Prelude-The Greatest Story.
There is one overwhelming theme in this business that started when it was in its infancy. The prospect of Good versus Evil. But what measures this?. In other sports it’s very simple. In the NFL if you lived where I lived the Falcons were and are the heroes. Any other team that would come to our home would be viewed as the Evil in the situation. But then again, at the oppositions home ground it would always be switched. It’s the same in Baseball, basketball, Hockey. Any other spot the premise is the same, not just domestically, internationally too.
In wrestling it used to be so much more clearcut.
Back in the day if you smiled and gave high fives to the fans, kept your nose clean and treated everyone with respect you were beloved. You were looked at as a good person. If you sneered, laughed at the fans and cheated. Well you were booed and abused. Some people used to try and fight my father in the parking lot in the 80’s. Or so he told me.
But somewhere along the way the wrestling business and attitudes changed. No longer where the respectful, smiling, happy champions exclusively cheered and the underhanded arrogant people booed. See as the world changed around it so did professional wrestling. No longer am I viewed as a bad person and booed. Not that I ever was to begin with. But in the 70’s or 80’s I would have been chastised and hated for my attitude. For my arrogance.
But not now.
No now I am cheered and loved because I speak the truth.
I sugarcoat nothing, I hold nothing back and some people hate me, some love me. But if there is one thing you all do...is pay attention to me. Know me. Witness me. I am not good, I am not evil. I am simply me. I walk into the ring with one purpose and that is to be the best and do it my own way. I don’t care about others feelings. I don’t care about the past. I care about the now. I care about the why and how.
And none of you can stop me….
Scene One-Don’t you love Daddy anymore?
Off Camera
Washington D.C
January 2018
“Boys!...Boys can you come down here please?” Alicia stood at the base of the long winding staircase. Her hands on her hips as she wears a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. Rory and Ryan opened their bedroom door and laughed as they made their way down to their mother. Alicia smiled wide as they stopped in front of her. The house a little quieter with Michael away. “What is it momma?” Rory tilted his head as his younger brother Ryan stood next to him. Ryan always let his older sibling take charge.
“I have something to tell you and something to discuss, come with me.” Alicia led them through the beautiful old house in D.C she moved into. It was Michaels, passed down through his family for generations, Alicia had been helping him restore it, originally he was afraid of Alicia helping with renovations till he realised it was more a restoration, keeping it all natural. As Alicia walked into the kitchen she had made the boys lunch, her mother’s fried chicken recipe. They moved around and got on the stools as Ali leaned forward.“So, on New Years eve...Michael asked me a question…”
Ryan blinked and picked up the chicken eating a piece as Rory seemed more curious, his head tilting as he looked down and noticed the ring on his mother’s hand. “What kind of question momma?” She smiled and leaned in close.“A very important one. See Michael asked me to marry him…” There was a silence as the words came, Rory seemed to understand and he gave his mother a small nod, he looked at Ryan, his eyes almost begging his younger brother to stay quiet. Ryan though slowly put the piece of chicken on the plate and swallowed hard, his little face looking upset.
“What’s wrong honey?” Alicia couldn’t help herself, the motherly instincts took over, Ryan seemed so sad, she needed to know why, Ryan looked at Rory with big eyes almost pleading with him to say it instead. Rory just shook his head before Ryan blurted it out.“Don’t you love Daddy anymore?” Alicia’s heart dropped as her jaw seemed to stutter without words coming out, Rory looked away with a sigh, trying to hold back the frustration from his younger brother. Rory had been almost three when Alicia left, Ryan was still a baby. He never understood and was too young to see or remember. Alicia had always feared Rory knew, that he has seen too much as a child.
She sighed and thought deep before her answer, Ryan had looked up to his father, he was closer to Ronnie than Rory was. “Well, your father and I...we haven’t.” “Mom and Dad shouldn’t be together Ryan and they won’t, I told you...Dad is not a good guy.” Alicia was shocked by Rory's outburst, she swallowed hard as Ryan seemed to go back into his shell, Rory grabbed his piece of chicken ripping pieces of it off. Alicia turned just to Ryan and leaned in. “Your father and I have one thing in common, we love you very much, you and your brother. But don’t you like Michael?” The question rolled off her tongue as she felt fear rise up in her heart. What if Ryan didn’t accept Michael? She loved him, Rory had bonded with him and Michael adored them, taking care of them as if they were his own.
He helped them with homework, he took them to their football games, he helped them cook for Alicia’s birthday, he was there for them. Ryan looked up, his blue eyes so much like Alicia’s own, he seemed to hold back tears.“Is it….is it ok if I like Michael more than Daddy?” The question hit her again, not expecting it. She looked over at Rory who gave her a small knowing smile, he was so smart for an 8 year old.“You can’t help your feelings for anyone honey. I love Michael, he loves me, he loves both of you. Your dad loves you two as well in his own way. This doesn’t change anything. This doesn’t stop you from being with your dad or me…”
“Promise?” Ryans voice cracked and he held out his pinky, Alicia grinned and took his in hers with a chuckle. “Pinky promises never break right?” He gave her a fast nod and smiled finishing his chicken in record time before sliding off the stool, Rory followed at a slower pace before turning around.“Hey mom?” Alicia made a small acceptance noise and a nod.“I know why you can’t be with him….I’m glad you’re happy…..I like Michael….you deserve it….” He gave her a faint smile and backed away as his baby brother called for him, Alicia felt pride and happiness she had never expected, a smile coming across her face as she picked up her tea sipping it slowly, her eyes catching her ring….
Scene Two: Here I go again
On Camera
New York, New York
Present Day
The scene opens with a chair sitting in the middle of the gym at Wolfslair. The two practise rings on either side. Mats and other gear sitting around it. The door opens and Alicia Lukas steps through it, she slowly walks to the chair before looking down at it, she paces around and turns it around so it’s facing the other way, she throws a leg over it and sits down, leaning her body against the back of the chair, her arms folded across it.
”Here we go, Into the void. The next SCW supercard. The biggest shows come and go. And here it is. The culmination of months of build and hype. See the road to this show started back when Blast from the past was announced. The winning team was always going to get title shots at this show. And you know, I look back at those matches and I wonder, how could it have been different?. Everyone knows my opponent at into the void, everyone knows what kind of person she is. But, what if someone else had won Blast from the past?. What if Kale Smith dragged someone else to a win of another team broke through?.”
Alicia scoffs and shakes her head before leaning down, grabbing the SCW World Bombshells title hanging it over the back of the chair before replacing her arms back over it.
”This championship, has a great lineage. But for every great champion like Mikah and even Mercedes Vargas there has been a total bucket like Crystal. For every Roxi Johnson, we’ve had an Amanda Cortez. For every Amy Marshall, we’ve had a Delia Darling. But now?. Now I’m the SCW world champion. Me. I am the leader of the bombshells and I refuse, RE-FUSE, to let the next person say, “Well for every Alicia Lukas, there was a Brittany Williams”. See, Brittany shouldn’t even have a goddamn title shot, she got dragged to this by a guy who was much more talented.”
“It boggles my mind that Amy Marshall is signed to this company and I haven’t faced her. One of the best in SCW and she’s not worthy to get a shot?. Roxi Johnson was here, in this company and I wanted to face her, she wanted to face me, she even asked about my plans for this title and I had to inform her that three women all had title shots and I had to work my way through them to even entertain the thought of facing her.”
“That’s right, I had to tell SCW legend and Hall of famer Roxi Johnson, she had to wait in line...behind Brittany Williams…”
“Two time Bombshells champion, Bombshell roulette champion, Tag team champion, Two time internet champion, rookie of the year and five other awards. I had to tell her no, because I already had three women waiting in the wings to face me. And only one...ONE of those women actually had a legit spot. Seleana Zdunich. But this, this is a problem in SCW. And no I don’t mean sorting out contenders and having a pecking order, that is a good thing. I mean this family. Crystal, her wife, her daughter, hell even Kate is an extended member through her husband and his friendship with Brittany’s father. The Williams, Hilton, Zdunich family unit has infected SCW and I’m the one who has to deal with them.”
“I’m the one who has to get in that ring with them and send them packing.”
She grinds her teeth together, her eyes moving around the gym before she pushes up off the chair taking the title belt with her throwing the strap over her shoulder as she takes a few steps forward becoming more animated raising her voice.
”I want the matches against people like Amy Marshall and Roxi Johnson, I want to be able to face Dani Weston again, I want to be able to go one on one with someone like Bobbie Dahl, or to face Cat Riley or even Mercedes Vargas again. I want to face the women who not only built this company but those who are my contemporaries. I want other high profile talents to want to come to SCW to face me, but right now they know they have to stand behind someone like Brittany or Crystal. I get passed Brittany and I still, STILL have to deal with Crystal. The same family, the same opponents and time after time I beat them.”
“Tell me, do any of you think it;s above Crystal to, interfere in my match with Brittany like she did against Seleana and then go after her own daughter?. Cause I don’t. I don’t think it’s impossible or out of character for her, in fact I think that is her little plan.”
“But, that “plan” won’t matter.”
“Brittany, you got here by doing the bare minimum and having alot of luck and a very talented partner. You tried to claim this championship in a match where you shouldn’t of even been there, a match where you weren’t even an SCW contracted talent. You made a pin on someone else instead of breaking up mine and I kept the title. And while you disappeared only to re-emerge back in SCW for Blast in the past I was dominating. And I have kept dominating all while you walked around here feeling superior. The sad truth tho0ugh Britt...is that you’re as big of a joke as your idiot mother…”
Alicia pauses for a moment and shakes her head.
”Teen marriages, time machines and an age and a mother that doesn’t mathematically add up, everything about you is smoke and mirrors. I went to SCU to distract you to prove a point. Anything you and your family can do, I can do better. And the sad part is that the match I stood and watched you in was against your wife, you’re a carbon copy of Crystal. A loudmouth, arrogant wannabe married to a much more talented blond woman who you tried to beat to advance your career.”
“You’re exactly the same as your mother. But, the difference is that while Crystal was able to dominate this company while I wasn’t here, you’re stuck in my era.”
“You’re in the world of the strong style southern belle Brittany. And the thing is, when it comes to you or your mother we don’t know which one we’re going to get because you both have these weird personality quirks, like Bi-polar or something. But which Britt am I going to get?. Am I going to get the arrogant, cocky little shit who insults everything I’ve done despite the fact I have had a career in and out of SCW that pisses on everything you and your mother have done?.”
“Or will I get the cute lil dream machine, trying to tell the world that I’m a big bad bully and you’ll do everything you can to live up to your lineage and that you don’t care what I have to say?”
“Which one Brittany?. See with me, everyone knows what they’re going to get, they know I’m someone who hates stupidity, who hates people making a mockery of professional wrestling. They know I will respect people like Dani Weston and even your step mother Seleana. They know I respect Roxi and Amy and hell...even Mercedes Vargas. But you Brittany, I don’t respect you. I don’t like you, I don’t want anything to do with you but I have to face you, I have to beat the hell out of you and I’m not just doing it because I’ll enjoy it….I have to do it because of this…”
Alicia holds up the SCW World bombshells title.
”You are everything that is wrong with this business wrapped up into one arrogant bullshit package. And I’m not going to let you have this. I can’t Brittany. I can’t let you win this and I won’t. It deserves a dominant champion and way back when I beat Dani for it I wanted to give everyone that. But your mother, she almost derailed the whole thing, I was able to get it back and since then I have been the champion this title deserves and needs. And you?. You win this and then what?. You have no idea do you?. Cause you fon’t know what it is to be a champion and to have a whole division and a whole company on your back. So I’m going to do you a favor Brittany...at Into the void, in the main event...I’m going to save you from that responsibility…”
“You’re welcome”