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| Priest (c) VS Jessica Wallace; Overdrive 13 Alt Title Match 7-9-2013 | |
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OVERDRIVE 13 Live July 9th From the Birmingham-Jefferson Convention Center RP DEADLINE Tuesday July 2nd 11:59pm Central time Main Event…..Alternative Title Match Three Stages of Hell Match Submission, Hardcore, and Ladder Match Priest © Versus Jessica Wallace (Dragasha) At Slammed on Memorial Day Priest didn’t win the SCW Tag titles but he did manage to unseat Jessica Wallace as the Alternative champion. Jessica didn’t take the loss lightly, and many have said she is becoming very unstable. However she does have a rematch clause and she’s taking it. Will Priest be able to defeat Jessica a second time, proving his win wasn’t just a one-time thing? Or will Jessica regain the thing that is most precious to her….the SCW Alternative title? RP FIRST DEADLINE: Monday July 1st at 1159pm Central Time RP SECOND DEADLINE: Tuesday July 2nd at 1159pm Central Time SEGMENTS WELCOMED!!! |
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-|Last Rites|- This is your last chance Jessica. The last time we faced off, I beat you in a match that you requested. You did everything you could but in the end I came out the victor and took your Alternative Championship. See Jessica, I told that if you played with powers that you didn't understand you would crash and burn. It looks like I was right. Now you have revoked your rematch clause and we will face off again on different battle grounds. This time we will face off in a three stages of hell match. I know you think you have your bases covered but think again. If you couldn't beat me in your own creation, what makes you think you can beat me in a match that I made famous? I've been in the most brutal wars known to man but unlike you, I have the track record to prove it. From what I've seen from you, you're in this match just to win your title back. I'm in this match because I'm the best at what I do. I excel in the hardcore and submission style and guess what the first two stipulations are? You guessed it. Submission and hardcore. So I want you to listen to me and I want you to listen to me very carefully. I'm going to break you down piece by piece. I'm going to break you down mentally, physically, and emotionally. I'm the master of mind games Jessica and when you face again, you will find out why I am known as the most feared superstar this industry has ever known. So enjoy your last days Jessica. For after Overdrive is over you will be just another statistic. |
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| Kinvar | Jul 4 2013, 12:00:42 AM Post #3 |
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You’re nothing. You can’t do it. You’re weak. You can’t win. You will never get it back. Jessica sat up quickly, waking and dispelling the ghosts. In the darkness, she was alone again. The nightmare was a recurring one, ever since the night she had lost her Alternative Championship. The voices would torment her to no end until she either awakened or became able to tone them out. It was usually the former, however. It had been weeks since the Dragon Priestess had been able to sleep soundly. Slowly, she was being driven insane by the nightmares. Jessica got out of the bed and left her bedroom. She had been sleeping at her sister’s home ever since blowing up Tendonin Manner in her plot to kill her husband, Lucius Tendonin, which had been a success. She could have stayed at her personal estate, but she didn’t want to be alone. Having slept nude after her shower, she quickly pulled on some fresh undergarments and reached for her robe. In the darkness of the Parma Heights home, Jessica padded to her older sister’s bedroom. Pushing the door open quietly, Jessica peered into her sister’s bedroom. Ashley was asleep, laying on her back on one side of her king size, breathing lightly on the cooling air. A habit Jessica also had, even under the A/C, Ashley was covered by a light sheet. Jessica smiled as she slipped into the room and closed the door. Removing her robe, Jessica hung it over the back of a chair and lightly crawled into the bed with her sister. Ashley rolled over and looked at her…or seemed to be looking at her. When they were younger, Ashley had learned how to sleep with her eyes open, because it would freak their mom out. Jessica lifted the sheet, sliding over next to her sister and got a bit of a shock. Ashley was in the buff. Rolling her eyes, Jessica lay on her back and firmly clasped her hands over her stomach. She was quite nearly asleep, until… Ashley: Jessica? Jessica groaned now, having been very near sleeping again, even if it would be a nightmare infested sleep. She opened her eyes and looked at her sister. Jessica: Da? Ashley: Nightmares again? Jessica: Yes. And, a bit lonely. Ashley sat up and pulled Jessica into a hug. Jessica made a face in the darkness and Ashley felt her face muscles moving. Jessica: Uhm…sister… Ashley: Yes? Jessica: What exactly were you dreaming about? Ashley: Why do you ask? Awkwardly, Jessica conveyed her feelings about her nude sister hugging her so tightly. Ashley laughed and pulled her younger sister even closer. The two sat up for an hour, chatting. Afterward, they both settled down and went to sleep, but not before Jessica made Ashley put on some undergarments, at the least. *********** In the Dragon Training Camp, it was about noon, and nearing the end of the day. Jessica was in her private quarters, training her newest Dragon, intimately. Princess Ameera was very skilled, and having been trained by the Dragon, such skills would be fearsome one day. Jessica had offered to give Ameera private sessions and to help her hone her style. Today, Jessica was teaching Ameera a new Submission she had created specifically for her Saudi Arabian Dragon. Bending Ameera over her knee, backwards, Jessica reached around her thigh and Ameera’s torso and clasped her hands and began squeezing. Ameera grunted in pain. Jessica: That’s what happens when you do it wrong. Try it again. Several attempts later, Ameera had mastered the hold. She rested on her knees as Jessica lectured her further about Dragonhood and the responsibilities that come with the honor. Jessica: …excel at all elements of combat, though we each have our specialties. I am a high flyer, primarily, Candice relies heavily on her MMA background, and my sister Ashley is based through her mat wrestling skills. Looking at you, Ameera, I can tell that with even further training, you will be one of our Submissionists. You have the natural instinct at twisting the body up into a painful shape, but your craft is a bit sloppy and needs honing. In time, it will come. Now, my Dragon…let’s go find you a car…. ***************** Several days after the Training Camp, Jessica, Ameera, Candice, and Ashley boarded a jet. Not just any jet, though. Not the jet Jason had loaned her, nor the ScramJet he owned. No. As the Line went through the checks at Hopkins and arrived at the Tendonin 3 Holdings hangar, they were beholding the beauty of a $65,000,000 Gulfstream G650 jet. The black fuselage gleaned under the hangar ceiling lights, and each of the Dragon’s names had been affixed in a special golden paint to the sides of the fuselage. Ashley: Jessica…it’s fucking beautiful. Candice: One must concur with your sibling, Jessica. Ameera: My husband and I have two of these, I believe. It is a Gulfstream, yes? Jessica: That’s correct, Ameera. A G650, or G6. We’re doing quite a hop, today, and I figured it would be nice to put it to its first Dragon use, by flying in it for a special Dragon Occasion. To the rear of the hangar, the jet Jason had loaned Jessica was still there, as he hadn’t had it sent to his hangar yet. In addition, there was a much smaller craft, but it was covered by a large tarp. Jessica looked at it before turning to the group. Jessica: Okay, ladies. Listen up. As you know, there are several important aspects of being a Dragon. The first, though I have recently broken it down, is to be a woman. We’re all women here. Mas is busy with an assignment I sent him on. Second, you must be either a wrestler or a fighter. While we’re all wrestlers, Candice is the only one with the distinction of also being a fighter. Third, the Dragon Championship Alliance. All Dragons, past and present, are members of the DCA, and as such, their membership is validated through their Dragon Championship, which was given to them upon their ascension. Everyone, please don your Dragon Championship. Jessica paused as everyone reached into their bag and removed their belt. She too donned her and when she looked up, everyone had theirs on. She continued. Jessica: Now, this provision, I’ll say, is quite unique. Each Dragon is to pick out a car, and become one with it. I drive a custom built Challenger, Candice a CL65 AMG, and Ashley a Camaro. Recently, we gained a new sister, the very talented Princess Ameera. She’s gone through two stages. Stage One, becoming a Dragon. Stage Two, be gifted a Dragon Championship. Stage Three will now commence. As we all know, Stage Three is getting a car to symbolize Dragonship. Today, Ameera gets her wheels. That’s why I called you three here today. We’re going to take a trip. It’s time to go, so let’s get moving. Ameera and Candice nodded and began boarding the Jet, but Ashley hung back to chat with Jessica. Ashley: Is it a good idea for you to be flying? Jessica: I’ll be fine, sister. Ashley: Just try not to overexert yourself today. The doctor said not to get too excited, and you already have that issue anyway. Jessica: I said I am fine. With that, Jessica began boarding, and Ashley stared after her younger sister for a few seconds before following. After several moments, the jet taxied out of the hangar and lined up with the runway and began preparing for liftoff. Moments later, the G6 was in the sky, on its way to the United Arab Emirates. *************** 18 hours in the air, the four women had taken two or more naps each. They were all napping when the pilot came on the PA and announced they were preparing to land. Pilot Warren: Ladies, this is John Warren, your captain and pilot speaking. If you would be so kind as to strap yourselves in if you aren’t already. We are now on final approach to Dubai International Airport. We will be landing momentarily. Thank you, and I hope you enjoyed your flight. The jet landed smoothly and without issue. With Princess Ameera onboard, the jet was cleared to land immediately, the clarification code being received when they were an hour out from DXB. After reaching ground speed, the jet was guided by radio to the Royal Hangars section of the airport. Upon disembarkation, the four women descended the ladder and began stretching. They’d been airborne for three quarters of a day, and it was noon, local time. Jessica: So, was this jet worth sixty five million dollars, ladies? Ashley: Mios dio…Sister…did you really? Jessica: Si. Sixty Five strong. Terel think his father’s G3 is nice, wait until motherfuckers back stateside see this beast. Ameera: It is a very nice aircraft indeed. As I said, my husband and I have two of them. One is strictly for entertaining clients, while the other we hold for personal use. Candice: It was a very smooth ride and a landing and takeoff that were nearly as smooth. As the four of them stood in the hangar chatting and laughing, a white HUMMER limo glided toward them, turning and stopping. Jessica looked at the Princess. Jessica: Ameera? Ameera: My husband, perhaps. Jessica: Well then, let’s not offend his hospitality by simply standing here! The four Dragons took several steps and as they neared the HUMMER Limo, the door opened upward. Jessica looked at Ashley and nodded. Climbing inside, the women saw that this limo was not like others. Diamonds, jewels, gold, everywhere. There was as much gold and diamonds inside the HUMMER as possible. When they had all entered and closed the door, the driver let the window down and spoke to them in Arabic. Ameera looked at Jessica slyly. Ameera: Master, I don’t suppose this language is one of your many talents? He wants to know where we are going. Jessica: It’s a place called Exotic Cars, on Sheikh Zayed Road. Ameera nodded and turned toward the driver, about ten feet away. Ameera: Salam. Exotic Cars, Sheikh Zayed share’a. The driver nodded and began closing the divider and the hummer began rolling out of the airport. Along the ride, the four women talked excitedly. Today, Ameera was getting her car, which would make her a full fledged Dragon. After a while, they had arrived at the car showroom. Candice and Ashley were the first to exit as they arrived. Jessica and Ameera stayed inside the limo a moment longer to speak privately. Jessica: Ameera, today is a very important day. Ameera: Yes, master, of course. Jessica: This is one of the largest collections of exotic cars in the entire region. When we go in here, I want you to find something special. Anything you see, you can have it. Ameera nodded and they both climbed out. The four entered the showroom, and after a moment, a tall, thick man came toward them, a smile partially hidden by his thick beard. His ID named him the owner. Owner: Well I’ll be. The Dragon’s Honor my place of business with their presence. Jessica: Salam. Owner: Salam, Ms. Wallace. Jessica smiled and nodded. This was not an old fan of hers. This was a man who kept up with her career and all the places she was going. Owner: So, looking to trade up from that Challenger, are we? Jessica: No, not now. Today, the Princess is looking. Owner: I see. Well, my Name is Mohammed Badawi, and it is my sincere hope that you can find something here, your Highness. Princess Ameera: But of course. I can already see the One-77 over there would be a very nice addition. Badawi: Would you ladies like me to accompany you, or would you like to look around alone? Jessica: Alone is fine, sir. Badawi: Of course. If you require any assistance, my clerks will be more than happy. Jessica and the group began walking around, and Badawi went to the desk and spoke to the clerk. Badawi: Adil, those are some of the richest people to ever come in here. Don’t let them leave unsatisfied. Adil: Yes sir. Ameera: Jessica? What about this Granturismo Sport? Jessica turns and looks toward the black car that had a sporty, yet aggressive looking front end. After contemplating it, she shook her head. Jessica: It’s likely only spitting out 454, if it’s a 2013. Need something higher Ameera nodded and kept looking. Jessica returned to the Lamborghini she had been looking at. It was true that this day was for Ameera to choose a vehicle, but there was definitely room for Jessica to acquire another car. With a sigh, she remembered that one of her Dragons already had a Lambo. She then began looking at the Bentley’s and Ferrari’s. AJ had a Ferrari and Bentley was…not her type. Then, something else caught her eye. SSC Tuatara, the name plate in front of it said. Jessica read the information on the car, and was more than mildly impressed. Thinking about the numbers, she decided she had to have it. The car spat out more than twice what her Challenger did, and had a top speed of 267. She was about to call for the clerk when Ameera called her. The Paraguayan went to the other side of the showroom to see the car Ameera was looking at. As soon as Jessica saw it, she knew Ameera had found her car. It was a W Motors Lykan HyperSport. One of the most expensive, fastest and rarest cars in the world, it was fitting of both a Dragon and a Saudi Arabian princess. Ameera took it out for a test run, but she had already decided she wanted it, and with Jessica’s approval, it was official. After buying the Lykan and the SSC, Jessica and Ameera was astonished to see that Ashley was buying the Maserati they had looked at earlier. After taking care of all the paperwork, the foursome reloaded the Hummer and decided to hit the city, and in a big way. By the time they returned to the airport six hours later, Jessica was so drunk she had to be carried onto the G6. After one of the pilots, who was also a volunteer fireman, checked the leader of the order out and assessed that she was at least fit for the transcontinental flight, they received skyward clearance and the jet taxied onto the runway. Moments later, the G6 was in the air, heading back to America. ********************* Two days after returning to America, the Dragon’s were assembling, about to head out and get Ameera familiar with her new car. Jessica was leading the pack as they sped across I90 at speeds in excess of 140mph. Ashley and Jessica were not running their new vehicles; instead, they were pushing their mainstay Challenger and Camaro. The line of cars roaring down the interstate panicked other drivers to the shoulder as the Dragons made their way across I90. Ashley was right behind Jessica, her red Camaro easily keeping up with the custom built Challenger. As they were about a mile out from Dead Man’s Curve, Jessica motioned for Ashley to come up beside her, so she did so. Both rolled their windows down. Jessica: She’s looking good back there. Ashley: Si! She’s putting that thing through its paces like a champion. Jessica: She’s not ready for the Dragon Race yet, but she definitely knows how to roll for a girl from a country where women aren’t allowed to drive. Ashley: She’s a bit advanced in age for Dragon training, but she did come through with flying colors. She’s already almost our age. We need to get her somewhere that she can start out modestly and be allowed to develop the right way. Jessica: That’s true, and I’m not exactly sure SCW is the place for her. I’ll have to figure something out, though. Ashley nodded, and then she turned her head to look at her sister, and then it began happening. It all happened so fast, but Ashley would remember the event with painful clarity for many years to come. Each time she would remember it, she watch it happen in slow motion. As the Dragon took the 35MPH turn at Dead Man’s Curve on I90 at over 100MPH, something went wrong with Jessica’s car. Although speeding through the turn at a rate of speed that was severely beyond what was recommended, the leader of the Order of the Dragon didn’t suffer from the turn. Coming out of it, Ashley at her side, Candice and the rest of the Dragon behind her, Jessica straightened her Challenger out. And then it began. Jessica’s Challenger was custom built, from the ground up. The beast came with both rear brakes and 4Way brakes. As Ashley had looked at Jessica, the front left brake jammed, followed by the front right brake. The result was that the back end of the car skyrocketed. The car began tumbling and rolling, with Jessica inside it. Ashley’s heart began pumping in excess of 110 bpm. Traffic ahead moved out of the way of the tumbling car which seemed to actually be picking up speed. Ashely: Jessica! No! Ashley screamed as she pushed the accelerator down, to keep up with the now doomed Challenger. The other Dragon’s saw the hell happening and they fell back, but Ashley sped up. Ashley reached for her CB and hailed Candice. Ashley: Candice, call for help! I’m gonna try to stop her! Candice: Already called! This is— Ashley turned off the CB and sped up. She needed to get in front of Jessica. The Camaro roared as it sped up, Ashley’s eyes wet with tears as she feared for her younger sister. She finally pulled alongside the tumbling Challenger. Jerking away from it and then slamming into it, Ashley was trying to slow it down by pushing it into the barricade. It didn’t work the way she had planned. As she was preparing for a second ram, she heard sirens in the distance, Police sirens. Ashley: Oh god, no… Up ahead, traffic was backed up…and Jessica was heading straight for them. Looking in her rearview mirror, Ashley was able to glimpse three black blurs as they shot past her. The three Cleveland Police Mobility Unit Chargers were high end vehicles capable of dealing with street races and were often called in for crashes. Ashley was not sure what they were going to do, but she was even more astonished when she heard her name. CPMU Officer: Ashley Wallace, back away!! Ashley did as told, slowing down and watched the three Chargers. Two for them kept going and then swerved and turned around, racing back. The third crept up on the Challenger and when it hit the ground at a certain angle, the Charger rammed it, and held its push, ramming the still rolling Challenger toward the two Chargers that had now turned sideways. Amazingly, Ashley watched as it worked. They stopped her. It was unorthodox, but it worked. The three units then backed away from the Challenger, which was amazingly sitting right side up, and then began rolling out. They were gone as fast as they had arrived. Ashley quickly arrived next to Jessica’s challenger and jumped out of her Camaro. Racing on foot to the driver door, Ashley saw that the safety cocoon had deployed, but she couldn’t be sure if it had worked and protected Jessica. She couldn’t get the doors open. Ashley heard sirens in the distance again, and as Candice and the other Dragon’s arrived, Ashley collapsed right next to the Challenger. [align=center]To be continued...[/align] |
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-|Last Rites|- In my years as a professional wrestler, there's always been a certain mystic that surrounds certain individuals. A certain air of immortality that follows them no matter where they go, no matter what kind of life they lead, and no matter what promotion they choose to be in throughout their careers. That feeling that no matter how old they become or how many years that go by; the person that they once were, the message they once perservered, lives on as freely as it did when they first started in this business. If you've been in this business for any length of time, the passion and the fire that burns from within never dies. It stays with you because it's your passion and that's who and what you are. A power that will always be fresh and never weakened through age because that is the power of a true professiona wrestler. In the time I've been in this business only a few individuals can say that they have that passion that I'm talking about. Few men and women can draw in the crowds that sell out arenas night in and night out. Few men and women are willing to go that extra mile even if their body is riving in pain. Few men and women are willing to die for this business. Trust me if you're a fan of this business you'll be able to see who loves this business and who doesn't. As sadistic as my career has been, I've always strived to entertain the fans no matter if I'm cheered or if I'm booed. I don't do this because I have to. I do this because I LOVE this business. I strive to maintain that level of excellence. The person who remains even if the promotion is crumbline from within. Even after two decades in this business I still strive to maintain that same level of excellence. I may talk a lot of trash and play a lot of mind games with my opponents, but in the end it always about business. Even if I do lose or I get laid out, I pick up the pieces and get back to doing what I do best; kicking ass and taking names. I have pushed myself to be the most feared for ages. A loss to me is nothing more than a victory because I know at the end I always win. Yes I have suffered many losses, but I have accomplishments that are unparallel to most individuals in this sport. Yet there is one person who is trying to be something that she is not. A person who believes that reverting her ways makes her a more vicious individual. That is further from the truth. I say this because I've lived my entire career in darkness and turmoil and this person doesn't understand the meaning of either word. The last time we faced, I took her title in a match that she created. A match that she thought she could kill my spirit. Now she has challenged me to another match in which I made famous. The person I'm talking about is Jessica Wallace. Ever after losing her title to me she continues to fight just as I would've if I were in her shoes. She has a huge chip on her shoulder and she knows that this is her last chance at redemption. In my career, I have never faced someone such as Jessica Wallace. I would go as far as the say that she reminds me of myself with one exception. I understand the powers of darkness and she doesn't. I will give her one ounce of gratitude. She was the once who awakened the beast that was sleeping for all these years. She was the one who brought me back. But now that I have awakened, she must pay for her sins. It has been said many times, "Keep your allies close, but keep your enemies closer." That saying holds true for Ms. Wallace. For she held the Alternative Championship for an impressive five or six months. However, while that accomplishment is legendary her time is over. My time is just beginning. Ms. Wallace can say things to make her believe that she has a chance to win her title back, but as she is about to find out; you can't kill a soul who does not wish to die. ________________ It is well established that Jessica Wallace isn't going into this Three Stages of Hell match at the prime of her career. Here is a woman that literally fell from her pedestal harder than any one could have imagined her doing when Priest rested her title away from her at Slammed on Memorial Day. A woman who had absolutely everything going for her and let it all slip away into the shadows of her own greed. However, what's more astounding is how she hides behind a disguise that she knows nothing about is committing career suicide. Jessica Wallace is the prime example of what happens when you let greed take over a peaceful mind. She had it all. Respect. Fame. Admiration from the fans. But all that went out the window when she decided to slip into her own fantasy world of darkness. That's right. i said fantasy because Jessica Wallace knows nothing of what embracing the darkness can truly bring you. But like all who fall into her catagory, her bright future was cut short because now she has to fight a man who truly is the devil himself. Unlike Jessica Wallace, I've learned to embrace the darkness head on and take full advantage of it's powers. For to be truly a monster, you have to accept the darkness from within. I accepted its power a long time ago and I have no regrets. The difference between me and Jessica is that I accept the opportunities that are given to me. I don't accept them just because it will benefit my career. I do this because I love it not because I have to do it. On Jessica's hand, she's alienated her friends. She's abandoned her family; though she still keeps in contact with her sister but even she is afraid her. Not afraid of her physically, rather she's afraid of her self destructing behavior. Once respected and revered by many, Jessica is just another person trying to reclaim the glory she once had. It's sad because Jessica isn't fighting just because she nees her title back. She's fighting because she knows that with it, she controls her own fate and possibly the fate of the SCW as well. But here's where the problem comes into play. The title she once wore is now controlled by the most sadistic individual the SCW has ever seen. Jessica knows I'm a threat and she knows that her mind games won't work on me. For I'm the master of mind games and when it comes to psychological warfare, I'm king. So when Jessica faces me at Overdrive, she will be in for the war of her life. If she wants her title back, she's going to have to go to the depths of hell to get it. I'm far more brutal and sadistic than anyone she's ever face and in this three stages of hell match, I'm going to break her down, piece by piece. She may not like that idea but I don't give a shit. I do what want, when I want. At Overdrive, Jessica faces me for the last time and when it's over, she like her career will be six feet under. |
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| Kinvar | Jul 5 2013, 02:55:08 PM Post #5 |
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SCW fans log onto SCW.com and see the following video. Viewer Discretion is Advised. The camera is showing a Breaking News Report on the television it was trained on. On screen, pictures of a terrible wreckage are shown. [align=center] [/align]News Anchor: …confirmed that this was indeed the custom built Dodge Challenger belonging to local wrestling and racing superstar, Jessica Wallace Tendonin. As you can see, there was a fair amount of damage done to the vehicle as it entered an uncontrolled tumble, with Mrs. Tendonin inside of it. Early reports suggest that Mrs. Tendonin and her group, known as Dragons, were speeding excessively across I90 when the crash occurred. Another motorist saw the crash as it happened and they called 911. In minutes, the Cleveland Police Mobility Unit, a new outfit which, coincidentally, Mrs. Tendonin herself helped start, were on the scene. In an amazing show of vehicular prowess, three units arrived, and stopped the out of control tumbling Challenger, bringing it to a stop right side up. Then, they would vanish from the scene. While we can confirmed that Ashley Wallace, older sister of Mrs. Tendonin was on the scene, she was in her own vehicle and exited hers to try to ascertain the condition of Mrs. Tendonin before apparently fainting. Information on the condition of the Wallace sisters has not yet been confirmed, but Mrs. Tendonin had to be pried out of the car with the Jaws of Life. WKYC was able to get this interview with a motorist who was there when Mrs. Tendonin was removed from the vehicle. Please be advised, that the description may not be fitting for younger viewers. **** Reporter: And what did you see? Witness: Oh it was awful. The way the car suddenly went ass up and began tumbling, you’d have to think she didn’t stand a chance of survival. Reporter: About how long would you say it lasted? Witness: About, I’d say…almost ten minutes from the time the car went up to the time the police, the first set, left. Reporter: Tell me about how the car looked. Witness: The Challenger, beautiful machine, is absolutely destroyed, I’ll tell ya. Windshield shattered, front end mangled beyond recognition. IF you look along the highway, there’s all kinds of debris scattered about. Reporter: And did you happen to see her when they pulled her out? Witness: Well, when EMS got here with the Jaws, after getting the door open, they had another problem. Reporter: Explain? Witness: Jessica seemed to be wrapped in some sort of, cocoon, I think that’s the right word for it. It was wrapped around her whole body. Reporter: What do you think it was? Witness: Well, I assume it was some sort of safety device, but if so, I’m not sure how effective it was. Reporter: Why do you say that? Witness: When they finally managed to unlock it, yes, unlock, her face was covered in blood. Reporter: Was there any other physical trauma that you could see? Witness: I’m afraid not. Reporter: If you had to take a guess at her condition now, what would you say? Witness: We all know Jessica Wallace Tendonin is one tough bitch, but if she comes out of this alright, I think you have to wonder, you know…? Reporter: I’m not sure I understand. Witness: Well, lately, she’s been on this…dark path, she calls it. Says she’s got powers no one would understand. Reporter: Care to explain? **** The video package ended and the anchor began speaking again. News Anchor: For the rest of this chilling interview, please visit our website at WKYC.com. We here at Channel 3, WKYC, would like to express our deepest concern for the well being of Mrs. Tendonin. As the closing segment began, the TV was turned off. Then, the camera turned in the darkness. Slowly, very slowly, a small light appeared and the room’s darkness was slightly shaken. The outline of a woman was shown. She was standing beside a window, her back turned. Zooming in, the camera focused on her upper body, head and chest. When the face was shown, a static screen briefly interrupted the camera feed before it returned to normal. Jessica began speaking. Jessica: Look at them. They stand by and watch, and then marvel at things they don’t understand. Things…nobody could understand. It’s true, I was in a very terrible car crash three days ago, and it is also true that it should have killed me, or very seriously injured me. But yet, here I am, before you. The power of the Dragon Goddess protects me. Nothing in this mortal world can seriously harm the Dragon Priestess, and there are very few immortal things that can, either. Simple humans can’t began to appreciate the power I hold. The sheer power I hold within myself and my being, I can do anything. I can turn this planet back a thousand years, or I can crush this entire galaxy, if it were my desire. You people can never understand. And there is one in particular who doesn’t understand, but in time, he will. Priest, the SCW Alternative Champion. Priest, we both have walked the path of the dark side. It’s true that I have not done it for many years, but make no mistake; my alliance with the Dragon Goddess is fearsome to any who invoke my ire. Indeed, your power is legendary as well. But, maybe you’ve lost your touch. You say I’ve awakened the beast in you, but you’ve awakened the Dragon within me. It all started when you said my late Husband was leeching off of me. I dealt with him. First, I left him laid out in the ring, and you and your brother won the right to face Feral Destruction for the SCW Tag Team Championship. Then, I dispatched dear Lucius when I blew up Tendonin Manner with him inside. His body was never recovered from the debris. I made sure of it. That was the preemptive Dragon Strike. Drawing blood from someone who means something to me will grant me power. Since reverting to my old ways, I’ve killed my baby brother, my husband, and my parents. Their deaths were required by the Dragon Goddess, and I did as she asked. You see, some of our viewers, and indeed you, Priest, seem to think that all I’ve done is changed my name and attitude, but there is so much more at play here. You don’t understand it now, and you are thinking nothing of it, but I’ll show you very soon where your mistake is. ****** Scene fades now, before coming back. On return, Jessica is at the site of Tendonin Manner, where the once majestic mansion once stood. The destroyed mansion still lies in ruin from her explosion. Jessica stands in front of a fire, and her Dragons are surrounding her in a circle. There are four stone dais’, and three of them have what is assumed to be covered bodies. The fourth lies empty, but still covered. To her left, Mas Dragon stands, and on her right, Ashley Wallace. Jessica looks at the camera. Jessica: I need to make you understand what you are dealing with, Priest. As a fellow dark sider, you should have the presence of mind not to tempt me, but your ignorance has made me see that you must be shown, and not simply told. You said I know nothing of the true nature of the dark side, but I must disagree. I know the evils of the depths of hell, I know the blissfulness of heaven, and I know the stillness of Purgatory. And now, you will know a small fraction of my power. I’ve gathered the Dragon’s here for a special event. Something I haven’t done in a long time. Something to make you all understand. Before me, as some of you might have guessed, are my brother and parents. I killed them, and they are dead. Their corpses are here for a very interesting purpose those. The fourth place is reserved for the body of my husband, who still lies inside the ruined mansion behind me. I’m going to show you something, Priest, and I want you, and everyone else in this damn company, no, everyone in the WORLD, to pay close attention. Jessica drew her hood up and turned her face to the sky. In unison, all of the Dragon’s began chanting in a strange language. Behind them, the mansion was lit up. The cameraman zoomed in on it, and before his eyes, the mansion seemed to explode, whereas when it was destroyed, it had imploded. In seemingly slow motion, the mansion began rebuilding itself. There was a bright flash of light when it finished and suddenly, the camera was zoomed in very close on a brown iris. Slowly, the camera backed away to reveal Jessica’s face. Jessica: It is done. AWAKEN, MY SOULS! AWAKEN AND LIVE FOR A SECOND TIME BY THE COMMAND OF THE DRAGON PRIESTESS! AWAKEN AND BOW BEFORE ME![/collor] Jessica screamed at the top of her lungs and the command was heard. The three shapes began to twitch, and then all three of them sat up. Very slowly, they each opened their eyes. Kevin, Sean, and Nathaly Wallace lived again. They looked at Jessica and came off of their stands and dropped to their knees before her, looking at the ground. Jessica began circling them and speaking. Jessica: The miracle of life. Most humans will only experience it once. You live once, and die once, and that’s it. They, however, have been given the gift of resurrection, and they live again. As the Dragon Priestess, it is well within my power to do such a thing. While I have no particular use for them, I did this to show Priest how wrong he is about my knowledge of the dark side. When I say I have power beyond comprehension…here is the proof. I have brought them back to life, and here they are. Ah, how nice of you to join us, Lucius. Indeed, while Jessica had been speaking, Lucius Tendonin had come out of the mansion and came to stand next to Mas Dragon. Mas was looking at Lucius, his masked face turned toward the man who was his master’s wife. Jessica pointed to the ground and Lucius joined the other three. Jessica: Do you see now, Priest, what I am, and what I can do? Do you realize what you must contend with? Life is fragile, for most. But I have the power to restore it. Most people, when they talk about the dark side, they think of devil worshipping cults who do all sorts of unspeakable things. But the true power of the dark side lies in being aligned with the Dragon Goddess, as I am. Now that you’ve seen a piece of my power, maybe you will learn to not speak of things you don’t understand. Jessica made a gesture and the four newly revived joined the circle of Dragons. She turned to the camera again. Jessica: Now, let’s talk directly about you, Priest. Let’s talk about how you’ve completely forgotten HOW you won MY Alternative Championship. A belt that I made mean something. I had you. I had you finished, but there was no referee to declare. While I went to fetch one, your brother, and I’ll deal with him another time, freed you from the cross and then attacked Mas Dragon and Ameera. Kronik will pay for laying hands upon my Princess, but that is for another time. You owe that Championship to your brother, for if it weren’t for Kronik, you would not have won it, but yet, you have yet to mention him in your self glorifying speeches on why you are a better champion than myself. What I have heard, though, is quite interesting. It’s come to my attention that when you aren’t blowing smoke about how into the dark side you are, or talking about good you are, you’ve been asking management for a shot at Brian Kennedy. You’ve just won the Alternative Championship, and already, it’s blown your ego up to a disproportionate size. Maybe that is why you failed out of the MCW a while back. Ego. You got too big for your own good, and they said fuck you. Is that what happened? You say you were screwed over many times, but let’s face facts. I know you’ve been begging for a shot at the World Champion, and I know you’ve been denied multiple times. You just barely scraped out that win against me for that belt your keeping warm, and you lost the honor of being the first SCW Tag Team Champion, but you think you’re ready for Brian Kennedy and his World Championship? It must be blissful to be ignorant of clear truths. You’ve yet to even defend that belt, and already, you’re asking for something bigger. You’ve gotten caught up in the glory of being called a Champion. I’m amused. Worry about me, and not the World Championship. Months ago, I was approached about trying my hand at Brian Kennedy, but I said no. Why? Because that strap you hold? It means more to me than being a world champion right now. And you have it. You don’t understand what that belt means to me, and therefore, you don’t understand what I will do to get it back. I’ve shown you what I am capable of doing. You see, we can both talk about our power, but the fact is, I’ve just shown mine. If we were playing Poker, that would have been a Royal Flush. You can go on talking about how good you are, whining to management about wanting a world title shot, and all the other bullshit, but be aware. I’m coming for my championship. No power on earth can protect you when I make history and become the first two time champion in SCW history, a feat that not even the great Neela could do. Before I depart, let’s take a look at the upcoming battle. The match is Three Stages of Hell. The stages are Submission, Hardcore, and of course…Ladder. In our previous battle, I went exotic, and it cost me. Now, you have chosen the grounds for our next battle, and while you may think you have the upper hand with the first two falls, you’ve clearly not been watching me enough. I excel at Submission style matches. I can twist and contort the body into unknown levels of pain…levels of pain that mere mortals could never expect to experience. The Hardcore match, I think it would be fair to say will go either way. I know what I can do when there are no rules, and I’m sure you can keep up. So, let’s backtrack. There is no doubt in my mind that I will win the first round, the Submission match. No doubt at all. The Hardcore match, let’s say you win that. Then, we have the granddaddy of them all, the be all end all match that I became famous for…the Ladder Match. Some of my most legendary matches have been in this match. Just look at what I went through with that loser Simone a few months back. Granted, she never stood a chance of winning, but you saw simply a fraction of my prowess in that match. It’s true, you’re no hundred pound bimbo like her, but the fact remains, I am queen of the ladder match. You said you’d break me down piece by piece…you don’t possess the power to break me. No, what you have is an overinflated ego. You won that belt, and now you think you’re the big man on campus. Come Overdrive 13, I’m going to break that shit down, and show you what it means to not only be a Champion, but to also be…Alternative. Make no mistake about it, I AM in this match to win my belt back. You motherfucking right. And there is nothing you can do about it, Priest. Get used to the idea of going back to where you were before myself and that one (Jessica points to Lucius) defeated you and your brother in December. A nobody, as far as SCW is concerned. A nobody, as far as I am concerned. You won’t defeat me again, you won’t be facing Brian Kennedy when I defeat you, and you will have no place in SCW. Everyone will see that I am the real deal, and you are just an oversized talker who got help one night and got lucky. Jessica stops talking and pulls her mask from her robe and puts it on. Jessica: This is not just a name and attitude change. This…is a release of power. A release of an ancient power that existed long before you and I, and will continue to exist after we leave this mortal world. The Dragon Priestess has spoken, and hopefully, you listened. Poka… Scene fades, showing the Dragon insignia, followed by the SCW logo, and then nothing. |
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-|No Regrets|- In my storied career, I've learned to fear nothing as it pertains to the ring. No matter what obstacle that stood in my way, I always engraved it in myself that there was no need to be concerned with how I was going to overcome it. For I knew that no matter what, as long as I believed that I would succeed, I would do precisely that. There was no question of "if" or "how", but rather a question of "when" and that's how I got through most of my career. If I was up against a person who I had never defeated in my past, I learned their strengths and their weaknesses and I prepared for them just as I would for someone who I had defeated in my past. I threw everything I had at that person and left it all in that ring. i gave 100% each time I stepped out there because I wanted to make an impact and I wanted my name to synonomous with work ethics. For me it meant everything because it would bring me one step closer to a dream that I've had since I've been a child. When I was a rookie, I had to learn how to make myself better for the sake of business. Back then I refused to make someone else better because I felt I was the only one who needed to be focused on. When you think like that, however, you get hated in the locker. Trust me, for years I was hated because everyone thought I was a cocky son of a bitch. They were right. I loved the business but I didn't love it enough to help others along as well. To be a true professional you have to have the passion for it. I had that part and that's what I wanted out of my opponents. In my career I've beaten the best this sport has to offer and no one can take that away from me. At the same token, I've been beaten by some of the best as well. For years I've felt that I've been missing something but since joining the SCW, I've finally found that beast that was sleeping for all these years. In every promotion I've ever been in I've always found a way to battle through my ruts but now I think I've reached another cross roads in my career. I used to think that I was an unstoppable monster when I was at the prime of my career. After all, I had been in some of the most brutal wars known to man and I survived them all. Even through the blood shed and scars suffered I stood a top of the wrestling world as the top dog. I held that title for many years. When you stay at a certain spot you become complacent and even though I hadn't planned it, I too fell to it. After awhile I lost the passion I once had and it carried on for many years after that until I finally woke up. Since joining the SCW, I've been on one of the hottest streaks in the company's history. I've beaten virtually everyone that's been set in front of me and in the process, I've won the SCW Alternative Championship from Jessica Wallace at Slammed on Memorial Day. What a difference a few years make huh? That fire and that passion that I had suddenly resurfaced and now I find myself at the pinnacle of my career. Yet even through all that success, something is still missing and I can't quite put my finger on it yet. I hold a championship that is revered in the SCW yet I still feel empty. I know I have a rematch with Jessica Wallace at Overdrive 13 but that's not what bothers me. What bothers is what wrestling has become. When I started as a rookie, wrestling was about earning the respect of your peers as well as your fans. You get your dues through hard work and dedication. I've lived by that for my entire career and because of it, I am an icon in this industry. Nowadays, wrestling has become a shadow of its former self. No longer is it about respect and honor. Now it's about how many titles you've won or how many wins you have garnered in your career.It's a shame too because that's not what makes a person great. What makes a person great is what kind of impact they've made in their career as a whole. It doesn't matter how many wins or how many championships you've won. It's all about if people remember what you've done. You see, I'm a lot of things but one thing I've never done, is pretend to be something I'm not. I may be cocky and arrogant. But that's who I am. I've earned my spot in this business and I'm not giving up to anyone who is beneath me. People can think they're the next big thing or think they're the best in the world, but it's another thing to actually to put it work. I may not be as young as I used to be but I'm willing to go to hell and back again to prove that I'm the best. For too long I have stepped aside while other people steal spotlight. Well no more. If you guys want a beast awakened well now you have it. But for those very few who love to talk trash but are afraid to back it up, let me spell out for you so even you can understand. NO ONE ON THE SCW ROSTER, NOT A SINGLE FUCKING ONE OF YOU, WILL DENY ME WHAT'S RIGHTFULLY MINE! It's that simple. Nobody can. I've already accomplished what I've wanted to in this business. I'm already living the dream, and if you think I'm going let some jack off tell me that I'm done? Hell no I ain't done. I'm just starting. When all is said and done, you can bet that no one will ever forget who Priest is. That I promise you. ______________________________ Rain begins to fall heavily in Houston, Texas. A sight that familiars embrace; and sight that humans run away from. As thunder and lighting begin to take place, a strange ora begins to fill the air. A normal person can sense the irony in this desolate situation. But for some people, this is thier life. From a distance, a figure is seen walking in the moon lit sky. A mountain of a man; dressed in a black leather trench coat covering black jeans and a t shirt. The man walks closer and closer to a more vivid light. The man is also wearing a black hat. Stopping as the thunder roars behind him, the man lifts his head to reveal himself as Priest. the man that will defend his SCW Alternative Championship against Jessica Wallace at Overdrive 13. With a content look on his face, Priest smiles slightly before he speaks. Priest: It's been a long time since I've embraced a day such as this. I've lived my life is such turmoil and hatred, that these kind of days are just a normal occurance to me. But some people wonder why darkness strikes fear into a mortal man's heart. After all, darkness is a sin right? For me, darkness is a way of life. Darkness is associated with the evils off society. I mean if you really think about it, when was the last time you saw a serial killer stalking his prey during the day? When was the last time you heard of the actual "light years?" The supernatural and others associated with them always stalk their prey when the darkness falls. Looking towards the crimson sky, he takes a breath of air as the rain continued to pour. Priest: But if people thought logicalaly, they would know that just because the light shines over the earth's surface, doesn't mean that the hunters go away. It doesn't mean that all the bloodshed that this world has seen vanishes. The sun has no boundries. The sun won't stop a bullet from piercing your heart and shattering you into a milion pieces. The sun won't stop hunters from stalking you. Being out in the open won't stop someone from killing you in broad daylight, when you're trying to get your safehouse after a hard day of work. In fact, I think people should be more afraid of the day than they are of the night. It gives sense of false security. Kind of like the hero who does everything everything to please his followers. A good smaritan who helps someone in need. A role model who everyone looks up to. I mean come on now. just because someone looks normal doesn't mean they are. Some people just create psuades for people to believe so that they can ultimately win the war. But then again, there are some people who just out and do it. Smiling again, a burst of thunder roars in the distance. Looking at it, something inside me began to churn; an unknown force so to speak. As the force become more vivid to me, I looked up and smiled once more. Priest: In my lifetime, I have learned many things. One thing that clings to my mind is this. If a person knows that something terrifying is out there, it makes the threat that much more real. So I suggest that Jessica Wallace or anyone else for that matter remember exactly who the hell I am before making childish assumptions. Who I am is the most feared man in the wrestling world. Who I am is the most decorated superstar this industry has ever seen. But like every other day, you people will judge and make your critisims about what you think a superstar or champion should be like. You people analyze my strengths. You people even analyze my weaknesses. But at the end of day, one fact remains clear. NOT ONE OF YOU KNOW ME! Realize that the meamorphasis into my former self is far worse than anything any of you could possibly imagine. Pausing for a moment, the moon lit sky shone over my frame as a look that I hadn't had in a long time suddenly resurfaced. Priest: Jessica, although I respect what you've done in your tenure in the SCW, your time at the top is slowly coming to an end. I know you think that you have your bases covered going into our match at Overdrive, but think again. I know you are itching to get the title I took from you back. But the fact is that destiny is calling me Jessica. MY DESTINY. This is the time where the butterflies start. This is the time where your career is ultimately made; or ultimately ended. And I know you have those butterfiles Jessica; because I have them also. And if you don't have those butterflies Jessica, then so help me god then you better feel something. Because if any of those words that I hear come out of your mouth that run in the lines of you don't care; if you go as far as to say that the SCW Alternative Championship doesn't mean a thing to you; then I will personally make your life a living hell. Don't think I will toy with you making you think that you have a chance to win. This match is about survival Jessica. This is a game of cat and mouse and those who go half assed or play it safe will simply be defeated. This is evolution and at Overdrive 13 I will beat your ass in a match that I made famous. Cracking his neck, the rain continued before I continued. Priest: And don't misunderstand me, Jessica. I'm not overlooking you just because of who you are. What I'm saying is that I won't be underestimating you in the ring at Overdrive. I've done that a million times in my career and it's only led to defeat. Not this time. I went through hell to earn this title and there's no way in hell am I giving up that easily. You had a great run as champion but your time is over. My time is now. You've never faced anyone like me in your career and believe me I won't hesitate to end your career. I have no conscious. I have no remorse. My only goal is to be the best. I've proven that I'm a force to be reckoned with and if you want your belt back you're going to have earn it like I did. Can you do it? No doubt you can. I know what you can do and you know what I'm capable of and at Overdrive 13 you're going to find out what hell, fire and brimstone is all about. I'm willing to give my own life for this business and that's saying a lot. I spent my entire career playing second best to people that are beneath me. Well you know what? Those days are over. I'm through being held back and I'm taking what is rightfully mine. I'm the best in the world at what I do and when you face me again you will see a new breed of excellence. You will see a man driven to be the best and when our match is over, I will be victorious and continue to reign as the SCW Alternative Champion. You however, will continue to fall from grace like the piece of crap that you are. As the lightning and thunder stopped, the sky suddenly turned black. With the moon shining over me, I finished what I had to say. Priest: So now you know who I am, Jessica, and that is what you have to contend with at Overdrive when we face off in the Three Stages of Hell. Now that my true self has arisen from the ashes, now that you've seen what truly lies underneath my human soul, maybe you can finally understand what being ignorant is all about; or if the truth is more frightening than anything a lost soul such as yourself could think of. Smiling, I let out one last statement. Priest: Or maybe now you realize the truth. That through fifteen years of torment and defiance, that my name is Priest and Jessica Wallace, that is the only thing that matters. |
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| Kinvar | Jul 9 2013, 11:34:25 PM Post #7 |
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June 3rd, 1995 Shaker Heights, Ohio Jessica: Please! Stop it! The young girl pleaded with her attacker, but the cries fell upon deaf ears. The fourteen year old boy was much larger than the twelve year old Jessica, and as he drew back and punched her in the face yet again, she cried and whimpered from the pain. Several other students were standing around, watching, chanting with excitement over the ‘fight.’ Jessica’s eyes were closed, and she didn’t see the next strike coming. With a good uppercut, the boy knocked Jessica backwards and knocked her down. He still didn’t let up. Opening her eyes to plead again, Jessica saw his boot coming toward her face, and couldn’t block it. His foot slammed into his head, knocking her out. From pain to nothing, it was over. Sometime later, she had no real way of knowing how much time had passed, Jessica came to, and saw not Jonathan Watson standing over her, but her sister, Ashley. Ashley: I told you not to fuck with me, John! I told you I’d fucking hurt you! Son of a bitch! Watson was standing a few feet away from Ashley, and his lip was bleeding; Ashley had obviously hit him. Wiping his face, he smiled at the fourteen year old girl. Jonathan: I’ve already beat your sister’s ass. I guess you want some too, eh? Ashley raised her hand and bent her fingers, essentially saying ‘bring it.’ Jessica slowly sat up as the two of them began fighting. John was also bigger than Ashley, but Ashley was not afraid of him as Jessica had been. Ashley dodged an uppercut and kicked John in the gut, making him grunt. He rushed her into the wall, making her grunt as well. Ashley headbutted him, making him back away for a moment. John: Little bitch… Ashley: Vy tupitsa, suka. John tried to rush Ashley again, but she sidestepped him and grabbed his head and shirt, turned him about and then rammed him headlong into a row of lockers. As he bounced off of the lockers, Ashley held the back of his head and began ramming his face into the steel doors until his nose was broken and a puddle of blood began to pool at their feet. John: You fucking bitch! You broke my nose! Ashley: Piece of shit! You shouldn’t have touched my sister! John: I’ll touch either one of you beaners anytime I want! Then again, why would I want to touch you disgusting bitches?! Ashley threw a punch so hard that John’s head was turned and blood splattered across the wall. Ashley reached into her pockets while John spluttered and removed two pairs of riveted brass knuckles. Thr group of students began ‘Ooohhh!!’ chants. Ashley: You know, I’ve been waiting. I’ve been waiting for an excuse to beat the shit out of you, John, but how unlucky for you, the excuse is now the fact that you cornered my sister and attacked her. I’m going to hurt you, John. There is no escaping this fact. I’m going to hurt you, and you will not walk out of this school of your own volition today. John was to speak but Ashley had slipped her brass knuckles on and she struck him in the face. A gash opened up in John’s cheek and blood began to flow from the cut. Jessica watched as Ashley began laying into John’s ribs, and then she heard a crack, but Ashley kept going. After a few moments, John lay on the ground, beaten senseless and unconscious. Ashley looked down at the bloodied classmate, a fire in her eyes. Then, she turned to Jessica and held out her hand. Ashley pulled Jessica to her feet and then reached into the crowd and pulled Kevin and held her two younger siblings at her sides. Ashley: This is my brother and my sister. I will not let anyone fuck with them and it go unpunished. We are a family and we stand up for each other. Let this sorry son a bitch be a warning to anyone who even THINKS about harming MY siblings. While Jessica and Kevin might seem like an easy target, just remember that I’m here, too. With that, Ashley began guiding her two younger siblings through the group of students. The next day while Ashley and Jessica were riding their bicycles, they were accosted by John’s older brother, who was sixteen. Jerry, his name, said he was going to teach Ashley a lesson. Ashley pulled out her hand gear and left him knocked out with a broken jaw. In times future, while still teased, there was very little fights between other students and the Wallace family, though by the time there was again, Jessica learned to stand up for herself and never back down. Ashley had taught her an important life lesson. ************************ Present Cleveland, Ohio At 30 years old, Jessica Wallace (Tendonin) had accomplished much more than ‘having fun,’ as she had put it over a decade ago when she first considered a real career in the ring. A 12 time World Champion, Triple Hall of Famer, and many other accolades that she never dreamed of having. There was something inside of her that always made her strive to do better, strive to be the absolute best she can. As a child, in her early years, Jessica was a bit…afraid of fights. One day, however, something happened, and after her sister talked to her about it later that day, Jessica had realized she needed to stand up for herself, be a woman who can deal with her own problems and not have to rely on her older sister bailing her out. Since then, Jessica has become not just a person who stands up for herself, but an advocate for those who can’t stand up for themselves. Today, she was speaking at an event called ‘ABUSED.’ The event today was targeting women, children, and men alike. Jessica’s passion was children, but her message could help anyone. She was seated at a panel of speakers, and she was next. Today, she had gotten creative with her wardrobe and was wearing a new dress she had gotten for her Birthday. ![]() Looking at her watch, she noted it was ten thirty four. She was listed to speak at eleven. The current speaker was detailing her life as a battered woman. Her husband would get off of work and go to a local bar, pick up a hooker, have sex with her, beat her and leave without paying, and then come home and do the same thing to his wife. Jessica had eaten a tune sandwich and a Hershey bar an hour previous, but she was hungry again. She sighed, hoping to get to the Luncheon, where she’d eat and speak with children one on one. She looked at the crowd people, wondering how many of them were facing evils. Finally, her time came. Standing up awkwardly, Jessica moved to the podium. Jessica: Hola, everyone. Crowd: Hola! Jessica: So, for those of you who do not know me, my name is Jessica Wallace (Tendonin), and I am a professional wrestler. Now, initially, because of my profession, there was some concern about me speaking here today, but here I am. As a wrestler, I’m always in a fight. My temper can often get out of control, and it can cause someone to get hurt, and me in trouble. But, I’m not here to talk about that. I want to talk about standing up for myself as a child. I’m Six foot two inches and over two hundred pounds now, but for those of you who are children or small in stature, there was a time when I was as a small as you are now. In my childhood, I was not always a fighting person, and I was always easily frightened of simply the idea of fighting. There was a point where I would not go to school for a whole week, because I was afraid of another student. The turning point, however, came when an older student had a run in with my older sister, and he decided to take it out on me. I was twelve years old, and had been walking down a hall in the school with my brother, Kevin. I was grabbed from behind and punched in the stomach. Then, I was hit all over the face. At one point, my face was stomped on and I got kicked so hard I was knocked out. When I woke up nearly ten minutes later, this student, he had beaten on me while I was out, until my beautiful, wonderful, and amazing sister Ashley heard what was happening and turned around and came back to the school and got involved. I woke up and saw her standing over me, blocking this student from getting to me. Words were exchanged, and I can’t remember what was said, but eventually, Ashley him laid out. Then, she helped me up and grabbed our brother from the crowd and issued a warning to everyone. The warning was that anyone who bothered her brother and sister would deal with her. Only one person was dumb enough to test her on that, and she dealt with him swiftly. After that, though, I realized I needed to stand up for myself. I needed to learn how to protect myself and not need my sister to back me up all the time. That was the first real moment that led me to where I am now. I went from being that small girl who couldn’t fight for herself and was an easy target, to one of the most dangerous wrestlers in the world. I want each and every one of you to realize, you too, can become a person who is not an easy target. You don’t have to be afraid of anything, or anyone. Life is too precious to live in fear of something such as fighting. Children, I’m not endorsing fighting per se, but I WILL endorse standing up for yourself. Ladies and gentlemen who have a spouse at home who abuses them, the same is for you. I want you to go home and not be afraid when your spouse walks through the door. In closing, I think it should be noted that we all have it in us to be able to stand up for ourselves, but some of us need help finding that inner strength. Some of us need someone to help us get to that place where we say enough is enough, and we decide we will no longer be a punching bag for someone else. And for those of you who want to get started today, I have a special announcement. As of today, the Dragon’s Din is going to be a full combat training center. We’ll have limited slots, starting out, but here is a special deal for everyone here. The first one hundred people here at this event today who bring their admission ticket with them when filling out an application will have all fees waived. I’d like to thank everyone who came out to this event, and thank you all for being part of this very important cause. And of course, for having me here. Jessica smiled and the people watching and listening began to clap. Jessica took her seat again and another speaker went up. As she looked out over the audience, she wondered how many people she would be able to help. How many would take up the offer. How many of them would finally be their own advocate and stand up for themselves. And then a tear rolled down her cheek. The answer, sadly, was not enough. Later, Jessica was sitting in her office, preparing for her final promo against Priest, whom she would be facing for the SCW Alternative Championship. HER Alternative Championship, which had been stolen from her by the brothers Priest and Kronik. She had gotten careless, she admitted. And it cost her. Her phone buzzed, a text message. Reading it, she smiled. He was coming. Good, she thought to herself. This would be her trump card in getting inside of Priest’s already deluded head. Now that her trump card was in play, she decided to get started. Jessica sat at her desk, and turned the camera on with the remote. As it came into focus, she began. Jessica: So, here we are, the final days before our epic rematch, Priest. And yet, here you are talking about the past. Again, you’re talking about how dangerous and powerful you’ve become. You’re all talk. That’s what you are, in my eyes, Priest. Let’ look up the facts. While in SCW you’ve had a decent run, you’ve been beating either nobodies or getting lucky. Let’s recap. You defeated Stefanos Los Rios, to become number one contender. Congratulations. You got their without help, but you also beat a nobody, no offense to him. Then the time came for you to face me, the baddest woman in all of SCW. But…you did it. You beat me, no doubt about it. But while you pat your ego about how good you are, remember…you didn’t win by yourself. You had help. Kronik, your brother, is the reason that belt has your name on it on this day and not mine. But, that will be rectified. But when you were facing Feral Destruction for the Tag Titles, you came up short. You lost there. What? Can’t win when your brother is at your side, but when he sneaks in from the back, you’re golden? You’ve got your head so far up your own ass, you you’re probably getting constipated. You want to talk about metamorphosis’ and reversions, and changes? I want to talk about where your mind is. I called you out on running around backstage asking for shots at Brian Kennedy, but you didn’t respond to that, so it must be true. On screen, you talk about how tough and dark and evil you are, you say your heartless, and have no conscious, but the fact is, you’re getting old. You’re getting old, and it’s happening fast, Priest. And, it hasn’t gone unnoticed by you, has it. As the weeks, months, and years press on, you realize the day is coming when you’ll have to hang the boots up, for good. We all want to go out with that ‘big bang,’ don’t we? I’ve been doing this for over ten years. This is the moment where people would pad each others ego by saying something like ‘I’ve never faced anyone like you before.’ But not here, not with me. Fact is, Priest, I was undefeated until I turned on my Husband, Lucius in your tag team match against you are your brother. That was my first loss in SCW. And my second, was against you (and Kronik). But tell me, have you been keeping track of your SCW career? I did some check, and here are the numbers. It took me a mere three matches to win my first gold in SCW. You, on the other hand, it took you nine matches. A mathematician would say that means I’m three times better than you. Jessica paused and nodded as the door was heard opening. Jessica: You know, Priest I could go on all night about how the odds of you defending successfully against me are stacked against you like a wall of bricks used to form a reinforced Berlin Wall, I won’t. You see, I’ve spoken, told you what needed to be said. And then, I showed you what I am capable of. But you’ve refused to even fully acknowledge me. Winning that belt has clouded your mind and driven your ego up, and it will hurt you. But now, I’d like to let someone else speak. Someone you know. Someone you’ve been asking for a shot at. I’m sure he’s got some choice words for you. Jessica stopped speaking and the camera began turning. As the camera focuses in you see Brian Kennedy sitting there with is SCW World Title across his lap. He has a smirk on his face and you already know something is going to be said that will bring fire from the depths of Priest. If he has fire. Brian: “You know, as I look around the SCW Roster now in days, I don’t see too many worthy Champions. I for one, and someone that the SCW Fans, Board of Directors and the Wrestling business knows that can be counted on to be a top contender no matter where I go, that is why I have become a Legend in this business and by rights, and I know Jessica is coming up faster than any other woman I can remember. While you are sitting there, holding your SCW Alternative Title, You are claiming that you are someone that can be looked at as one of the best. You claim that no one on the SCW Roster can stop you, well. I know I can, and I am sure that Jessica here is another that can. You see, While you are someone that can be looked at as a great wrestler when it comes to the Tag Division, you’re the one who is not looking good when it comes to the singles area in your life. Let me ask you something, why do you think The Empire is so great? Because we are the best for a simple reason, we back it up when it comes to what we say. You thought you would gain the Tag Gold, and you let two worthless no account punks gain them. While you done great winning, however you managed to do this, to gain the Alternative Title, you are now looking at one of the few women I respect in the wrestling world. She won the UHW Supreme Title for a reason. I approached her about joining The Empire, for a reason. I know she’s doing her things with The Dragons, but imagine…an alliance? It would be the most powerful union in SCW. And do you know why? Because she reeks of greatness. Because she is a woman who will do whatever it takes to go to the next level. Have you been watching? Seen what she done to her own husband? That says enough. With that said, Priest, I will give you one piece of advice. Don’t lose any focus in this match. Keep your eye on the prize, because if you don’t. You will be watching someone else walk away with your title. And her name is Jessica Wallace also known as Dragasha.” With that being said, Brian gets up and walks out of the cameras view. Camera turns back to Jessica. She’s wearing a very smug smile as she begins talking again. Jessica: I have the endorsement of the SCW World Champion, the very man whom you want a shot at. And the Supreme Championship of UHW he was talking about? UHW’s top belt? Take a look at how easily I won that? Kennedy and I have many things in common, and one of them is that we are both affluent, dominant, and extremely talented World Champions. Allow me to make a quick prediction. First, I’m going to defeat you and regain the SCW Alternative Championship. Then, in UHW (The place where I am the top Champion), you’re going to lose to Death Sentence. This is the beginning of the end, Priest. Think of me as the Slow March of Time. Often temporarily evaded, but never fully stopped. But enough of me telling you showing you, and having others tell you. At Overdrive 13, you will lay witness to my in ring prowess, and you will know…you will know what a REAL Champion is. The time for words is over, and now…it’s time for action. Jessica raised the remote and powered off the camera. She smiled to herself. In only several days, she would make history. Again. |
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