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Date Posted: 06:23:26 09/28/00 Thu
Author: Mary Jane Francis Jr.
Subject: “Power Trip” Part 1 (Fury, Damm, Bock, Storm, Martinez, Devine, Dave, Vicious, Connor, Ali, VanReardon, Jordan, OutLaw, Shadow, Underwood, Kado, & Cat) Featuring: Trisha VanReardon









“Turmoil…”

“Mary Jane Francis Jr. had did what she had set out to do and she had taken control of CTN from Cat… however she didn’t get to celebrate her victory for very long. There had been a miniature coo and suddenly CTN, along with The Circle was split right down the middle. MJ was slowly losing her grip on those she felt were most loyal to her… starting with Trace. In the wake of what had happened to Stephanie Connor… MJ had passed on a chance to solidify her hold on him with the simple act of making her a member of The Circle… affording her some protection from the enemies she had made. MJ had alienated Trace and he had reacted rashly by discarding The Olympic Title. At The PPV… MJ had lost yet another title to Sebastian Bock when he pulled a stunning win over The OutLaw and Rachel Winston. MJ was losing her grip quickly and nothing could stop the hurricane that threatened to blow her completely away…”


1:30 PM… 28 September, 2000
Gladiator Wrestling Executive Offices



Mary Jane Francis Jr. walked down the hallways of The GWA as if she owned them… bumping aside expiring wrestlers as well as low and mid level executives. The higher ranking officials would have suffered the same fate… but they were wise enough to avoid confrontation. As MJ passed an office she stopped and glanced inside. A young gun in the business of pro-wrestling was sitting with a GWA promoter as they discussed bringing him into the fed from a rival company. MJ strolled into the room and stood behind the promoter as he looked over the young man’s accolades. The promoter nodded…

Promoter: Quite a record you have here young man! I think that you would be a wonderful addition to The G…

MJ abruptly reaches over the man’s shoulder and snatches the young man’s portfolio away and she begins scanning over it. MJ shakes her head as she looks down at the young man…

MJ: I don’t know if this is what The GWA is looking for right now… we need something different… something… something…

The young man, recognizing MJ and eager to do whatever he has to do to make it in The GWA cuts in…

Young Talent: Something? What do you guys need from me? Just name it!!

MJ shakes her head and tosses the man’s portfolio into his lap…





MJ: We need people who don’t suck! Sorry…

MJ walks out of the office as the young man grabs his folder and storms out. The promoter runs out behind the young prospect, but he is long gone. The promoter grits his teeth and storms after MJ, catching up with her in the hallway and grabbing her arm roughly…

Promoter: HEY! WHO IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!! That kid has skills that this company needs! He has a good head on his shoulders and he’s reliable! We were gonna get him at a bargain!

MJ raises her eyebrow as she turns and looks at the promoter’s hand on her arm. MJ jerks away from him viciously and then steps into the man’s face and pokes him in the chest repeatedly…

MJ: That’s part of the problem around here! You people are running wild hiring good-for-nothings like Johnny Vicious, Jimmy Martinez, and “That Guy Dave” instead of focusing on the athletes that really matter! Steve has worked his fingers to the bone for you jackasses and what have you all done besides collect a fat paycheck?

MJ looks down and pats the man’s rather chubby stomach…

MJ: Sat on the sidelines and lived high off the hog! Well! Those days are over as of now! The bullsh*t stops here! This company is gonna starting running the way it’s suppose to run! And if it has to start running without you… that can be arranged! You decide!

MJ turns and starts walking away from the man in a huff. The promoter stands in the hallway slack jawed as he tries to comprehend what just happened. After a moment, the man’s face turns beet red with anger and he charges after MJ and grabs her a second time. This time he forces her back against the wall and puts his finger in her face…

Promoter: LOOK HERE YOU LITTLE TRAMP! YOU AREN’T EVEN A MEMBER OF THIS COMPANY!! YOU SCREW THE BOSS AND THAT’S IT!! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO THREATEN ME OR MAKE DEMANDS OF ANYONE IN THIS BUILDING!!

MJ narrows her eyes at the man, and he meets her with an equally furious glance in an attempt to stare down the young CTN Co-president. After a few seconds, MJ glances away and the promoter nods his head… sensing that she has gotten the message and backed down. But the promoter is mistaken as MJ turns back towards him with a wickedly evil grin and a slight head nod. The man looks over and sees six men dressed in black uniforms complete with helmets and smoked visors…

Promoter: What the fuc…

The man never even finishes his sentence as the six burly men grab the promoter and slam him against the wall. On of the men pulls out a nightstick and jams it into the man’s ribs, then brings it across his throat from behind and chokes him out. MJ walks over to the promoter and points an accusing finger in his face…

MJ: Pack your sh*t and GET OUT! YOU’RE FIRED!!

MJ turns to leave, then turns back as an afterthought…

MJ: As a matter of fact… just toss his ass out! We’ll box his crap up and send it to him! GET HIM OUT OF MY BUILDING!

MJ smirks and walks off as the man screams and howls as the men in black pound him and toss him out the door, barely missing GWA ring announcer, Lisa Lopez as she walks in the door. Lisa steps quickly out of the way as the men drag the man outside. Lisa looks around and then walks over to MJ…

Lisa: Why are those men dragging Barry out of the building?

MJ looks at Lisa and yawns…

MJ: I just fired him…

MJ starts to head down the hallway, when Lisa calls out from behind her…

Lisa: I thought only Fury and Ali could hire and fire people around here.

MJ stops abruptly and turns around, staring at Lisa. MJ smiles deviously and walks back over to Lisa…

MJ: And there in lies the problem sweetheart! You aren’t paid to think… you’re paid to look good and announce matches around here!

MJ steps back and looks Lisa up and down…

MJ: And from the looks of your ever expanding ass… I’d have to say that your job might be in jeopardy next!

Lisa’s mouth drops open as she can hardly believe what MJ just said to her. MJ looks down at Lisa’s behind again and shakes her head…

MJ: Do yourself a favor… take that inflated paycheck that my Stevey-poo pays you… and instead of blowing it on burritos and tacos… get yourself a f*cking Thigh-Master! If you show up to Insurrection with your ass poking out like you’re fresh from some Sir Mix-a-Lot video… you’d better hope that that’s what you land on when I fire your ass and have you tossed out of the building as well!

MJ walks off, leaving Lisa in the hallway stunned. MJ walks into the executive office of GWA Headquarters and walks up to President Ali’s secretary…

MJ: Any messages for Ali?

The secretary looks up at MJ and frowns…

Secretary: Excuse me?

MJ sighs as she walks behind the woman’s desk and grabs Ali’s message book. The woman jumps up from her seat…

Secretary: WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!!!

The woman is abruptly silenced as one of MJ’s personal security guards slams his nightstick against the woman’s desk, shattering several of her personal picture frames and sending a stack of documents to the floor. The woman grabs her heart and screams as she is startled. MJ rifles through Ali’s notes… tearing them out of the book and balling them up as she reads them and tosses the ones that don’t interest her aside. After picking the most important ones out of the mix, she drops the book onto the floor and walks out of the office. The woman looks angry as she calls after MJ…

Secretary: YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE HERE!! WHEN MR. ALI RETURNS, HE’LL HEAR ABOUT THIS!!

MJ pauses and looks over at woman…

MJ: IF! If he returns… he’ll be listening to your ass on the answering machine… YOU’RE FIRED!

The woman gasps as MJ snaps her fingers and the woman is locked into an armbar by MJ’s band of security and dragged out of the office. The woman kicks wildly and screams in anger, but it’s of no use. MJ continues walking through the halls tormenting everyone in sight. She eventually comes to Steven Fury’s office and she walks in, strolling past his secretary and barging into his office without acknowledging her at all. The secretary gets up to stop MJ, but she is stopped instead as MJ turns around and points at her…

MJ: Hold all my calls!

MJ slams the door in the woman’s face and walks through Fury’s empty office… taking great care to examine everything there… especially a picture of him and her on the throne at The PPV. MJ smiles and puts the picture back in it’s place as she sits behind Steven Fury’s desk and makes herself comfortable. MJ rocks back and forth in the chair for a few moments as she looks around for something else to play with or think of someone else to torment. As she sits there, Ross Bobby knocks on the door, then walks in. MJ raises her eyebrow, but says nothing as Bobby takes a seat. Bobby clears his throat and looks around nervously… having seen the path of destruction left by MJ…

Ross: I’m sorry to interrupt you Ms. Francis… but I have to ask the question… what in the heck are you doing?

MJ stares at Ross for a long time without saying a word, and just as Ross is about to apologize and leave the room, MJ speaks up…

MJ: What does it look like I’m doing? I’m helping my little Stevey-kins run The GWA! He’s obviously not getting any help from that little wimp Ali and that ungrateful f*ck-doll Stephanie Connor! Steve needs someone strong and smart… not weak and ignorant! This company is saddled with some to the saddest talent around! If Ali and Connor are too weak to step up to the plate… I’ll step in and handle things right!

Ross: Forgive me for saying this… but you aren’t even an official of this company! How can you make any decisions!

MJ narrows her eyes at Ross…

MJ: Do you really think that Steve would go against something that I did for the good of this company to help him? Come on!!! He backs me in this 110%!!! If I decided to send your ass out the door to the nearest unemployment line… you’d better believe that Steven would endorse it in a heartbeat! Everyone knows that Steve has the stroke in The GWA…

MJ cracks a knowing smile…

MJ: Some rather “long stroke” at that! And neither Stephanie Connor or Haseem Ali can even come close to making a lasting or intelligent decision around here!

Ross nods his head… then looks over at MJ has another question comes to mind…

Ross: I was meaning to ask you about the attack on President Ali… you wouldn’t happen to know just who was involved in that would you?

MJ grins so broadly at Ross that her face seems in danger of splitting in half. MJ says nothing for a few moments until her smile begins to fade of it’s own accord. MJ takes a deep breath and puts on her most sincere look of concern…

MJ: Of course not! I think what happened to him was tragic and I hope that Cat believes me when I say… I HOPE HE NEVER STEPS FOOT IN THE GWA AGAIN!

Ross shakes his head, but continues to dig at her for more information…

Ross: It just seems like there’s only so many people around here that would or could do something like that… of course everyone knows that you and Ms. Jones don’t get along. You might have been taking your frustrations out on her nephew… that’s all!

MJ shakes her head…

MJ: Ross… everyone hates that little pimple on the ass of The GWA! He got his just deserts… but if it had been me… he would have gotten much worse! And as far as Jones goes… she can run around trying to recruit everyone under her… but sooner or later… they are all gonna see that I’m the right person to run The Circle and CTN! She’s past her prime… it’s time that she move aside and let that limp d*ck approach to wrestling die like the dinosaur that she is! She can grow a f*cking beard and start flying around The GWA liked goddamn Santa Claus trying to make everyone feel better if she wants! But sooner or later… Jordan, Craven, VanReardon, and The OutLaw are gonna see that my style of leadership… is what they need to thrive here! Letting idiots like Bock and Damm get the upperhand and talk trash as if this fed didn’t belong to The Circle already? Did you see what happened at the PPV? Cat is responsible for it all! She made MY Circle weak!! There’s not one title left in the stable that has had them all at one point or another! We have weaklings coming into The GWA… trying to make us marks and putting us down. I have a question for you Ross… when Underwood and Kado stormed into The GWA and put four stitches in my forehead… what happened to them?

Ross shrugs his shoulders…

Ross: You guys attacked them…

MJ narrows her eyes at Ross and leans forward…

MJ: No Mr. Bobby! My Circle systematically destroyed Kado and Underwood! They wanted to come into The GWA with a bang… well! It looks to me like they are on their way out with their heads shoved firmly up their asses! Did Underwood or Kado say a word after we sent them out of the arena on stretchers? NO!! They didn’t!! They laid in their hospital rooms and thanked God that it was over… but it wasn’t over… it’s never over until someone’s career is history!! The very next week… Kado is laid out a second time… and he doesn’t have a word to say! Fast forward to this upcoming Insurrection… Kado is about to be dismissed from The GWA… and why do you think that is?

Ross starts to answer, but MJ cuts him off…

MJ: Because not only am I the true power in The Circle… but I’m the true power in The GWA office as well! After next week… you’ll be able to call me “The GWA Career Killer!” But don’t think that I’m gonna sit back and confine my efforts to people that have personally wronged me… there are a few other people out there that are going to be meeting up with me and handing over my personal property!

Ross: If I might ask? Who are we talking about?

MJ chuckles…

MJ: Sebastian Bock for starters! Sticking his nose in my affairs… claiming my championship titles… verbally abusing me and my Circle. Sooner or later, Cat’s puppets are gonna get tired of being second class citizens while Cat runs around kissing everyone’s ass as if this were some sort of vote for who runs CTN! People like Bock and the soon to be “former” Gladiator Champion are going to open their mouths too wide and find something shoved down their throats that they hadn’t expected! My little family will come together for the common good sooner or later… then I’ll have my company and my stable back on track and clicking on all cylinders! And just like Kado and Underwood found out the hard way… every two-bit ham and egger in this company… from bottom feeders like Devine, Martinez, and Vicious… to people who THINK they matter like Bock, Storm, and yes… even the great, but incredibly long winded Gladiator Champ himself… Chris Damm are gonna learn their place and fall in line! With The Circle or without it… I’m gonna fix The GWA to my liking… and anyone who doesn’t like it… can get the f*ck out!

Ross sits there looking MJ as she looks back at him. MJ leans over the desk and motions for Ross to come closer. He leans forward and she whispers to him…

MJ: closer…

Ross leans in really close and MJ screams in his ear…

MJ: I SAID GET YOUR FAT ASS THE F*CK OUT!!!

Ross falls out of the chair and stumbles over to the door as he holds his throbbing ears. Ross beats a hasty retreat and closes the door behind him. MJ leans back in the chair and smiles viciously. Having sufficiently satisfied her appetite for humiliation, temporarily… her thoughts turned to Cat and her slow retaking of CTN and The Circle. She frowned as played with a letter opener from Steven Fury’s desk and spoke aloud to herself…

MJ: You’re not so smart Ms. Jones… this mysterious benefactor of yours won’t be able to save your ass for much longer… count on that!

MJ screamed as she jammed the letter opener down into the desk, leaving it sticking up curiously like a dagger. MJ smiled…

MJ: I’ll get you and your little banker too… then… the rest of The GWA will be my own personal hunting grounds!

MJ laughs sadistically as the scene fades…






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