl is. And I will proudly stand by his side at
Apocalypse as we fight this war.
Tommy
Valentine was one championship short at Rise To Greatness to becoming a Supreme
Champion, having won every title available to an athlete in SCW. That speaks of his accomplishments and his
greatness. I look forward to fighting
with him at Apocalypse.
Konrad Raab
is a fighter’s fighter. You don’t find
many fighters like him anymore who keep to the true tradition of the
sport. Kayl, Valentine, Raab, and I will
stand side by side and go to war for the tradition of the sport, the true
tradition of the sport…
…not for
some stupid social media hashtag hype…
…not for
someone who clearly has penis envy…
…and not for
pure entertainment purposes…
…we fight
for honor, we fight for tradition, and we fight to kick your teeth right down
your throat!
