[The Jersey Devil Diva]

 Act 1: Memories

“I've never tried to block out the memories of the past, even though some are painful. I don't understand people who hide from their past. Everything you live through helps to make you the person you are now.”
Sophia Loren



The scene opens on the beautiful city of Jersey Shore. A heavy snow had fallen to the earth, but the roads had been cleared and traffic moved freely once again. The white snow gave a new coat of beauty to the once disaster ridden area closer to the shore, and brought a sense of hope and peace to those that ventured out. Children played in the large snow drifts with heavy sleds, and round plastic disks the zoomed down the high hills. Others created snow sculptures from the snow making their yards come to life with family of snow people, and snow creatures. The high bricked walls of the large mansions were lined with snow, as hired help or snow plows moved the snow from the long driveways that extended to the main houses that lined the street. The camera soon settles on an old black wrought iron gate with high brick walls running from either side of the gate all the way around the estate grounds. Men dressed in dark suits moved along the estate grounds making their rounds, keeping whoever is within safe from any attack that could come from anywhere. The house itself was done in a light gray brick, with white trim, and the snow covered roof was a light brown underneath. The over hangs were pulled back for another summer, and the pool had been covered for another season.  The camera moves into the interior of the house, where we see dark walls filled with pictures of family and friends, posing with celebrities over the years. The camera moves through the vast spotless kitchen where we see a to do list on the fridge that seems out of the ordinary.

TO DO LIST

1. Pick up Dry Cleaning
2. Get Milk
3. Launder Money
4. Pick up money from Bitches Hoes

The camera moves down a long hallway passing more pictures until it comes to a stop at a set of double doors that were cracked open a bit. We soon see dark walls lined with pictures and a rather large glass case that sat to one side. A black leather couch sat against one wall, while a large dark mahogany desk sat in front of the open balcony doors. The high black leather chair, was turned facing the window, and voices drifted in from somewhere outside. The camera moves outside where we see Joanne Canelli sitting on one of the cleared off lounge chairs watching Reno and Rude sling a few snowballs from a slingshot at the men that made their rounds on the vast grounds. The guards look back at the balcony and wave before they walk off, knowing they couldn't question her. Joanne leans back on the lounge chair taking in the late afternoon sun.  Scarpaci soon appears with a handful of mail. He sits down beside Joanne and hands it to her.

Joanne: What's this?

Scarpaci: Mail just arrived. It looks like you got somethin' from that new company you signed with.

Joanne takes the pile of mail and gets to her feet. She heads back into the office, leaving the guys outside to mess around. She had more important things to do before the day was out. She opens a few pieces of mail, and sets it aside, before she opens the envelope from the SCW. She opens it and sighs. They put her up against one of the lower roster diva's but that didn't matter. She would show the world she could still handle herself and pull out her first win. Joanne gets up and walks over to a glass case that sat against the wall.

Joanne: Angel Kash... They put me up against some snot nosed richie bitch that thinks she's better than everyone else. I've dealt with so many women like you it's not funny. Not just in the ring, but in my everyday life. They look at me and think that I'm not a threat, but I am. I've been in this game for a long time, and each time I say I'm done, they drag me back in, with promises of glory, money, and another chance at gettin' gold and keepin' it as long as I can. When I started in this business I was different, and naive. I went out there did it for the hell of it, until I got a taste of gold... When you get your hands on that first piece you want more, no matter what you have to do to get it. I know I have a while to go to get to a title, but that doesn't matter. My first match is against you Angel, and I'm not afraid of little whinny bitch from New York.

Joanne just smiles to herself, as she looks at the titles glistening in the glass case in front of her.

Joanne: Last week you stepped into the middle of that ring, and you lost, and that was with a partner... What makes you think you're goin' to be able to stand against me Angel? I've beaten people like you before and didn't even think twice about it. You are so full of yourself and you can't see the forest over your own ass.

Joanne moves to the high backed black leather chair and sits down turning back toward the front of the desk. She leans back in her seat, and looks up at the family portrait that hung over the fireplace, and sighs.

Joanne: Here I sit the Don of Jersey Shore, the only woman to ever break the barrier in the code of the families that have been passed down since the beginnin' of it all. "Questa cosa nostra" (This thing of ours) is in my blood, and will always come first, but don't get me wrong Angel, Sunday night you will lose again, because I don't plan on losin' to the likes of you. I've come back from the brink of hell and managed to pull through a lot in my life just to stand in the middle of the ring again. You can try to stop me, you can try to put me in my place, you can use everythin' that you have to try and get the win, but it's not goin' to work. I'm not goin' to underestimate you and I hope you won't do the same. I've been out of the game for a while, but you never forget the sounds, the smells, the pain, the sufferin', the tears and blood shed once you've had a taste of it. Bring everythin' you have to the ring Angel and pray to whatever Gawd you believe in that you'll be able to walk away from this match when all is said and done. Noi siamo il mafioso, e veniamo pagati a calci nel culo! (We are the Mafioso; and we get paid to kick your ass.)

Joanne smiles to herself, as she turns the chair back to face the window. A light snow had started to fall once again, and the scene fades out on the beautiful scene, and then to black.