Post by The Jersey Devil Diva on Apr 18, 2014 17:59:00 GMT
Act 1: Empowerment
EMPOWER
em·pow·er
[em-pou-er]
verb (used with object)
1.
to give power or authority to; authorize, especially by legal or official means: I empowered my agent to make the deal for me. The local ordinance empowers the board of health to close unsanitary restaurants.
2.
to enable or permit: Wealth empowered him to live a comfortable life.
Origin:
1645–55; em-1 + power
Related forms
em·pow·er·ment, noun
un·em·pow·ered, adjective
Synonyms
1. warrant, commission, license, qualify.
EMPOWER
em·pow·er
[em-pou-er]
verb (used with object)
1.
to give power or authority to; authorize, especially by legal or official means: I empowered my agent to make the deal for me. The local ordinance empowers the board of health to close unsanitary restaurants.
2.
to enable or permit: Wealth empowered him to live a comfortable life.
Origin:
1645–55; em-1 + power
Related forms
em·pow·er·ment, noun
un·em·pow·ered, adjective
Synonyms
1. warrant, commission, license, qualify.
The scene opens on the beautiful city of Jersey Shore. The sky was dark and filled with stars and the moon was high in the sky only to be out shadowed by the lights of the city. The camera moves to a club just outside of the city limits, where cars were parked in the parking lot. A sign stood in front of the club that read "SEVENTH HEAVEN". The camera moves to the interior where we find a smoke filled club where the music was loud, and flowed over the speakers, and young women danced for the men that sat in front of the stages that were scattered around the club. Most of them were topless, while others served drinks to those that sat and watched. Other girls moved with "clients" to the back room. The camera soon moves to the upper level where the windows that wrapped around had been tinted letting people look out but not in. We find Joanne, and the boys sitting at a table with a stack of money in front of them along with a counting machine. A woman about Joanne's age sits on Rude's lap, dressed in a very skimpy outfit, with deep red hair. This was Red, Joanne's best friend.
Joanne: You've been busy.
Red: That we have. A lot of conventions have come into town, and they all come here to experience the night life.
Rude: That and whatever else you can give them right?
Red: That's right baby.
Reno: No other club in the city sees a much money as you do in a week.
Red: I know. Of course we provide other things as well... I mean ever since we started selling "party favors" business has been up.
Joanne: Good to hear. I figured if we started droppin' shit like that then we would be in the money.
Rude: As long as they keep the shipments comin', we'll be in money.
Joanne smiles as the door opens. A young woman with dark hair walks in with drinks and sets them down. Joanne puts a 20 on the tray and she smiles before turning and heading back for the door.
Joanne: Bridget isn't it?
Bridget: Yes ma'am... Is there something I can do for you?
Joanne: No, but I was wonderin' why are you not out there dancin'?
Bridget: I don't think I should... I don't really have the body for it...
Joanne: Yes you do. You would get paid more if you did.
Bridget: Thank you... but my boyfriend doesn't think that I should...
Rude: What do you care what he thinks?
Scarpaci: Yeah... He seems like a real asshole!
Bridget: He's not, he just thinks that the girls here are being exploited.
They all laugh as she blushes slightly.
Joanne: Sweety, these guys come in here every night, throw money at the girls and for what? Hopes that they'll get their rocks off in the back room. But most them are here just to toss money at the girls. There is nothin' wrong with you dancin'.
Joanne: You've been busy.
Red: That we have. A lot of conventions have come into town, and they all come here to experience the night life.
Rude: That and whatever else you can give them right?
Red: That's right baby.
Reno: No other club in the city sees a much money as you do in a week.
Red: I know. Of course we provide other things as well... I mean ever since we started selling "party favors" business has been up.
Joanne: Good to hear. I figured if we started droppin' shit like that then we would be in the money.
Rude: As long as they keep the shipments comin', we'll be in money.
Joanne smiles as the door opens. A young woman with dark hair walks in with drinks and sets them down. Joanne puts a 20 on the tray and she smiles before turning and heading back for the door.
Joanne: Bridget isn't it?
Bridget: Yes ma'am... Is there something I can do for you?
Joanne: No, but I was wonderin' why are you not out there dancin'?
Bridget: I don't think I should... I don't really have the body for it...
Joanne: Yes you do. You would get paid more if you did.
Bridget: Thank you... but my boyfriend doesn't think that I should...
Rude: What do you care what he thinks?
Scarpaci: Yeah... He seems like a real asshole!
Bridget: He's not, he just thinks that the girls here are being exploited.
They all laugh as she blushes slightly.
Joanne: Sweety, these guys come in here every night, throw money at the girls and for what? Hopes that they'll get their rocks off in the back room. But most them are here just to toss money at the girls. There is nothin' wrong with you dancin'.
Bridget: You're right. When can I start?
Reno: How about tonight?
Red: That's right... I had Carmel call in tonight.
Bridget: All right then. Thank you Miss Canelli.
Joanne: No problem sweet heart... Go on. show them what you got.
She smiles and walks out of the door heading back down the stairs. Joanne sighs and leans back in her seat, and takes a sip from the glass that sits in front of her.
Rude: Do you know who you have to face this week?
Joanne: Yeah... I've been thrown into a cluster fuck of a match this week. If I win it I'll get a shot at the Diamond Title at the next Pay per view.
Reno: What is it with them putting you into matches like that?
Joanne: I don't know, and I really don't give a rats ass. I'm goin' to go in there and do whatever I have to do.
Rude: Damn how many are you up against?
Joanne: 5 others... Nothin' I can't really handle. I've been in bigger matches then this.
Scarpaci: Yeah but you always choke...
Joanne reaches across the table and grabs Scarpaci by the neck, with her eyes filling with rage. Rude and Reno push their chairs back knowing what was coming, and there was a chance that they would have to pull her off of her brother to separate them.
Joanne: You son of a bitch! What the fuck do you know about anythin'?
Scarpaci: Let.... let me... let me go sis...
Joanne: I should choke you out right now!
Rude: Boss let him go. You're under a lot of stress...
Reno: Boss...
Joanne lets Scarpaci go, and he falls to the floor, as Joanne walks out of the room and down the stairs toward the main part of the club. the music was loud, and filled her ears as she looked around. She walks over to the bar, and sits down.
Reno: How about tonight?
Red: That's right... I had Carmel call in tonight.
Bridget: All right then. Thank you Miss Canelli.
Joanne: No problem sweet heart... Go on. show them what you got.
She smiles and walks out of the door heading back down the stairs. Joanne sighs and leans back in her seat, and takes a sip from the glass that sits in front of her.
Rude: Do you know who you have to face this week?
Joanne: Yeah... I've been thrown into a cluster fuck of a match this week. If I win it I'll get a shot at the Diamond Title at the next Pay per view.
Reno: What is it with them putting you into matches like that?
Joanne: I don't know, and I really don't give a rats ass. I'm goin' to go in there and do whatever I have to do.
Rude: Damn how many are you up against?
Joanne: 5 others... Nothin' I can't really handle. I've been in bigger matches then this.
Scarpaci: Yeah but you always choke...
Joanne reaches across the table and grabs Scarpaci by the neck, with her eyes filling with rage. Rude and Reno push their chairs back knowing what was coming, and there was a chance that they would have to pull her off of her brother to separate them.
Joanne: You son of a bitch! What the fuck do you know about anythin'?
Scarpaci: Let.... let me... let me go sis...
Joanne: I should choke you out right now!
Rude: Boss let him go. You're under a lot of stress...
Reno: Boss...
Joanne lets Scarpaci go, and he falls to the floor, as Joanne walks out of the room and down the stairs toward the main part of the club. the music was loud, and filled her ears as she looked around. She walks over to the bar, and sits down.
Joanne: You really have to bring up NCW? Really you have to go there just to prove a fuckin' point Amber? You know what so may other of my opponents have brought that time up, and my loss to Zelda Knite on so many occasions! Tell me Amber do you see Zelda Knite around here? NO! She's sittin' on her ass playin' video games! No I'm sorry, she's out there somewhere suckin' on Falcon's dick! When I came into the IWF I didn't want to be reminded of my time there. I've been around a hell of a long time and seen title after title in other companies that I was dominant in. Here I'm done with tryin' to please everyone, or even win. I'm done playin' games I'm through playin' nice! It's time for me just to destroy anyone that stands in my way. None of you deserve to even stand in the middle of the ring with me, because I know I'm better then any of you! I've been put through hell and back, and yet you think you can walk all over me in the ring on Sunday night just because you have a better record then I do? What the fuck do I care about records?! Nothin'! So what if I win? So what if I lose? Why give a flyin' fuck over somethin' so trivial when all I want to do is get into the ring, and beat your fuckin' heads in?
Joanne is handed a drink, and she downs it. A commotion at one of the stages gets her attention and sees one of the guys that stands there grabs Bridget and starts to drag her from the stage. The two of them fight, and he hits her, as two of the security guards make their way over to the fight. Joanne gets up from where she sits, and makes her way through the guards, seeing Bridget on the floor.
Joanne: What the fuck do you think you're doin'?
Man: I'm getting my girlfriend out of here!
Joanne: So you're the jackass that said she couldn't dance huh?
Man: Yeah I am... What are you goin' to do about it sweet cheeks?
Joanne looks at him with a smirk, and helps Bridget to her feet.
Joanne: Go with Mark and Tyron, they'll take care of you.
Bridget: Don't let him hurt you!
Joanne: I'll be fine... Now go.
The guards help Bridget to her feet and walk out of the area and out of view, as Joanne looks down at the man that was on the floor in front of her.
Joanne: *Voice Over* Do you know why I walked away from the NCW? It's simple because of the fuckin' politics! Zelda never lost because daddy wanted to show the world that his little girl was the best, when she was nothin' but a fuckin' fraud! Me, I'm the real fuckin' deal, and Sunday night whether I win or lose someone is goin' to have their fuckin' head bashed in! Amber I'm not scared of you, nor do I give a rats ass what you think about me. I've tossed women like you to the ground, walked over them and climbed to the top. But this time around your face is goin' to be bashed in to the point where no one will ever recognize you again! You'll be lucky that you will eve see again, or even talk, when I'm done with you!
The man stands there and laughs, as Joanne removes the jacket she wore revealing the two 9mm's that sat in their holsters.
Man: You really think you can beat me?
Joanne: We're not goin' to do this in here. We'll go outside and do this.
Joanne heads for the back door with the guy following behind her. They walk outside and the door closes behind them. Joanne leans against a car as the guy tries to take a swing at her. She moves out of the way and he hits nothing but the hood of the car. As he turns around Joanne clocks him with a pipe that had lying on the ground. He falls to the ground, putting a hand to his head.
Joanne: I don't know who the hell you think you are, but you don't come into my club and put your hands on my girls!
Man: She wasn't yours! She belonged to me! I told her what she could do!
Joanne: Aren't you the big man?!
He kicks Joanne in the stomach and she drops the pipe. He picks it up, and tries to hit her, but she catches him with a hard kick to the groin. He falls to the ground, and she smiles picking him up and slams him into the hood of the car. She slugs him in the face as she turns him over. He spits blood in her face and she staggers back hitting her head against the top part of the dumpster. He gets up off of the hood, and starts kicking her down. Joanne grabs his foot, and shoves him back hitting one of the headlights with his head. Joanne gets up with a trickle of blood dripping from her mouth. She wipes it away and grabs the pipe once again.
Man: What the fuck are you going to do?
Joanne: I'm goin' to teach you a fuckin' lesson is what I'm goin' to do... Now I'll give you two choices, and I hope that you make the right one... One walk away leave Bridget alone and never bother her again, or two... I can beat your sorry ass three ways from Sunday and no one will ever find the body. Do you understand me?
He tries to get up, but Joanne steps on his groin, and digs the heel of her shoe into it. He cries out in pain, as she just smiles looking down at him.
Joanne: Now what's your choice?
Man: F...Fu...Fuck you!
Joanne: Wrong choice!
Joanne grabs the pipe and hits him across his face, and then drops the pipe. She picks him by the collar of his jacket, and hits his head off of the hood of the car, a few times leaving dents in the front. She then grabs him, and smashes his head against the driver's side window before it smashes it in and his face is covered in glass. Joanne reaches in and grabs a piece of the shattered glass and plunges it into his back as he cries out in pain. He takes a few deep breaths and then blood starts to come out of the wound, and his mouth. Joanne steps back, as she hears the last bit of breath escape from him. She fixes her hair, and pushes a piece back feeling the slick blood move through her fingers as she did. She looks at herself in the side mirror, before she headed back inside.
Joanne:*Voice Over* Mercedes you and I have collided more times then one in the SCW, and we have both won and lost against each other. But here, this is my playground, and you have to obey my rules! I know I haven't been here long, and that you've seen more action then I have, but that doesn't change anythin'. Mercedes your like the village bicycle... Everyone's had a ride haven't they? Mercedes you can talk the big talk and say that you're goin't to be the winner when all of this is over, but you're goin' to end up with nothin' and like it. If you cross me again, you'll wish you never stepped into the middle of the ring with me. I'm not goin' to play the same games that I played in the SCW with you or hold back on you. I'm through playin' with little girls that think they can stand against a woman that has nothin' to fuckin' lose!
She walks through the crowd, and into the women's restroom and turns on the water. Joanne runs the water, and cleans herself up, and takes a deep breath.
Joanne: Alexis... You beat me last week, but so what? I had that match won, until you managed to pull it out from under me. I don't know how to feel about you. You're fuckin' insane, and always lookin' for people to sympathize with you! Oh look at me, I have problems, I have issues, I'm not in my right mind! Who gives a flyin' fuck Alexis? I sure as hell don't! Everyone has their problems and guess what no one cares about you! Fuck Alexis, get on with your life, and show that you have a pair of balls! There's no cryin' in this business, or sympathy towards people like you! I'm sick and tired of people usin' whatever they can to get a win but me I'm the real deal and will do anythin' and everythin' to put people like you down. I've had enough, and I'm ready to show you and the rest of the IWF what I can really do.
The door to to the ladies room soon opens and there stood Red. She leans against the other sink, and looks over at Joanne.
Red: Are you all right?
Joanne: I'm fine, but that jackass that I took out back isn't. Get the guys to clean that up before the police find out will ya.
Red: Sure thing. Why did you stand up for Bridget?
Joanne: I don't know... Maybe it because it gave me power over the little shit. I would have done the same thin' for you or anyone else that works here.
Red: I know you would.
Joanne: She wanted to empowered, and I gave her a chance to... She couldn't defend herself, and she didn't do anythin' to him... She didn't deserve it, but he did.
Joanne finishes getting herself cleaned up, and pushes her hair back from her face once again. Red hands her, her jacket and she slips it on. She adjusts herself, and the two of them walk of the ladies room, and back out into the smoke filled club.
Joanne:*Voice Over* As for Eternity, and Ayla... I don't give a rats ass about either one of you. I've faced you Ayla in NCW and here, and nothin' seems to change from one place to another with you. The only difference is that you have taken Desiree under your wing, and shown her how to be a Mean Girl... Yippie! I put up with this shit in high school, and I don't need to put up with it here! Eternity you're just an annoyin' little bitch that needs to have the shit beat of her on a daily basis until you learn your lesson and your place in this world. This match is goin' to be one that no one will forget. I'm not goin' to hold back, I'm not goin' to show any mercy to any of you, and I'm not goin' to stop until I get what I want, and that is pain and sufferin' from all of you! I don't care if I win, I don't care if I lose, I will destroy all of you or any of you that get in my way durin' this match just because I can. All of you are nothin' more than fuckin' muff garbage to me! Otherwise you're all little cunts that are absolutely fuckin' worthless in a company like this! Bring everythin' that you have into this match ladies because it's not goin' to be an easy one, and I'm goin' to make sure of it. You want that win, that bad, then you come at me with everythin' that you have. We are the Mafioso, and we get paid to kick your ass! See you soon.
Joanne and Red head back up the stairs to the room that over looked the main bit of the club. Joanne stares out over the club, watching the girls dance for the few that still sat around the stages. Business went on as usual, without any more interruptions. Joanne is handed another glass and she downs it, as the music plays loudly even through the glass, as she stares out the window, and the scene fades to black.
Joanne is handed a drink, and she downs it. A commotion at one of the stages gets her attention and sees one of the guys that stands there grabs Bridget and starts to drag her from the stage. The two of them fight, and he hits her, as two of the security guards make their way over to the fight. Joanne gets up from where she sits, and makes her way through the guards, seeing Bridget on the floor.
Joanne: What the fuck do you think you're doin'?
Man: I'm getting my girlfriend out of here!
Joanne: So you're the jackass that said she couldn't dance huh?
Man: Yeah I am... What are you goin' to do about it sweet cheeks?
Joanne looks at him with a smirk, and helps Bridget to her feet.
Joanne: Go with Mark and Tyron, they'll take care of you.
Bridget: Don't let him hurt you!
Joanne: I'll be fine... Now go.
The guards help Bridget to her feet and walk out of the area and out of view, as Joanne looks down at the man that was on the floor in front of her.
Joanne: *Voice Over* Do you know why I walked away from the NCW? It's simple because of the fuckin' politics! Zelda never lost because daddy wanted to show the world that his little girl was the best, when she was nothin' but a fuckin' fraud! Me, I'm the real fuckin' deal, and Sunday night whether I win or lose someone is goin' to have their fuckin' head bashed in! Amber I'm not scared of you, nor do I give a rats ass what you think about me. I've tossed women like you to the ground, walked over them and climbed to the top. But this time around your face is goin' to be bashed in to the point where no one will ever recognize you again! You'll be lucky that you will eve see again, or even talk, when I'm done with you!
The man stands there and laughs, as Joanne removes the jacket she wore revealing the two 9mm's that sat in their holsters.
Man: You really think you can beat me?
Joanne: We're not goin' to do this in here. We'll go outside and do this.
Joanne heads for the back door with the guy following behind her. They walk outside and the door closes behind them. Joanne leans against a car as the guy tries to take a swing at her. She moves out of the way and he hits nothing but the hood of the car. As he turns around Joanne clocks him with a pipe that had lying on the ground. He falls to the ground, putting a hand to his head.
Joanne: I don't know who the hell you think you are, but you don't come into my club and put your hands on my girls!
Man: She wasn't yours! She belonged to me! I told her what she could do!
Joanne: Aren't you the big man?!
He kicks Joanne in the stomach and she drops the pipe. He picks it up, and tries to hit her, but she catches him with a hard kick to the groin. He falls to the ground, and she smiles picking him up and slams him into the hood of the car. She slugs him in the face as she turns him over. He spits blood in her face and she staggers back hitting her head against the top part of the dumpster. He gets up off of the hood, and starts kicking her down. Joanne grabs his foot, and shoves him back hitting one of the headlights with his head. Joanne gets up with a trickle of blood dripping from her mouth. She wipes it away and grabs the pipe once again.
Man: What the fuck are you going to do?
Joanne: I'm goin' to teach you a fuckin' lesson is what I'm goin' to do... Now I'll give you two choices, and I hope that you make the right one... One walk away leave Bridget alone and never bother her again, or two... I can beat your sorry ass three ways from Sunday and no one will ever find the body. Do you understand me?
He tries to get up, but Joanne steps on his groin, and digs the heel of her shoe into it. He cries out in pain, as she just smiles looking down at him.
Joanne: Now what's your choice?
Man: F...Fu...Fuck you!
Joanne: Wrong choice!
Joanne grabs the pipe and hits him across his face, and then drops the pipe. She picks him by the collar of his jacket, and hits his head off of the hood of the car, a few times leaving dents in the front. She then grabs him, and smashes his head against the driver's side window before it smashes it in and his face is covered in glass. Joanne reaches in and grabs a piece of the shattered glass and plunges it into his back as he cries out in pain. He takes a few deep breaths and then blood starts to come out of the wound, and his mouth. Joanne steps back, as she hears the last bit of breath escape from him. She fixes her hair, and pushes a piece back feeling the slick blood move through her fingers as she did. She looks at herself in the side mirror, before she headed back inside.
Joanne:*Voice Over* Mercedes you and I have collided more times then one in the SCW, and we have both won and lost against each other. But here, this is my playground, and you have to obey my rules! I know I haven't been here long, and that you've seen more action then I have, but that doesn't change anythin'. Mercedes your like the village bicycle... Everyone's had a ride haven't they? Mercedes you can talk the big talk and say that you're goin't to be the winner when all of this is over, but you're goin' to end up with nothin' and like it. If you cross me again, you'll wish you never stepped into the middle of the ring with me. I'm not goin' to play the same games that I played in the SCW with you or hold back on you. I'm through playin' with little girls that think they can stand against a woman that has nothin' to fuckin' lose!
She walks through the crowd, and into the women's restroom and turns on the water. Joanne runs the water, and cleans herself up, and takes a deep breath.
Joanne: Alexis... You beat me last week, but so what? I had that match won, until you managed to pull it out from under me. I don't know how to feel about you. You're fuckin' insane, and always lookin' for people to sympathize with you! Oh look at me, I have problems, I have issues, I'm not in my right mind! Who gives a flyin' fuck Alexis? I sure as hell don't! Everyone has their problems and guess what no one cares about you! Fuck Alexis, get on with your life, and show that you have a pair of balls! There's no cryin' in this business, or sympathy towards people like you! I'm sick and tired of people usin' whatever they can to get a win but me I'm the real deal and will do anythin' and everythin' to put people like you down. I've had enough, and I'm ready to show you and the rest of the IWF what I can really do.
The door to to the ladies room soon opens and there stood Red. She leans against the other sink, and looks over at Joanne.
Red: Are you all right?
Joanne: I'm fine, but that jackass that I took out back isn't. Get the guys to clean that up before the police find out will ya.
Red: Sure thing. Why did you stand up for Bridget?
Joanne: I don't know... Maybe it because it gave me power over the little shit. I would have done the same thin' for you or anyone else that works here.
Red: I know you would.
Joanne: She wanted to empowered, and I gave her a chance to... She couldn't defend herself, and she didn't do anythin' to him... She didn't deserve it, but he did.
Joanne finishes getting herself cleaned up, and pushes her hair back from her face once again. Red hands her, her jacket and she slips it on. She adjusts herself, and the two of them walk of the ladies room, and back out into the smoke filled club.
Joanne:*Voice Over* As for Eternity, and Ayla... I don't give a rats ass about either one of you. I've faced you Ayla in NCW and here, and nothin' seems to change from one place to another with you. The only difference is that you have taken Desiree under your wing, and shown her how to be a Mean Girl... Yippie! I put up with this shit in high school, and I don't need to put up with it here! Eternity you're just an annoyin' little bitch that needs to have the shit beat of her on a daily basis until you learn your lesson and your place in this world. This match is goin' to be one that no one will forget. I'm not goin' to hold back, I'm not goin' to show any mercy to any of you, and I'm not goin' to stop until I get what I want, and that is pain and sufferin' from all of you! I don't care if I win, I don't care if I lose, I will destroy all of you or any of you that get in my way durin' this match just because I can. All of you are nothin' more than fuckin' muff garbage to me! Otherwise you're all little cunts that are absolutely fuckin' worthless in a company like this! Bring everythin' that you have into this match ladies because it's not goin' to be an easy one, and I'm goin' to make sure of it. You want that win, that bad, then you come at me with everythin' that you have. We are the Mafioso, and we get paid to kick your ass! See you soon.
Joanne and Red head back up the stairs to the room that over looked the main bit of the club. Joanne stares out over the club, watching the girls dance for the few that still sat around the stages. Business went on as usual, without any more interruptions. Joanne is handed another glass and she downs it, as the music plays loudly even through the glass, as she stares out the window, and the scene fades to black.
Well howdy there pardner.