Riding the high
Queens Blog
Normandy, France

The energy was palpable as I stepped into the ring for my second Blast From the Past Tournament, again I’m teaming with Alexander Raven. The crowd roared with anticipation, and I could feel their support fueling my determination. Facing off against formidable opponents, the stakes were high, but so was my confidence.

As the bell rang, the intensity surged. Every move, every counter, was executed with precision and strategy. It was a fierce battle, and I knew I had to give it my all. The cheers of the crowd echoed in my ears, pushing me to push harder, fight smarter.

When the final bell rang, signaling the end of the match, the feeling of victory washed over me. The thrill of triumph, of proving myself once again in the ring, was unparalleled. But even as I celebrated that moment, I knew this was just the beginning.

The Blast From the Past Tournament is a journey, a test of skill, resilience, and determination. Winning round one was a significant achievement, but it's not where my journey ends. It's a stepping stone, a springboard to greater challenges and victories. This time, I’m more focused than ever. I want to win, I can taste it. It’s so close, I just need to score a few more victories. Hopefully my partner is just as focused on it as I am. He needs it just as badly as I do.

Not to mention it’s officially my year mark in Sin City Wrestling and now, I’m on the track for my second title win. I’m excited in ways I could never imagine was possible. Things have been hard this past year, but now, I’m even more excited for my future here in Sin City Wrestling.

Looking ahead, I feel a surge of excitement and anticipation. The next rounds promise even tougher competition, but I thrive on challenges. Each match is an opportunity to showcase my abilities, to prove that I belong among the best in the industry. Each match brings a new challenge and each challenge I win, I grow stronger. Never stop learning, there’s always room for growth.

I'm ready to continue this journey, to face whatever challenges come my way. The night of triumph in round one was exhilarating, but there's more to come. With every match, every victory, I'm one step closer to the ultimate goal. And I'm ready to seize it with everything I've got. The Blast From the Past Tournament is far from over, and I'm just getting started. Stay tuned for more excitement, more thrills, and more victories. For now, I’m off to celebrate my friend Bella’s birthday!

Xoxo,
Alexandra

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Making Calls
Hotel
Toronto Ontario Canada

The scene opens with Alexandra Calaway sitting in her hotel room, her phone in hand as she dials Alexander Raven's number. After a few rings, the call goes to voicemail. She clears her throat.

“Hey, Raven. It's Alexandra. Just wanted to say, we killed it out there in the first round. I'm proud of what we did together. We made a statement, and I think we've got what it takes to go all the way in this tournament.”

She pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts. There was a lot to unpack, a year’s worth of anger and aggression between them.

“Look, I know we've had our differences in the past, but when we're in that ring, we're unstoppable. We complement each other's strengths, and we cover each other's weaknesses. That's what makes us a great throw together team. I knew we had this in the bag this time.”

Her tone becomes more earnest, a hint of determination in her voice. She was wondering when or if they were going to talk.

“So, let's do it again, Raven. Let's show them what we're made of. I know we can win this thing and prove to everyone that we're not to be underestimated.”

She takes a deep breath, her voice filled with conviction.

“Call me back when you get this. We've got work to do, and I know we can do it together. Take care, Raven. I’ll land in France soon, I had to fly back to Canada for my Pro Wrestling Valor  match. I'm sure you are somewhere here too.  Catch up soon?”

With that, Alexandra ends the call, hoping that her words will reach Alexander Raven and ignite the same fire of determination in him. It was strange that they still had not met up this time around. There was no invitation to his bar, no pomp and circumstance. The two were simply in this to win it. She wondered if he would even call her back this time. He had said they would speak after the match, but they didn’t. Perhaps, this was better for both sides. Perhaps it was better that their partnership for the tournament was simply in the ring. Which worked for them last week. But last week, their opponents weren’t Bobbie Dahl and Peter Vaughn, they would be more of a challenge than their last was.

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Traveling again
Aéroport de Lille-Lesquin
Vimy Ridge, France

At the Aéroport de Lille-Lesquin, travelers hustle and bustle through the terminal. Among them is Alexandra Calaway, recognizable even in the busy crowd. A little girl, no more than seven years old, spots Alexandra and tugs on her mother's sleeve, pointing excitedly. Alexandra knew she still needed to take the speeder train down to Vimy Ridge from here.

“Maman, maman, c'est Alexandra Calaway! Mon lutteur préféré."

Alexandra smiles warmly at the little girl, who approaches hesitantly, holding out a pen and a piece of paper.

"S'il vous plaît, pouvez-vous me donner un autographe?"

Alexandra understands the request even though it's in French and nods, taking the pen and paper. She reminded her so much of Ashlynn when she was little, her eyes seeing a world full of wonder and happiness.

"Oui, bien sûr, ma chérie."

She signs the paper with a flourish, handing it back to the little girl, who beams with joy. She was glad that her many travels around the world had brought her back to a country she loved almost as much as she did England and home.

"Merci beaucoup! Est-ce que vous êtes excitée de rencontrer Bobbie à nouveau?"

Alexandra's eyes light up with excitement, and she kneels down to the little girl's eye level. It seemed the little girl was just as excited to see them fight again as Alexandra was. She talked to the little girl with an excited expression. One that could rival a child taking their first looks at the castle at Disney World.

"Oh, je suis très excitée! Bobbie et moi avons une longue histoire, pleine de rivalité et de compétition. Mais cette fois-ci, je suis déterminée à la vaincre. C'est une adversaire redoutable, mais je suis prête à relever le défi. Après tout, je l'ai déjà battue."

The little girl listens intently, her eyes wide with admiration.

"Je crois en vous, Alexandra!"

Alexandra smiles, touched by the little girl's encouragement.

"Merci, ma chérie. Votre soutien signifie beaucoup pour moi."

With a final wave, the little girl and her mother continue on their journey, leaving Alexandra with a renewed sense of determination as she prepares to face her rival once again. She turned to head towards the train station, knowing that she had a challenge ahead of her.  Bobbie wasn’t one to shake a finger at, or underestimate. Bobbie and Alexandra once again in a Sin City Wrestling ring, and again, crossing paths in the Blast From the Past tournament. This time, Bobbie wouldn’t cost her the shot.

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Missed Messages
Aéroport de Lille-Lesquin
Vimy Ridge, France

As Alexandra Calaway walked through the bustling Aéroport de Lille-Lesquin, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. The recent victory in the Blast from the Past Tournament had left her energized, and she was looking forward to the next challenge. Amidst the noise of the airport, she checked her phone, noting the missed calls from her family. She made a mental note to call them back as soon as she had a moment of privacy.

With a swipe, she opened her messages, and her eyes landed on the one from Alexander Raven. A small smile tugged at her lips as she read his words, sensing the sincerity behind them.

“Hey, sorry we haven’t had a chance to sit down and chat. And sorry for being out of it during the match. There’s been some… strange things. I’m feeling better, so come this week, I’ll be good. I promise. If we get a chance, we’ll sit down after the match. Have a celebratory drink. Maybe get to know the Rabenschwarz’s outside of the ring. You’d be surprised how much… nicer, we can be.”

Her heart warmed at his words, appreciating his honesty and openness. She quickly composed a reply, her fingers tapping on the screen with a sense of eagerness.

"Hey Raven, no need to apologize. Matches can be intense, and we all have our moments. I'm glad to hear you're feeling better, I got worried for a moment there.  I know you are tough and whatever is going on, you’ll get through. After all, you got Luna. As long as we are on the same page out there, we’ve got this match and all the ones to come. However, a celebratory drink sounds great. Looking forward to catching up and getting to know the Rabenschwarz's outside of the ring. Safe travels, and see you soon."

With a satisfied smile, Alexandra sent the message and continued on her way through the airport, excited for the upcoming plans and the chance to connect with Alexander Raven outside of the wrestling arena.

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When the past becomes present
Canadian National Vimy Memorial
Vimy Ridge, France

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the historic grounds of Vimy Ridge. Alexandra Calaway stood amidst the poignant remnants of a bygone era, her gaze solemn as she recalled the echoes of battles long fought and sacrifices made. It was here, amidst the solemnity of war's legacy, that Alexandra contemplated her own ongoing battle—a clash not of nations, but of wills, with Bobbie Dahl.

As the breeze whispered through the tall grasses, memories flooded back to the inaugural Blast From the Past Tournament where Alexandra and Bobbie's feud first ignited. It was a clash of titans, a collision of fierce determination and unyielding spirit. Their rivalry was born in the crucible of competition, fueled by ambition and a thirst for supremacy. Alexandra Calaway and Alexander Raven faced off against Bobbie Dahl and Jack Washington.

With a deep breath, Alexandra turned her attention to the looming match against Bobbie Dahl, a chance to rewrite history and reclaim her Bombshell Roulette Title. The stakes were higher than ever, not just for herself but for her partner Alexander Raven, whose fate was intertwined with hers in this tumultuous tournament.

"I remember the first time I faced Bobbie," Alexandra's voice carried over the serene landscape, tinged with a mix of respect and determination. "It was a battle that shook the very foundation of our rivalry, and now, here we stand again, poised to make history once more. Only this time won't go like our last meeting in that ring, or like our first meeting. I'm sure even you have to admit that in my year here, I’ve changed, grown into a new person. The talent pool here in Sin City Wrestling is strong and the best people I’ve faced have been right here."

The thought of recapturing the Bombshell Roulette Title, a symbol of her past triumphs and resilience, fueled Alexandra's spirit. It wasn't just about the gold—it was about proving herself, proving that she was still the dominant force in the Bombshell division.

"Bobbie, you and I have danced this dance before," Alexandra continued, her eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity. "But this time, the stakes are higher. This time, it's not just about pride or bragging rights—it's about solidifying my legacy I’ve started and proving that I am the true queen of this division. Not to mention, getting a win over you in the Blast from the Past tournament, just imagine what that would do for me."

With each word, Alexandra's resolve grew stronger, her determination unwavering as she envisioned the battle that awaited her. The thought of standing victorious, of pinning Bobbie Dahl's shoulders to the mat and reclaiming what was rightfully hers, fueled her every move.

"The Bombshell Roulette Title is a symbol of excellence," Alexandra declared, her voice echoing with conviction. "It's a symbol of the battles fought and the victories earned. And at the end of this night, that title will be back where it belongs—around my waist. I fought and bled for that title, never complained about what the unforgiving wheel dished out for me each and every week for four and a half months straight. It even led me back to facing off against you. That last win was from a hard fought battle between us.  Congratulations on that.  But I know you Bobbie, better than most. I know what makes you tick, I know what to expect from you.  The unexpected. You see, I’ve been watching, keeping track. You’ve been impressive, but now, it’s time for you to rest. I’ll take it from here."

She took a deep breath, the thought of winning this whole damned thing seemed closer than ever. She just needed to make it a bit further, push herself beyond her limits so to speak. Alexandra had been digging deep within herself the past year and look at what she’s accomplished in just that little bit of time.

"But this isn't just about titles," Alexandra's voice echoed with a steely resolve, her eyes fixed on the distant horizon. "This is about redemption. About proving that last year was a blip on the radar, a momentary setback that only fueled our fire."

The weight of expectation hung heavy in the air, a palpable energy that fueled Alexandra's every word. The Bombshell Roulette Title was a symbol, yes, but it was also a testament to resilience, to the unwavering belief that setbacks were merely stepping stones to greater triumphs.

"We've trained, we've fought, we've bled," Alexandra's voice grew stronger, resonating with the determination of a warrior on the eve of battle. "And at Climax Control we will show the world what we're made of once again, when we take out Peter Vaughn and Bobbie Dahl.. We will rewrite the narrative, erase the doubts, and emerge victorious."

The echoes of history mingled with the anticipation of the present, creating a tapestry of emotions that fueled Alexandra's resolve. This match wasn't just another chapter in her storied career; it was a defining moment, a chance to etch her name in the annals of wrestling history as a force to be reckoned with.

"We stand here, on the cusp of greatness," Alexandra's words rang out with unwavering conviction. "And no one, not Bobbie Dahl, not anyone, will stand in our way. We rewrite the story. We prove that our loss last year was nothing but a fluke—a momentary blip in a legacy that is still being written. The legacy of Alexandra Calaway and Alexander Raven."

"As the sun sets on Vimy Ridge, so too will it set on our feud," Alexandra's voice echoed with conviction. "Bobbie, prepare yourself, for I am coming for what is mine. And no doubt, Alexander will be coming for Peter’s head. If I am the one to pin you, to claim victory, and to lead Raven and myself to the next round of this tournament, so be it. Speaking of my tag partner for the tournament.”

She took time to pause, knowing that she should bring up the fact that people didn’t understand how a team that couldn’t work well together last year, actually pulled off the win this year.

“This past week on Climax Control, something clicked. Something that goes beyond mere strategy or training. Alexander Raven and I found that elusive harmony, that synchronicity that defines great tag teams, and it’s far more than these other teams have. They don’t have the history we do. It's more than just being on the same page; it's about sharing the same heartbeat, the same passion for victory.”

She pauses, her gaze intense as she reflects on the recent developments.

“We've faced our share of challenges, our ups and downs, but this past week, everything fell into place. Our minds aligned, our goals crystal clear. We didn't train together; we transcended, we became a cohesive unit, a force to be reckoned with.”

She nods, a hint of pride evident in her voice.

“It's moments like these that remind me why I stepped into this ring in the first place. It's the thrill of competition, the adrenaline rush of a perfectly executed plan. And with Alexander Raven by my side, that thrill is amplified tenfold. You see, last year was a fluke.”

A determined glint shines in her eyes as she continues.

“We're not just fighting for ourselves; we're having to fight for each other. We're fighting for the trust we've built, the camaraderie forged through sweat and sacrifice. This isn't just a tag team; it's a blood bond, a bond that transcends the ropes and reaches into the very essence of who we are. Of the competitors we are.”

Her voice rises with conviction, each word carrying the weight of her dedication.

“This unity, this synergy—it's our secret weapon. It's what sets us apart, what propels us forward when others falter. We've faced adversity, doubts, and naysayers, but together, we stand tall, unyielding in our pursuit of greatness.”

She takes a moment, a small smile playing on her lips. Her gaze focused as she addressed the man who would be her partner’s focus, "The Mechanic" Peter Vaughn.

“You know, Peter Vaughn is an interesting character. He's been through quite a transformation, hasn't he? From the carefree janitor with dreams of wrestling stardom to the dark and unpredictable force he is today. I've seen his matches, studied his moves, and I have to admit, there's a level of unpredictability that comes with facing someone like him.”

She pauses, a thoughtful expression crossing her features before she continues.

“But let's not forget, Raven and I have been in this game for a long time. We've faced opponents of all shapes, sizes, and personalities. We know how to adapt, how to strategize, and how to come out on top. Vaughn may have his tricks, but we have our own arsenal of skills honed through years of experience.”

Her tone shifts, becoming more determined as she speaks about the upcoming battle.

“This match isn't just about proving ourselves against them; it's about proving that last year's loss in the Blast from the Past Tournament was a fluke. Peter, you just happen to be in the wrong place at the right time. It's about showing everyone that Raven and I are not to be underestimated, that we are a force to be reckoned with.”

She takes a moment, a glint of excitement in her eyes as she envisions the fight ahead.

“So, Peter Vaughn, bring your best. Bring your high-flying moves, your hardcore tendencies, and your unpredictable nature. Because when you step into that ring against Raven, you're stepping into a battle you may not be prepared for. And as for me Bobbie, I'll be there, holding you back from getting involved this time, making sure this match ends the way it's meant to—with Raven and me moving forward, and you are left in the dust.”

With a final gaze at the historic landscape, Alexandra turned on her heel, her steps purposeful and resolute. The battlefield awaited, and she was ready to wage war once more, to etch her name in the annals of wrestling history as the Bombshell Roulette Champion.

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Video calls to home
Hotel
Vimy Ridge, France

The soft glow of morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm hue across the elegant hotel room where Alexandra Calaway was staying. Her laptop sat open on the marble-topped desk, displaying the smiling face of her daughter, Ashlynn, on a video call. Alexandra leaned back in the plush chair, a contented smile playing on her lips as she looked at her beloved daughter.

"Hey, sweetie," Alexandra greeted Ashlynn warmly, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. "How are you doing today?"

Ashlynn's bright eyes lit up on the screen. "Hi, Mom! I'm great. Damien, Brianna and I just finished breakfast. He's getting ready for Universal day."

A pang of longing tugged at Alexandra's heart as Ashlynn mentioned her beloved family. She missed them dearly, especially when she was away for wrestling tours. "Tell everyone I said hi and that I miss them," Alexandra replied, her voice softening with affection.

"I will, Mom," Ashlynn promised with a nod, her straight hair rocking as she moved. "Are you heading to the gym today?"

Alexandra chuckled, her eyes sparkling with determination. "Yes, I am. I have a big match coming up, and I need to stay in top shape."

Ashlynn's face lit up with admiration. "Wow, Mom! You're going to win for sure! You're the best wrestler ever!"

Alexandra's heart swelled with pride at her daughter's words. "Thank you, sweetheart. I'll do my best, just like I always do."

A playful glint entered Ashlynn's eyes. "Can I see your muscles, Mom?"

Laughing, Alexandra stood up from the chair and flexed her arm for the camera. "Here they are, all ready for action!"

Ashlynn giggled, clapping her hands. "You're so strong, Mom! I wish I could be like you."

"You can be anything you want to be, Ashlynn," Alexandra encouraged her daughter, her voice gentle yet firm. "Just work hard and believe in yourself."

"I will, Mom," Ashlynn promised, her eyes shining with determination. "I'm going to be a great artist someday, just like you're a great wrestler."

"You're already a great artist, sweetheart," Alexandra assured her, her heart swelling with love for her talented daughter. "I love seeing your drawings and paintings."

They chatted for a while longer, exchanging stories and sharing laughter. Alexandra cherished these moments with Ashlynn, knowing how precious they were, especially when they were apart. As the conversation drew to a close, Alexandra glanced at the clock and realized it was time for her to head to the gym.

"I have to go now, Ashlynn," Alexandra said regretfully, a hint of sadness in her voice.

Ashlynn nodded understandingly. "Okay, Mom. Good luck at the gym! I know you'll be amazing."

"Thank you, sweetheart," Alexandra replied with a warm smile. "I'll call you later, okay?"

"Okay, Mom. Love you!"

"I love you too, Ashlynn," Alexandra said, blowing a kiss to the screen before ending the call.

Feeling a mix of emotions—love, determination, and a touch of homesickness—Alexandra gathered her gym bag and headed out of the hotel room. The bustling energy of the city greeted her as she made her way to the gym, her mind focused on the upcoming match and the challenges she would face in the ring.

Arriving at the gym,  Alexandra greeted her trainers and fellow wrestlers with a confident smile. She was ready to put in the hard work, pushing her body to its limits and honing her skills to perfection. With each weight lifted, each punch thrown, and each move practiced, Alexandra felt a surge of adrenaline and determination coursing through her veins.

As she sparred with her training partner, exchanging holds and maneuvers, Alexandra's mind drifted back to her video call with Ashlynn. She drew strength from her daughter's unwavering belief in her abilities, knowing that she was not just wrestling for herself but also for the little girl who looked up to her with admiration and love.

It was there she saw him again and while she wouldn't outright say it, he was a welcome distraction. She had just met him last week, but their back and forths on twitter had brought a happiness she hadn’t felt in a while. She watched his muscles move as he lifted weights. She bit her lip before focusing back on her task at hand. Shaking her head she thought to herself, get a grip girl, you’ve been hurt before. You have a match to win against Bobbie Dahl and Peter Vaughn. Standing up she walked past him.

“Good luck in your match LJ.”

Hours flew by in a blur of intense training and focused dedication. Sweat glistened on Alexandra's brow as she pushed herself to the limit, determined to be at the peak of her performance for the upcoming match. As the training session came to an end, Alexandra felt a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction wash over her.

Leaving the gym, muscles tired but spirits high, Alexandra couldn't help but smile. She knew that she had given her all, leaving nothing behind, and that her hard work would pay off in the ring. With Ashlynn's love and support fueling her determination, Alexandra was ready to face whatever challenges awaited her, confident in her abilities and her passion for wrestling.

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Final Words
Online Tales of The Tape
Vimy Ridge, France

The screen lit up with the information after Alexandra had pulled up the website.  There was something to be said for always knowing your opponents. Even if you knew them, there was still a hint of unpredictability.

Physical Attributes:
Peter Vaughn stands at 5'8" and weighs 185 lbs, while Alexander Raven is 6'2" and weighs 225 lbs. Raven has a noticeable height and weight advantage over Vaughn, which could play a factor in their match.

Vaughn's physical appearance is that of an older individual due to his years of manual labor, while Raven maintains a more youthful and intimidating presence with his lean physique.

Alignment and Gimmick:
Vaughn is chaotic neutral but leans towards a heel persona, using unpredictability and dirty tactics in his matches. His gimmick as "The Mechanic" reflects his rough past and his willingness to do whatever it takes to win.

Raven, on the other hand, is a full-fledged heel known for his anger-driven and violent tendencies. His moniker "Napalm Kingslayer" suggests his destructive nature and his desire to prove himself at any cost.

Ring Style and Finishers:
Vaughn employs a high-flying wrestling style with some hardcore tendencies, utilizing moves like the Zig Zag (Revenged), Top-Rope Shooting Star Leg Drop (The Plunge), and Ripcord DDT (The Key Holder). His agility and aerial maneuvers make him a formidable opponent.

Raven, on the contrary, is a brawler who relies on power moves and submissions. His go-to moves include the Belly-to-back Suplex, German Suplex, Romero Special, and his signature Double Hammerlock DDT known as The Kingslayer. Raven's wrestling style is more grounded and focused on inflicting pain.

Entrance and Persona:
Vaughn's entrance is characterized by a dark smirk, a cocky smile, and a mocking demeanor towards the crowd. His choice of entrance music and tron video sets the tone for his rebellious and unpredictable nature.

Raven's entrance, accompanied by "Watch The World Burn" by Falling In Reverse, exudes a sense of menace and defiance. He carries a metal pipe, interacts aggressively with the audience, and relishes in the boos and disdain directed at him. His persona as a slimy scumbag heel is well-established through his entrance and in-ring behavior.

Achievements and Career:
Vaughn has achieved success in various promotions, holding titles such as CWF Paramount Champion, GCWA Hardcore Champion, OCW World Champion, and several others. His journey from a care-free wrestler to a dark and determined competitor reflects his evolution in the wrestling world.

Raven's career accomplishments include being a 1x UECW Tag Team Champion, 1x uXw Champion, and winning titles like SCW Roulette Champion and SCW Internet Champion. His career has been marked by intense rivalries, betrayals, and a thirst for vengeance, showcasing his relentless pursuit of dominance.

In summary, while both Peter Vaughn and Alexander Raven possess unique skills and accomplishments, they differ significantly in their wrestling styles, personas, and career trajectories. Their upcoming match promises to be a clash of contrasting personalities and in-ring strategies, making it a highly anticipated showdown for fans and competitors alike. And as for their partners, Bobbie Dahl and Alexandra Calaway. Here's a comparison and contrast between Alexandra Calaway and Bobbie Dahl based on the provided information:

Wrestling Style:
Alexandra Calaway: Technical, Brawler, Daredevil.
Bobbie Dahl: Powerhouse, Grappler.

Physical Attributes:
Alexandra Calaway: 5'6", 125lbs.
Bobbie Dahl: 5'4", 240lbs.

Hometown:
Alexandra Calaway: Dallas, Texas.
Bobbie Dahl: Coal City, Illinois (now residing in Las Vegas).

Achievements:
Alexandra Calaway: 19x Hardcore Champion, 9x Women's Champion, 6x Tag Team Champion, 1x Knockouts Champion, 1x Vixens Champion, 1x Intercontinental Champion, 1x Chaos Champion, 1x Prospect Champion, 1x NFW Genesis Champion, 1x PWS:Apex World Champion, 1x OCW Piledriver Champion, 1x OCW Anarchy Champion, 1x SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion, 1x IWF Invictus Champion. Wrestler of the year 2016, 2018, 2020.

Bobbie Dahl:
SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion.

Entrance:
Alexandra Calaway: Enters with "Mine" by Halestorm, accompanied by red lights, fog, and a cocky smirk.

Bobbie Dahl: Enters with "Happy" by Pharrell Williams, clapping along with the fans and radiating positivity.

Physical Appearance:
Alexandra Calaway: Dark soul, hidden behind a pretty face. Wears various outfits and uses fire.

Bobbie Dahl: Initially fun-loving and carefree, now taking things more seriously while still having fun.

Entrance Theme and Style:
Alexandra Calaway: Enters with a dark-themed music video and aura, portraying a cocky and confident attitude.

Bobbie Dahl: Enters with a happy and positive theme, clapping along with fans and radiating joy.

Moveset and Finishers:
Alexandra Calaway: Technical moves like Spinning Sitout Lifting Double Underhook Facebuster, Daredevil style, and finishers like Fallen Angel and Apocalypse.

Bobbie Dahl: Power-based moves like Bear Hug, Big Splash, Stink Face, Bronco Buster, and finisher Boobie Bomb.

These comparisons and contrasts showcase the diverse styles, personas, achievements, and characteristics of Alexandra Calaway and Bobbie Dahl as professional wrestlers.

Atlanta, Georgia. Wednesday 21st February. (Offline)

It was my therapy session day as the other days I was busy either racing at Daytona or wrestling in other companies. Saying that, it had been an eventful week, especially debuting in NFW yesterday and was a success. I already made the decision to temporary leave UGWC because I just had enough of wrestlers shitting on my activities that had nothing to do with wrestling or racing. Granted if it had been wrestling, I would stay, but it wasn't. That was to be said more during the week though as my therapist Cameron, despite him telling me earlier today that I have a female sports therapist Josephine Perry I will meet next week.

We were back in my home where I soak in the glory of winning all the Atlanta Motor Speedway races as I'm undefeated on that track, but Cameron saw something online for me that he wanted to discuss with me as we already shared sugar-free Celsius drinks. Granted, Rockstar Energy were still going to be my sponsors, but because my team had Celsius sponsors, I also had them as well and got some German sponsors along with it too. Anyway, he gets into detail of what he wanted to talk about.

Cameron: “I saw something online that is pretty interesting to the situations you've told me about you were struggling.”

Konrad Raab: “Oh yeah, what's that?”

Cameron: “I came across Sin City Wrestling, doing this Blast From The Past Tournament.”

Konrad Raab: “Oh come on Cameron, that company doesn't allow us guys wrestle against women, how is that going to make me the top wrestler if I just beat male wrestlers consistently?”

Cameron: “Wake up Konrad, this is not about you being the top wrestler, well part of it is when it comes to one of the goals I want you to think about, but I feel this would be good for you.”

I shook my head as I wanted nothing to do with the company, especially after how Jake was treated with some of the wrestlers that were still there. Granted glad Griffin Hawkins was gone, I hated that guy with a passion and he was overall a hypocrite and talks crap behind people's backs like a coward he is.

Konrad Raab: “I still haven't forgotten how they treated my cousin last time he wrestled there. He got treated horribly by his colleagues because Jake told the truth about twitter being for cowards. He hasn't really found the motivation to want to wrestle in the business since.”

Cameron: “Konrad, that's in the past with your cousin. You're ignoring what we've spoken about earlier. You need to be in this tournament quite frankly because you have social anxiety, this would help you have a friend in wrestling, especially female. I don't recall you having a female wrestling friend actually.”

Konrad Raab: “That's where your wrong. I have a female wrestling friend called Kimberly Williams. I like her because we pushed our limits towards each other and we respect each other. It was my fault admittedly I didn't recognise Kim respecting me earlier. That's all on me.”

Cameron widened his eyes, I haven't told him about friends I had in the other company as it was unrelated to the situation I wanted to tackle and none of the problems I had were happening in Supreme Championship Wrestling, despite Cameron knows I wrestle there too. I drank more of the energy drink.

Cameron: “Despite that, you still need to overcome your social anxiety. As far as I recall, I've never once heard or seen you interact with anyone in the wrestling business apart from your family and the team we won't discuss.”

Konrad Raab: “Made my life a living hell last time I tried. People just don't give a damn about me.”

Cameron: “It's a good thing I suggest for you to sign up to encourage you to talk to someone you don't work with and they'll listen to you because they don't know you very well. I see friends don't work well for you when your in the same company. Get yourself out there and start talking to people in wrestling.”

Konrad Raab: “There's more to it, isn't there why you want me to sign up?”

I knew it in Cameron's body language that he had more to offer to me than anything he was saying and knew there was more to it than being randomised with a female partner to have a friend to talk to on confronting my social anxiety and stop the social anxiety attacks from happening when talking to wrestlers.

Cameron: “Yes. The other thing you've spoken to me about is the pressure of you being scared of doing World Title matches. That's where this tournament comes to play to overcome that too. When you and your female partner win, you literally have no choice, but to challenge the World Champion of Sin City Wrestling.”

Konrad Raab: “You know I feel psychically sick each time I think about being World Champion because it's always the feeling I had since I got into this business. I never feel I'm good enough to be a world champion.”

Cameron: “Because mentality when it comes to that as you'll discover next week, your quite weak for not believing in yourself. I understand the pressure Konrad, but you can't run away from situations like that the rest of your life. I suggest for you to sign up and enter, otherwise, our therapy sessions are permanently terminated as I can't help someone who doesn't want to overcome his insecurities.”

Konrad Raab: “Alright, fine for fuck sake. I sign up for this bullshit tournament.”

Cameron: “Good, I expect to see you do it first thing tomorrow morning and I won't leave the house until I've seen you do so.”

It was pretty serious because I did need Cameron by my side to help me overcome my anger issues as truthfully, I didn't want to be angry to the world anymore, but I don't know how to combat my anger. Although I realised I felt I was angry so much that it became a hobby for me to be angry and piss people off since my life in the wrestling business was non existent.

I use racing to keep my mind off from wrestling and do something other than doing combat sports that many wrestlers resort to. Plus racing relaxes me over doing boxing or MMA. Cameron went and left me alone after that small discussion we had and I just went into my sim machine to get more practice done for Atlanta Motor Speedway, although I know the track from the back of my hand since I was the king of Atlanta.

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Dover, Delaware. Friday 26th April. (Offline)

Things have changed dramatically over the last few years. I have gone from being just a professional wrestler to being both a professional wrestler and a professional racing car driver. I was even known more than just being a NASCAR Xfinity Series driver. I was a dirt car driver. I also do the tarmac oval series with the Cars Tour, ASA Stars Tour, and Snowball Derby, which I won last year and was automatically entered this year.

I also did the IMSA Rolex twenty-four-hour race for the first time this year, and I'm already in talks with the manager of the team I drove within IMSA about doing it again next year because I loved driving the HyperCars. To date, they were the fastest cars I've ever driven. The good thing is I rarely ever race on the same days as I wrestle, making the schedule more manageable. However, I must retire from wrestling at one of the companies to chase for the Cup Series Championship.

So I did practice and qualifying for the Xfinity Series race tomorrow at Dover Motor Speedway and did solid with the car. Being on a new team, I already felt like I was part of the family more than I had ever been in the last three years on a previous team, despite being the Xfinity Series champion last year. It was hectic at the race track, and I was there for my job, but at the same time, I was walking around the paddock for another reason: to meet with a professional wrestler that wasn't in my family or my team for the first time in a long time. Known as my partner for the Blast From The Past Tournament, Bea Barnhart.

It took me a while to find her, as I didn't know what she looked like other than seeing her bio picture on the SinCW profiles. I knew I had to be careful not to get both SCW wrestling companies mixed up, sharing the same name, so I called Blast From The Past SCW SinCW. Ten minutes later, I saw Bea talking to a wrestling fan, which is common in these parts of NASCAR. After the fans went away, I walked up to Bea.

Konrad Raab: “You must be Bea Barnhart, right?”

Bea Barnhart: “Indeed I am.”

Konrad Raab: “Good to hear. Now, away from the busy paddock, as you can tell, we need to talk in private. I don't discuss the wrestling business with NASCAR staff or people themselves. I know where to go."

Bea nodded as I was very strict about talking about the wrestling business in front of NASCAR staff and even my team, although they knew I was a wrestler, and the only time I talked about wrestling was when fans discussed it. But Bea was a wrestler, not a wrestling fan. So I took her to my changing room and talked about the racing business area, but mechanics and pit crew were understandably there.

Konrad Raab: "Guys, I need to talk with Bea alone. I’ll catch up with the car stuff and how it felt tomorrow."

They left without asking questions, as they knew I needed some space at times, and this was one of the times I did. Bea walked in and widened her eyes on the changing room and race discussion meetings alone.

Bea Barnhart: "It's amazing."

Konrad Raab: "That's nothing compared to my motorhome here. But we're not here to talk about that."

Bea Barnhart: "Oh yes, the Blast From The Past Tournament. I thought you were Lord Raab because you both look alike."

Konrad Raab: "No, he's my twin brother, though; that's likely the mix-up."

Bea Barnhart: "I've meant to ask why you've entered the tournament?"

That was the topic I did want to bring up, and I don't blame her. She had every right to ask me that question, considering it was under very odd circumstances for me to be in the tournament when I could've easily focused solely on SupremeCW and NFW efforts. But there's a significant reason for it, as I cleared my throat, relaxing the anxiety of meeting anyone new like Bea.

Konrad Raab: "I intended to make a new wrestling friend, not in my family or a team I got in SupremeCW. I have nobody to talk to about things in wrestling. I've lost all of my friends because of either my extreme anger issues that are getting worse or have betrayed me. I've never been successful in tag wrestling because of my trust insecurities."

Bea Barnhart: "I can relate; my husband has some anger issues too, although he hides it with the comedy stuff he does at times."

Konrad Raab: "Also, my therapists say I need to overcome my social anxiety. They put me in the tournament to help that."

Bea Barnhart: "I understand, and I can tell your body language is anxious. You are afraid of social interactions. I won't tell anyone about anything you say."

That was the friend I needed, one who would not go and spread shit about me, unlike wrestlers in UGWC who shamelessly still required to bring my name up every five minutes and still talked shit about me behind my back on Twitter like a bunch of pussies. It always grinded my gears on people doing that. I stood up and got two cans of Celsius sugar-free energy drinks from the fridge. I gave one to Bea.

Bea Barnhart: "Thanks, I needed that."

Konrad Raab: "You're welcome. The thing is, I need you to understand that we are going to work as a team. Of course, I hate the ruling that women are unable to fight men, but at the same time, you do whatever you have against the female wrestler you face, and I tackle whoever the guy is we'll face."

Bea Barnhart: “With anger, right?”

Konrad Raab: "Yes, and with violence unleashed in me. I need to beat the shit out of people because, mentally, everyone has fucking wronged me in the past. Everyone has made my life a living hell, my dad who used to beat me psychically and mentally and people within the wrestling business and you better not become the next person to stab me in the back."

I always make people scared when I use my anger towards them, and I always feel bad about it, but Bea, because she was a wrestler, and wasn't at all phased by my anger. It was clear she was used to it with Bill. I opened the can and drank my Celsius drink with a few sips, as did Bea.

Bea Barnhart: "I won't, I promise. I'm in the tournament to be paired with Bill, but it wasn't to be with how random the names are drawn. Besides having a dog, Bill isn't named as Bulldog for no reason. He’s an angry man at times."

Konrad Raab: "Really? I have two dogs, Frankie and Justin, although they are English Mastiff breeds. I have them to tackle my social anxiety and my mental health, but it hasn't had an effect yet so far. They are father and son. Frankie got a dog knocked up because I didn't have the time to get him sprayed, but he is now."

Bea Barnhart: "Wow, that's one hell of a story. We only have one dog, Iris, the English Bulldog, around us. We're from Lawrenceville, Georgia."

This was interesting as we lived in the same state, well, with it being my holiday home. I live there as well, but not as much as Chicago. I scratched my head and saw so many similarities.

Konrad Raab: "We're from the same state. I also have a home in Georgia, too, but in Atlanta. Honestly, I'm a huge name there, and I go there when I'm down in the dumps to remind myself of my successes there. I'm undefeated at Atlanta Motor Speedway. Everyone talks about other winners, but I'm the most famous one. I recently got my VIP spot named after me because of my successes."

Bea Barnhart: "But I heard you live mainly in Chicago."

Konrad Raab: "I do, but it's only because a wrestling company always wrestles there. Truthfully, if I wanted to live in a permanent home, it would be in Atlanta, Georgia. I recently got two more holiday homes in Daytona Beach, Florida, despite how much I hate the place, but because I do a lot of dirt and NASCAR racing there and Charlotte, North Carolina, for my team's shop."

Bea Barnhart: "I'm guessing you don't like Florida because of hurricanes."

She got me, she obviously knew about my protests for climate change which I have been heavily promoting, which nobody gives a damn about, and that pisses me off royalty. It was why I was on a vegan diet to protect animals and living things around us. I snapped my fingers at her.

Konrad Raab: "Exactly. Climate change is something I've been so heavily into ever since the flooding happened in Germany a couple of years ago, and it hit me so hard that I decided to do something about it. That's why I'm also with this team; they are all about running charities and doing things to promote different things, so they are helping me hugely with that because it pisses me off people are ignoring it. There's a twenty-year-old guy who runs a stop suicide charity."

Bea Barnhart: "That's amazing."

Konrad Raab: “It sure is. We all do something to give back to the community."

Bea Barnhart: "We kind of want to run a charity to prevent dogs being homeless, killed and beaten, but don't know how we can do that."

I nodded. I had tried animal charities in the past, and when I did, I was banished from doing animal charities for the rest of my life. However, I was also against animal cruelty. It made me sick. I was banished because of something that wasn't my fault.

Konrad Raab: "I'll talk to Matt Kaulig tomorrow, who runs a lot of charities, and see what we can do about that. I'm against it as much as you are, but sadly, I can't do anything because of stupid fucking ass World Wrestling Headquarters booking me against a real-life wrestling bear, and because I harmed it due to no fault of my own, I was banished from doing so."

Bea Barnhart: "I'm so sorry that they resorted to that. But it would be great. You help me with that, and I help you be the great friend you need in the wrestling business. That's what makes us a team already, and we all do our part to win the tournament and get a title shot."

Konrad Raab: "Well, that's another reason, too. I've never had the confidence to challenge for the Heavyweight title, and that's why my therapists put me in the tournament. Also, if I win it, I'd have no choice but to confront my fears and challenge the Heavyweight champion for the title."

Bea Barnhart: "We'll be the assholes to go and beat every male and female wrestler and get ourselves a title shot. I've never held a solo’s title in SCW, but my husband has."

Konrad Raab: "Well, you got a tag partner that can easily help you. I'm a piece of shit to other people, but you, you're quite entertaining, but at the same time, you need to step up where it matters most. We will succeed because we're helping each other to be the top wrestlers, and all these idiots are too selfish to help their partners get there, being all about themselves."

Bea agreed with me as we shook hands and exchanged each other's numbers as we finished drinking our Celsius drinks. Then, she left the changing room and meeting area every driver had in the paddock. Some, like my friend AJ, had two. Anyway, she left to go and watch ARCA Menards Series racing in the grandstands.

I need to see the ARCA Menards Racing Series myself, considering I'm participating in their series this year. Portland and Sonoma road course races are in the West Series, and Watkins Glen road course races are in the main ARCA series. The one thing about my Xfinity Series championship run I hated last year was not getting a road course win.

I watched the ARCA Menards Series race with the spotters and team owners standing with a team my teammate was with when he had to be in the ARCA Menards Series to race the Daytona race. I also had the same car and number as him before I headed off to bed in my motorhome.

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Never thought I had any reason to do tag matches with a random partner, but I needed to blog (Online)

“You know, I love how pathetic some of you are, using this tournament to debut yourselves as under your father and brother names just because you couldn't be arsed to actually put in the work to deliver. Makes me sick so many wrestlers these days leech from their family members instead of thinking outside the box for other goals. I had to fly to America to make a debut in wrestling because there was no wrestling promotions in Germany back in those days to start anywhere but America. Why do family leechers need to debut in the tournament instead of debuting on a regular Climax Control show, because you won't win a title or something? It's stupid.

I'm not a debuting wrestler leeching off my twin brother, I'm already a name in the wrestling business and I became a wrestler before my twin brother did, although he did use my name to get into the business, but he could because we looked so alike and we didn't realise at the time we were twin brothers until he and I got caught by police since someone in Germany reported the name and we went under lawsuit over it, so much so that we had to change our real names. Oh and before you wrestlers say silly shit, I don't speak to the camera or that fancy stuff anymore. I write in my blogs about you all because it turns out I write better than I can talk and talking to the camera is so overrated and uncreative now.

The thing is I'm in this tournament because I had to be, not because I want to or making myself a name. Mostly because my stupid therapist put me in this tournament or rather he would not be my therapist anymore if I didn't sign up. But he had a point because the two things that exist in this tournament are the problems I consistently face every day. I let you idiots figure those two things out.

I let Bea talk about Sin City Wrestling bombshell Kallie Reznik mostly because it would make someone read as if I'm a coward if I started talking trash to someone I can't face in the ring. But all I say is she has been impressive since Kallie got into Sin City Wrestling and winning every match if I remember correctly.

But the problem is I have no idea who Artie is or what he'll do in the wrestling ring as there's no information whatsoever to know what his in ring style is or anything. We can't assume he'll have the same as his wife, every wrestler is different. I can't even say he's a joke or anything since we know absolutely nothing of his in ring ability or if he's had practice matches. All I know is he entered in this tournament by accident just for your wife Bobbie Dahl to enter which she was more than capable of doing herself without you anyway.

But I can't really criticise you for that, no because you see, you came into the business almost like how I did, except I fought a champion in my first match as a non wrestler at that twelve years ago now and I got beaten in five minutes. Except you never wanted to be a professional wrestler, did you? It makes me sick I had to cut so many damn corners to want to be a wrestler because Germany didn't have any wrestling schools or promotions like they do now, but you randomly threw yourself into this like the family name leechers.

You officially made yourself stupid for doing that and I'm not going to call you a joke, I don't know what you're capable of since you're too afraid to put your information out there, keeping it a secret like a pussy you already are. I was forced into this tournament and I aim to fucking deliver. Also I highly doubt you and Kallie have met up because you and the rest of the teams are in this match for yourselves.

Not to help your tag partner to get the world title shot, just doing it for yourself which is sad and pathetic. Me and Bea, we've already met each other up, we already know what our goals are, but we are also working towards being friends too because apart from one other girl, my family and my team, I have zero friends to talk to. Bea was there when I needed her and we are there for each other.

That's the factor for us that all you other teams lack is none of you are going to work with your partners or even meeting them up to discuss plans. I know it's ironic for me to say this, considering working with people hasn't been my strong suit since I was stabbed in the back by wrestlers a few years ago, but that's a fact. None of you are willing to overstep the boundaries that actually, your partner can be key to getting your world title shot.

That's what I think about here with Bea. But you are in a whole world of pain you'll suffer from me and I know, you'll have me confused with Lord Raab, like Bea did, but he's my twin brother so I understand the confusion. I have burned people in the past, I've been burned myself a few months ago actually so you could say I'm a very violent wrestler and Bea sure, she has lost a ton of matches, but I can easily work my way through with her on my side to win because you are literally stupid if you have to bitch and moan about lack of your partner's skills, pussy behaviour honestly.

But me and Bea are going to violently beat the shit out of the pair of you, more with me and Artie who has no business being a professional wrestler, all because his wife is which is why I will never date professional wrestlers. I will beat the living daylights out of you Artie because you had it coming for a while and there's nothing you can do to stop team firedog from winning this match or this tournament to rob our chances to be world champions and that's what we're here to do. If you aren't, take a fucking hike. You're fucked and done for.”