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Dallas, Tx.
12/7/23
The twilight sky was painted with hues of orange and pink as Alexandra Calaway's car pulled into the driveway. The engine's hum subsided, leaving behind a quiet that mirrored the exhaustion etched into Alexandra's features. The weight of the recent loss lingered on her shoulders as she climbed out of the car. Dropping her bags inside the entryway, she made her way into the backyard. Overhead hung fairy lights, filling the space with light. The scent of a barbecue wafted through the air, a deliberate attempt by John Strader, Alexandra's boyfriend, to lift her spirits. He stood by the grill, his silhouette outlined by the warm glow of the flames. Ashlynn, Alexandra's daughter, and Mackenzie, John's daughter, played near a set table adorned with vibrant flowers.
"Hey babe, you look beautiful." John greeted as Alexandra approached, his eyes mirroring a mixture of concern and comfort. “Welcome home.” He pulled her into a tight hug, knowing what she had just endured.
"Hey my love, hello girls." she replied, a weary smile gracing her lips. The air was heavy with unspoken understanding. “Thank you my love.” She buried her face against his shoulder and neck, feeling that she was failing at their legacy.
The backyard was a haven of tranquility, a deliberate escape from the chaos of the wrestling world. A cozy setup welcomed Alexandra—a wooden table adorned with flickering candles and plates filled with an array of grilled delights. Ashlynn and Mackenzie rushed towards Alexandra, their laughter a soothing melody. They enveloped her in an embrace that transcended words, a familial warmth that whispered, "You're not alone."
"Thought a little barbecue might lift your spirits," John said, gesturing towards the spread. "And the girls helped with the setup. They wanted to do something nice for you and I couldn’t resist."
The sizzle of the grill punctuated the air, a symphony of crackling flames and tantalizing aromas. John, a master of the barbecue, manned the grill with practiced ease, flipping burgers and brushing on a secret sauce. It brought a smile to her wartorn face.
"Have a seat, babe." He urged, pulling out a chair for her.
As Alexandra settled into the chair, the tableau before her was a testament to the love woven into the fabric of her life. Ashlynn and Mackenzie, their eyes filled with a youthful exuberance, chattered about life and their latest adventures, bringing a smile to Alexandra’s features. The evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows that danced around the backyard. The flickering candles took on a renewed significance, their glow a gentle reminder that even in the dimmest moments, light could be found. Plates laden with barbecue delights were set before Alexandra, a feast meant not just for the body but for the soul. The first bite, a burst of flavors, felt like a respite from the intense battles in the ring.
"You know," John began, taking a seat beside her, "championships come and go, but what we have here, this family, it's what truly matters."
Ashlynn nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Mom, you're still a champ to us."
“Definitely.” Mackenzie spoke up. “I’m honored to be learning from you. The only legend other than the Straders that I even care to learn from.”
“Thank you girls. And John, you always believe in me, even when I don’t.”
A mixture of gratitude and a touch of sadness gleamed in Alexandra's eyes. She was acutely aware of the transient nature of championships, the unpredictable tides of victory and defeat. Yet, in the glow of the backyard barbecue, surrounded by those who cherished her beyond the titles, there was a solace that transcended the transient.
“I know, it doesn't make the sting of the loss any less.” She took a deep breath. “Every match, every trial I face, isn’t just for me. It’s cementing the legacy that came before me, that I plan to pass on to you two.”
The evening unfolded with laughter, shared stories, and the clinking of glasses. The chatter veered away from the world of wrestling, embracing the simplicity of familial bonds. The barbecue, initially intended as a distraction, evolved into a celebration—a celebration of resilience, love, and the unwavering support that defined their makeshift family.
"I might've lost a title," Alexandra mused, her eyes reflecting the dancing flames, "but I've gained something far more enduring. Humble in victory, humble in defeat."
“Damn straight babe. You and I both know you are one of the greatest Bombshell Roulette Champions to ever hold that title. You’ve brought honor to it.” John smiled.
The night draped its comforting shroud over the backyard, and as the last embers of the barbecue faded, what remained was a warmth that emanated not just from the grill but from the hearts entwined in the tapestry of their chosen family. In that quiet moment, beneath the canvas of a starlit sky, Alexandra found solace in the arms of those who saw her not just as a champion in the ring but as the resilient woman who embraced victories and defeats with equal grace.
Good Morning Dallas
Dallas, Tx.
12/8/23
The interview is taking place in a well-lit studio with the iconic Dallas skyline visible through the large windows in the background. Alexandra is seated comfortably in a stylish chair, exuding confidence. The interviewer, representing NBC 5, is poised and ready to delve into the upcoming showdown.
Interviewer: "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest with us today, none other than the Bombshell Roulette Champion, Alexandra Calaway. Alexandra, welcome!"
Alexandra: "Thank you for having me. It's always a pleasure to speak with the great people of my home city, Dallas."
As Alexandra responds, she adjusts the Bombshell Roulette Championship belt resting on her shoulder, making it clear that she's arrived not just as an interviewee but as the reigning champion.
Interviewer: "Now, Alexandra, you're heading into a high-stakes match against Bobbie Dahl at December 2 Dismember. This rivalry has seen its fair share of twists. What's your mindset going into this one?"
The camera zooms in on Alexandra's focused expression, capturing the anticipation in the air.
Alexandra: "Oh, it's always intense when I step into the ring, especially with someone like Bobbie Dahl. We've clashed before, and each time it's been a battle. But this time, it's not just about victory; it's about proving who truly deserves to hold the Bombshell Roulette Championship."
She leans forward slightly, emphasizing the intensity of her words.
Interviewer: "Bobbie Dahl has made it clear that she wants another shot at you. How do you respond to that, and do you think this match will finally settle the score?"
The camera catches a slight smirk on Alexandra's face as she takes a moment to gather her thoughts, collecting each thought before she continues. Wanting each word she says to have an impact.
Alexandra: "Persistence is admirable, but so is knowing when to let go. Bobbie wants a shot? She's got it. But let's not forget who holds the Bombshell Roulette Championship. And Bobbie is persistent, I'll give her that. But let's not forget, I've beaten her before, and I'll do it again. She seems to have not really noticed the list of people who have fallen at my feet since she has been gone. As for settling the score, every match between us adds another chapter to our story. Whether it settles anything, well, that remains to be seen. But one thing's for sure — the Bombshell Roulette Championship stays with me."
Her confident demeanor sends a clear message — she's not just defending a title; she's defending her legacy, just as she did every single time she’s stepped into that ring.
Interviewer: "The fans are buzzing about this match. What can they expect when Alexandra Calaway and Bobbie Dahl step into the ring at December 2 Dismember?"
The studio atmosphere is charged with excitement as the interviewer poses the question.
Alexandra: "They can expect a spectacle, a clash of titans, if you will. When Alexandra Calaway is in the ring, it's not just a match; it's an experience. Bobbie Dahl is a formidable opponent, but I've faced challenges before, and I've always emerged victorious. This time won't be any different."
She looks directly into the camera, addressing the viewers with a steely gaze.
Interviewer: "And how are you preparing for this encounter? Any special strategies or training routines?"
The interviewer shifts gears, delving into Alexandra's preparation.
Alexandra: "I'm always evolving, always adapting. Bobbie might think she knows what to expect, but I've got some surprises in store. I've been putting in the work, fine-tuning my skills, and I'm ready for whatever she brings. December 2 Dismember is going to be unforgettable, mark my words."
As Alexandra speaks, the camera captures glimpses of her training regimen — a mix of intense workouts and strategic planning.
Interviewer: "Strong words, Alexandra. We'll be eagerly watching. Thank you for joining us today."
The interview wraps up with Alexandra nodding in acknowledgment, her focus unwavering.
Alexandra: "My pleasure. Get ready, Sin City Wrestling fans, because when Alexandra Calaway steps into the ring, you know it's going to be a show."
The camera pans out, capturing the Dallas skyline in the background as the interview concludes.
The Lovers Vow
Dallas, Tx.
12/8/23
The soft hum of cicadas filled the air as Alexandra sat in the backyard, the glow of string lights casting a warm ambiance. John joined her, carrying a couple of beers. They settled into the patio furniture, the night stretching out before them. John hands her a beer and the other bottle for himself.
“You know, for a night so calm, you sure seem a bit on edge.”
Alexandra takes a sip of her beer and looks over at him.
“It's the upcoming match, John. Bobbie is not push over and coming off the heels of the loss at Imperial Wrestling’s Odyssey to Nick Knight and the loss of my Invictus Title, makes me realize that all it takes is one bad day.”
John leans back, putting an arm around her.
“You're Alexandra Calaway, you're my old lady. People that underestimate you do so at their own peril. But I get it; it's not about them. It's about you, your standards, your expectations.”
She takes a drink of her beer and nods.
“Yeah, it's like... I've been on this incredible journey. Picking up titles, creating a legacy. But each time I defend, it's like starting from scratch. Like proving I deserve to be at the top.”
John smiles and reaches up, tucking some hair behind her ear.
“You've got a fire in you, Alex, it’s one of the many things I love about you. A fire that's not fueled by titles or victories but by the love for what you do. You're not just defending a title; you're defending your passion, your dedication.”
Alexandra leans back against him, looking up at the stars overhead. A sigh escapes her.
“It gets lonely, you know? Everyone's got their own battles. My friend's are off doing their own things, the girls have their lives, and you're not in the ring anymore.”
John’s voice sounds, filled with a sincere warmth.
“Alex, I might not be in the ring, but I'm always in your corner. I've seen you at your highest, your lowest. I've seen the grit and determination that makes you who you are. You're not alone.”
She gives him a soft smile.
“I know, and I appreciate that more than I can express. It's just coming off the heels of facing Nick Knight, and with this match coming up against Bobbie, who has cost me a title before, I’m starting to wonder if this reign is coming to an end.”
He leans in closer to her, nuzzling against her cheek.
“You've faced tougher challenges babe. Remember that time in OCW when you took on three opponents back-to-back and still came out on top? You thrive under pressure, you do what must be done to win.”
She took some time to reflect on his words. He had a point, it was a different place.
“I miss those days sometimes. The camaraderie, the chaos, even the bruises. It felt like a family, sometimes.”
“Change is inevitable, babe. People move on, promotions shift. But your essence, that doesn't change. You're still the same Alexandra Calaway who fought tooth and nail for everything she has and you continue to do so with each challenge that comes your way. Both in the ring and in life. That’s something I love about you.”
Alexandra looked at him with a smile, kissing his lips softly and pulling back to speak.
“You always know how to calm the storm in my head.”
John grins and pulls her back in close.
“Comes with the territory of being your old man. Now, about this match…”
They both laughed. It’s hard to think that this all happened because the two of them found comfort in each other during times of turmoil.
“What's your advice, coach?”
The couple looked into each other's eyes sitting up. He reaches up, running his fingers down her jawline.
“Trust yourself. Trust in the legacy that you’ve taken the time to build. Remember what you’ve done, the things you’ve accomplished. You’ve held that title for over one hundred days, in your first reign, not everyone can say that. Also remember you're not just carrying a title; you're carrying the hopes and dreams of everyone who's ever believed in you.”
They clink their beer bottles together, the sound echoing in the quiet night. Under the starlit sky, Alexandra felt a renewed sense of purpose, supported by the unwavering belief of the man beside her. As they sat there, the night embracing them, Alexandra found solace in the shared silence and the understanding that some bonds transcended the confines of the wrestling ring.
Top Secret Filming Location
Unknown
12/9/23
The setting is a dimly lit room, with the Bombshell Roulette Championship displayed prominently on a pedestal. Alexandra stands in front of it, her gaze fixed on the camera, her tone firm.
“You know, every time they send someone my way, they think they've got the key to unlock this puzzle, to dethrone the Fallen Angel. But here's the thing, folks, every time this title has been on the line, I've stood tall, and my reign is etched in the annals of history.”
She shook her head.
“Let’s start with the moment I won the title. Jessie Salco, tough and strong, Jessie Salco. Listen up, Sin City Wrestling, because I've got a tale to tell. It was a night that echoed with the pounding heartbeat of competition, where I, Alexandra Calaway, stood toe-to-toe with Jessie Salco, a formidable adversary. The stage was set, and the coveted Bombshell Roulette Championship dangled like a tempting prize above the ring.”
She took a moment to think about all that had happened in that mach.
“From the moment that bell chimed, the ring became a battleground for our conflicting styles. Jessie, with her technical finesse, tried to outsmart the brawler within me. Move for move, submission for strike, it was a symphony of conflict, a dance of resilience and pure, unbridled determination. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, absorbing every bone-crushing impact and calculated maneuvers.”
The current reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion spoke softly.
“This victory wasn't just about the gold around my waist; it was a culmination of a journey, a testament to resilience in the face of adversity. I stood tall, triumphant in the ring, proving that in the world of Sin City Wrestling, when the dust settles and the bell tolls, Alexandra Calaway is the one who stands victorious. And mark my words, this is just the beginning of my reign. There's a storm brewing, and as your Bombshell Roulette Champion, I'm the tempest that will leave an indelible mark on this promotion.”
She remembered her match against Seleana Zdunich.
“Ah, the night I defended my Bombshell Roulette Championship against Seleana Zdunich, a clash that echoed through the hallowed halls of Sin City Wrestling. Seleana, a tenacious competitor, sought to dethrone the newly crowned queen, but little did she know the storm that awaited her in the squared circle. The air was charged with anticipation as we locked eyes, a dance of gladiators poised to prove their mettle.”
Seleana was tough, she tossed everything at Alexandra that she could. But it still wasn’t enough.
“Seleana brought her A-game, no doubt. But I, Alexandra Calaway, the Fallen Angel, the Mistress of Mayhem, was not about to relinquish my title so easily. Move after move, we pushed each other to the limits, the ring bearing witness to our unyielding spirit. When the dust settled and the final bell tolled, I emerged victorious, my reign as Bombshell Roulette Champion solidified. Sin City Wrestling, Seleana tested my resolve, but in the end, it was my wings that soared above the competition. And as I stand here, championship in hand, I dare anyone to step into the ring and challenge the might of the Fallen Angel. The roulette wheel may spin, but fate has already chosen its champion, and that champion is none other than Alexandra Calaway.”
She took a deep breath, she remembered her match against Laura Phoenix, a woman who even before the match, had a ton of Alexandra’s respect.
“Ah, the clash of titans, my defense against Laura Phoenix for the Bombshell Roulette Championship, an encounter that transcended the boundaries of competition. Laura, a force to be reckoned with, a phoenix rising from the ashes, challenged me in a way few ever had. There was a palpable respect in the air, a mutual understanding that only intensified as the battle raged on.”
She had a lot to thank Laura for.
“Our styles collided in a symphony of strikes, grapples, and aerial displays. Laura pushed me beyond my limits, testing the very essence of my resilience. In her eyes, I saw a reflection of my own determination—a fierce desire to prove oneself in the unforgiving realm of Sin City Wrestling. Every move became a testament to our shared passion for this sport, and every near fall echoed the heartbeat of our unwavering commitment.”
Laura Phoenix wasn’t a woman who was to be taken lightly, she was a fierce competitor in that ring.
“When the dust settled, and the bell rang its final toll, I stood there, still the Bombshell Roulette Champion, but forever changed by the crucible that was Laura Phoenix. Respect isn't just given; it's earned, and on that night, Laura earned every ounce of it. Sin City Wrestling witnessed a spectacle, a testament to the power that lies within these sacred ropes. As I held my title high, it wasn't just a victory; it was a nod to a fellow warrior, a recognition that in the crucible of competition, bonds are forged, and champions rise.”
However Alexandra had stood victorious in that bout as well.
“Ah, the dance of destiny, where Bea Barnhart and Georgie Robertson dared to challenge the Bombshell Roulette Champion. The stage was set, and the roulette wheel, an arbiter of fate, decided the rules of engagement. Bea, with her technical prowess, and Georgie, the relentless powerhouse, aimed to dethrone me. But in the chaos of the Bombshell Roulette, where unpredictability reigns supreme, I stood unyielding.”
Both of these women were commendable for their efforts, for their desire to be the champion.
“With every twist of fate, I adapted, showcasing the versatility that defines a true champion. Bea's technical finesse clashed with Georgie's brute strength, creating a tapestry of struggle and determination. As the roulette wheel dictated the terms, we waltzed through stipulations that tested our very limits. It wasn't just a match; it was a testament to the unpredictability that makes Sin City Wrestling a haven for the audacious. When the dust settled, and the echoes of battle faded, I emerged victorious, still the Bombshell Roulette Champion. Bea and Georgie brought their A-game, but in the realm of uncertainty, I thrive, and as I held the title aloft, it wasn't just a victory; it was a proclamation that the Bombshell Roulette Championship found its true Guardian.”
She thought about one of the toughest women she had faced, someone who had ended her Queen for a daydream.
“Ah, the clash with Tempest, a tumultuous symphony of chaos that found its crescendo in the heart of a bustling mall. The ring was forsaken for the chaos of consumerism, a battleground amidst holiday decorations and flashing sale signs. The Bombshell Roulette Championship hung in the balance as Tempest and I engaged in a mall brawl like no other.”
Her body still ached from that match up.
“With each crash and collision, the frenzied shoppers became unwilling spectators to a spectacle of violence and resilience. Tempest, the towering force from Honolulu, clashed with the unyielding spirit of the Bombshell Champion. Amidst the aisles, a mountain of Christmas items bore witness to our struggle, each object a testament to the ferocity of our clash. As the chaos subsided, and the once pristine mall transformed into a war zone, I stood triumphant, having buried Tempest beneath the debris of consumerist fervor. The Bombshell Roulette Championship remained securely in my possession, a trophy earned in the most unconventional of arenas, a mall turned battlefield.”
The screen flickers to life, showcasing snippets of Alexandra's past title defenses. She smiles brightly at the memories.
“There, that's where I faced every so-called "untouchable" opponent. They threw everything at me, but did they forget who I am? I'm Alexandra Calaway, the one who danced with demons and emerged unscathed. By the time we step into that ring at December to Dismember, I will have been the Bombshell Roulette Champion one-hundred and twelve days.”
The crowd erupts in cheers as they relive the spine-chilling moments of Alexandra's victories.
“They called it the Bombshell Roulette Championship for a reason. Every defense is a spin of the wheel, a roll of the dice, and guess what? The house always wins. And in this house, I'm the Queen, and no one, absolutely no one, has come close to dethroning me.”
Images of Alexandra delivering her signature moves, countering opponents, and raising the championship in triumph play on the screen.
“Some said I was a paper champion, that I couldn't handle the pressure. But each time that bell rang, I stepped into this ring not just to defend a title but to silence the doubters, to show them that the Fallen Angel is not a myth; she's a force, a reckoning.”
She takes a breath and then looks over at the Bombshell Roulette Championship where it sits on its pedestal.
“Look at this gold. It's not just a piece of metal and leather; it's a symbol. It's a testament to the nights I've spent in this ring, the blood, the sweat, the tears. And every challenger who thought they could take it away, they fell one by one.”
Her eyes are locked back on the camera.
“So this isn’t a question of who's next? Of who's brave enough to step up, to face the Fallen Angel in her domain? The wheel keeps turning, the challenges keep coming, but mark my words, Bobbie, you'll become just another chapter in the legend of Alexandra Calaway, the guardian of the Bombshell Roulette Championship.”
She paused.
“Bobbie, Bobbie, Bobbie. You just can't seem to get enough, can you? You've been buzzing around, persistent like a moth to a flame, seeking the glory that comes with facing me. Well, congratulations, you got your wish. December to Dismember, it's you and me, and the Bombshell Roulette Championship hanging in the balance.”
Alexandra smirks, a mix of confidence and a touch of amusement on her face.
“You've made it clear that you want another shot at me. Fine. But let's not rewrite history. Last time we faced off, I walked out victorious. You had your chance, and you fell short. Now, you're back, and you're convinced things will be different. Nothing will change what has happened since you left us all. But let me assure you, Bobbie, the woman you faced, has changed a lot in the time that you have been gone. In case you weren’t paying attention last week, look at what I did to Tempest. So far she has been the only person to even come close to dethroning me. And I buried her underneath a pile of Christmas goodness.”
She casually rests her hand on the championship belt, almost caressing it.
“You talk about persistence. Admirable, really. But persistence alone doesn't guarantee success. You see, I hold this title for a reason. It's not just a shiny accessory; it's a symbol of my dominance in this division. Bobbie, you're stepping into my world, a world where I dictate the rules. You're reaching for something that's just out of your grasp.”
Her eyes narrow, the intensity building.
“I don't underestimate you. I've felt your wrath, and I've dished it out. But this is different. This is about more than personal vendettas. This is about proving who is the true queen of the Bombshells. You want to take this title from me? You'll have to pry it from my cold, dead hands.”
She steps closer to the camera, the championship glistening in the low light.
“December 2 Dismember won't just be a match. It'll be a statement. A reminder to everyone, especially you, Bobbie, that in the realm of Bombshells, there's Alexandra Calaway, and there's everyone else. You're stepping into a storm, and I suggest you bring your best because anything less won't be enough.”
The camera lingers on Alexandra's confident expression as she makes her declaration, the dim room creating an aura of anticipation for the impending clash at December 2 Dismember.