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One Day
After RIOT
Off Camera
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Running of
water is heard only briefly as it comes to a slow halt. It has been going on for quite awhile as its
occupant has taken a nice long bath after a long and hard day. The sliding glass screen opens up and the
lovely Julia Alexis Braddock emerges from the bath, wrapped up in a white bath
towel. She approaches the mirror, takes
hold of the hair dryer, and begins work on her hair. She doesn’t get very far until she hears a
loud banging nearby…
“Huh?”
Braddock
turns the hair dryer off and puts it down in a safe place. Julia slowly walks towards the door and
pushes it open, exiting the bathroom and entering her bedroom. She reaches over to the corner and grabs a
nearby club as a weapon. She hears the
banging again and now she can tell where it is coming from…
…her window.
Braddock
slowly walks towards the offending window.
She is careful and cautious, watching to see who may be there. Upon arriving she jumps back and shrieks as
the window shoots up and she spies Mason Van Stanton there, standing on a
ladder to reach her second story window, wearing overalls and a t-shirt that
reads “Mika Kozlov Is My Wife”.
“Hullo, I am here to, as you Americans zay,
vipe your vindows!” Mason remarks in a thick French accent that he is
clearly faking.
It takes
just a moment for Julia to recover from the shock of seeing her former agent
standing there on the ladder at her window.
She frowns, cocking her head to one side.
“What the hell are you doing here, Mason?”
“Mason?
I do not know zis Mason zat you speak of! I am Jaquestrap Coustaeu, world vamous French
vindow viper!”
“No, you’re Mason Van Stanton, a complete
ass!” She motions to his shirt. “And
what the hell are you doing wearing that dumb shirt?”
“Oh zis?
Mika Kozlov is a voluptuous big breasted beauty who eez the velly
definition of sexy!”
Julia sighs.
“Really, Mason?”
Mason Van
Stanton finally sighs. “Oh alright, it’s
me! What gave it away? Was it the dashing good looks? The brilliant smile?”
“No…” she reaches out and places a hand
on the ladder “…it was your putrid odor…”
With one
shove of the ladder Mason finds himself plummeting to the ground below…
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The Next Day
Off Camera
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It’s
nighttime and the household of Julia Alexis Braddock is empty…but not for
long…the doorknob slowly turns and the door is pushed open. Julia enters the house, reaches over and
flips on the lightswitch to turn the lights on.
Julia Braddock places her coat on the coat rack and then heads over down
the hall and turns right towards the living room. Upon entering the living room Julia flips on
the light and shrieks with shock and horror.
“Hi there, My Queen!”
Mason Van
Stanton stands there in jeans and his “Mika Kozlov Is My Wife” t-shirt, waving
stupidly at Julia. But what stands
next to Mason shocks Julia the most…
“EXTERMINATE!”
Yes, it’s a
Dalek. But not just any Dalek. It’s THE Dalek. The IWC Dalek. Dalek Street Carter Skyy Zellor Scott Hardy
Haze Mason Chase Starr Lindsey Silverstone…
…I could go
on but the list of Dalek’s surnames would take up at least 50 pages…
“No, no, no!” Mason says quickly and
vehemently at the Dalek. “Do NOT
exterminate Queen Julia!”
“BUT I AM A DALEK!”
“I don’t care!” Mason shouts. “You are NOT here to exterminate her!”
The Dalek
rolls over to Julia. It’s eyestalk looks
up at Julia. “YOU ARE MY WIFE!”
Julia rolls
her eyes as she whips out her cell phone and begins dialing a number. Meanwhile Mason Van Stanton rushes over to
the Dalek and gives it a swift kick.
“NO!
You are NOT to marry her!”
“THEN WHAT AM I TO DO?! I AM A DALEK AND I MUST HAVE ORDERS! EXPLAIN! EXPLAIN! EXPLAIN!”
“Yes, thank you…hurry please…bye…” she
hangs up and then gazes directly into Mason’s eyes. “Do you know who that was, Mason?”
“Um….no?”
“That was the police.” She smirks
knowingly. “You’re about to spend the
night in jail.”
Mason
frowns. “Oh…shit…”
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Present Day
Off Camera
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Benjamin
Franklin once said that you should “never ruin an apology with an excuse.” This holds true for Julia Alexis Braddock
more so than perhaps anyone else. The
lovely blonde and currently the youngest of the Braddock Wrestling Lineage,
feels a great weight upon her shoulders and a guilt of a thousand generations
riding in her conscience. Julia could
tell the world about how she was jealous of the success of her older cousin,
how everyone praised her and how great she was, she could tell the world about
how she was pressured to live up to Glory’s greatness and was looked down upon
because she could never measure up.
Julia could mention how all of this stress, pressure, and most of all the
jealousy combined together turned her into a monster willing to sell out to
Aphrodite Noel, willing to work hand in hand with that megalomaniacal mad-woman
in order to give her the one thing she desired more than anything else…
…Glory
Braddock on a silver platter.
That’s what
Aphrodite wanted. She never really
wanted Julia, Julia was just a means to an end, a way to get at the person who
claimed to be The Best in the World.
Julia thought that bringing Glory down a peg, and in the process letting
Aphrodite heap the praise upon her instead, she would finally have what she
wanted: she would be out of the shadow of Glory Braddock, she would be the
number one child.
Julia could
try and tell everyone about all of this.
Julia could try and sell this to the entire wrestling world but no one
would buy it. It’s just an excuse. Plain and simple. Julia’s jealousy led her to it and, to top it
all off, the reverse happened. It all
backfired on Julia. She was left
isolated, just like she was before.
Giving in to her feelings of jealousy did nothing. It proved nothing. It’s just an excuse and that is all it is.
She knows
that excuses will not change anything, nor will they right the wrongs that she
created. Excuses will not change what
Julia Braddock did to people like Marina Valdivia, Selena Frost, and so many
others. It will take so much to earn
their trust back…
…then there’s
the trust of her own family, her uncle Glenn Braddock.
“Ah, we’re here!”
That’s the
voice of Dr. Henry Van Stanton and he is in the passenger’s side of the car,
riding with none other than Julia Braddock.
The ‘here’ he is referring to is the Braddock Wrestling School owned and
operated by Julia’s Uncle, Glenn Braddock.
The Doctor wears a grayish tweed jacket, a button up white shirt and
bowtie, and a chocolate brown khaki pants.
He is anxious to get out of the car and watch the legend Glenn Braddock
go to work but, as he reaches for the door handle, he notices that Julia is
less than anxious to get out…
…in fact,
she’s not getting out at all…
Julia
Braddock sits there and stares at a photograph.
It is one of her with her cousin Glory.
This was back during better times, happier times, before Aphrodite Noel
ever came along. But now things have
changed. Julia let her jealousy get in
the way of her better judgment. She
worked with Aphrodite to help her capture Glory and to enslave her. But Julia thought it would end at enslavement
but it turned out she and Aphrodite did too good a job. Glory has been completely and totally brainwashed. The Glory Braddock and that Julia knows and
loves is gone. In her place is Gloria
Marie Noel, daughter of Aphrodite Noel, and it is all Julia’s fault.
Almost as if
he can read her mind, Henry reaches over and pats Julia on the back gently, comfortingly.
“It’s ok, Julia. It really is ok. We will get her back. I promise you.”
She sighs
deeply. “It’s all my fault, Henry.”
“No, it isn’t all your fault.”
Tears are
flowing down her cheek. “Yes it is,
Henry! I got jealous and wanted to
destroy Glory! And I did! I destroyed her! Now she’s gone and I have to face Uncle Glenn
every day knowing that I took his daughter away from him!”
“Yes, Glenn Braddock lost his daughter to a
megalomaniac and you have to look him in the eyes every day knowing that you
are at least partially responsible. That
is part of your penance. But don’t let
it get you down, Julia. If anything use
it as further motivation. Use it to
motivate yourself to fight to not just make things right with everyone you
wronged as Julia Noel but to rescue your cousin Glory Braddock from a living
hell.”
The beautiful
blonde stares into Henry’s loving, caring eyes.
It brings a smile to her face knowing and realizing what all he has done
for her so far. It is quite ironic,
considering the fact that Henry’s family and the Braddock family at one time
were bitter enemies. Now Henry, to make
up for his family’s sins, is trying to rescue the Braddock family from utter
destruction.
Julia leans
over and embraces him in a big hug. “Thanks,
Henry.”
“Sure, anytime.” After breaking the
embrace he points over to the front door of the Braddock Wrestling School. “Now we’d better go inside. I think it’s a bad idea to keep your uncle waiting.”
Julia
chuckles lightly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right…”
Braddock
opens up the driver’s side door and exits, followed by Dr. Henry Van Stanton
who exits out of the passenger’s side door.
Julia leads the way, with Van Stanton following not too far behind,
towards the famous wrestling school. The
blonde pushes the door open and steps inside, followed by Henry Van
Stanton. Upon scanning the area they
notice that this self-styled gym is empty.
Glenn Braddock cancelled all training sessions so he could have plenty
of time to work with Julia.
Speaking of
the dreaded drill sergeant from hell, the grizzled veteran known as Glenn
Braddock is already standing in the make-shift ring, wearing his own workout
attire, leaning up against one of the ring corners. He taps his wrist impatiently.
“You’re late…”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Braddock…” Julia says
lowly, quietly.
“Damnit, we’ve been through this! I told you to call me Glenn or Uncle Glenn. Not Mr. Braddock.”
“I know, but…” she sighs “…I don’t feel worthy of the name.”
“I’ll tell you what you’re worthy of.”
He growls angrily. “Now get your ass in
the ring. I want you to spar.”
Julia cocks
her head to one side, frowning. “Wait a
minute…I’m confused…no workouts? No
warm-ups? Skipping it all and going
straight into sparring?”
Glenn nods
his head. “Yeah, do you have a problem
with it?”
“Ummm…no?”
“Good, now don’t question my judgment again.”
He motions to the ring. “Get in the
ring.”
With a shrug
the lovely blonde makes her way towards the make-shift ring. She steps up the ring apron and enters the
ring through the ropes. Braddock walks
over to the center and braces herself for an attack.
“Ok…let’s go…”
Glenn
snickers. “What? Do you think you’re fighting me?”
“Yes?”
He shakes his
head. “No…”
Glenn
Braddock snaps his fingers. Julia looks
around, waiting for the surprise. Glenn’s
surprises are never good. She hears a
door open and then slam shut. Braddock
turns and watches first in shock and then with bemusement and disgust as Mason
Van Stanton, in women’s clothing and a blonde wig and with black contact lenses
in his eyes, makes his way, towards the ring.
He even has a foam toy title belt over his shoulder.
“Mason!” She exclaims. “What the hell?!”
She turns to
face Glenn. “What the hell is this, Uncle
Glenn?!”
He points to
Mason, balancing carefully on high heeled sandalds…why he is wearing high
heeled sandals to a sparring session is anyone’s guess…
“THAT…is your sparring partner…”
“But that’s…” she looks over at Mason
who gingerly makes his way into the ring “…that’s…”
“I am Serenity, your world champion, TaTa
for now!”
Julia
frowns. “TaTa is generally said when you
are leaving…”
“I can say it whenever I want because I am a
liberated woman so says this great new book I’m reading!” He pulls out a
book. “How To Win Friends & Cut
Their Insides Out Feeding Their Entrails To German Shepherds” by Cindy Todd. “See?”
Braddock
sighs. “For the love of God…”
She turns to
face Glenn. “Where did you find him?”
“He came up to the front door. Said he was Serenity and wanted to spar with
you.”
“You
don’t actually believe this act, do you?”
“Do I look like I’m suffering from dementia? I know that ‘s Mason pretending to be a
girl. But I know you needed someone’s
ass to kick as part of your training, so I figured why the hell not?”
It takes
awhile for Julia to finally figure it out, but when she does an evil grin
crosses her lips. She does have a great
deal of frustration and angst to get out of her system, a lot of it created by
Mason himself. Why not get that anger
out of her system now?
Julia turns
to face Mason, who walks carefully up to Julia while wearing his first pair of
high heels ever, he then kneels down on one knee and bows his head.
“My Queen!”
She wastes
no time in giving Julia a swift kick to the face, knocking him backward onto
the back. Mason scrambles to try and get
to his feet and ordinarily he would get to his feet but his high heels (his…that
word just doesn’t go with high heels) gets in the way. Julia mounts Mason and pours on right hands
onto his face.
Braddock
eventually gets up off of Mason and then pulls him up to his feet. She drops him with a Gloria In Excelsis Deo…the
codebreaker, if you will. Julia smirks
as she watches Mason writhe in pain before pulling him back up again, getting
his arms set, turning him, and dropping him on his head with Glorification.
Still she’s
not done. Julia gets on the mat and
locks Mason up in Shekhinah Glory, her cousin’s version of the triangle choke
submission. Henry Van Stanton almost pities
his annoying brother…almost. Glenn
Braddock just laughs loudly at his niece beating the hell out of Mason.
“Ok, ok, ok!” Glenn shouts. “I think he’s had enough. Get up…”
Reluctantly
Julia obeys, releasing the hold and getting up off of Mason Van Stanton. He’s been choked out unconscious.
“Good job.” Glenn says approvingly. “Looks like I taught you that move well.”
Of course he
is referring to his daughter’s submission, the triangle choke. Julia smiles, beaming with pride.
“Thanks, Uncle Glenn.”
Julia then
turns and looks down at the unconscious Mason Van Stanton. She playfully waves at him.
“TaTa, Mason…”
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Promo Time
On Camera
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“Good evening, good afternoon, good morning…I
think I covered all my bases depending upon where you are currently watching this!”
The
energetic man in front of the camera is wearing a grayish tweed jacket, a
button up white shirt and bowtie, and a chocolate brown khaki pants. It is none other than Dr. Henry Van Stanton.
“I am The Doctor, Dr. Henry Van Stanton, and
I wear bow ties, because bow ties are cool.
Do you know what else is cool? Or rather should I say who else is cool?”
He grins
knowingly. “Julia Alexis Braddock.”
“Who doesn’t love a good redemption story? This is better than Gone With The Wind or The
Green Mile. This is a GREAT story! Julia Braddock overcame her jealousy, fought
through her sins, and is now fighting to pay her penance, to make things right
between her and everyone else she may have wronged.”
He snaps his
fingers and points at the camera. “Now I’ll
tell you this, Julia’s story is far from over.
The redemption of Julia Braddock isn’t the final chapter of the
story. The final chapter is going to be
when she wins gold and brings honor back to the Braddock Family.”
“That said…I turn this over to the lady
everyone has been wanting to hear from…my good friend Julia Alexis Braddock.”
The scene
fades out and when it fades back in we see Julia Braddock standing there in a
tight black strapless dress and black high heeled pumps.
“Thanks, Doctor…”
She nods her
head “…RIOT went exactly as I had hoped
it would. No, I didn’t win, but winning
wasn’t my goal. My goal is simply redemption. I want to make things right. I did a lot of wrong to a lot of good people
and damnit I want to do everything I can to fix things. That is my primary goal and I think I got off
to a good start on RIOT.”
“Mason Van Stanton tried to get me to cheat,
he tried to get me to return to Camelot…” she shakes her head “…it isn’t going to happen, Mason. I will NEVER return to you or to Aphrodite
Noel. My days with Camelot are
over. I am a Braddock and I am NO ONE’S
PUPPET!”
She points a
long slender finger at the camera. “That’s
a message for YOU Silas Mason! I hope
you don’t think I’m going to just do your bidding and do your dirty work. Did you send Mason Van Stanton after me to
harass me to try and convince me to return to my old ways? It isn’t going to happen. From now on I do things honorably, which is
the Braddock way!”
“Cassidy Haze, you have NO reason to trust
me, you have NO reason to believe I have changed. Some believe me and are giving me another
chance, like Marina Valdivia. Others
refuse to believe me just yet, others like Selena Frost. And I can’t blame Selena. I honestly cannot blame her for not believing
me.”
“And I cannot blame you if you do not
believe me either. I cannot blame you if
you refuse to give me another chance.
But I’m telling you right now, you can rest assured our match on RIOT
will be fought down the middle with no shenanigans on my part. I will do things honorably and win or lose, I
look forward to a great match with you, Cassidy, because once again this isn’t
about winning…it isn’t about losing…”
Her face
grows very intense “…it’s about
redemption.”
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