[Unbreakable]

Ever since the age of fourteen, I had wanted to be a wrestler. I had hit a point in my life that sent me in a downward spiral as I witnessed my rock, my adoptive brother, taken away from me due to drugs, and I almost followed his path. That was when my adoptive father stepped in, he took me to Madison Square Garden and introduced me to something that would become my new addiction…

Wrestling.

My father had always been involved in professional wrestling, used to wrestle himself and after retiring he opened up his own wrestling school. At the time I didn’t even think much of it other than it being his job, I would just do my own thing and engross myself into video games or drawing. So on that day when I watched my brother get arrested and taken away, discovering that he was living a double life? I was crushed. I had lost the only person in my life that I would confide in about personal matters, the only person who could make me feel better after suffering a day of being bullied at school.

So I went out to score, but luckily for me, my father had caught wind of this and stopped me from doing so and instead would take me to a wrestling show at the mecca of professional wrestling. I fell in love with it immediately. I was enamored by the larger than life characters, the bright lights, the colors, the costumes, the wrestling itself was like a beautifully choreographed dance.

It became my life after that. I told my father then and there that one day I was going to become a professional wrestler, and he agreed to train me under one condition - I get myself a part-time job so I could pay for my training. He was very old school that way, and he told me that for me to properly learn to respect this industry, I would have to pay my own way, and I was fine with that.

I would start drawing ideas for costumes for what I wanted my wrestling persona to look like, they were Lucha Libre based since the show I went to was a Lucha show. I would also spend hours upon hours researching the industry, whether it was reading books, watching tapes or even looking on the internet for anything wrestling related.

Sure enough, six years later at the age of eighteen, after going through my father’s wrestling school learning the ropes and even learning things such as setting up and taking down a wrestling ring and how pyrotechnics work, the cameras set up, just everything down the smallest detail, I finally signed my first ever professional wrestling contract.

Over my thirteen year career, I have called many companies my home… ranging from my very first, National Wrestling Association (NWA) to Visionaries of Wrestling (VoW)… from HYBRID Wrestling to my current home, New Frontier Wrestling (NFW). I’ve won championships in every single one of them and not only have I always made it a point to be a fighting champion, no matter what championship I held, I treated it as though it was the most important championship ever.

So when I became the NFW United States Champion, I felt it was my obligation to make it huge, I wanted to defend it as often as I could. So I would begin the United States Championship Open Challenge, and I used it to not only make it the most prestigious championship on the Trauma brand but I also did it to give anyone and everyone the chance to step up and show everyone what they’re made of.

Unfortunately while my heart was in the right place, I had overworked my body to the point where once I had finally lost my championship, it gave up on me. Thing was, I knew something was wrong early on but my pride got the best of me. While the smart thing would have been to relinquish my championship and go and get the required surgery, I felt that doing that I would be letting my fans down, my bosses down and myself down.

So when I collapsed backstage at the March Mayhem Pay Per View and ended up being rushed to hospital and needed immediate neck surgery, I feared the worst. I feared that the very thing that I had dedicated my entire life to, the very drug that I needed in my life to keep going, was going to be taken away from me just like that.



Even after I was given the news from my doctor that I was cleared to compete, and as much as I always feel like I’m home inside a wrestling ring, I still doubted whether I was going to actually announce my retirement or not.

Truthfully? I hadn’t made up my mind until the moment I walked out onto the stage at NFW’s seventy sixth episode of Trauma at the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Colosseum. Because despite being told that I was cleared to compete again, I was thinking about the possibility that this could happen again but worse. I had to think about the likelihood that I may not be there for my family as they grow up.

But hearing that crowd when I walked out there? Hearing their cheers… their love… showing me how much I had been missed for those three long months… the worst three months of my entire life? I remembered who I was. I remembered that I still had plenty of years ahead of me and that I had plenty of accomplishments that I still wanted to achieve before finally hanging up my boots for good.

I was ready to remind the world just who the Hell I was again.

“Unbreakable” Stacy Jones!

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The scene opens to the Gold Coast Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada where SCW’s Climax Control is emanating from that will see a one off dream match pitting former World Bombshell Champion, Roxi Johnson against Stacy Jones. The six-sided ring is already set up ready for the event and we see SCW’s special guest hitting the ropes and rolling through, getting herself accustomed to a six-sided ring as this will be the first time in her thirteen year career that she will have wrestled inside a six-sided ring.

After a few moments of repeatedly bouncing off the ropes and rolling through, Jones finally stops and climbs out of the ring and hops down off the apron in front of the camera. She looks into said camera and outstretches her arms.

Stacy Jones
So it’s finally happening… right here at the Gold Coast Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada… Stacy Jones versus Roxi Johnson.

The Unbreakable One allows her arms to drop back down to her sides.

Stacy Jones
Two wrestling legends. Two multi-time champions. Some would even say two of the very best to step between those ropes. Going at it in the middle of the ring… not for a championship… not to settle some kind of score… Hell not even for pride… just simply two wrestlers at the top of their game who respect the Hell out of each other wanting to do what they love and have a damn good, clean, competitive match against one another.

She leans against the apron.

Stacy Jones
We’ve been best friends for many years now, Roxi. You and I have always been there for one another when we’ve needed each other. We’re great friends with our respective wives and our children have played together and become friends with each other as well. We’ve attended many family gatherings together and I’ve even been to your Hero Academy a few times to help with training some of the young upstarts who will help this industry we love continue to grow and thrive once we have both decided to hang up the boots for good.

Jones pushes herself off the apron now, a look of pure fire and determination now in her eyes.

Stacy Jones
But you and I both know that once we step between those ropes and that bell rings with us looking at one another across from this very ring behind me on Sunday? All of that goes out of the window because you and I will be nothing but opponents. And we will give each other EVERYTHING we’ve got! We will fight as hard as we possibly can… for as long as we can… until we have nothing else left to give! And when it’s all said and done? When that final bell tolls and the dust has settled? Only one of us will have our arm raised in victory… and I’m going to do my damndest to make sure that that person is me!

The raven-haired woman places her hand on the apron and slowly strokes her hand across it.

Stacy Jones
This is my home. This is where I feel alive. And earlier this year I thought it was all over for me. And now that I am back, I want to face the best of the best and prove to myself that I can hang with them, just like I’ve done during my entire thirteen year career. You helped me remember. You helped me remember just who the Hell I am, Roxi. And on Sunday? I’m going to show the SCW fans, their roster… and YOU… exactly who the Hell I am!

Jones takes a few steps towards the camera.

Stacy Jones
“Unbreakable”... Stacy Jones!

The Unbreakable One then walks off camera as the scene fades.