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[ Today's scene isn't anything too glamorous. Why not? Fine you tell me when the last time you cleaned out your closet that you had a super good time. Which is exactly the task that Jamie is doing today. Jamie in a simple pair a ragged gray sweat pants, and an old New Kids on the Block t-shirt..she is sitting on the floor with a box full of papers and cards inbetween her legs. Jamie sorts through the box and tosses some papers in to a large trash bag. She comes to a large yellow envelope and opens it. She looks at some pictures of her as a child. She smirks then stuffs them back in, as she hears a door open, and a man calling to her. ] Man: "Jamie?....hey Jaim?...you here girl?" [ Jamie chirps back. ] Jamie Brant: "Yep! I'm just packing up my room..." [ She pushes the trash bag closer to her, as Brandi James-Young's assistant Jack enters the room. ] Jack: "Do you have anything ready to go?" [ Jamie points to the boxes in the corner near the door. ] Jamie Brant: "Yeah, those over there..." Jack: "Good..I'll have the men move them for you." [ Jamie nods, and then leans back taking a smalll break. ] Jamie Brant: "Hey Jack?" Jack: "What's up kid?" Jamie Brant: "Is this move really neccessary?" [ Jack laughs and leans against the door. ] Jack: "Knowing Brandi...that's still a question you have to ask?" Jamie Brant: "It's just that I do like my apartment." Jack: "Jamie...You never have to do anything you don't want to. It's just that Brandi feels this is the kind of place a college kid would live in. It's not the proper place for the Fem-X Champion to live." Jamie Brant: "I guess Im just fond of this place..." Jack: "Oh, you'll be very fond of where Brandi picked for you. It's a bit away from her house, but it's a really nice...plush..You'll love it." [ Jamie shrugs and rolls her shoulders. ] Jamie Brant: "I suppose..change is a good thing right?" Jack : "Always..it's nice to start new.." [ Jamie sighs ] Jamie Brant: "That's the problem. I've started off new so many times in my life already." [ Jack crouches down a bit and folds his hands. ] Jack: "You have? I didn't know that. I guess I just always thought that you were a spoiled brat." Jamie Brant:" Hardly....I've been living in group homes since I've been 10 years old." Jack: "Why?" [ Jack pauses and puts his hand up. ] Jack: "You know what Jaim, if you don't want to talk about it's fine. I was out of line to even ask." Jamie Brant: "It's ok..." [ Jamie looks down at the floor for a moment, then up at Jack. ] Jamie Brant: "My real mother died when I was two. I have a few pictures of her but no memories really, just the photos." Jack: "I'm so sorry Jamie..." Jamie Brant:"She's in a better place now.." Jack: "So what about your dad?" Jamie Brant: "He remarried when I was six years old...and I never really got along with my step mom..but that's another story..." [ Jamie stretches and then sits Indian style. ] Jamie Brant: "To make a long story short..I ran away from home to get away from my problems.." Jack: "At 10?" Jamie Brant: "Yeah, but when I first did it, it was for attention. I didn't realize it would turn out like it did. My dad and step mother got into a car accident, and my father died. My step mother didn't want me, and there really wasn't a close family member to take me. So I went into foster care, then a group home." Jack: "Wow..I had no idea. " Jamie Brant: "No does...well except Mr. James. " Jack: "I see, you told him?" Jamie Brant: "Not exactly...See when I turned 18 a few months ago this is where my sights were set...ever since I was 14 they were. Wrestling had everything I wanted. All the theatrics and glamour of hollywood and the athletism of a gynastic type sport. It's all I've been dreaming about, it's the really the only thing that kept me going. Was to think one day I could work for Mr. James...well his Old School Wrestling company.." Jack: "It's a damn shame what CJ did to it." [ Jamie smirks. ] Jamie Brant: "Yeah, but when I found out that Mr. James ran AWA...I showed up at his office showing him some of my Indy tapes and begging him for a job." Jack: "And he gave it you?" [ Jamie shakes her head no. ] Jamie Brant: "He laughed but told me that I had spunk...anyway he did a back ground check on me and found out what I just told you. Then he told me that he may have a mentor for me.." Jack: "Brandi..." Jamie Brant: "Yep...I was so excited...It was like all the bad I went through in my life..that finally some good is coming out of it..." Jack:" So you've been a fan for a while eh?" [ Jamie rubs her hands up and down her knees and takes a breath as she closes her eyes...She thinks back to being a younger girl and laying on the bunk bed in the group home. As she writes a letter that is the following. ] Dear Ms. Jameson: My name is Jamie Brant and I'm am just 14 years old. I love watching wrestling especially when you are in the ring. You are an inspiration to me with the way you take on the men. So fearless it's as if you are afraid of nothing. To me, you are my super girl! When I grow up I want to be a wrestler just like you. If you have any tips on how I should get started it would be the world to me. I respect your opinion and would appreciate any information you could give to me as to how to get on the right track. I look forward to hearing from you. Your #1 Fan... Jamie Brant... [ Jamie frowns and curls up her fist, then clinches her teeth. ] Jamie Brant: "Bitch! Just cuz I respect what you've done doesn't mean I have to like you." [ Jack stands up and walks closer to Jamie.] Jack: "What was that?" [ Jamie squints her eyes and looks up at him as she is clutching on to a very old and ripped Angela Jameson t-shirt. He sits on the floor next to Jamie and runs his hand over the old XWL t- shirt. ] Jamie Brant: "It was nothing..." Jack: " I never knew you were an Angela Jameson fan." [ Jamie wraps the t-shirt up in a ball, and tosses it into the trash bag. ] Jamie Brant: "I was but that was a long time ago till I realized that she doesn't appreciate when a young girl writes to her." [ Jack raises his voice in a questioning tone. ] Jack: "Like Brandi does? I mean the woman barely cares about her own husband. Did you ever see how she treats people in wheel chairs?" [ Jamie shrugs ] Jamie Brant: "Brandi's just misunderstood." Jack: "You act like she's a saint...don't get me wrong. I have seen shades of some what decent behavior in her before, but trust me that woman is evil." [ Jamie gets up and opens her closet door. Jack looks over and on the inside of the closet door in the center is a signed pictures of Brandi..surrounded by many magazine pictures and articles. It was a fine piece of scrap booking on the whole door that extended into the inside of the closet. Jamie smiles as she runs her hand across it. She dazes off to the group home where she lived in and thinks back about a similar letter that she wrote to Brandi.] Dear Ms. James: My name is Jamie Brant, and I'm a huge fan of yours. I'm 14 years old and have loved wrestling ever since I can remember. You are the most beautiful Diva I have ever seen in all of wrestling. Not to mention the greatest woman's champion! I used to be a fan of Angela Jameson, but she apparently thinks that she is too good for her fans. You have given me a better idea of what a true Diva should be like. I too will one day be a wrestler when I grow up, and with any luck I'll be almost as good as you. My wish is to one day meet you and talk shop. Do you think that is possible? Maybe if I wish and hope hard it enough it will be. Well I'm sure you have many busy Diva like things to do. So I will let you, I hope you have a great title defense at Bash at the Beach. Jamie Brant.. President of the Brandi James fan club... [ Jamie takes a cleansing breath and tilts her head, she flashes back again to the porch of the group home as she waits for the mail. The mail man comes up the steps, and Jamie is handed the mail, she flips through and picks out her pieces, then runs to her room to open it. She bounces on her bed sitting on her knees, and takes out the photo. ] Dear Jamie, Enclosed you'll find and 8x10 signed by me, it's fans like you that make my job possible. Thanks for the support! With Love, Brandi James... [ Jamie's focus is broken by Jack putting his hand on Jamie's shoulder. She jumps a bit and turns around as Jack whistles. ] Jack: "whoo...that's some collection." [ Jamie nods. ] Jamie Brant: "That picture really made a differnce in my life. It let me know that someone else cared in this world...unlike Angela." [ Jack snickers.] Jamie Brant: "What's so funny?" [ he covers his mouth and steps back. ] Jack:" Because...Brandi never signed that..It was a generic message. Infact those were sent out at the request of Sean Lane, by me. See Lane felt that Brandi should try to show some type of appreciation to her fans for their support. So he approved that picture, and then the message. Any one who sent a fan letter got one." [ Jack pauses ] Jack: "That was until Brandi found out about it, and put a stop to it. So I guess you can consider yourself...lucky at best. " [ Jamie's bottom lip quievers and she shoves Jack into the wall. ] Jamie Brant: "LIAR! YOUR A LIAR! Brandi cared about me, and she sent that. I know it! She's moving me into a new place and ...and.." [ Jack rolls his eyes and walks away from Jamie. He picks up a box near the door and holds it as he's halfway out of the room. ] Jack: "Believe what you want..you know what ever gets you through the night, but I've been that woman's assistant for the better part of six years now...trust me, it's the truth." [ Jack lowers his eyes and shakes his head, then looks up at Jamie. Who is carefully taking the picture of Brandi off the door. She looks at the picture and talks to it. ] Jamie Brant: "You believed in me as your fan..and I'm going to make you proud. You'll see..." [ She smiles and places the picture gentely in the box as the scene fades. ] Match Talk: So Ms. Jameson..the time has come. Finally everyone knows the truth...how you let a bright eyed kid down, how you chose not to care. I looked up to you, and you took my fan-dom...chewed it up and spit it out. Now it's time for me to get even with you. It's time for me to put you in your place and send you even further down the ladder than you already are. I do have a question for you though.... How does it feel knowing that all you are is a transitional Champion? Or was it worse knowing that you lost your title to Alex Wilkins, a man that you can't stand the very sight of. Although I can't see why...he's so hot! But you...Oh don't think I've forgotten about how I want to take care of you and keep you on your losing streak. Your time in this business has expired. Get out to the way...old maid and make some room for the fresh young people. You know the ones the fan actually want to see. The one's that have actual talent and abilty. Face Angie your time has come and gone...I think Alex has proved that to everyone at Lost Souls when he beat you for the World Title. Your the Fallen Angel alright Angela..but that's not to be a compliment. Time for you to head out to pasture cow...I'm going to make quick work of you, then smile knowing that my dream has come full circle. I'm the Fem-X Champion, I have a promising future a head of me, and not to mention that I am being molded by the greatest Woman's Champion to ever live. You? Well I think the question that you should be asking yourself is this. What else am I good at? What other things interest me? Because after Monday you'll need to answer those questions. Especially after this rookie hands your ass to you, and puts you to shame. Alex Wilkins has shown me the way, and not to mention the fact at how handy it will be with him being the guest ref. hmmmmm...are the cards stacked in your favor? I don't think so, but then again you'll probably play the role of the bad ass girl and say it's just how you like it. Angie lie to yourself all you want, we both know that you're doubting yourself. How can you not...you lost your World title..even I'm willing to bet that you lost a bit of pride as well. All the better...Monday night Adrenaline I'm going to finish the job and complete your destruction. I'm not your average rookie, someone you think that you're going to break in and make short work of. Oh no...I've watched you...I know your every move..For what ever you can throw at me, I'll have an answer for..I've not only done my homework, I've studied up on you...oh yeah Angie...You just shouldn't be scared Angie...You should be afraid... Very Afraid... |
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