The Next Morning
6:00 AM
Barely sleeping, I found myself staring up at the twirling fan, round and round it when, hypnotized by the motion, with so many different thoughts floating through my brain, screaming in unison to do the inevitable. What exactly is that? Eliminating every being in my life that has made it become a torturing living hell with each morning I crawl out of bed, wishing to stay under the warm blanket of security, never having to face the world? How have I allowed it to come to this stage in my existence, where I once shined under the warm spotlight of fame, the flashes from the paparazzi cameras peppering me in glitz and glamour, looking down at my feet for the “X” on the red carpet, positioning myself for the perfect angle, so that my pictures on the Internet, Instagram and Twitter catch my good side.
How life changes so quickly.
There was nothing more I wanted than to be liked and famous, where my face was one of the most recognizable in the world. Billboards, magazines, store fronts, malls, fashion shows and so much more before I even entered professional wrestling. My star was supposed to shine brightest, never once dimming at the cost of my own insecurities.
This was all their fault.
I have become something hated, abhorred by those who will never understand me. Holding on to my marriage, feeling a little unhinged, with more worry than faith, questions than answers, distrust than trust, with a constant paranoia wondering when the little bit I still possess is taken from me. Never did I think I would share another woman with my husband, the turmoil and angst has gripped me like the hands of creation, searching for a way out, I need to calm these tendencies, an impulse so strong, frightening to a simple premonition of things to come. I can feel her warm bare skin against mine, foot resting on my leg, turning to see Xiomara sleeping soundly. She is so beautiful, delicate, and dangerous. I could see the lust in my husband’s eyes, their growing friendship, tight as ever, to the point I couldn’t ignore it anymore, yet he still loves Kelcey, I know it…
And can I blame him?
No, she is perfect.
This is the reason I stare at Xio sleeping next to me soundly, blowing in my ear, that I must control this situation, for if I do not, I could lose them both. My husband’s hand firmly on her bare ass, I feel the need to push it off, but why? It wouldn’t solve anything in the end, instead start something more, pushing him further and further from me. Therefore, I cannot lose the baby; I am the only mother he recognizes, but I must ask myself how far will I go to protect him?
I guess the real question would be…
What wouldn’t I do to protect him?
There isn’t a single thing I can think of….
Even death.
FALLEN ANGEL
THE MIND OF A KILLER
From Taking Hold of the Flame until now, Sienna Swann has had her ups and downs. With the Road moving toward Rise To Greatness, it is already set in stone who she will be facing, none other than Jordan Majors after what she did to her months ago. Taking Hold of the Flame was to be her and Chris Cannon’s moment, finding themselves the final three, after Sienna rid of Jordan who did break her record for longest tenure in the Flame, though for Sienna that was simply another ploy to try and get under her skin as Rachel Tatum Lee last year had already topped Swann’s record. Sienna was more upset about what happened in David Helms hometown, both she and Chris had it won, but that was not the case and the Swann found herself licking wounds along with her husband, as they walked out watching the celebration in the ring between David and his wife, the woman that was Sienna’s best friend once, Regan Street.
That was not the story being told though.
There was something quite frightening and underlying happening to Sienna. The once beauty queen, Ms. South Africa, and former Miss Universe had transitioned into the World of Wrestling, and it was not easy at first. But after a few years of learning, with the Women’s Championship among other titles she had won, Sienna’s goal to be a World Champion came two years ago after RTG when she defeated Kennedy Street. Since then, the Heavenly Angel has skyrocketed until everything came to a complete halt at the End of the Year Battle Royal, where she found herself yet again at the losing end of politics, a trios contract and a boss that dislikes her so much, she wants to see Sienna fail. All of this, culminated with her personal struggles with addiction, the fight for Nathaniel, the son of Chris Cannon and Kelcey Wallace, but raised by Sienna from birth, let us not forget the crumbling of the empire known as “For The People”, Movement which at one point was the one thing everyone talked about, then suddenly with the help from Sasha and others within the SCW, it was destroyed and Sienna blames the company she works for as the sole culprit to what happened….
And with it, Laura Steinbeck.
With the emergence of Xiomara Diaz, present, things had started to change, but the undertones were darker, a more malicious and angrier Sienna Swann began to appear, and with it, many couldn’t see the underlying deaf tones this woman carried…
Evil.
She started to fascinate about hurting and even killing her enemies. She started doing erratic things and expressing the same kind of behavior, so far as to take Nathaniel to Big Bear Mountain, the site of her crash with Bree. She was drinking herself silly again, then without warning, her parents found out about what happened to her father Steven, attacked by men that Sienna paid off, he couldn’t stand to see her face, kicking her out much to the chagrin of Sierra, her younger sister and Amanda, her mother who was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt…..
That though was not enough.
In a rage Sienna almost ruined the custody hearing with Chris and Kelcey over Nathaniel, then later that night the unthinkable happened, Xio, Sienna and Chris had a threesome, when the Angel swore never to share her man…..
And after that happened?
Sienna had her first episode.
Chino State Penitentiary
Chino, CA.
3:00 PM
Slowly walking through the cell gates, Sienna Swann dressed in a black suit and red blouse with matching pumps, nails a glossy coating and long blonde hair slicked back in a ponytail. The gorgeous former World Champion was by herself, the question is, why was she here and did anyone know. She was made up perfectly, like the days on the runway, where even the prison guards were staring at her heavenly body and posture. She was a ray of sunshine in a rather gloomy setting, but the Swann wasn’t paying attention to that, she came with a purpose, to extract knowledge from someone she had hoped never to see again. He sat in the corner of the room, while the guards escorted her in. The light caught his green eyes, in the orange jumpsuit, akin to his stay at one of the worst prisons in America where the baddest of the bead reside. She sat down across from him, hands were cuffed to the table, ankles shackled.
Sienna had to pull some strings to see him. She nods, handing the officer an envelope….
Sienna: “There is enough to share.”
The South African beauty said quietly, in a cold whisper. The officer nodded and allowed her to sit alone in the room as they watched from behind the door, for no one had visited the notorious Serial Killer…
That was Lancelot Crane.
It had been over 6 months, the trial was still pending, but he had all the evidence against him. Sienna sat, reaching into her purse, and taking out long thing cigarette, lighting it without care, with a ring of smoke escaping her lips, the icy blue eyes narrow, staring right at Lancelot Crane….
Crane: “When did you start smoking?”
Sienna: “Right now.”
Crane: “I have to ask, why are you here. When the guards told me I had a visitor, I thought they were mistaken. Not even my family has come to see me and here you are.”
Sienna: “Don’t get used to it Lancelot, you have known me long enough to know that I am here for a reason. I am not going to take long; I simply need to ask you a few questions.”
Crane: “Questions? Okay, but first give me the courtesy to ask you a question, please.”
Her eyes shifted, it was obvious that Sienna wasn’t there for small talk, as the Angel sat back in her chair and took another drag from her cigarette….
Sienna: “One, only one.”
Crane: “Be truthful with me. If you want to talk, then I don’t want filter. I will answer whatever you like, but you will give me the same treatment. Do we have a deal?”
Sienna: “Fine.”
Crane: “Good. You are here because something deep down inside is bothering you.”
Sienna: “No.”
Crane: “Liar. Your thoughts are starting to betray you.”
Sienna: “No.”
Crane: “Liar. You came to me because I can answer the questions you have no answers too, afraid to see what they really mean, correct?”
Sienna: No.”
Crane: “LIAR!”
*SLAM!*
Lancelot’s arms and clenched fist come crashing down on the table, Sienna is startled some, jumping back….
Crane: “That’s three lies in a row like Judas did to Jesus before the cock crowed. If we are going to build trust, then you need to be honest with me. Can you do that?”
Sienna: “I will be totally honest with you but not on your accord, but on mine. You will answer my questions and then if you have anything left to ask me, then by all means, ask away.”
Crane: “That’s fair. Go ahead, tell me why you are here.”
Sienna: “Why did you do it?”
He starts to laugh a little, almost arrogantly that this was the question she was asking. Crane crossed his leg, shaking his head and sighing deeply. He wasn’t surprised by the question, more disappointed. Running his fingers through his hair, a small chuckle escaped from his lips…
Crane: “You came all the way here for that? Come now Sienna, I thought better of you, I am disappointed and….”
Sienna: “…. Shut up Lancelot! How did it start?”
Crane: “How did what start?”
Sienna: “This? Why you are here. The lives you took, the reason behind it. How did it start?”
Crane: “You mean the killing?”
Sienna: “Yes, the killing. There are times you could have easily killed me, yet you didn’t, why?”
He didn’t answer the question right away, turning his attention to the cuffs restraining Crane from having both of his hands free….
Crane: “There were people I genuinely disliked in the business. I don’t know how many times I thought about strangling them. I thought about you too, but Sienna Swann was too high profile, that would get too much attention, besides, we may have been at odds, but we were intimate with each other quite a few times in our storied past to the point, I think I would have regretted doing it, and this is the last thing you want, any sort of regret. So no, I was never planning on harming you. I didn’t plan on killing anyone, it just came down to that.”
Sienna: “Why? What would lead you to terminate a person forever from this planet?”
Crane: “This question on the other hand is extremely easy to answer. For the same reasons you would.”
Her blue eyes widen a little…
Crane: “That is why you’re here. Sienna Swann has reached a point where killing is now an option and it scares the hell out of you and yet it also entices and whet’s the appetite. There is always that one person in your life that is worth ridding of.”
Sienna: “More like five.”
Crane: “Five? Well then shit Sienna, go buy an AR-15 and mow them down at one time.”
Sienna: “I am not a mass murderer.”
Crane: “No? Then what are you?”
She had to pause and think for a moment, this who reasoning why she was there, everything that led to this, to come and see him, hoping she can understand the thoughts and feelings she was having, all for what? To speak with a man who was a psychopath. Taking another drag of her cigarette, their eyes meet, glaring at one another….
While thinking of earlier today….
7 Hours Earlier
Hollywood Hills, CA.
It was a nice quiet morning for a change, Sienna had woken up early to care for Nathaniel while Chris was still in bed. Laura was up and getting some sun on the balcony. Swann loved these little moments with Nathaniel, nothing made her feel more wholesome and truer, especially spending time with her son, at least legally but not biologically. Sienna doesn’t look at him as anything less, then that, it is one main reason she has been so paranoid lately, just the fact the hearing already happened, the threats thrown, there was no coming to any conclusions.
Sienna was in some shorts and tank top, barefoot with long blonde hair in a ponytail, glossy polish on her nails. The South African beauties hands holding the small fingers of Nathan as he continued talking those first steps. A big smile formed on her face, watching him grip her fingers tightly, trying to balance….
Sienna: “I am so proud of you son! You are walking!”
Letting out a laugh, Nathaniel was reminding Sienna of what was most important in life, her happiness and she had seemed to lose it somehow, buried in her work, allowing the SCW to take advantage of her, especially Sasha, stealing what she once had, a smile and love for the sport, her charity work and so much more. She couldn’t think about it anymore, it was starting to consume her very soul. Kelcey, Jordan, Blake, Selena, it didn’t matter, it had become an obsession to her. It was her thoughts, while looking down at this bright young little boy that she could call hers, walking.
Yet though, she thought of Breakdown, the night Jordan dropped Xiomara with the Cash Out. It was telling the moments after that where no one saw what was really happening. When Kelcey Wallace had the picture smashed on her face. The concern from Chris, bothered Sienna. His willingness to go and see her, everything about that was too much.
And as she feels the smooth skin of her son on hers, slowly the blue eyes of the Angel close and darkness befalls upon her, hearing Nathaniel laughing, his little feet touching the floor…
Not now…
Breakdown
Little Rock, AK.
6.24.2020
After preventing Chris from seeing Kelcey Wallace, Xiomara had escorted him out. Sienna went to grab the last few things in the locker room when she stopped, leaning against the doorway, already opened, half her face staring at Kelcey being helped my medical technicians. Sienna was in jeans, open toed heels and a black halter top. Her blue eyes glaring, the Perfect Pack surrounding The Perfect Ten, even the likes of Cookie and Jordan there, now attached at the hip, with other concerned wrestlers checking on her status. Sienna couldn’t take her eyes off her, she kept seeing images of herself…..
Kelcey’s lifeless body in her arms.
It seemed so real, and who would stop her from doing so, people can only push someone so far before they finally snap, and the wheels come off. It was for her child, nothing more. Sienna was entranced, mesmerized, she was out there fantasizing about death? This was not who she was, but as time when on, this is who she was becoming. It was probably 3-4 minutes, where she didn’t move a muscle, when finally, a hand caressed her shoulder, a startled Sienna quickly turned to see Bree Lancaster there…
Bree: “Can’t stop staring at the most glorifying horrific and yet most satisfying scene we have ever witnessed on National TV? The poor Perfect Ten will now have even more scars than the ones I gave her. Don’t worry babe, I get it, but you have been standing here quietly staring, it was a bit odd.”
Sienna: “Just say it.”
Bree: “Say what?”
Sienna: “It’s creepy.”
Bree: “Not really but…. Okay it was a little. Look at Blake trying to be a hero now, what a bastard.”
Sienna: “Can I ask you a question?”
Bree: “Anything.”
Sienna: “If you could get rid of anyone in the world, would you?”
Bree: “In what way?”
Sienna: “Just answer the question. Would you?”
Bree: “Sienna, calm down, what is going on.”
She seemed flustered, something was bothering her, yet she could not take her eyes off the crowd which contained most of the people who had done her wrong. Bree senses this is not the ideal situation for her to be in and pulls Sienna into the locker room, closing the door….
Bree: “Okay, what the fuck is going on with you!? You’re scaring the hell out of me babe!”
Bree doesn’t always come out and blatantly curses like that which showed she was nervous or something struck her while watching that blank stare from Sienna, the cold glare of the Angel’s icy eyes was somewhat frightening…..
Bree: “Hey, eyes right here, Sienna.”
Bree is snapping her fingers, suddenly Sienna seems to break whatever trance she was in. Running her long fingers through her hair, sharp nails scraping the scalp, stopping, slowly looking up at Bree as she sits down…..
Bree: “You need to talk to me babe, there has been some bizarre behavior from you lately and before I wanted to brush it off as nothing more than just going through some stress and really taking what has gone on with Nathaniel to heart and totally understandable but after Big Bear and the night I won the World Title….”
Sienna: “I ended up getting really drunk and passing out at your house, it wasn’t a big deal and as for Nathaniel, going to Big Bear was more for me to realize how lucky we are to be alive today….”
Bree: “No, STOP! You took my little cherub up there for more than that Sienna, you had a temporary relapse of good sense and put that little boy in danger, the same stupidity is going to cost you custody if you’re not careful! You need to focus here, are you listening!?”
Sienna: “Yes…. I am listening.”
Bree: “Good, then what kind of question was that you were asking me earlier!? What were you trying to insinuate? Seriously, babe, I want an answer.”
Sienna: “It was a broad question is all. I was watching all those people who have made our lives a living hell and so that is why I asked. I was just thinking what it would be like If none of them were here in the SCW, all of them, even Sasha, how much better place it would be. I didn’t mean anything else by it.”
Bree folded her arms wanting to believe Sienna but her erratic behavior lately away from the ring was troubling to the World Champion. She knew that Sienna not being in the United States Tournament would also add to her already unstable condition. At least Chris was in it, so it kept her grounded. Bree sat next to her, placing her arm over the Angel’s shoulder…..
Bree: “We are best friends. You can tell me anything, I will never judge you. I saw the hurt that you were feeling at my house, the truth comes out when someone is drunk or mad. I don’t know the whole story, but I want to know, Sienna.”
Sienna’s eyes tear up some, lifting her head and fighting them back, her hands start clenching a fist, biting down on her jaw….
Sienna: “I’m starting to lose him.”
Bree: “Babe, you are a wonderful mother, the last thing you need to worry about is losing Nathaniel, you are Chris are great parents and will always have his best interests at heart. I…..”
Sienna: “….. not Nathaniel.”
The Angel slowly turns, facing Bree….
Sienna: “Chris.”
Bree wasn’t expecting that from Sienna. With widening eyes, she looked confused and caught off guard. Sienna slowly leaned in, resting her head comfortably on Bree’s shoulder, not a word was said, just the two women sitting there in absolute silence….
Hollywood Hills, CA.
Present Time
Sienna stopped, picking up Nathaniel in her arms, his little hand grabbing her nose, letting out a slight giggle does the Angel. Everything that she could lose, whether it be the house, the friends, family, fame, it didn’t matter to her, the one thing she loves most is in her arms right now. That night on Breakdown was a wake-up call for her, yet Sienna would find herself sitting in a car staring at Kelcey’s house. There were others like Jordan and Blake, Selena and of course Sasha. Never did Sienna get a chance to redeem herself or ever get any requests she asked for. This was not the time to think about it, instead looking right into the blue eyes of Nathaniel, she smiled, kissing him on the forehead….
Sienna: “I will never let you go, that is a promise, you are my baby, my son, my big boy! Come on, let’s get some breakfast, daddy should be up soon, I bet he would love an omelet.”
Giving the baby another kiss, Sienna walked back inside and put Nathaniel in his little play pen with some toys. Heading into the kitchen, she started to grab the ingredients to make a Denver omelet, her favorite. Sienna turns on the TV, the morning news is on, the background noise at least can give her something else to think about….
The Los Angeles Chief of Police is urging residents to stay inside and do not roam the streets at night after another deadly string of shootings that are due to less police force and the protesting, several individuals were victimized by hate groups, the divide in the country has become a greater story as to why this is happening….
Shaking her head, Sienna cracks the eggs into the bowl, whipping them quickly…
In other news, the investigation is on the way to find the person or persons who dumped the body of Jordan Majors in the LA Ravine right outside Oxnard. Majors…
Her head springs up, eyes switching toward the television….
….a well-known professional wrestler was found in the early morning yesterday, a bag over her face, the cause of death, suffocation. The LA Police are now treating this as a Homicide, and if you have any information, please contact the LAPD. We talked to some of her close friends and associates….
Sienna stops whipping the omelet, placing everything down on the counter, moving slowly toward the TV, when suddenly she turned, Chris Cannon came downstairs scratching his head, Sienna looks back at the TV….
Friend: Debbie was a great friend and co-worker. This city lost a good teacher in Debbie Webb….
Tilting her head, Sienna pauses, that was not the picture she saw, they were talking about Jordan, the memory of strangling her was clear as day. She could tell what happened word for word, yet she wasn’t dead, this was all too bizarre. Sienna turns to Chris who kisses her on the cheek.
Chris: “Everything alright love?”
Sienna: “I…. yeah… yeah. I thought I heard something on the news is all.”
Chris: “Yeah… That poor woman, this world is going bloody crazy right now.”
Sienna: “It is. Sit at the counter, I’m making breakfast.”
Chris: “Really? What is the special occasion?”
Sienna: “Nothing, I just love you is all. Denver omelet?”
Chris: “Sounds good, thank you.”
As Sienna makes her way into the kitchen, Chris sits, he looks over at Nathaniel who is playing with a toy, he smiles, turning to Sienna…
Chris: “You two are up early.”
Sienna: “We did, Nathaniel walked outside, assisted of course but he was such a brave boy, so proud of him.”
Chris: “and you didn’t call me?”
Sienna: “You were sleeping…”
Chris: “Yeah but… You know what it’s fine… My son was walking You should have taken a picture of it.”
Sienna: “We can record him later. I figure maybe we can go to the park or the canyon, just the three of us after breakfast, make a day of it.”
Chris: “That sounds great. But I still want to know why you are being so nice to me.”
Sienna: “Can’t I be? We have been under a lot of stress lately and this whole thing with the tournament, our Rise to Greatness, Taking Hold of the Flame, we also have to deal with Kelcey trying to take our baby as well, I thought maybe just some alone time would be nice as a family…..”
He nodded, turning away for a second and glancing over at his son. Sienna sighed, placing the bowl down, her hands gripping the counter, slowly looking away from Chris who heard her sigh…..
Chris: “Everything alright?”
Sienna: “I’m fine.”
Chris chuckled and that caught Sienna off guard a little, he meant nothing of it evidently, but she took stock of that…
Sienna: “Why are you so concerned about Kelcey?”
Chris: “Are we really going to have this conversation again, Sienna? I already explained it.”
Sienna: “I think we should have this conversation until it makes sense to me, because right now it’s ludicrous!”
Chris: “Okay, you know what I’ll humor you one last bloody time. This hearing we have coming up soon needs to go in our favor, if we start making mistakes, they will use it against us. After what the Wonderland did, you are going on Twitter and endorsing them…”
Sienna: “What about it?”
Chris: “What about it?! You don’t think it doesn’t bode well for us, that is why I went on there and scolded them for threatening her.”
Sienna rolled her eyes and shook her head…
Chris: “You can shake your head at me if you like, but you know I am right. Just like I was right in wanting to go out there and make sure she wasn’t injured. And last week? Well, I had to be out there in support, for Kelcey getting hurt doesn’t help us at all in the grand scheme of things.”
Sienna: “She shouldn’t be in the ring in the first place.”
Chris: “Right….”
It was Chris turn to sigh; he didn’t mean to but the way he reacted then already made a paranoid seeming Sienna even more uptight…
Sienna: “… wait a minute, do you know something I don’t?”
Chris: “Things are not all that they seem, that is all.”
Sienna: “You saw her? You talked to her?”
Chris: “That isn’t important right now Sienna, we need to keep this civil, all of it. Going in guns a blazing is not going to win our custody battle. Kelcey is intent on taking full custody of Nathaniel, we must play this smart, alright? It is the only way. I just need you to trust me on this otherwise I might as well just fucking hand him to her now and be done with it.”
Chuckling, Sienna rolls her eyes and turns back to the bowl, placing the sauté pan on the stove, gripping the handle slowly, a move that did not go unnoticed. Chris glares at her, for a moment she takes a deep breath, grabbing the ingredients and cooking them, keeping her back to Chris….
Chris: “Sienna, we need to talk about this.”
Sienna: “About what? The fact you were concerned about her so much, you almost broke free from Xiomara and I to see her? Or maybe it’s what it seems, that you actually went to talk to her?”
Chris didn’t say anything, he did go see her in Ottawa, well he invited her to try and talk, open a civil dialogue…
Chris: “What’s your point.”
Sienna: “The point is now suddenly this stance we promised each other we would take has instead softened, because deep down inside….”
Chris: “Deep down inside, what Sienna?”
Still talking to him with her back turned, the Angel continues to cook, she doesn’t want to get hurt again, by anyone which has fed her paranoia. Lowering her head as the onions and peppers sizzle, she reaches over to grab the ham, but Chris takes a hold of her wrist….
Chris: “Deep down inside, what Sienna?”
Her narrowing blue eyes, glare at him, looking over her shoulder….
Sienna: “Deep down inside? You still love her.”
Chris: “She is the mother of my child…. Sorry, the biological mother of Nathaniel, regardless of how we feel I have to respect that Sienna, WE must accept it, there is nothing that will change it and once you bloody understand it, things will be a lot easier.“
Sienna: “No what would be easier is if she were still in a coma, laying in that facility but your damn brother ruined that!”
Chris: “You don’t need to remind me, I was there every step of the way. But you need to hear me out, this is not about some game now okay, if you want to hate Kelcey and she wants to hate you, that is fine, stare daggers at each other until the cows come home for all I bloody care! I cannot do anything about it, but Sienna, we need to be right about this or we are going to lose Nathaniel.”
Sienna: “No, you are going to lose Nathaniel if this charade with her continues. Kelcey is incredibly good at strumming on those emotional strings of men like you. Look at that fool, Blake Mason! She has him tied around the finger; he was wearing her bloody shirt last week! Are you seriously going to sit there and justify this? Look what she has done to tear us apart, instead of fighting her, you want to make peace? She is manipulating you, Chris and don’t think I don’t know about Blake and Taylor, that news doesn’t stay hidden exceptionally long, they called off the engagement.”
Chris: “I know I wasn’t trying to hide that from you.”
Chris let’s go of Sienna’s wrist, her brows furrow, slamming the ham in the pan and stirring it some. She stays quiet, not saying a word, before pouring the eggs in the pan….
Chris: “Just let me explain.”
Sienna: “Explain? What? That you know more than me already, obviously you talked to Taylor too?”
Chris: “Yeah, I did, you haven’t given me much of a choice Sienna. After that moment on Breakdown when you wouldn’t let me out, I’ve had to do this on my bloody own. I had to form a plan to make sure things would end up in OUR favor. It’s why I visited Taylor. It’s why I am the one that convinced her marrying that shit was wrong!”
Sienna laughed at the notion, shaking her head unable to accept or believe what she was hearing…
Sienna: “And to what end? To split her and Blake up, for what Chris? So that Blake chases Kelcey again? To hurt your brother? Or maybe this is the plan all along, right? Blake chases Kelcey, she dumps him like a bag full of rotten lettuce, the Scott splits from her so that he goes back to Taylor and Kelcey is free? Great plan.”
Chris: “I don’t like your tone, Sienna.”
Sienna: “Well that’s great Chris, I don’t like you sneaking behind my back.”
Chris: “Like you do late at night? Do you really think for one minute that has passed me by at any point? Where I wake up in the middle of the night and see you sneaking out the back?”
She tries to ignore the accusation by cooking. She doesn’t want this to get out of hand….
Sienna: “Can we please stop; I don’t want to upset Nathaniel.”
Chris: “Upset Nathaniel? Are you kidding me right now? He is fine, if you want to get everything out, then let’s do it right here and right now. Where are you going at night?”
Sienna: “I can’t sleep, so I go for car rides. That’s it, are you happy now?”
Chris scoffs now shaking his head, he didn’t believe that for a moment. Having spoken with his brother Scott he had been told she was outside Kelcey’s home. Chris knew this but didn’t want to believe it to be true…
Chris: “Car rides? That’s it, you go on car rides?”
Sienna: “What do you want me to tell you?”
Chris: “The truth. That is all I want Sienna; I want the truth.”
Sienna: “The truth? Coming from the man who is talking to his ex-wife WHO threw you out on the street and didn’t defend you when all that shit happened with Kennedy!? Or maybe, I would like you to be brutally honest and tell me how you really feel about her when you are supposed to LOVE ME!? You want what you are not willing to give, oh that is rich, Chris.”
Turning back around, Sienna folds the omelet, putting it on the plate and practically dropping it right in front of him….
Chris: “What about you?”
Sienna: “I lost my appetite.”
Chris: “So what you’ve had enough of this conversation now because it doesn’t suit you? I am trying here to have a civil conversation with you and work things out, because right now my number one concern is to keep that baby under our roof after everything we have done, and yet, you have this tendency to continue questioning me, when my number one priority is OUR family, Sienna.”
Sienna: “Our family doesn’t have a plus one, Chris!”
Chris: “She is the mother of….”
Sienna: “Stop saying that! Stop! I am the only mother he knows and ever will know! The ONLY ONE! How can you compare me to her, to this!? No Chris! I helped you get Nathaniel, she tried to murder the baby! Have you forgotten that!? Stop protecting her. Don’t do this to me after everything that has happened.”
Chris: “I what are you doing to me right now, to him… Everything I have done since day one of being with you I am doing for US!”
Sienna: “Her? Blake? Jordan? Selena? Sasha? They are OUR enemies, not just mine, and you need to remember that. Do you want to know where I have been in the middle of the night? Kelcey’s house.”
His eyes widen, tilting his head some, what his brother told him was the truth and not just some ploy after all….
Sienna: “Every night, when I cannot sleep, drive to the open lot at the side of their house and watch them. How happy she is, how arrogant and content knowing she is in control of everything that you allowed her to gain. So I think about what would happen…..
Chris is listening and Sienna was starting to get lost in her own words and immediately caught herself before saying anything else which could be considered convicting…
Sienna: “Nevermind.”
As she goes to walk out of the kitchen, Chris again grabs her wrist, this time tighter. She turns to it, then to him…. His tone now shifting to a more focused one…
Chris: “What would happen?”
Sienna: “Let me go.”
Chris: “What would happen, Sienna!?”
She yanks her arm away from him, walking over to Nathaniel, lifting him up and storming up the stairs. Chris is left standing there, contemplating what she was going to say, guessing whatever made sense to one who was under a lot of pressure… He would be remiss if he hadn’t said things he’d later regret so couldn’t hold that against her… the truth was however Sienna though has been erratic at times and she seemed embedded in her own thoughts. Chris now had to play damage control, for his wife was on the edge….
And there was no telling what she would do.
Chino State Penitentiary
Chino, CA.
3:15 PM
The question was still on the table, as Sienna’s thoughts had drifted away thinking about what had happened this morning. Her head slowly lowers while Crane asks the question again….
Crane: “I will ask again, if you are not intended to be a mass murderer, then what are you? A liberator? A savior? Aren’t you an “Angel”? Tell me, why are you feeling this way? A grudge? Is it the little baby? His name…. Nathaniel?”
Sienna: “Don’t you mention his name.”
Crane: “Ah, it is. So Kelcey Wallace wants to take him back? I remember Kelcey, beautiful, those blue eyes and her skin, Perfection head to toe.”
Sienna: “Shut up.”
Crane: “I see now, it is this obsession you have had for so long that now it’s not healthy anymore. Natalie Jones, she was pretty, a brunette with green eyes, one of the first women I ever took pictures of, she became my artistic obsession, until it turned it turned into something more. She became very intoxicated one night, it didn’t help that I we did a few lines of coke that night when we went out to celebrate the final photoshoot of the Bazaar spread, we had. I brought her home, she was giving me signals, like you did.”
Sienna: “Stop you, sick fuck.”
Crane: “Oh no no no…. you are not going to do this now; you came to me remember? I can see the trouble in paradise, for Sienna, you have always been a woman that wore her heart on the sleeve, I liked that open emotion. So, Natalie. She turned me on and went for it, but her mood changed, screaming to get off her….”
Sienna’s hand presses on her chest….
Crane: “I told her to stop, she didn’t, before I knew it my hands were around her neck, and then it went silent. I never meant to hurt her but when I realized I took her life, there was this surge, it became intoxicating and changed me forever. There were three more after that including Jennifer Helms sister, which by the way how is she?”
Sienna: “She’s fine and in London.”
Crane: “Shame, so much potential. And then of course Ricky. He was an accident, that was never planned, but isn’t this the game we play? Survival? He found out too much and had to do it. I regret Ricky, hindsight, I wish I wouldn’t have done it. I’d still be a free man. But you see Sienna, when you get a taste, when you have that power, where no one else has it over you, they don’t know what you do, that you’re watching every step, well then…. It becomes like a hunger, famished and needing more. Your thoughts, they betray you.”
Sienna: “I don’t know what I am thinking right now.”
Crane: “You came to me to try and decipher them? Afraid to act on impulse but sometimes Sienna, impulse isn’t enough, for reasoning comes into play and the minute you stop it, then it transforms into the deed, suddenly there is no going back. So, ask yourself, is it worth it? Are you so afraid to lose a child, a wrestling match, anything that gives you the urge to carry out those homicidal visions?”
Closing her eyes, Sienna again lowers her head, as Crane leans in and smiles….
Crane: “It does.”
Sienna: “I want her dead. I want them all dead, but my son’s face stops me.”
Crane: “He isn’t your son.”
Her eyes open, head springing back up, gritting her teeth….
Sienna: “HE IS MY SON!”
Crane: “Then you have to do everything to protect him. How’s Bree? How’s Regan?”
Sienna: “They are fine.”
Crane: “I liked Regan, I didn’t want to try and kill her, again she was getting in the way. Bree on the other hand, she was a couple of sentences short before I broke her neck and dumped her in some cow farm in Chino.”
Sienna: “Do not talk about them anymore.”
Crane: “Of course, you come here with all this bravado, only to finally shut down and not admit what you are feeling and how you have no idea to deal with it. It starts with a thought, it grows into a vision, your mind plays tricks on you, convincing to the point you start to believe it. Finally, after all that is over? That is when you start to act upon them. Is that what you want? There are many ways to get what you want, I like you, always had. My only advice, is don’t. Don’t do it, because the minute you do, Sienna? You’ll never be able to stop.”
The advice came to the surprise of Sienna who sat back, taking the last drag on the cigarette, and placing it in Lancelot’s mouth, he smoked some, closing his eyes almost in a state of euphoria. She slowly gets up and grabs her things, turning to the door, ready to knock…
Crane: “Let me leave you with this. Those people I killed, they were not victims, they were pawns in a bigger game I played. As I entrenched myself into my photography, all I did was look at every single beautiful woman that came across my studio. I created something special and knew I could destroy it. IT became a God Complex for me, Sienna. The power I held was too much, so I needed to constantly remind myself I could do whatever I want and get away with it. Don’t be a fool, do you really think killing Kelcey Wallace and the rest of your enemies will change anything. More will come, it is a vicious cycle on continuous. Don’t fool yourself into thinking you’re exempt.”
Sienna takes a deep breath, before staring at Crane for a moment, knocking on the door. The guard opens it as she steps out, turning one more time to Crane who smirks. Sienna leaves and doesn’t look back. The question was, did she get what she wanted from that conversation, or did it make matters worse. Sienna at least left knowing….
This was only the beginning of her inner struggles.
One thing is for sure, Sienna Swann will do anything to keep Nathaniel, and yet the scariest part of this all….
Sienna feels like, she is losing Chris….
… and if that is the case?
All bets are off.
She headed home, ready to get some sleep and just forget this day had happened, but just as she pulled into the driveway, Xiomara’s car was there. Taking a deep breath, Sienna needed to play the game like Crane said….
So, it was time to play a good wife, and see where it led….
… until she couldn’t live the lie anymore.
SCENE FADES
The Next Morning
6:30 AM
Wanting to crawl out of bed, there wasn’t anything stopping me, as her body pressed on mine, the last thing I wanted to do was awaken her and start a chain reaction. I let my emotions to the best of my better judgment, ready to do whatever it took to get certain people out of my life. How sick is it to hear the local newscaster speaking of what I have done? This fabrication of stories concocted in my psyche like a lethal cocktail, sipped slowly have intoxicated me to the point that I am starting to believe it to be real.
It brings a smile to my face, which in turn frightens me to the core. They don’t get it, Sasha, Blake Mason, Josh Hudson, Jordan Majors, Kelcey Wallace…
They simply cannot comprehend what thoughts run in my twisted and yet convoluted brain. How much more can I take? The abuse from the power monger, Sasha and the SCW. The constant interference and annoying words of Jordan, the injustices men like Josh and Blake get away with, and finally everything Kelcey Wallace does to constantly hover over me like a spirit waiting for penance. For The People was supposed to elevate me to the status I always yearned for and Sasha, the SCW and others were destined to ruin it all, watching me crumble into futility, practically begging anyone to pay attention….
And when it was no longer a story?
I fizzled from prime time, my attempts and contributions were forgotten. NO one cared anymore about me and what I was trying to do, saving the world and becoming more than just a model and wrestler, but the jealousy, the absolute hypocrisy and hatred of others did me in and when Laura finally tried to take her life, I couldn’t live the lie anymore. There needed to be a resistance, a change in the air, nothing held back, fight until I get what I wanted and then some. Tiring of these moments when I lie in bed thinking about the possibilities, this simply made the most of nothing which existed, occupying my thoughts for so long…
It was time to act upon those impulses, listening to the voices instructing me to actions based on one sole purpose, survival. It was then in these few moments of clarity where I realized it was time to take actions, no matter the causes or consequences, and I needed to accept them. This I did.
Turning toward Xiomara, brushing some strands of hair back from her face, running my fingers across her lips, they in turn kissed me and my husband. She is the lucky one, to see exactly what Chris and I have, to share it even when it was never expected by glancing into the eye of the future. She is mine now and how I handle things moving forward, she’ll play a huge part in….
For those within my inner circle know now…
Sienna Swann is out for vengeance.
THE SUM OF THE FEW
The Scene Opens…
Citygarden is an urban park and sculpture garden in St. Louis, Missouri owned by the City of St. Louis but maintained by the Gateway Foundation. It is located between Eighth, Tenth, Market, and Chestnut streets, in the city’s “Gateway Mall” area. Before being converted to a garden and park, the site comprised two empty blocks of grass. Citygarden was dedicated on June 30, 2009, and opened one day later, on July 1, 2009. Citygarden is 2.9 acres in size—occupying two square city blocks—and cost US $30 million to develop. St. Louis’ Gateway Foundation, a not-for-profit organization supporting public art, funded the design and construction of the garden. While the city owns the land on which Citygarden was developed, the foundation owns the statues and covers all park maintenance costs except water and electricity. The Gateway Foundation is also in charge of providing additional security for the garden. There is no admission fee for visitors of Citygarden, which is located close to St. Louis’ Gateway Arch and Busch Stadium. The park is open year-round and complies with the Americans with Disabilities Act of 1990.
At the dedication of Citygarden, Mayor of St. Louis Francis G. Slay praised the project, saying, “This new garden is immediately taking its place among the great cultural attractions of St. Louis for residents and visitors alike. It’s dazzling, and its complete openness in the heart of downtown makes it unique in the country.” In front of local and state officials, as well as the media, Slay told workers at the park’s control center to turn on the fountains and tear down the construction fence.[4] On the opening day of Citygarden, city officials asked an ice cream truck to park near the garden to attract tourists, but many visitors arrived at the park regardless. A celebration for Citygarden’s one-year anniversary was held on July 10, 2010. The festivities included a flamingo parade, meant to “express the irreverent and whimsical spirit of the garden,” said park spokesperson Paul Wagman.
Here is where we find Sienna Swann, The Angel of the SCW and former World Champion that wants to get back to the top but has seen herself being held down thanks to Sasha, even when finishing in the top three of Taking Hold of the Flame. Now with Rise To Greatness right around the corner, Sienna finds herself locked into a match with Jordan Majors, though and on the road there, she must face Jason Helms before a huge tag team match next Breakdown. Sienna doesn’t seem to be concerned considering how the last encounter between her and Helms ended in a melee. Wearing black pleather pants and slip on open toed heels, a white halter top with her long blonde hair slicked back in a high ponytail and nails polished a glossy faded coat looking beautiful as ever. Xiomara with her in black slacks, matching pumps and a blue halter top, nails polished black, the sexy Latina points to the camera as it begins to record….
REC:
Sienna takes a second before pacing some, looking at the different sculptures, turning to the camera and speaking in her South African accent…
“A sculpture garden in the middle of an urban area in St. Louis, not exactly a place you would find a celebrity like me normally, but with everything going on in the World today, you can see that I am not afraid to step out of my box for a woman I adore in Xiomara Diaz. Art is perception, what some may find fascinating, others look at it as nothing more than a few pieces of metal or an abstract form positioned on top of a stand or slab of marble, much like what I am in the SCW, the most beautiful, intricate and expensive piece of art that everyone disregards at the price of none of them having a bloody clue what true art really is and it has always been how a famous chef once said, it’s like a rotten fish, stinking from the head down, being Sasha. Nothing angers me more than knowing that I am constantly being overlooked, pushed further and further down the roster for comedy acts like Cookie, or Sienna wanna-be’s like Syren or even nostalgia acts like all these fossils and names from the past who think it is still 2005….
No, it is 2020.
The SCW belongs to me.
Before I continue, if you expect me to respond or talk about Jordan Majors, for what happened last week or previous ones?
I am not.
Sienna Swann control the narrative here, not her. You’ll have to wait.
As I was saying, I have been the marquee name for the last few years, and while Bree Lancaster is the World Champion, my husband should be the United States Champion because it makes all the sense in the world to throw in a woman who already has a title opportunity in Selena Frost for the United States belt, the most prestigious one behind the World NOT be defended at Rise to Greatness is a disgrace and that falls on you, Sasha. Where was my chance? I could have defended it against Majors, but that has been the issue, you don’t want me with gold, oh no, instead you allow for anarchy to persist, not able to protect the Perfect Pack from The Wonderland, allowing a major belt to be surpassed at Rise to Greatness, leading to what I have been saying all along, Sasha, you are?
Is incompetent.
Infamous hasn’t done shit in a year but you continue to give them opportunities, Blake Mason almost ended my career, yet I have not seen him one on one in the ring. Josh Hudson comes back and automatically you pit him against me to preserve your precious cargo in Jordan Majors? How typical, for all it shows is that you couldn’t even protect your father. Let us all get something very clear here, I was in the Taking Hold of the Flame rumble for over an hour AGAIN, I finished in the top three along with Chris and the eventual winner, David Helms which again was bullshit, yet this is what I get but Cookie who was given opportunities due to her performance in the same match I out-shined everyone gets rewarded?
This company is pathetic.
I am frowned upon for my actions yet myself and my associates get attacked, my husband gets assaulted, but that is okay? See, I am not surprised by this and fully expect to be buried in this roster after RTG even as Jordan’s body starts to rot. Sasha, you are a complete buffoon and have never given me what I deserve, a fair shake at anything, even when I had the entire match favored under my conditions at Retribution, you still found a way to insert your will and cost me. This is why you were relieved at Taking Hold of the Flame, cheering in the back for the hometown boy, and yet he laid an egg last week against Tommy Valentine and this is your Main Event Challenger for Rise to Greatness against Bree Lancaster?
You’re a fool.
So, now you book me against David Helms lite again, surely the first time was not enough, oh no since he decided to disrespect me and mock my entrance? I didn’t have a right to go out there and pummel the idiot to the ground, because of why? His ties to the Wonderland? His psychedelic visions? His poor little headaches and migraines? That man’s existence alone is a headache, and just like so many others in the SCW, it seems like you’re more attracted to comedy acts than anything else. Is wrestling funny? Are we all one big circus now and you’re the ringmaster? Isn’t this the problem, you have no idea how to run a multi-million-dollar wrestling promotion, yet act like you do?
Well, now you have forced my hand and this is the one measure you should have never done, Sasha for like a wounded animal, when I am trapped in a corner, I will do whatever it takes to fight out of it…
Even if it means hurting a family who has helped me beyond to become what I am now as a wrestler…
A Helms.”
Xiomara’s baby brown eyes narrow some, listening to Sienna who paces through the Sculpture Garden. She knows the words of Sienna are true, yet no one is willing to listen to them, because usually the truth hurts. The SCW has become a comedy act, and the woman who stands in front of the camera is the best wrestler and athlete the company has yet they have pushed her away from true opportunities thanks to the old-schoolers and loveable characters they have now. Sienna stops, her icy blue eyes glare into the camera….
“The Helms family was nothing short of inviting to me when I first started in the SCW and was able to get away from Silas Mason. I have never forgotten what David and Regan have done, bringing me into their home, giving me a place to stay when I didn’t have a dime to my name driving a little Fiat around, renting Regan’s old beach house in Santa Monica, the days when life was a lot simpler. Regan was and in some ways still is like a big sister to me, she and David made sure that I was fed well, trained at Ante Up, was given every tool to succeed and given the chance to reinvent myself. I became close with Jennifer, brought her into the Beauty Factory, I would take little Jay out on outings, he loved the bloody funnel cake, I became a part of the family until my choices didn’t coexist with theirs, yet it started long before Regan, Josh and I broke up Past. Present. Future, when David had to run SCW temporarily as the GM, or whatever title he held to keep us in check and yet give people like Ravyn who stole Regan’s Taking Hold of the Flame number, the benefit of the doubt. In hindsight, I hated David for that, but understood his position even when he knew I was being cheated by the same woman who made his life hell until he finally met the right one and dumped her plastic, pretentious ass.
In New Jersey at the last PPV, watching Regan and David celebrate his win angered me, I wanted to rush in there and attack them both as Chris and I were walking back up the ramp, and yet something inside me told me not to, let them celebrate this moment, they will never get another one like that again. That is the respect I have for Regan, but that is as far it goes. The Helms family is about prestige, honor, and most of all competition. They stand for what wrestling is about, the essence and purity of what’s left, that is probably what I admired most, they are not comedy skits, they don’t act like clowns, they just think what Sasha is doing is beneficial to what the SCW used to stand for…
It is not.
I cannot say the same about Jason Helms….
Who to this day I still believe he was shit out by his parents. Here is a man who for years allowed his own brother to think he was dead, moved into the house next door and acted like a neighbor, using such a deceitful tactic for revenge, and yet you people cheer him. Here is a man that practically runs a harem with a couple of old, crusty cunts and thinks it is okay to act like a swinger, just like Infamous and anyone else who uses their sexual escapades to prove a point. Jason Helms is an absolute piece of shit who has no respect for anyone, even his own brother and sister in law. They know it, I know it, everyone knows it. Jason Helms is the kind of man Sasha loves, she sees this entertainment value in him, forget the immorality and what he stands for, someone that once stood for the Wonderland and now seems to always be involved with it one way or another, and while David is here busting his ass for the greater good, this ingrate is poking fun at someone like me with these idioms and biblical examples of how much humans are superior to Angels? Is that really ALL he can muster? Maybe it’s the same song and dance that everyone says and refuses to see the truth, this is not whining or crying, what I say are FACTS, do your homework, ingrate. Oh, let’s see, how about taking up airtime with his lingering headaches and such. See, I was there with Regan when he was trying to break the family apart, using her as bait as she refused to wrestle her own son, even going so far as to almost splitting their marriage up, much like what Tommy Valentine was doing, only difference is David was quick to take Regan’s side, that was not the case with Jason. This is who you cheer for and hold in high regard, all because he says funny jokes, uses a lot of curse words and makes you laugh….
How juvenile.
Honestly, when Bree Lancaster took him out, I was relieved, and then the genius idea of Lucas, David and Jason dressing up as luchador’s happened, suddenly they are all back and we are supposed to be impressed. Can you tell me the last time I had to dress up as a luchador to grab attention and make a big comeback? Never, for I want you to know who is here ready to take her place unlike this waste of space. Now he is held in a high standard, the man is nothing more than a trope, he is candy to the Wonderland, for years tried to deceive and fracture his ties with those who loved and supported David, even fought Regan on purpose and remember the words he said to her? I do. But you see, Jason Helms is what exactly is wrong with the SCW, he is just like Jordan, like the Kablam nonsense, Ace Marshall, and others, a disrespectful and rude man who has no place in MY vision and what it really needs. And yet, they amass great power on name alone…
Not this time.
See, Jason Helms, there is a huge difference between that Sienna Swann, and the one you see standing in front of you right now. I have no qualms whatsoever of beating you within an inch of your life and using as an example to all the others who want to make jest of the Angel….
For I will use you as the message I need to send to anyone, including your brother, that nothing will stop me from reaching my goals….
Becoming the World Champion again.”
Sienna stops for a second, turning around to glance over at Xiomara who nods. Sienna is taking this match very seriously after their last one ended up in a melee. Sienna attacked Jason after he decided to make fun of her entrance, she did not appreciate that. The Angel is looking to send a message, and with other big matches on the card later that night, Sienna wants to make sure everyone is listening. There is a coldness in her blue eyes, one never seen before, which makes her extremely dangerous….
“Call me all the names you want, the ONLY reason anyone is even talking about you is because of our matches, twice now. My name alone elevates you Jason, it makes your name relevant and not as just the brother of David, it gives you purpose and recognition in a much failed attempt to victory, for I have never been afraid of failure, it has happened plenty of time, on my own accord, but when forced by the hand of the boss? Then what does that say about you? Ready to take hand me downs and cheap victories that cannot be attained by your talent alone. Jason Helms, what have you done since you’ve been back? Have your repetitive war with The Wonderlands, a captivating story that has us all gripping to see more? No, what you have done is take up space and TV Time that should have been dedicated to me. You are not the Black Sheep of the family, you’re the sibling, none of them wished existed. What you are is the perfect example, and the pun was intended, of the overbearing, delusional and degrading saviors of what the Helms family has become. Why did Dave and you come back? Couldn’t stand the fact women like me held the spotlight for so long, it was too much for you and the rest of your family to handle? Tell me Jason, if you are not here but to coast, have fun and think ruining my day is a sport, then why be here?
Simple…
Deep down inside, you want what your brother has, but never will and it is wrestlers like me that will stop ignorant derelicts like yourself. I have seen firsthand what kind of opportunist you are and how those fans love every minute of it, always in the same limelight as men like Ace Marshall and Asher Hayes, cut from the same bloody mold, pathetic, degrading and sick. Though I find a hobby in beating them each and every chance I get. This is unfortunately sad and repugnant at the same time, and to think, I was lighthearted once until I finally saw with my own eyes exactly who you were. Oh, I am sure you’re so proud of Amy Chastaine and her Hall of Fame bid, I bet that is exciting, did she spread her legs with the cobwebs all hanging out ready for her victory lap with you?
I bet that was fun.
My problem has always been, you’re dirt. Plain and simple, that even your own family at times do not trust or welcome you. I don’t find you amusing, a cancer in our sport and one by one I must rid of it. I am a woman that has been the target of a smear campaign, which you have gladly jumped in on it, no surprise. I know deep within my soul, there is no way I could have ever gotten away with what you did, oh no. I would have been taken to the center of the marketplace and stoned for everyone to see. You don’t get it and probably never will, while your brother carries the Flame and the torch, so concerned for your well-being, all you’re doing is pissing on the legacy carrying your matchstick. Honestly, Jason, you should have stayed dead. Now comes the time where the road to Rise to Greatness is upon us and I will not fail in putting you down. I will do what Regan couldn’t do, or refused to, so scared to lose her husband, I don’t have those ties that bind me. Jason Helms is the perfect example, there is that word again, for I am sick and tired of this show, for I know you will continue poke fun of me, and it will lead to another beating by Xiomara and I. Go ahead, say whatever your heart’s desire but I will not stoop down to your level….
For I cannot crawl with worms and roaches.
Jason, instead I will do unto you what so many others have tried and failed, taking you down and looking right at you Sasha. While the rest of you love to cheer for little Jordan against Syren, watching her fail, I will be the one to put on the show desperately needed on Breakdown. For Jason, you are simply another casualty that no one will remember, for I have set myself on a mission to take Sasha’s little favorites down one by one. You are nothing more than a man full of debauchery that has no place here, no allegiance even to your family as we have seen in the past, only caring for yourself and worse of all pretending that it is behind you, it never is. Well these visions, little headaches or whatever it is that’s wrong with you, just remember one thing, this was all your fault. I will not be denied or held back anymore. What you have accomplished here is fragments, pieces of what I have and yet you get more praise?
Let’s see how many people are watching when I end this charade once and for all, shattering your skull and relieving you of that migraine for good.”
Biting down on her jaw, Sienna’s cold blue eyes glare into the camera while Xiomara looks on….
“With a Kiss By An Angel….
How’s that for a “Bang”.”
They slowly start to narrow, still glaring as Xiomara now slowly cracks a smile….
FADE TO BLACK
/REC
Sienna Swann 