Jealousy

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Scene 1

Off Camera

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“Beauty personified.”

This is the voice of Julia Alexis Noel, primping and preening before a full length mirror, admiring herself as if she were some sort of Egyptian Goddess.  Truthfully, she does hold herself in that kind of esteem.  Truth be told, Julia is arrogant enough to think that highly of herself.  It’s a wonder she only considers herself a Queen and not divinity itself.

Julia is entering the Last Stand Rumble at IWC’s next pay per view titled, appropriately enough, Last Stand.  The winner will go on to Invictus to compete for the IWC World Championship.  Julia herself already feels entitled to such a reward.  Having to earn it by competing against “the commoners” is almost reprehensible to Julia’s senses, but she’ll do what is necessary in order to advance the Camelot agenda.  Winning Last Stand will be one definitive way to advance the agenda and prove to anyone and everyone willing to listen that she is the Queen, she is IWC’s monarch, and she is the one to lead IWC into the future.

Tonight, on the other hand, it isn’t about championships but it is about advancing her Camelot agenda in another way, a much more personal way.

Julia Alexis Noel has to deal with her estranged “sister” Gloria Marie Noel.

They used to be cousins, Julia Alexis Braddock and Gloria Marie Braddock.  They used to be closer than sisters.  But Julia let jealousy invade her mind.  She watched as her older cousin won world championship after world championship in GDW, MCW, MWA, and FWA.  She watched her get inducted into the GDW and MCW Halls of Fame.  All the while she felt the pressure from her uncle Glenn and from fans to try and live up to the expectations of the Braddock name.

Those expectations led to a great deal of pressure being put on Julia and that pressure led to the younger Braddock turning to drugs and eventually addiction.  Aphrodite Noel found out about this and she used this knowledge to blackmail Julia.  That blackmail and servitude for years warped Julia’s mind, twisted it and poisoned it.  Julia began to conclude that the drugs weren’t the problem, and neither was Aphrodite Noel.

She concluded that her problem was Gloria.  And she decided the only way to eliminate the problem was to eliminate the Braddock name.  Julia bought into everything Aphrodite Noel was selling.  She drunk the kool-aid.  She disowned her Braddock legacy and accepted Aphrodite as her mother, becoming Julia Noel.

Luring Gloria was a piece of cake.  Gloria wanted to save her cousin from Aphrodite’s clutches.  And she did try, by wrestling Aphrodite with her own livelihood on the line if she lost.  That was all it took.  Julia made certain that Gloria lost.

By losing Gloria lost everything…and Julia gained everything.  Aphrodite treated Julia like royalty, like a princess.  She had the fancy cars and the rich Noel estate.  Gloria was a maid in service to the Noel family.  The icing on the cake was when Gloria seemingly broke down.  She broke down and agreed to any terms Aphrodite and Julia could think of if she were allowed to see her family again.  The terms were simple: Gloria had to accept Aphrodite as her mother, becoming Gloria Marie Noel, Julia’s younger sister.

It was the ultimate victory for Julia.  As members of the Braddock family Gloria was the eldest and most prominent.  As members of the Noel family Julia was the oldest and most prominent.  The roles were reversed and thus, in Julia’s mind, she had finally defeated Gloria.

Yet Gloria had battled her way back mentally.  She had been mentally stronger than what Julia had imagined and, with the help of Jason Redfield, won her freedom.  She could see her family, free of any of Aphrodite’s legal contractual obligations.

That wouldn’t do.  Not for Julia.  She made certain that there was an insurance policy in place in case Gloria ever freed herself.  The insurance policy was rock solid in Julia’s mind: Gloria could be free but if she ever took her Braddock name back then she would forfeit ownership of GCW to Aphrodite Noel.  And to rub salt in the wound, Julia had fully brainwashed Gloria’s own daughter Melinda.  Little Melinda Alexis Braddock had just been playing along to make sure her mother didn’t get in trouble.  But Julia’s brainwashing had ensured that Melinda’s young mind was warped and now she truly believed herself to be Melinda Alexis Noel and she refuses to return to Gloria until she , too, accepts Aphrodite as her mother.

Gloria may have her freedom but the one thing she wants more than anything at all, her last name, she can’t have and Julia knows it and that alone is a great victory for Julia and tonight, she hopes, will be the night of her great victory.

A knocking is heard and Julia immediately knows that that is her cue.  “Game time!”

Julia waltzes over to the hall, a few feet away, watching with anxious anticipation as she hears the door open and some muffled voices.  Then a butler comes into view, leading Gloria into her sister’s view.

“Your Royal Majesty,” the butler begins “your sister, Queen Gloria Marie Noel, has arrived.”

“Thank you, Jeeves.” Julia says with a grin.  He bows and then walks away, leaving the sisters alone.

“So, QUEEN Gloria?”

“I told you, if you insist on me keeping this name, then I get the same perks.” Gloria remarks back with a grin of her own.

“I should have left you as a maid.” Julia sneers.

“You should have, but you and Aphrodite wanted more.  You wanted to humiliate me.  You wanted to destroy the Braddock name.”

“AND WE DID!” Julia exclaims loudly, interrupting Gloria. “THERE ARE NO MORE BRADDOCKS!”

“I know who I am.” Gloria states definitively.

“Oh really?” Julia says skeptically. “Then tell me, who are you?”

“I am…” Gloria’s voice trails off “…I am…”

Julia snickers “…cat got your tongue, sister?”

“I am…” she bows her head in shame “…a Noel.”

She looks up at Julia. “But not for long.  I will resurrect the Braddock name.”

“You don’t sound very convincing.” Julia scoffs. “Don’t worry, though, you won’t have a choice because when I defeat you, you will HAVE to remain my sister…or forfeit your company.  One or the other.”

“I know what the stakes are, sister.” Gloria nods. “I know all too well.”

“Good, because you are going to learn that you are NOT facing the weak Julia Alexis Braddock.” She sneers. “You are facing the strong and dominant Queen Julia Alexis Noel, the woman who will defeat you AND who will win the Last Stand Rumble in IWC and go on to become world champion.  A much better world champion than you ever were.”

Julia turns and motions for her to follow her down the hall. “Come, sister.  Follow me.”

Julia leads Gloria into the living room, beaming proudly from ear to ear, where she finds their mother Aphrodite Noel sitting on a fancy plush red chair that almost resembles a throne.

“Mother, your wayward daughter has come home.”

“I knew this day would come.”

“It’s not like she has a choice.”  She sneers at Gloria.  “She cares about her family, isn’t that right?  And her sweet Melinda has been asking about her, hasn’t she mother?”

Aphrodite nods.

“Now go ahead, Gloria.  You know what you must do if you want to see your child.”  She looks towards Aphrodite.  “Pay your respects.  Honor thy father AND THY MOTHER!”

Gloria doesn’t move an inch.  Instead she glares angrily at Julia.  “I’m going to choke you out at Resurrection.”

Julia scoffs.  “Doubtful…”

“I WILL choke you out and you won’t make it to Last Stand.  I promise you that, Julia.”

She rolls her eyes.  “Make your irrelevant threats, sister, if they help you feel better, but you know what you must do if you want to see your child again.”

Gloria walks over to Aphrodite where she kneels before her.  “I want to see my child.”

Aphrodite shakes her head.  “Not good enough. Say, “I want to see my child... mother.””

“I want to…” She sneers “...choke you out, choke you and Julia out!”

Aphrodite is enraged but before anything else can happen Julia chimes in happily.

“Look who is here!”

She motions to the other door, where standing there dressed to the T is none other than Melinda Alexis Noel...formerly Melinda Alexis Braddock...Gloria’s daughter.

“Isn’t this wonderful, mother?  Melinda has arrived!”

Aphrodite nods. “Yes, such a splendid day. We wouldn’t want to ruin it with unneeded hostility, do we daughter?” She glares at Gloria.

“Of...of course not, my mother.”

Melinda smiles sweetly. “Does that mean you and grandma have made up?”

A sense of sadness washes over Gloria’s face as she nods her head in agreement.  “Yes, my mother and I have made peace.”

“Today is the happiest day of my life, my family back on the same page. This is a cause for celebration. “

“I agree, a celebration is in order, but before we have our family meal, didn’t you promise your wayward daughter a...spanking?”

Gloria sneers at Julia.  “Julia…”

Aphrodite smirks. “Don’t think I haven’t forgotten.”

Melinda nods. “Mother, you always told me that there are consequences for every action.  You should not have disobeyed grandmother.”

Aphrodite points to her lap. “Here here, Gloria. Lay across my lap. Your punishment has been long overdue.”

Julia leans over to whisper into Gloria’s ear.  “If you don’t play your role properly in front of Melinda then we’ll make sure you NEVER see her again!”

Through gritted teeth Gloria sighs and walks over to Aphrodite and does as she is told, laying across her lap.  Aphrodite smacks Glory on the butt once. Julia is taking great enjoyment over his sister’s humiliation. Gloria simply glares a hole right through Julia. Aphrodite smacks Gloria’s butt again.

“That’s for breaking my heart!”

Another smack.

“And that is for bringing grave shame on our family.”

Her final smack carries all the anger Aphrodite has been carrying for months.

“Hope you learned your lesson, daughter.”

Gloria’s face is contorted, as she is fighting back…are those tears? “I...I have...mother.”

Julia is grinning from ear to ear, a smile that will have to be surgically removed.  “Melinda, dear!”

“Yes, aunt Julia?”

“Why don’t you go to the dining room and inform the servants that we are ready for the celebratory meal?  The three of us have some things to...discuss.”

Melinda curtsies.  “Of course, Aunt Julia.”

With that Melinda makes her exit.  Julia then turns to face Aphrodite and Gloria.

“Isn’t it wonderful to have family back together at last?”

“Amen.”

Julia glares at Gloria. “Too bad it’s all an act…”

She gets up in Gloria’s face.  “Too bad you don’t really mean any of this.  But at least Melinda will have me to look up to as a mother figure, since you are such a disappointment.  She’ll learn to accept me soon enough, just as she accepted that she is a Noel and NOT a Braddock.”

Gloria reaches out and snatches Julia by her throat.  “All I have to do is squeeze...”

“SILENCE!” Aphrodite sighs.  “Enough of this, children. Not today. When you two finally clash in the ring it ends there. I will not tolerate anymore disfunction in my house. Are we clear?!!”

Gloria releases Julia.  After rubbing her neck in pain Julia nods.  “Yes, of course mother.  I apologize for any angst I caused you.”

“Soak it up.  Soak it up while you can, the both of you.  After I get done choking Julia out, I may not be your child anymore.”

Julia grins. “May?  You don’t sound very confident.  Is there something I don’t know about?”

“I will always be your mother, I will not entertain such rubbish!”

“I beat Julia, I get my name back.  I lose, I get my name back but you get my company.  Either way…”

Julia shakes her head. “NO!”

Julia gets up in her face.  “You said “may”...you aren’t sure of yourself are you?”

Gloria remains silent and that silence speaks volumes.  “You’re breaking, aren’t you?  I love it!”

“Speak freely, Gloria. Come... sit here.”  Aphrodite points to her lap again, this time for purpose of Gloria sitting down on her lap.  “I’m your mother, there is nothing you can’t tell me.”

Gloria does as she is told, sitting down on Aphrodite’s lap.  This does indeed look like an ideallic scene of a daughter sitting on her mother’s lap.

“Moth...mother I ...I’m confused, mommy.” Tears, real tears form in her eyes. “I want to be a Braddock but...there’s something wrong.  Something doesn’t feel right and I don’t know what it is.”

Julia shakes her head vehemently. “LIES!  Deception!”

Aphrodite sneers at Julia.  “SILENCE, child. Gloria. Continue.”

“Mommy...I don’t know if what I’ll choose at Resurrection.  I don’t know if I’ll choose to be your child or not.  But I do know I will choke out Julia.  That’s all I do know.  The rest I’m confused about.  I’m confused because I don’t know who my enemy is.  But once I know.”

An angry glare forms on her face.  “They will pay.”

Aphrodite nods in agreement. “They shall, promise.”

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Gloria Marie Noel

On Camera

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What can I say about Julia Alexis Noel?

I could tell you about how she is a jealous, stuck up little bitch with delusions of grandeur.  I could also tell you about how I will choke her out really soon when I actually get to fight her.  And all of those things would be true…

The truth is that there is another side to her that is kept hidden, a side that you can’t see due to her crazy royal antics.  And that truth is that she is an amazing wrestler.  One of the best ever to come out of Great Britain.

How do I know this?

She was trained by Glenn Braddock.

We were both trained by Glenn Braddock, the man known as Britain’s Best.  He passed his knowledge onto the next generation with his wrestling school.  I attended that school and so did my cousin at the time, Julia Alexis Braddock.

Now things are different.  We are sisters and Aphrodite Noel is our mother now.  And jealousy, her jealousy, has torn us apart.  But what hasn’t changed is the fighting spirit we had instilled in us by Glenn Braddock.  What hasn’t changed is the ability and skill that we had drilled into us.

She may be crazy…she may be egomaniacal…and in my opinion she is jealous of me…but she’s also very intelligent, she has the skill necessary to make it through Last Stand and earn that title match, to go on to become world champion at Invictus.

And God help us all if she becomes world champion…you’ll never hear the end of it because she’ll never shut up about it.  She’ll preach to the high heavens about how great she is.

And she is great.  There is no denying that.

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Julia Alexis Noel

On Camera

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Peasants, commoners, filthy slime of the Independent Wrestling Cartel…get ready to bow before your Queen.

I have said it since I came here.  I have told you that I was royalty, that I was a Queen, a TRUE Queen unlike Selena, TRUE royalty unlike the fake duchess Tina Valentine.  They are but mere pretenders.  I am reality and that reality is about to bite each and every one of you in the ass very soon.

You have mocked me and ridiculed me since I came to IWC.  You derided me, thinking I was foolish for calling myself a Queen.  True, I admit that I have yet to really assert my claim to this lowly land.  And perhaps that is why you peasants scoff the way you do?

No more.

The laughing and mocking will end.  It is time that Camelot made it’s impact, it’s presence felt in the biggest way imaginable, and the best way, the only way, you idiots will be forced to sit up and recognize my claim to the throne is by doing what few have done, what few can do…

…win Last Stand.  And when I do win Last Stand, I will overthrow the insane pretender Taylor Chase.  I will overthrow her and become IWC World Champion.  When I have that gold, the symbol of IWC greatness and leadership, you will then have no choice but to bow down before me.

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Scene 2

Off Camera

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“I absolutely cannot stand it!”

Mason Van Stanton is the manager of Julia Alexis Noel’s career in professional wrestling.  What he has learned thus far about Julia is that there are times when he should avoid her like the plague, there are times when he should sit back and let her throw her tantrums.

This is one of those times.

Ideally Mason would be at home looking at porn…err preparing for his big match against Paul Garrett!  Yeah, that’s it!  Preparing for his big match against Paul Garrett.  And I do mean big, have you seen how much that guy weighs?  In any event, instead of preparing for that match (or looking at porn which a fine upstanding citizen like Mason Van Stanton would NEVER do) has been summoned by Queen Julia herself to The Noel Estate for reasons that still elude him, because ever since he arrived Julia has been non-stop bitching about her current situation.

Mason doesn’t understand why, for the life of him, that Julia would be complaining.  She has wealth beyond her wildest imaginations and at Last Stand she has an opportunity to possibly earn a shot at the IWC World Championship.  You cannot ask for much more than that.

But that’s the problem with royalty, isn’t it?  Kings and Queens, Princes and Princesses, they are always wanting more.

The angst-filled royal is in her living area.  A glass of red wine is in her right hand as she stands a few feet away from the fire place.  Mason Van Stanton is sitting in the plush black leather sofa with his feet propped up on the coffee table.

“Do you have any idea what it is like for me, Mason?” Julia sneers. “All my life I had to hear about how great Glenn Braddock was and then I had to hear about how great Glory Braddock was.”

“She can’t be all that great.” Mason chimes in. “I have it on good authority that she wears granny panties.”

“SILENCE!”

Mason sighs, shrugging his shoulders as he allows his client to continue her rant.

“I went to so much trouble to degrade Glory, to bring her down to a level below me.  I even went to a lot of trouble to assist mother in ridding the world of that filthy last name of Braddock.  I made her a Noel.”

“That’s right, you did!” Mason exclaims. “You won!”

“I haven’t won…” Julia’s frustrated voice trails off ever so slightly “…because now the same tired old shit is continuing.  Now all I hear about from everyone, including my own mother is, how great Gloria Marie Noel is.”

She spins around to face Mason.  She pats herself on the chest. “And yet I was the one who MADE HER A NOEL!”

Julia shakes her head. “I just don’t get it.”

Julia takes her glass of wine and tilts it up, downing it in one swift stroke.  After she finishes it she snaps her fingers loudly and a maid comes quickly into the room, kneeling before Julia.

“Your Majesty…”

The self-proclaimed monarch hands the maid the empty wine glass. “Get me some more.  Now.”

“I live to serve, Your Royal Majesty.”

With that, the maid gets up and takes the wine glass out of the room, apparently to fetch some more wine.  Mason Van Stanton doesn’t like this.  He doesn’t like this one bit and he immediately stands up and approaches his client.

“With all due respect, My Queen, I think this is a mistake.”

“What is a mistake, Mason?”

“The wine.” He motions towards the area where the maid had just left. “That was your second glass.  You’re going on your third.  And you don’t hold alcohol that well.”

Julia sneers. “I NEED this Mason!”

“Drowning your sorrow away in alcohol is NOT going to help you!”

“I just,” she shakes her head “I just don’t get it.  Can’t mother see through Gloria’s lies?”

The maid from earlier re-enters the room, this time with a full wine glass which she hands to Julia.  The monarch takes a sip and smiles happily.

“Thank you, my dear.”

“No thanks are necessary.” She curtsies. “I live to serve you, My Queen.”

With that, the maid makes her exit.  Mason turns and watches this with awe on his face before turning back to face his client.

“Do all of your maids and butlers act that way?”

“Of course.” Julia nods her head. “Some we pay, others have no choice because they owe us a debt, or we know something about them.  Regardless, all of the servants at the Noel Estate know their role and they know that we are royalty and that I am their Queen.”

“You have servants who treat you that way, like a Queen, you have wealth beyond your wildest imagination,” Mason goes on “and yet you’re complaining about one minor insignificant issue with your sister?”

“It isn’t minor.” Julia insists.

“Why can’t you just forget her?  So what if the world loves her?  Big deal!”

Julia reaches out and snatches Mason by his shirt collar. “Do you want to know what the big deal is?  I will gladly tell you what the big deal is.  The world does love her but I can ignore that.  A royal does not need to be loved by their peasants and commoners.  What I do want…DEMAND…from the world is respect.  And the world RESPECTS Gloria as The Best in the World.  Whether she is Glory Braddock or Gloria Noel they recognize her as The Best in the World.”

Through gritted teeth and tear-filled eyes Julia continues. “Even my own mother wanted to conquer Gloria…why?  Because Gloria was The Best in the World.  I was but a pawn in order to OBTAIN her.”

Julia releases her grip on Mason. “I have to prove to them all, mother included, that they were wrong.  I have to show them the error of their ways.  I have to show the world that I am The Best in the World.”

Mason watches Julia carefully, studying her intensely.  He knows she is slightly eccentric and perhaps a little brainwashed as well but yet there a hint of sincerity here, a touch of truth.  Julia truly is jealous of Gloria.  Julia truly wants to prove herself to the wrestling world but most importantly to her family, her real family being Gloria Marie Noel and Glenn Braddock.  She remembers all too well the times when she was in training, the times when she would fail and Glenn would yell at her, encouraging her to do better, but Julia just felt small and insignificant.

Julia also remembers all too well the times when the fans and other wrestling experts would ask her why she couldn’t be more like Gloria.  All she ever wanted was to be herself, not a copy of Glory Braddock.  And now, in IWC, she has her chance to make an impact all on her own, and Mason Van Stanton knows just the way she can do it.

“You know, My Queen, instead of moping around this big old house complaining about your problems, you could get out there and do something about it?”

“What are you insinuating?” She demands.

“You have an opportunity at Last Stand to do something Gloria has never done.” He points out. “Whether it be Royal Rumble Matches, Battle Royals, or GCW’s Civil War Match, your sister has never won one of those.”

“Never?” Julia tilts her head to one side. “Odd that I never knew that…”

“It’s true, The Master of Disaster always does his homework.” He winks. “And trust me, this Last Stand Rumble is your chance to prove that you are not just her equal but HER BETTER!  You can prove that you are superior to her and everyone else in IWC by winning this Last Stand Rumble and going onto Invictus to become IWC World Champion.”

He places a hand on her shoulder. “This is YOUR time, Your Majesty.  Make it happen.”

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Mason Van Stanton

On Camera

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Greetings, citizens of IWC!  Your Lord and Master here to lay some truth down upon your asses, truth about what you and everyone else in IWC can expect from Last Stand.

You see, I am a man with a vision and I have a vision for IWC, a vision where granny panty loving prudes like Taylor Chase are NOT world champion, where other granny panty wearing prudes like Marina Valdivia and Marie Jones do NOT win the Last Stand Rumble and main event Invictus, where cheap whores like Katelyn Buehler are not even allowed in this company any longer!

I have a vision of IWC where everyone worships at the feet of your true queen Julia Alexis Noel.

But the problem is, you people are a bunch of idiots!  Your brain cells have been fried from watching too many Star Trek reruns you damn dweebs!  Get out of your mother’s basement and put away the cheetoes!  Join the real world and do it fast, morons, because the real world is about to hit you like a ton of fucking bricks!

And the leader of the real world is Julia Noel.

My name is Mason Van Stanton and I do not deal with losers.  If you want someone who deals with losers then all you gotta do is go looking for ol’ Paul Garrett.  That fat piece of shit couldn’t manage his way out of a wet paper bag and he thinks he can fight me?  Bullshit!  I’m gonna plant my foot so far up his ass he won’t know what hit him!

I can take care of business physically if I have to but I’d rather let me glorious Queen do the whole physical thing.  That’s her gig and, quite honestly, she’s good at it.  Like I said, I don’t deal with losers.  I deal with winners and Julia Alexis Noel is a WINNER!

And she will be the WINNER of Last Stand.

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Julia Alexis Noel

Off Camera

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The scene before us is a very expensive-looking, if not extremely regal throne room.  Yes, that’s right, a throne room, complete with the royal purple banners with an engraved “N” and red carpeting.  At the front is a red lined throne with gold arm rests.  This throne, fit for royalty, is empty right now but that is about to change as, walking down the aisle is none other than…

…Mason Van Stanton?  Yes, Mason Van Stanton all decked out in a black and white suit combo with a black tie.  He is grinning from ear to ear as he approaches the throne, standing to its right.

“Ladies and gentlemen…and you too Paul…” he chuckles at his reference to Paul Garrett “…stand up and pay homage to Your Queen, Julia Alexis Noel!”

Mason applauds loudly as another figure begins to make her way down the aisle, this time it is Queen Julia herself.  Julia is wearing a tight, form fitting red dress that hugs her curves, black open toed high heeled sandals, and her long blonde hair is left to hang unrestrained to shoulder length.  The beautiful monarch approaches the throne.  Mason makes a slight bow as Julia sits down on her throne.

“Hear ye, hear ye…can ye hear me now?” Mason snickers at his own dumb joke. “Hear ye as Her Royal Majesty issues the Royal Last Stand Proclamation!”

Julia smiles, nodding her head. “Thank you, Mason.”

She turns to face the camera. “It has come to my attention that the Independent Wrestling Cartel is floundering in what can only be described as complete and utter anarchy!  Chaos reigns supreme in these peasant lands.”

Mason picks up off stage props and holds them up in front of the camera, the first is a photo-shopped image of the New Eden girls each with goat heads in their mouths dancing around a devil-caricature of Aiken Frost.

“You have a devil-cult in the form of New Eden.”

Mason tosses it offstage and produces a photo-shopped image of William Mason screwing a random prostitute.

“We have a man, leading a group named Prestige, which claims purity but deep down inside we all know what they are about.”

Mason tosses that photo aside and produces another one, this one of Jessica Lasiewicz with lightning coming out of her hands.

“Oh and let’s not forget about The Morning Star.  How fair is it that she be allowed to utilize supernatural powers against mortals?”

Mason produces a photo of…Shamu the killer whale?

“We also have the insignificant peasant known as Paul Garrett.  Illustrated quite nicely in this rendering of him.  Bringing in Mary-Allison Chainz, only to have her defect and join The Slay Revolution.”

Mason tosses that photo aside and produces a photo-shopped image of Orlando Cruze in a pink dress.

“All led by this man…Orlando Cruze…” Julia snickers “…and we all know who wears the pants in that family.”

Mason tosses that photo off stage.

“All of this being said, it is my conclusion that what the Independent Wrestling Cartel truly lacks is leadership.  It lacks REAL leadership.  But fret not, good citizens of IWC, for your Queen has arrived and she will be your leader.”

“IWC Last Stand II is going to be my night to step up and take the reigns of power in this floundering company.  I will take control of it and turn it around.  I will take it from a chaotic warzone and turn it into a shining beacon of hope for all of professional wrestling.  This great company known as IWC will be an example, a shining city upon a hill, for the rest of the world of professional wrestling to look at, to gaze upon in awe.”

“Led by me, your ruler and Queen.  And all of professional wrestling will bow down before me.  Even the supposedly great Supreme Championship Wrestling will be forced to bow down before me after I dispose of everyone in the Last Stand Rumble and go on to become world champion.  For that is not just my goal…”

“…it is my destiny.”

She grins from ear to ear. “You cannot stop destiny, ladies and gentlemen, so get that nonsense out of your head right now.  Vanilla Skyy won’t get her first world title.  Forget about that happy ending.  William Mason can continue to pursue his Pure Title aspirations because he won’t be world champion anytime soon.    The Blacklist can continue to implode around Mika Kozlov because they won’t win Last Stand either.”

“The winner is me.  You are looking at the one who will lead IWC into the future and it all begins at Last Stand where I make my first stand as your monarch.  Thu says the Queen.”

Mason applauds loudly.  “ALL HAIL THE QUEEN!”