Saturday, January 31, 2015

Mother Daughter Bonding




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Julia Noel
On Camera
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Jealousy is the green eyed monster that destroys anyone and everyone in its path.  Victoria Salinas accuses me of being jealous of Glory Braddock.  Glory herself accused me of being jealous of Glory Braddock.  The truth is that yes, maybe I was a little jealous.  Jealous or not, the fact remains that Glory Braddock is dead and buried.  Gloria Marie Noel has taken her place and that all came about because of me.

My crowning achievement will come when my sister finally admits defeat and rejoins the family.  My crowning achievement will come when Gloria rejoins Camelot, standing by my side as Noel sisters united.

Until then I focus on short-term goals.  My Mother, Aphrodite, has granted me permission to take over IWC as my kingdom, my playhouse to rule however I see fit.  To do this I must be in peak physical condition and my cousin Abigail has arranged for me to test myself against none other than Cassidy Haze.

Challenge accepted….

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Scene 1
Off Camera
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Julia Alexis Noel, the self-proclaimed Queen of Camelot, used to simply be known as Julia Alexis Braddock.  A part of her, a small part of her mind that is, still does remember being Julia Braddock and still realizes that she is Julia Braddock.  But that small part of her mind was taken, chained up, and locked away, repressed by the mental reprogramming performed by Aphrodite Noel.  Now Julia only thinks of herself as Aphrodite’s daughter.  For Aphrodite it is the ultimate way to defeat the Braddock family, by forcing the two Braddock women to become her daughters.  For Julia it was about jealousy.  Jealousy she felt over Gloria and her success.  And it was that success that lead us to where they are today…Julia is now Julia Noel.  Glory is now Gloria Noel.  They are both Aphrodite’s daughters.

She now finds herself embroiled in a feud with Marina Validivia and Selena Frost, the co-number one c ontenders for the Queen of the Ring Championship currently held by Jessica Lasiewicz.  Neither Jessica nor her two contenders deserve to be called Queen of the Ring.  There is only one Queen and that is Julia, the Queen of Camelot.

She has already exerted her royal influence over the likes of Lilith Evans and Amanda Blayze.  Now she looks to test herself further in a tough match against Cassidy Haze.  What makes this all that much more difficult for Julia is that Cassidy is aligned with Julia’s “cousin” Abigail Lindsey and Julia does not want to have to fight family any more than she has to.

Julia Alexis Noel finds herself standing over her mother’s makeshift throne.  Julia has a comb in hand and she is carefully combing her “mother’s” hair.

“I love spending time with you, Mother.”

“I quite enjoy our family time. Only solace I have nowadays.”  

Julia places the comb down and then proceeds to massage her Mother’s shoulders. “I know you have had a difficult time with my sister, but I promise you that she will rejoin us.”

A look of sheer determination enters Julia’s eyes. “I will make her realize that she has nowhere to turn to for safety and support except for us.”

“I don’t want my daughters fighting. We are a family.” Aphrodite sighs. “It pained me she would betray us, and for what? I made her into the woman she is today. Gloria was no more than a peasant girl. I elevated her to true womanhood, and this is the thanks I get? Aphrodite snarls. “No one betrays the family. She must be brought back to me. I promised her a spanking. She shall take her punishment, by force.”

“She may have regressed, but her daughter...my niece...still knows and understands who here true family is.” Julia smiles warmly. “She resembles you, Mother.”

“Indeed she does.” Aphrodite smiles.

“Now Mother, I am doing everything I can to try and bring my sister Gloria back into the fold.  Having her daughter standing by my side is an ace in the hole that will hopefully help her to realize that being a Noel is the only way she can truly live.  But…”

The blonde steps out from behind her Mother and over in front, kneeling on one knee with her head bowed in reverence.

“I must please ask you for your assistance now in another matter.”

Aphrodite arched her brow. “What do you need from me?”

“I am supposed to wrestle Cassidy Haze on RIOT.  Cousin Abigail has twisted her into something far more vicious and aggressive.  I am concerned, Mother.  Surely cousin Abigail would not let Cassidy do harm to family would she?”

“Of course not. View the match through these lens. Abigail views her crusade against Prestige as a means to make her stronger. Your match against Haze is your test. Imagine your sister cowering in fear at the sight of you overcoming Abigail’s former lover? That will make a statement. I won’t lie, Cassidy plays rough. I assure you she will not cause you grave harm, just enough to test your resolve. If you can survive Haze you can survive against your sister.”

Julia rests her head on Aphrodite’s lap. “I’m just concerned, Mother.  I don’t enjoy conflict within the family.  Me and my sister fighting is enough.  I hate having to fight cousin Abigail’s group.  I just hate it.”

Aphrodite loves Julia’s hair in a way a mother comforts their daughter. “Abigail understands, don’t worry, she is more focused on William. He is an ex boyfriend of mine. Didn’t work sadly. Anyway..”

“It is sad.” She looks up at her Mother. “How could any heterosexual male not want to be with you?  You are beautiful, Mother.”

“He’s living in misery right now. Karma is a you know what.” Aphrodite chuckles.

“Mother,” Julia smiles “will I find someone who will want to spend the rest of their life with me?”

“Of course, you are my daugher, who wouldn’t want you?”

“Being a Noel has been a true blessing.  Being in your family has been a wonderful gift.  Lately things have become more challenging.  I lost the television title in GCW to Victoria Salinas, who has now traveled to IWC to torment me here.  Melody Williams left Camelot, which may give the other servants some kind of false notion that they can rebel.  I feel…”

She sighs “...I feel I need someone to just be there for me.  And I know you will always be there for me, Mother, but I need male companionship.  Can you help me?”

Aphrodite nods. “I am in dire need of companionship too. Leaving CJ was the best decision I ever made. He wasn’t supportive of me when I needed him most. I’m sorry I have been rather distant. I needed to clear my mind to focus on Henry. Now that I fired the first shot, perhaps its time we find men worthy of us. Lets embark on this journey together.”

“Indeed.” Julia stands up. “But we need men who will support us.  I didn’t want to say anything, Mother, but CJ never accepted me as a potential step-daughter.  I would ask...no, DEMAND...that any man I date must accept my Mother as well.”

“Strong powerful women like us will always have it rough. We’ll find men who fit our standard. I promise.”

Julia embraces Aphrodite in a tight hug. “Thank you, Mother.  Thank you for being there for me.  And I promise you that I will force Gloria to rejoin this family.  I will force her to accept her place in  this family by my side, Noel daughters united.”



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Mason Van Stanton
On Camera
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In case you peons haven’t been keeping score, the big mack daddy of macho magnitude, the sultan of sexuality, The Master of Managers Mason Van Stanton has been rocking the wrestling world!  I’ve wrestled in IWC RIOT, IWC New Age, and even GCW Civil War where I beat the hell out of my older brother Henry Van Stanton.

Paul Garrett thinks he can beat me?  He’s got another thing coming.  His managerial skills are about as wasted as his physical abilities.  He’s a loser.  A pathetic nobody.  A weak piece of crap.  And now we’re supposed to fight at Last Stand?  Heh, this is gonna be a massacre.

Now then, Paulie, baby, you can back out at any time you want and no one would blame you.  You don’t measure up as a man to me physically and you damn sure don’t measure up to me as a manager.  Your own clients are walking away from you in droves but me?  I just brought in IWC’s next big thing.

I brought in Queen Julia Alexis Noel.

She is a REAL queen, not like that Disney rip off.  She is all woman, unlike that man –beast Amanda Blayze.  And she has tremendous in-ring ability, unlike Lilith Evans and Marina Valdivia.  And now Queen Julia will prove herself once more against Cassidy Haze.

Now I know, Cassidy is working with Abigail Lindsey, who happens to be my client’s cousin.   Think of this match as a rare opportunity to see how it’s really done, idiots.  Two greats of the ring get to go at it one on one to put on a free show for you fools.

Free…something like this, hell ANYTHING involving Queen Julia, should be on fucking pay per view.  Nevertheless, Queen Julia will face Cassidy Haze, Queen Julia will DEFEAT Cassidy Haze.  Queen Julia will show the world once more why SHE is royalty and you…are…NOT!



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Julia Noel
On Camera
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Odd how things work out sometimes.  Odd that it would turn out that my cousin’s friend and ally Cassidy Haze would become my next opponent on IWC programming.  One might think that someone was out to get me.

I don’t view it that way.  As Mother explained, this is an opportunity.  A Queen must be able to rule her domain with an iron fist.  A Queen must be able to keep her subjects in line.  This match against a very tough, a very challenging Cassidy Haze is a way to test myself, a way to challenge myself beyond measure, beyond any way I have ever been challenged, and to use any knowledge and experience gained to my advantage.

Cassidy, I wish you the best of luck.  And I wish your group and my cousin the best of luck in your quest against William Mason and his Prestige faction.  But RIOT is going to be my night to show the world that I have arrived, that I am their Queen, and that they have no choice but to get on their knees and worship me.

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Your Queen Is Here



The camera begins to roll.  A male figure with short dark blonde hair steps into view.  It is none other than Mason Van Stanton, decked out in a black and white suit, black tie, and a white button up shirt.  A smug grin is etched across his young boyish features.

“Greetings you ugly, fat-faced bunch of wet, sniveling baboons.” The self-described master of wrestling management clasps his hands together. “I am Mason Van Stanton, The Master of Managers, the Sultan of Sexuality, and the man who will lead IWC into the future!”

He laughs slightly. “Apologies, I have this effect on people, you know?  They just get obsessed. Is it the smile? Is it the aftershave? Is it the capacity to laugh at myself?”

He shrugs. “I dunno, it's crazy!”

Mason shakes his head. “But my Master plan is no laughing matter.  Believe it, ladies and gentlemen of IWC, believe it when I say that the master of all has arrived with a plan, a grand plan, to dominate…or decimate, whichever one suits my fancy at the time.”

“Now there are some, namely that fat tub of shamu lard known as Paul Garrett, who underestimates me.” Mason chuckles. “Go ahead, fatty, underestimate your master.  Underestimate me and see what happens when I get my hands on you at Last Stand.  What you see standing before you is the beginning of a revolution, a revolution that will put ancient relics like you to rest and put granny panty wearing prudes like Amanda Blayze and Lilith Evans in the nursing home where they belong.”

He points at the camera and winks. “I’ll get back to you in a moment, ladies.”

“But first,” he grins knowingly “it all begins with my prized client, a legitimate honest to goodness royal queen, a former tag team champion and television champion.  This woman is none other than my client, your queen, and your future leader in IWC, Julia Alexis Noel!”

Mason stupidly applauds, stepping aside to allow access and room for his client who enters the scene from stage right.  Julia is wearing a tight black form fitting dress with a hemline that stops just above the knee, black strappy high heeled sandals, and her long blonde hair is left to hang unrestrained to shoulder length.

“Thank you, Mason.”

He bows slightly. “My pleasure, Your Majesty.”

Julia stares into the camera with a smug grin on her face. “Greetings, peasants of Independent Wrestling Cartel.  My name is Julia Alexis Noel, but you may refer to me as Your Majesty, The Queen, because I will soon refer to each and every one of you as my personal bitches.”

Mason stupidly applauds. “Bravo!  Bravo!”

“There was a time when I was Julia Alexis Braddock.” She shuts her eyes as what almost appears to be a pained expression forms on her face. “I was the cousin of Glory Braddock, the woman you know as Gloria Marie Noel.  Those were not happy memories.”

She opens her eyes and grimaces. “Do you know what it is like to have to live under the Braddock family shadow?  The Braddock family and its unrelenting arrogance was overwhelming.”

She finally grins once more. “But I was liberated.  Liberated by Aphrodite Noel, the woman who made me her daughter.  She raised me and purified me into a true woman.  I even assisted her in bringing down the rest of the Braddock family, Glory herself included.”

Mason holds two thumbs up.

“Gloria is now a shell of her former self and I am the last remaining member of the once famous Braddock wrestling family, a family now fully converted to the Noel royal lineage and I am its leader.  I am its Queen.”

She points a long slender finger at the camera. “Soon, IWC, you will bow and worship me as YOUR Queen.”

Mason Van Stanton pulls up a chair, which resembles a throne in all actuality.   Julia gently sits down in it. “Are you comfortable, my queen?”

“Yes, Mason.  Thank you.”

“This is where Julia belongs.  On a royal throne.” Mason interjects. “And soon you will ALL bow before her!”

Julia nods in agreement. “I will make my debut on RIOT against Lilith Evans and Amanda Blayze.”

She shakes her head in disgust. “Poor, poor Amanda.  Your career is in a rut all because of Silas World.  Everywhere you turn, there they are, screwing you over.  You never can and you never will advance your career, all because of Silas World.”

“Now you find yourself up against me and Lilith.  Me, I’m the newcomer.  I am considered the ‘rookie’ of IWC.  And as for Lilith, well she’s hardly involved in anything lately.  She’s a nobody.”

The would-be queen snickers. “Amanda, you were once a contender for the Queen of the Ring Title, and the Evolution title, and now here you are up against a rookie and a nobody.  My how the mighty have fallen.”

“But both of you will quickly realize that I am NOT just any other rookie making her IWC debut.  I am not just any newcomer.  I am the once and future queen.  I am royalty.  And you will all, each and every one of you, beginning with you two bitches, will bow at my feet and worship me.  I will make IWC my own personal playground and I will do with each and every one of you as I please.  No one can stop me.”

“Especially not you Amanda Blayze, especially not you Lilith Evans.  I am the new world order of IWC.  Get used to it.  Learn to love it.”

Mason Van Stanton steps back into the front. “I told everyone…”

He shakes his head “…no, no, I WARNED everyone that the Noel family would rise again.  Gloria Noel was a joke.  Julia is the real deal.  Julia is The British Bombshell, The REAL Best of Britain…”

He smirks “…and she is all mine!  She is MY client and her reign of dominance in this company begins on RIOT.  Amanda Blayze and Lilith Evans are too busy with their own granny panty wearing nonsense to be able to put up much of a fight against my queen, and soon to be YOUR queen, Julia Noel!”

He cups his hand over his ear. “Do you heart it?”

He pauses for a moment and smirks. “The sound of drums…calling me to war…”

Julia nods in agreement. “War isn’t coming to IWC.  War is here.  We will conquer and you will bow.  Prepare to worship us, peasants.”