The shot opens at a Athletics track where we see a woman running around as the sun is slowly riing from the east as the sky and clouds have that beautiful colour that comes along with a sunset. The woman has her hair in a pony tail, listening to some music as she has earbuds inside her ears as sweat is pouring from her face. She passes the finish line as we see a man clicking on his stopwatch and writes down the time as the woman keeps running another round around the athletic track.

Her gaze is focused upon the track, not allowing anything to distract her. She slowly lifts her left arm towards her face, wiping off some off the sweat from her head by the sweat band on hr wrist before deciding to speeds up halfway until she steps across the finish line for the final time as she lowers her speed before slowly walking around a circle before reaching the man who hands her the bottle of water that she gladly accepts before taking a deep swig.

“That last lap was amazing, just a few tenths above your pr Mel.”

The man says with his dark voice, she silently nods her head before splashing the water across her face. Her breathing is heavy as the thought of her missing these workouts pops inside her head. She slowly turns her gaze towards the man that had not only stole her love, but also has brought into the sports world that is pro wrestling. A world that she knew nowadays people sign up for a wrestling school in the hope of passing a training regiment that would separate the best from the pretenders. But that wasn’t the way that she wanted to go through, not wanting to dish on the wrestling schools. But for Melissa she wanted to endure pain, she wanted to endure suffering in a fashion that her husband had gone through as he had to scrap for money to survive.

“Yeah I know, I feel amazing.”

She smiles before taking a final sip from the bottle of water before turning her head towards the sunset, admiring the sun as she has always enjoyed being the first on the track. She feels Goth placing her towel across her shoulders as he grabs their things while walking over towards the locker room while talking towards Melissa about her next preparation while she pretends to listen to him but has her thoughts drift off to the period of time that she had been in his corner in the hope for him securing his dream to win the world title for a final time.

She looks over towards him, admiring the enthusiasm upon his face and movement as he is using his hands to explain something to her. Making her ask herself whether he truly has come to terms with his retirement, or just trying to dive into something new in order for him to forge the pain he must have been feeling after his last match.

She had to admit that she had felt guilt towards him, guilt for the realization that she knew that if he retired that she would come back again with him on her side. A guilt for the mere fact that even though she had promised him that she would be patient to return, but deep down inside she wanted to come back sooner than later. Wondering whether she was truly upset that he had walked off into the sunset to never return, because the desire to break skulls like she did to her opponents during her run as Bombshell Roulette champion. A period in her career that she had referred to as exciting as her wedding that she had with Goth on the same show where she won the Bombshell Roulette title for the very first time.

“Melissa??”

She looks up, noticing that Goth was staring at her smilingly while having opened the door to the locker room while noticing that she wasn’t paying attention.

“Oh, right… thanks babe.”

She blushes for a moment before giving him a soft kiss on the cheek before stepping through the doorway and entering it before Goth closes the door still smirking. She looks around the locker room, noticing that she is all alone as she lets out a sigh of relief while slowly slipping out of her clothes. She slowly walks over towards the shower room as she turns on the warm water and stands there, waiting for the temperature to turn to how she would like it. Letting out a gasp of relief as she feels the water splash upon her face and body as she pulls the elastic out of her hair and feels it fall down upon her shoulders before running her hands through the now wet hair. She feels every muscle react to the hot water before slowly relaxes as she lets her thoughts wonders off to her PPV debut at Summer XXXTreme. The night where she was facing established wrestlers who at that moment had all won championships all across the world and were the favourites to win that title over the unexperienced rookie.

Mentally she laughs as the words of unexperienced rookie runs through her mind, granted she was a rookie when it came down to wrestling experiences. Beating a naïve nobody in her in ring debut, beating Mercedes Vargas as well while starting a war with the Bombshell Roulette title glory hog Jessy Salco and her idiotic friends.

“Oh God, why is that skank popping inside my head??”

She lets out a groan, she could not deny the fact that her feuds from the past has been popping inside her head while having dreams at night. Remembering the bloodshed that she had, the several gruelling matches that she had with Ariana Angelos, the three matches that she considered that it was the start of people recognizing her as a threat with Salco. Even remembering the match she had taken the Bombshell Internet’s championship in a triple threat match. The same woman whose number she seemed to have in several matches until her final match, where Melissa had gotten injured and never returned towards the ring until now….

Of course there was that one moment where she had made her presence felt in a match of Goth in a different promotion to aid her husband to beat the man that broke his arm and shoulder. A moment where he had gotten the revenge upon a man that many considered would have been the biggest start in the annals of many companies. Yet Goth managed to prove him wrong

A moment that she had to admit had send chills down her spine, having heard the cheers from the fans. The many messages of fans, asking her when she would return. Questions that she could not answer, yet it had brought that desire back to return.

She leans against the shower wall for a few mo
“What a great moment it was to kick Amber Mansley’s face in.”

She says with a big time smirk upon her face as she grabs the bottle of shower gel and starts to soap her body before letting the water wash it  off again. Letting out a sigh as she leans back, allowing the water to splash across her body as she slowly turns her hands into fists.

She starts to remember the anger building inside her body, the anger that she felt back then for not only having lost the title that she only won not so long ago. But the anger for her was mostly for the mere fact that she could not return to the ring for over a year due to the injury and the promise that she had given him to stand in his corner. Realiing how badly she had started to miss it to compete inside the ring, how she had missed dominating her opponents like she had done in the majority of her matches. Having missed the whispers of the people from the back as well from the fans on social media, who had started to ask themselves how long it would take for her to clinch the Bombshell World Title. A thought she herself has had several times in her young career, the confidence that she oozed in and outside the ring was what put her ahead in any match before it even started.

“And now the world will know that I am back…”

She says while grinding her teeth as she tenses the muscles in her arms as the water continues to splash across her entire body. She feels overjoyed with he notion that her opportunity has finally come as she has entered herself into the Blast From The Past tournament, a tournament that she entered last year and left after the first round. Not the end result that she had hoped for, yet the time that she had shared with Chronic Chris Page had taught her something that she would be taking with her into this years tournament. She lets her muscles relax as she reopens her hands and moves them towards the shampoo before starting to wash her hair. The few moments that she was washing her hair made her release all the thoughts that she was having about her past, because it was just that the past.

“I’m ready to move forward”

She whispers, the excitement has grown with every passing moment since she had seen her name posted upon the card for this coming Climax Control. She rinses out the shower gel out of her hair before finally turning off the hot water as she slowly turns around and reaches forward to grab a towel to wrap it around her head before grabbing another as she places it around her body after drying her body for a few moments. She steps out of the bathroom into her bedroom, opening the closet as she reaches forward to some clothing while sporting a big smile upon her face as she realizes that her in ring return is nearing.

“It’s time for me to remind the world who Melissa truly is….”

She says with a smile upon her face as the shot fades.


A new beginning



“What a way to make my return”

Says a smirking Melissa, who is seated in the airplane that brings her and her husband Goth to the next city where Sin City Will compete for the next Climax Control. She has her legs crossed in a relaxing fashion while having her arms crossed across her chest. Her hair is tied up in a knot as she gives a wink towards the camera as it slowly zooms in on her.

“I bet people have been wondering why it has taken so long for me to return, but that’s because all of you have such a short memory span that it is obvious that I didn’t out of respect for my husband. To grant him the opportunity for a final spotlight upon his impressive career. And now that it is over I am going to cement mine, to have an opportunity to turn heads in this years Blast From The Past.”

She rolls her eyes as she takes a sip from a glass of water that was in beside her, staring at the LED screen in front of her as she is watching her final match that she had where she lost her Internet championship and injured herself. A bitter memory that has kept her awake for many nights, a painful memory that she had shared with her husband as it was the first time that they shared the painful experience together. The memory causes her to lower her head for a moment as she grinds her teeth, remembering the one question that popped in her head during rehabilitation.

“It has been a painful year.”

She says as her jawline tightens while swallowing her anger, her hands grip across the armrests of the seat that she sits in. She remains staring at her feet, not wanting to exchange looks with the camera she knew has come closer towards her.

“It humbled me to a point where I wasn’t sure whether I would ever return to in ring competition, that caused me to look at things through a different perspective. Making me realize that I am far from being the invincible bitch that enjoyed kicking in the cranium of those who I believed weren’t worth my time and energy.”

The remark causes her to chuckle as she slightly lifts up her face, causing her eyes to stare through some of her blonde hair that had fallen in front of her face. Her eyes are burning holes into camera as she remains quiet for several moments.

“The mere realization that once that bell rings it could be a whole new beginning, or merely the beginning of the end just like one year ago. Making you understand that the careers of each and everyone in this industry could end just like that.”

She snaps her fingers, emphasising her statement while not even blinking her eyes as she continues to stare into the camera in front of her. The camera pans out, showing the black shirt that she is wearing that reads: “Melissa, The Lady Goth” as her breathing causing her chest to heave up and down in an intense way. She drops her left hand back upon the arm rest as both of her hands dig deep into the fabric before stretching her legs.

“I believed I was on top of the world, not caring who I stepped foot inside the ring with. Reputations didn’t matter to me, because I had the confidence that I could knock each and everyone of your heads off your shoulders before you could even blink with your eyes. I guess realization has caught up with me huh??”

She smirks as she suddenly punches in the air as that causes the camera to move away from her, she slowly sits upwards in her seat before grabbing the glass of water and holds it in front of her fface.

“I guess it must be true, that once you got hooked into the game of wrestling that you are addicted to it. Something that I thought that I was above that notion, but once you have reached that point in your life that you have to watch idly by while others do the one thing that you love the most??? It starts to eat you up inside.”

She scowls after referring how she must have felt throughout the majority of the year, unable to compete for championships and wins the way she was used to.

“And then that moment comes, the moment that you had wished it would have been prolonged to indefinitely as you cheer on your man in his quest for that one final championship belt. That one goal in life that he now has to consider to be a failure. Oh yeah, I’m telling you like it is, because for you all that past three years must have been amazing right?? Well that shows how stupid and ignorant you really are, all the lesser belts fail in comparison to the world heavyweight championship belt. The one thing that he lived for, the one thing that he had been preparing for since that faithful night that he beat Mark Cross in that non-title match.”

The look on her face slowly darkens after mentioning the name of Mark “The Dragon” Cross. The one man that is one half of the mixed tag team that stands in the way of her and her mixed tag team partner for the Blast From The Past Tournament.

“How fitting is it that you stand and Eiley stand in my way to advance to the next round Mark? How fitting is it that I can look you in the eyes while you stand upon the apron, getting that feeling inside of my guts from what it must have been for my husband all those years ago. How irony protects your fucked up face knowing that I cannot attack you due to the rules of this match. And yet it does not change the fact that I want to look you in the eyes and sniff up every inch of whatever it is that made you a wrestling legend.”

The gaze upon her face remains cool and collective, there is a twitch underneath her right eye that causes her to get annoyed after a few moments as she puts the glass of water towards her lips and empties it in one swift move.

“I know you have been in this tournament before, almost a guaranteed bet to reach the finals. A man that has garnered the services of former Mixed Tag Team Champion in Eiley. A woman that I have yet to have stood in front of inside the barriers that is the six sided ring. A woman that I can honestly has dominated the ring in her own way just like I have, quite a drawing that Mark and Christian has picked out of all the possible drawings that laid out there in front of them. A certified Main Event at the tournament finals… And yet, one team has to go home disappointed. Who is it going to be?? Part timer Mark and his tag team partner?? Or the woman that has vowed to compete in every single show, who will not forget the allure of what the fans tend to bring to arena’s every single week and cheer us on. Or will it be the returning dominatrix of pro wrestling and her tag team partner that is just as hungry to carve out a name for himself in this company that we all know as Sin City Wrestling. You be the judge.”


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She closes her eyes for a moment, trying to contain her breathing as she lets out a low sigh before reopening her eyes as she continues to stare into the camera while remaining silent. We see her suddenly look up towards her husband, who has taken a seat beside her as she has placed her hand upon the one nearest to hers before turning her attention back to the camera.

“Don’t worry about him though, I do not need the Gothic One to hype up this or any of my coming matches. Because it’s quite simple, I am in it because I want to get that shot for the Bombshell world championship. The one statement that I know that won’t knock any of you from your seats in amazement. Because that’s why every single team was created, because there were enough people that had the guts to step into the unknown because nothing can stop us… Right Eiley??”

She smirks as she looks over towards her husband before nodding her head as she watches him get up again and walk away as he is about to get them something to drink.

“Eiley and Melissa, two young talented women that have held gold. You in the Mixed tag team division and me as Bombshell Roulette Champion and Internet champ. Two women that have been trained by Hall of Fame legends, tow women that proclaim to have that killer instinct. Two women that believe that none of the others deserve to be champion right?? Or is it perhaps that you wish to step out of the shadows of Mikah and not only repeat what she has done…. But want to do it better?? That you want to prove to the world that you are better than the legendary Mikah?? I hope you do not think that I want to do this because I want to walk into the shadows of my husband. Because if you are going to utter something as remarkable and stupid in the same time, then I guess I just have to drive a knee down your throat in the hopes of hearing tubular bells play Christmas songs in the beginning of fucking May.”

“I love the man that has done the unthinkable over and over again in this or any other company throughout his 20 plus year career. But this is my moment, this is where I need to be. I do not see myself and my career to be a dedication to someone else’s career. A career that is now over, a career that has been washed away by many as if they swallowed a glass of Dom Perignon as if it was a cheap coke. You see Eiley, I took the name of Lady Goth not because I want to step into HIS footsteps and become an exact copy. Oh no, I want to remind the Bombshell division that I will take everything to a whole new level. I am the Lady Goth, because there is nobody out there that can do the things that I can. There is nobody out there that wants to be like me, because all you bitches out there can talk a good game, to differentiate yourselves from everyone else… And yet nobody has the desire to take that step that I am going to be taking.”

“I bet you think it does not make sense right???”

She smirks, placing her hands in front of her while staring at the camera. She looks towards the small window beside her, causing her to see nothing but clouds and occasionally some ocean water as they are heading towards their destination.

“Not everything in life needs to be logical, nothing in life is a given that one day you will stand in front of the portal that allows you to step into the Garden of Eden. I already know exactly what you two will be thinking, two established names in the pro wrestling world that has graced us with another gift from God by gracing themselves in the presence of those who aren’t worthy right?? Do me a favour you two delusional fools. You have to realize that I stand in your way, a hungry woman that wasn’t allowed to wrestle for over a year. A woman that has heard the rumblings in the locker rooms of those who remember when I rang their bells… Remember me little bitches??”

She gives a wink towards the camera as a reminder that she has not forgotten the wars that she had fought and overcame all of them.

“And I know that you aren’t upon the level of one Ariana Angelos, Jessie Salco or even the legendary Mercedes Vargas…. It is a shame that two of the new blood has to come face to face in the first round isn’t it?? Because let’s quite face it Eiley. There isn’t any on the Bombshell or Male roster that can live up to our expectations. Expectations of one day ruling the Sin city Wrestling Bombshell Division with an iron fist. Because we do not take the crap that each and every overrated…”

She takes a deep sigh, forcing herself not to go overboard with another curse before continuing her rant.

“Pro wrestler that to this very day I cannot understand that people are actually willing to pay money to see perform in a fashion that is quite embarrassing. And by God, the mere fact that you and I need to face each other in the first round with our well respected tag team partners is just an embarrassment and a reason to critique the workings of this company in more ways than one.”

“But there’s nothing I can do to alter destiny besides sharpening my wrestling boots before I measure the distance between me kicking it off your shoulders. Not because I am one dumb bimbo that thinks that it sounds cool, but I want to take that weight from your shoulders as you aren’t quite ready to step out of the shadows of your Hall of Fame example.”

She pauses, lifts her fingers up towards her mouth in a pyramid shape way as she stares into the camera with a dark glow coming over her face.

“I’m not saying this because it is being expected from me Eiley, I’m not saying this because perhaps deep down inside I may be very insecure. Oh no, I’m saying this because you have been having to rely upon someone else to uphold HIS end of the deal. Is that what you are seeing from a man that is certified to guarantee you a main event spot in the tournament finals?? Because I have learned to rely upon myself since day one, hell even before I was honoured to meet the man of my dreams when he was a drunk psychopath. Rolling around in his own vomit while screaming out promises as long as he could take a sip from whatever he could find. I have been one that has ben capable to put the weight of an entire world upon my shoulders and dive into the deep end in order to grab hold of whatever fling of hope that is left. “

“You and Mark Cross are the biggest pieces of crap that I have ever seen being put together, ego’s that probably will cause more casualties to end up in a hospital than reality ever set in. me and Aiden Reynolds are the outsiders looking in. Me and Aiden are the ones that people tend to overlook, even if the anticipation of two young and up and coming future hall of fame Bombshells will go at it for the very first time. Because that for some reason will not make me a destined winner in this tournament is it??”

“Go ahead and think that way, assume that all that you will touch will turn into gold. Because I do not want to be considered to be that way Eiley, I want to be the one that takes away any hope and dreams of those who want to step up to knock me off my plate to secure that one thing. A Bombshell World Title match against whomever the champ may be. Because I have a dream, I have a dream that one day I will wake up and that everyone will look forward to see Mark Cross enter the 2025 Blast From The Past Tournament in the hope to draw another number one pick as his partner. To wake up to have people already having forgotten that excited opportunity for a first impression that the two of us will have. Because after this match there will be only one impression left in the minds of those who have witnessed a confrontation of what could have been. Only to have turned into the one that ultimately advances to the next round in favour over the certified winners of Mark “The Dragon” Cross…. And Eiley… Being the team of the Melissa and    Aiden Reynolds….”

The intensity upon her face grows before the shot ends as we see Goth return with a drink for the both of them.

Broken Pieces
Rage Room
New York City, New York

The neon sign above the entrance flickered with the words "Rage Room." Alexandra glanced up at it, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension. She hadn't expected her friend Miles Kasey to suggest such a place, but after everything she'd been through lately, maybe smashing a few things would be therapeutic.

"Are you sure about this, Miles?" Alexandra asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty as they approached the entrance.

Miles grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Trust me, Lex. Sometimes, breaking stuff is the best way to let out all that pent-up frustration."

With a nod, Alexandra followed Miles into the rage room facility. The interior was dimly lit, with sturdy walls lined with various objects waiting to meet their destructive fate. The air hummed with anticipation, and Alexandra could feel her heart rate picking up.

"Pick your weapon," Miles said, gesturing toward a rack filled with bats, crowbars, and sledgehammers.

Alexandra scanned the options before settling on a sturdy bat. She tightened her grip, feeling a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins.

"Let it all out, Lex," Miles encouraged, stepping back to give her space.

Taking a deep breath, Alexandra stepped up to a table piled high with glassware, old electronics, and ceramic plates. Without hesitation, she swung the bat, shattering the objects into a cacophony of destruction. The sound echoed in the room, mingling with her grunts of exertion.

With each swing, Alexandra felt a weight lifting off her shoulders. The frustrations of her failed relationships, the disappointments, and the heartache all fueled her swings. She imagined John's face on the objects she smashed, then Justin's, and she let out a primal scream as she swung harder.

Miles watched with a mix of awe and amusement, occasionally cheering her on or offering words of encouragement. He knew that Alexandra needed this release, a way to purge herself of all the emotions swirling inside her.

After several minutes of relentless smashing, Alexandra paused, sweat glistening on her forehead. She looked around at the carnage she'd created, a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion washing over her. She found herself breathing heavily, she dropped the bat to the ground and turned to look at her friend, someone who understood it.

"Feel better?" Miles asked, a playful grin on his face.

Alexandra chuckled, her breaths coming in heavy. "Yeah, I think I do."

As they exited the rage room, Alexandra felt a sense of catharsis she hadn't experienced in a long time. The weight on her shoulders had lightened, and she knew that, at least for now, she had let go of some of the pain and anger that had been holding her back.

"Thanks, Miles," she said, offering him a grateful smile.

Miles clapped her on the back. "Anytime, Lex. We all need a little destruction therapy now and then."

Together, they walked out into the evening air, the echoes of shattered objects fading behind them. Alexandra felt a newfound sense of clarity and determination, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead with renewed strength.

“You would think our job would give us enough of a release.  But honestly, lately it's been bothering me more than anything else.”

Alexandra felt the cool evening breeze against her skin as they walked away from the rage room. Despite the physical exhaustion from the intense session, she also felt mentally refreshed, as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She glanced at Miles, grateful for his friendship and the unexpected therapy session.

As they strolled down the sidewalk, the city lights casting a warm glow around them, Miles turned to Alexandra with a thoughtful expression. "You know, Lex, sometimes the best way to move forward is to let go of the past."

Alexandra nodded, her mind still processing the whirlwind of emotions she had just unleashed. "Yeah, I think you're right. It's time to stop dwelling on what could have been and focus on what's ahead."

Miles smiled, his eyes reflecting genuine camaraderie. "Exactly. And speaking of what's ahead, I have a feeling that things are about to turn around for you. You've been through a lot, but you're stronger than you realize."

His words resonated with Alexandra, reminding her of the resilience she had always carried within her. She straightened her posture, a newfound determination shining in her eyes. "You're right, Miles. I'm not going to let past heartaches hold me back anymore. I have goals to achieve, and nothing's going to stop me. I need to look past what’s happened and focus on the Blast From the Past."

Miles chuckled, giving her a playful nudge. "That's the spirit, Lex! Now, let's grab a bite to eat and celebrate the start of a new chapter."

They continued their walk, the city bustling around them. Alexandra felt a sense of optimism growing within her, fueled by the support of her friend and the cathartic release she had just experienced. The night held promise, and she was ready to embrace whatever challenges and adventures awaited her.

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Making the Call
Hotel
New York City, New York

The scene opens with Alexandra Calaway sitting in her hotel room, a determined expression on her face as she dials Alexander Raven's number. After a few rings, the call goes to voicemail. She clears her throat and begins to speak. This was risky, but she had to take the chance.

“Hey, Alexander. It's Alexandra Calaway. I know, I’m the last person you want to hear from, but..”

She took a deep breath. “Look, I know we haven't always seen eye to eye, but I wanted to talk to you about the Blast from the Past Tournament. This could be our chance to break out of the rut we've been in, to show everyone what we're truly capable of if we team together one more time. I know we can do this. Do you really want your legacy to have that red stain of our loss?”

She pauses, gathering her thoughts before continuing.

“You and I both know that we're forces to be reckoned with in that ring. Together, we can create something incredible, something that'll shake up the entire wrestling world. But we can't do that if we're stuck in our own heads, doubting ourselves. I’ve moved on from all that bullshit, have you?”

Her tone becomes more urgent, a hint of frustration seeping in.

“So, I'm asking you to get off your ass, Alexander. Stop dwelling on the past and start focusing on the future. We have a chance to make history, and I refuse to let that opportunity slip through our fingers because of pride or ego. Be it yours or mine.”

She takes a deep breath, her voice softening.

“Think about it, okay? Give me a call back when you get this. Let's do this, Raven. Let's show them all that last year was a fluke. That we are the best.”

With that, Alexandra ends the call, her determination unwavering as she sets her sights on the upcoming challenge. But the voicemail wasn't enough for Alexandra. As she hit the end call button, she realized she needed to do more. She couldn't leave it all to chance, not when so much was riding on this partnership.

Determined to make her point clear, Alexandra picked up her pen and a notepad. She started jotting down ideas, plans, strategies. She wanted Raven to know that she was serious about this, that she believed in their potential as a team. After what seemed like hours of brainstorming, Alexandra finally had a solid plan. She grabbed her phone again, this time typing out a text message to Raven. She kept it short and to the point, just like her voicemail.

"Raven, I left you a voicemail. Listen to it. Let's meet up and discuss our strategy for the Blast from the Past Tournament. This is our chance to shine. - Alexandra"

She hit send and waited, the anticipation building with each passing second. She knew that if Raven could see things from her perspective, if he could grasp the magnitude of this opportunity, they could turn things around. The weight of uncertainty settled heavily on Alexandra's shoulders as she sat in her hotel room, staring at her phone after leaving a voicemail for Alexander Raven. She couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that Raven might have already given up before even considering her proposal. The thought gnawed at her, fueled by past encounters where their disagreements had led to dead ends.

"He's probably sitting there, listening to my message, and thinking it's just another one of my crazy ideas," Alexandra muttered to herself, frustration lacing her voice. She had poured her heart into that voicemail, urging Raven to see the potential they had as a team, but there was a lingering doubt that it might fall on deaf ears. “God damn it Raven.”

As minutes ticked by, turning into hours, Alexandra's anxiety grew. She knew Raven's tendency to retreat into his own thoughts, to dwell on past failures rather than embracing new opportunities. It was a pattern she had observed, one that made her question if this attempt to reignite their partnership was futile.

"I can't do this alone, at least not according to the rules. My partner has to be in it too." Alexandra muttered, her fingers tapping restlessly on the table. The Blast from the Past Tournament was fast approaching, and she needed Raven's volatile violence in the ring. But more than that, she needed his belief, his commitment to making this work.

With a sigh, Alexandra decided to distract herself, scrolling through old matches and memories of their past encounters. It was a bittersweet trip down memory lane, reminding her of the chemistry they had in the ring when they were in sync, when they trusted each other's instincts.

"I hope he remembers those moments," Alexandra murmured, a faint glimmer of hope mingling with her concerns. She knew that beneath Raven's stoic exterior, there was a wrestler hungry for success, for recognition. But whether he was willing to set aside differences and take a leap of faith remained to be seen. “Because, I know, we can do this, if he would just focus and keep his mind in the game.”

The silence of the room echoed her thoughts, the unanswered voicemail hanging in the air like an unresolved chord. Alexandra couldn't help but wonder if this was the end of the road for their Blast From the Past partnership or if Raven would surprise her with a change of heart. Only time would tell, and Alexandra braced herself for whatever outcome awaited them in the days to come.

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Queens Blog: Reflections from Normandy: A Journey of Redemption and Resilience
Hotel Room
Normandy, France

Greetings, Sin City Wrestling fans and fellow warriors of the squared circle. As I sit here amidst the serene landscapes of Normandy, France, with the echoes of history reverberating through the air, I find myself reflecting on the path that has led me to this momentous occasion—the Blast from the Past Tournament.

This tournament holds a special place in my heart, not just because it showcases the legends of our sport but because it represents a chance at redemption. Last year, I teamed up with Alexander Raven in this very tournament, and while our partnership was formidable, it didn't yield the results we had hoped for. But as the saying goes, failure is not the end; it is the beginning of something greater.

This year, fate has brought Alexander and me back together as partners once again. The universe works in mysterious ways, and perhaps this reunion is an opportunity for us to rewrite our story, to turn the tide in our favor, and to show the world the resilience and determination that define us both.

Reflecting on the past year in Sin City Wrestling, I am reminded of the challenges, triumphs, and lessons learned. It has been a journey unlike any other, filled with moments of glory and moments of adversity. From epic battles in the ring to personal struggles outside of it, each experience has shaped me into the competitor and the person I am today.

One of the defining moments of this past year was my rivalry with Julianna DiMaria for the SCW Bombshell Championship. Our feud was intense, fueled by passion, ambition, and a thirst for greatness. While the outcome may not have been what I desired, the journey itself was a testament to the strength of the human spirit and the bonds forged in the heat of competition.

As I prepare for the Blast from the Past Tournament, I carry with me the lessons learned from every victory and every defeat. I carry the determination to rise above adversity, the resilience to bounce back from setbacks, and the unwavering belief in my abilities and those of my partner, Alexander Raven.

To my fellow competitors in the tournament, I extend my respect and admiration. We are all here because we share a love for this sport, a passion for competition, and a drive to leave our mark on history. May our battles be fierce, our performances be legendary, and may the spirit of competition unite us in camaraderie and sportsmanship.

As the sun sets over the horizon, casting a golden glow upon the ancient cliffs of Normandy, I am filled with a sense of anticipation and excitement for the challenges that lie ahead. The Blast from the Past Tournament awaits, and I am ready to seize the opportunity, rewrite my story, and etch my name in the annals of wrestling history once more.

To all the fans who have supported me on this journey, I say thank you. Your unwavering loyalty and passion fuel my drive to succeed, and I promise to give my all in every match, every promo, and every moment in the spotlight.

Here's to the Blast from the Past Tournament, to redemption, resilience, and the unbreakable spirit of Sin City Wrestling.

Yours in strength and determination,
Alexandra Calaway xoxo

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Articles of Rivalry, Loss and Volatile natures
Online Websites
Normandy, France

The history between Alexandra Calaway and Alexander Raven is a turbulent tale that spans several encounters and moments of conflict within the wrestling world.

First Encounter: Alexandra and Alexander first crossed paths during a multi-competitor match in a major wrestling event. Both competitors showcased their skills and tenacity, leading to a memorable showdown that ended in a draw.

Tag Team Alliance: Despite their initial meeting, circumstances forced Alexandra and Alexander to form a reluctant tag team for a high-stakes tag team tournament match. Their partnership was marred by disagreements and clashes in strategy, leading to a loss in the Blast from the Past match.

Rivalry Intensifies: Following their failed tag team venture, tensions between Alexandra and Alexander escalated. They engaged in a fiery back and forth for weeks, each determined to prove their superiority over the other. These matches often ended in controversial finishes, fueling their animosity further. This ended in a match against Alexander Raven’s lady, Luna. That found Alexandra losing to the woman and going down a different path, to win the Bombshell Roulette Championship from Jessie Salco, while Alexander Raven went down a path of a losing streak.

Respect Earned: Over time, through their intense battles and occasional collaborations, Alexandra and Alexander gained a grudging respect for each other's skills and determination. While their rivalry persisted, it was tempered by a newfound acknowledgment of each other's capabilities.However, Raven began to blame Alexandra for his downfall, for where he now stands in his career.

Future Encounters: As their paths continue to intertwine in the wrestling circuit, the dynamic between Alexandra Calaway and Alexander Raven remains unpredictable. Their history of conflict and somewhat skewed respect adds layers of complexity to any future encounters, promising intense and compelling showdowns for fans and critics alike.

In the world of professional wrestling, few alliances are as volatile and unpredictable as that of Alexandra Calaway and Alexander Raven. As they gear up to enter the highly anticipated Blast from the Past Tournament, the wrestling community is abuzz with anticipation and speculation about this formidable duo.

Clash of Titans: Both Alexandra and Alexander Raven are renowned for their individual prowess in the ring. Alexandra, with her dark and intense persona, brings a relentless aggression to every match. On the other hand, Alexander Raven is a cunning strategist with a knack for exploiting his opponents' weaknesses. Together, their contrasting styles create a synergy that makes them a force to be reckoned with.

History of Rivalry: What makes their alliance so intriguing is their storied history of rivalry. The ring has witnessed numerous battles between these two competitors, each vying for supremacy. Their clashes have been brutal, intense, and often ended in controversial finishes, leaving fans on the edge of their seats.

Unpredictable Chemistry: While their past encounters have been marked by animosity, there's no denying the chemistry between Alexandra and Alexander Raven. Their volatile relationship adds an element of unpredictability to their teamwork. They can seamlessly transition from allies to adversaries and back again, keeping their opponents guessing at every turn.

Strategic Advantage: One of the key strengths of this partnership is their ability to strategize. Alexandra's ferocity combined with Alexander Raven's calculated approach creates a deadly combination in the ring. They are adept at exploiting their opponents' weaknesses and capitalizing on opportunities, making them a formidable threat.

Mind Games: Both Alexandra and Alexander Raven are masters of mind games. They know how to get into their opponents' heads, creating doubt and hesitation. This psychological warfare often gives them the upper hand, allowing them to control the pace and direction of the match.

Respect Amidst Rivalry: Despite their intense rivalry, there's a begrudging respect between Alexandra and Alexander Raven. They understand each other's strengths and weaknesses better than anyone else, which enables them to work together effectively when necessary.

Blast from the Past: As they step into the Blast from the Past Tournament, all eyes are on Alexandra Calaway and Alexander Raven. Their volatile history, combined with their undeniable talent and strategic prowess, makes them a team that no one can afford to underestimate. Whether they emerge victorious or succumb to their tumultuous dynamic remains to be seen, but one thing is certain – their journey through the tournament will be nothing short of explosive.

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Skewed Respect and The Challenge Ahead
Normandy Beach
Normandy, France

On the haunting shores of Normandy, where the echoes of past battles still linger in the air, Alexandra Calaway stands amidst the solemn reminders of history. The sands beneath her feet whisper tales of resilience and triumph, stories that resonate with her own journey in the world of professional wrestling.

As she gazes out at the vast expanse of the beach, her thoughts drift to the upcoming Blast from the Past Tournament. A tournament that holds a special significance this year, as fate has paired her once again with Alexander Raven, her former partner, turned rival turned partner again. The news of their pairing came as a surprise, but Alexandra is no stranger to unexpected alliances and the challenges they bring.

The waves crash against the shoreline of Normandy, a symphony of relentless power echoing the intensity that Alexandra Calaway brings to the ring. Standing amidst the historic sands, her gaze is focused, her mind sharp as she envisions the battle ahead.

"Alexander Raven," Alexandra begins, her voice carrying a blend of respect and anticipation. "We've danced this dance before, haven't we? The clash of our forces, the clash of our wills—it's a story etched in the annals of Sin City Wrestling. However, we didn’t work as a team last time and for that, you blamed me. But I won’t let your venom destroy us. This time, we will make it to the end."

She turns to face the camera, the winds tousling her hair as if mirroring the tumultuous journey she's been on. "The Blast from the Past Tournament is upon us, and fate has once again intertwined our paths. But this time, it's different. This time, we can stand united, ready to rewrite history. To change our past, perhaps, even get you out of that slump you are in. You blame me for your downfall, perhaps, you’ll see that it wasn’t my fault after all."

The past between Alexander and Alexandra flashed through her mind. Quick snapshots of how the last Blast from the Past tournament went for them. Alexandra’s focus had been off. But she had gone on to do great things in Sin City Wrestling, after the failure that was her first few months there. Now a year into the company and she’s been so much more than she was.

"We've been on this battlefield before," Alexandra's voice carries a determined edge, her eyes reflecting the fire of determination. "But this time, things are different. This time, we won't falter. We won't be out in the first round, watching others claim victory while we lick our wounds. Not if I have anything to do with it."

The memories of their previous encounter on the battlefield of competition resurface, a bitter reminder of what could have been. But Alexandra refuses to dwell on past losses. Instead, she channels that energy into a renewed sense of purpose, a fierce determination to emerge victorious this time around.

"This fight, this tournament, it's more than just a chance at glory," Alexandra's words are tinged with passion. "It's a testament to our growth, to our resilience. We've both faced our share of battles, both in and out of the ring. But it's those battles that have forged us into the warriors we are today."

With the beach serving as her battleground, Alexandra draws parallels between the historic battles fought on these shores and the upcoming tournament. "Just as soldiers faced adversity on these sands, we two will face formidable foes in Jamie Dean and Shay Owens. But mark my words, our resolve is unyielding."

The memories of past encounters with Raven flash through her mind, a montage of rivalry and mutual skewed respect. "We've proven ourselves individually," she declares, her eyes blazing with determination. "Now, it's time to prove our strength as a team, to show the world what happens when two forces unite for a common goal."

As she speaks, the camera captures the determination etched on her face, the fire in her eyes reflecting the passion burning within. "Jamie, Shay, you may be skilled, but you've never faced the chaos that Alexandra Calaway and Alexander Raven bring. Prepare yourselves for a battle unlike any other. I’ve teamed with him and I’m aware of what my teammate is capable of doing. I also know that over my past year here in Sin City Wrestling, I’ve fought and beaten the best of the best."

The winds seem to whisper encouragement, carrying the echoes of cheers from unseen supporters. Alexandra's voice rises, carrying the weight of her conviction. "This isn't just about winning a tournament. It's about seizing our destiny, about showing everyone that we are forces to be reckoned with."

With a final, resolute gaze at the horizon, Alexandra concludes, "The battlefield awaits, and we will emerge victorious. Together, we will rewrite history, leaving our mark as legends of Sin City Wrestling."

As the scene fades, the waves continue their relentless rhythm, a harbinger of the chaos and triumph yet to come in the Blast from the Past Tournament. As the winds of change sweep across the beach, carrying with them the echoes of battles yet to come, Alexandra stands tall, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead. The Blast from the Past Tournament may be the stage, but the battlefield of Normandy serves as a reminder—a reminder that victory is earned through determination, resilience, and the unwavering will to succeed. She watched as the sun fell beyond the horizon and the day had ended, just as Jamie and Shay’s dreams of the win being theirs in this year's Blast from the Past Tournament would end.

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Instagram Live
Hotel
Normandy, France

Alexandra Calaway, clad in her signature black leather jacket and with her hair cascading down in dark waves, sat comfortably in front of her phone, ready to connect with her fans on Instagram Live. The familiar red 'Live' icon glowed in the corner as viewers started to pour in, sending heart emojis and excited greetings.

"Hey, everyone!" Alexandra greeted, her voice filled with warmth and enthusiasm. "It's been a while since I've done one of these, but I wanted to catch up with all of you."

The comments section exploded with questions and greetings, and Alexandra chuckled as she tried to keep up with the rapid-fire messages. One question stood out among the rest.

"Alex, it's been a year since you joined Sin City Wrestling. How has the journey been for you?" a fan asked.

Alexandra's eyes lit up, a nostalgic smile gracing her lips. "Ah, yes, it's been an incredible journey," she began, reflecting on the past year. "From the highs of winning championships to the challenges in the ring, it's been a rollercoaster ride, but one I wouldn't trade for anything."

The Instagram Live session was in full swing, with Alexandra Calaway engaging in lively conversations with her fans. Questions flew in from all directions, covering a wide range of topics from wrestling to personal interests.

"Hey, Alex, what's been your favorite match in Sin City Wrestling so far?" one fan inquired.

Alexandra grinned, recalling the intense battles she had faced in the ring. "That's a tough one, but I'd have to say my match against Jessie Salco stands out. We brought out the best in each other, and the energy in that match was electric."

Another fan chimed in, "What's your strategy going into the Blast From the Past Tournament?"

Alexandra leaned in, her expression turning serious yet determined. "My strategy is simple—bring my A-game and leave it all in the ring. The competition will be fierce, but I'm always ready for whatever comes my way. I never back down, even when I have to bleed to prove it. Everytime I get knocked down, I get right back up. Because that’s all I know."

Alexandra took the time to read some of the questions that were coming in. Wanting to give her fans the time they deserved to ask whatever they wanted to know.

"Alex, what's your favorite part about being a wrestler in Sin City Wrestling?"

She took the time to think of her words carefully. Knowing that there’s so many things she loved about being a wrestler in Sin City.

"One of the best parts is the sense of family and camaraderie among the wrestlers. We push each other to be better every day, and the support from the fans is incredible. You are building lasting friendships in this industry. People who will be there for you in the worst times."

She read a few more questions, thinking about them with each one she saw. The fans loved them all so much and she knew without them, there would be no her.

"Are there any dream matches you're hoping to have in the future?"

Now that was a question she already knew the answer to.

"Absolutely! I'd love to get another shot at the Bombshell’s World Championship. I know I blew it last time, but there’s always the chance of another shot after the Blast From The Past Tournament is over."

She laughed softly, knowing to never say never in this industry.  Did she want another shot at it, of course. Would she get it, absolutely.

"How do you stay motivated and focused during tough times or setbacks?"

She took a few moments to think on that one, knowing that she would be honest.

"It's all about perspective and resilience. Setbacks are part of the journey, and I use them as fuel to push harder. Surrounding myself with a supportive family, friends and fans also keeps me motivated."

She smiled and answered another question.

"Any advice for aspiring wrestlers looking to break into the industry?"

She gave another few moments to pause, thinking it through. But in the end, honesty was always the best policy to this question.

"Stay dedicated, work hard, and never stop learning. Building relationships, both inside and outside the ring, is crucial. And always remember to have fun and stay true to yourself. And for god’s sake, keep the drama in the ring. Nothing screws your chances like unnecessary drama."

The interaction with her fans continued to be lively and engaging, showcasing Alexandra's connection with her supporters and her passion for wrestling. As the questions continued to pour in, Alexandra's phone buzzed with a notification. It was a message from Miles, her friend and tag team partner, asking to meet up. Curiosity piqued, Alexandra decided to take her fans along for the ride.

"Alright, folks, looks like we're going on a mini adventure, my buddy Miles wants to meet up." Alexandra announced with a playful grin. "Let's see what Miles has in store for us today.”

The viewers erupted in excitement, eagerly anticipating the surprise meeting with Miles. Alexandra quickly wrapped up the Instagram Live session, promising to update everyone on the developments.

“I won't be going live while I have this little meet up with Miles, but I will let you all know how it goes later."

Moments later, Alexandra arrived at the bustling cafe where she was supposed to meet Miles. However, as she approached their usual table, her eyes widened in surprise. Sitting across from Miles was another familiar face—a fellow wrestler from Sin City Wrestling.

Alexandra's heart skipped a beat as she took in the unexpected sight. She bit her lip, a mix of curiosity and intrigue swirling in her mind. What was this all about? What surprises awaited her in this impromptu gathering?

The scene fades out on Alexandra's uncertain expression, leaving her extremely intrigued and eager to discover the unfolding events.

(Josh was used with his handler’s permission)

Harpin’ On With Harper, Normandy, France
Monday the 29th of April 2024, 14:00pm

(on camera, start vlog)

As Harper starts her vlog the young wrestler has a quite a bit on her mind as she walks along the beach at Normandy.

”You know, when I started wrestling internationally France had been a destination I wanted to visit, all the history, art, food, what’s not to love for a girl with a sweet tooth like mine?” Harper chuckles to herself as she brushes some hair over her shoulder. ”But I’ll admit, I was tentative when I realized that my first Blast from the Past Match, not to mention my first Mixed Tag Team Match in Sin City is taking place in Normandy, France, as in the beaches of Normandy.” Harper shows the scenic views around her as she glances round. ”Now if you don’t know the history of this location, either the US Education System’s version of history is worse than I remember or you’re not all that read up on WW2 so I’ll keep this brief.

I mentioned this a few times since I became an active wrestler but I’m a military brat, for god’s sake I’m wearing my army jacket to reinforce that idea! The thought of wrestling on a beach where so many American citizens lost their lives to liberate France from the Nazis is definitely a weird one, and I’ll admit, even that description is a super condensed, abridged version of what actually happened because, well, I’d be here all day if I had to go over the intricacies of that famous battle.

Especially when you want to hear me talk about my own battle on Sunday.”

Harper sits down on the sand with a lot on her mind.

”If there was one team you could mark as the underdogs in this year’s tournament, it’s definitely me and Lyle, I’ve only been wrestling for a bit over a year now Lyle is literally about to wrestle his first match and don’t even get me started on our opponents, Diamond Steele, a name that is synonymous with controversy as far as the SCW History Books are concerned, Jayden Harris, the son of Michael Harris AKA easily one of the most hated SCW Champions of all time, like Lyle, he’s entering his first match but with pedigree like that, he’s had to have some training from his dad, right?

Me and Lyle would’ve been up against it no matter who we faced off against, and this match is no exception, but upsets have happened before and who knows? Maybe the controversial one and the brat prince will go out in round one?”

(end vlog)

Harper’s Hotel Room, a town near Normandy, France
Monday the 29th of April 2024, 16:00pm

Harper was back to her hotel room checking her twitter feed after filming her vlog on the beach at Normandy, even if that meant she had to dust off the sand from her jeans.

”Sit on the beach at Normandy for the last part of my vlog, I said, it’ll be fun I said, who needs a towel I said!” Harper grumbles as she glances over at the jeans she was wearing for the vlog that were now so caked in sand that she had to get changed into a different pair. ”Almost makes me wish I had worn a bathing suit or even a bikini for the vlog, at least then the only things covered in sand would be my legs and ass! Then again, I probably would’ve gotten undue attention from the kind of male fans that think that female wrestlers like me are only good for fanservice! Never mind the fact that my Taekwondo skills along could kick their asses ten ways from Sunday!”

Before Harper could dwell any more on it she got a Facebook Messenger Call from her aunt Teresa, who had been raising her younger brother and sister since their parents were murdered and was also looking after Logan and Xavier for her whilst she was overseas and answered it. “Hey sis!” Jason and McKenzie greeted their older sister and Harper smiled warmly, her bad mood from a few moments ago all but vanished “How’s France?”

”I literally arrived here from the UK a few hours ago but yeah, France is great!” Harper responded before her aunt Teresa stepped into view. ”Hey auntie! Dogs getting up to much mischief?”

“About as much mischief as young dogs can get up to Harp.” Teresa responded with a warm smile which Harper returned. “Whereabouts in France are they hosting this Climax Control show anyway? I know you said that there were two shows in France but I can’t remember where they are taking place.”

”Yeah, next week’s show is taking place in Vimy Ridge, this week’s show is taking place on the beaches of Normandy!” As soon as Harper said that Teresa’s expression darkened a bit and Harper bit her lip. ”Something I said?”

“Jason, McKenzie, can you leave the room for a minute? Need to talk with your sister.” Teresa asked and the two young kids nodded before leaving the room. “They really booked a show on Normandy of all places?!”

”Don’t look at me, they’re doing shows themed around famous battles from history on this tour.” Harper defended herself as she put her hands up, ”Last week’s show was at the site of the Battle of Hastings, you know, all the way back in 1066!”

“Yeah, anyone who had relatives who fought in that battle is long dead by now.” Teresa nodded as she got the idea. “And I got the jist of how the bosses book these tours from talking with Jessie, Mark tends to focus one specific country, Christian tends to focus on a general theme.”

”Like like year’s unsolved mysteries tour where Jessie won her last Roulette Title or the wonders of the world tour where Jessie lost it.” Harper nodded as she used those tours as an example. ”And before even that, they had the Greek and Indian tours of 2022.”

“We’re getting off track here, but I guess I can say that the bosses keep things fresh.” Teresa commented as she shook her head. “I just find it funny that the one member of my brother’s family who has sworn off military service is the one fighting at all these battlefield sites.”

”Except I won’t be wrestling at every stop of the tour, I wasn’t booked for the Hastings show and it depends on whether the bosses have any plans for me that week.” Harper explained and Teresa nodded as she got the idea. ”Or in this case because my Blast from The Past match is this week.”

“Yeah, Jessie mentioned that and you’re teaming with another rookie right?” Teresa asked and Harper nodded in response. “Who have you got?”

”Diamond Steele and Jayden Harris, Diamond’s one of the most controversial Bombshells ever for reasons I’d be here all week listing, Jayden’s dad is Michael Harris, and if Jessie hasn’t told you about how much of a piece of work that guy is I’ll be surprised.” Harper explained and Teresa quickly nodded. ”Thing is? Jayden’s a rookie like me and Lyle, and he’s wrestling his first match.”

“Like Lyle?” Teresa summarized and Harper nodded in response. “As for Michael Harris? Jessie mentioned him in passing. From what I understood the two never really interacted but that does add up to what she did tell me about him”

”Did I mention that his kid ran over J2H in a Climax Control parking lot last year?” Harper asked and Teresa did a double take. ”Yet as far as I can tell, no charges were ever filed against him, and now he’s employed a year later, what can I say? This sport can be weird.”

“You call it weird I call it deranged and starting to understand why my brother never wanted this life for you Harp.” Teresa commented as she shook her head in disbelief and Harper just sighed. “I know you’re a grown woman who regularly travels the world and all, but you’re still nineteen, as far as I’m concerned? That’s still a kid!”

”Still a kid for a little over four months, it is nearly May.” Harper corrected her and Teresa nodded in acknowledgement. ”Dad mentioned a few times that his granddad fought in WW2?”

“Yeah, he survived the war, came home and lived with the memories of everything he saw in that war, including the Normandy landing.” Teresa nodded as she got the idea. “Passes away not long before your parents met actually, he had been battling cancer for some time but he had a decently long life.”

”Yeah, I’ll say, still, it gives this whole match a new feeling I guess.” Harper responded before checking the time. “I’ll call you back later in the week, hopefully that call will be less awkward.”

“It’ll be quite the achievement to make it more awkward Harp, that’s all I’m saying.” Teresa responded with a grin before she went to hang up. “Stay in touch and try not to piss anyone off enough that they’ll try to hit with a car.”

”speaking of things that would be quite the achievement.” Harper muttered under her breath before she ended the call.

Harpin On With Harp, Harper’s Hotel Room, a town near Normandy, France
Monday the 28th of May 2024, 21:00pm

(on camera, start vlog)

As Harper starts her second vlog the teenager still has a lot on her mind.

”A wise man once said that war never changes, for me, someone who comes from a military family yet fights her wars in the ring instead, that phrase seems apt even if it’s from a video game.” Harper stated as she folded her arms. ”And yeah, I know, wars and wrestling are two very different things, I’m a military brat remember? My dad served in the US Army so off course I know that! I can already here the family members that are in the military yelling at me for that comparison! But think about it, how many matches, for one reason or another, have been described as wars?

If your answer was “too many to count” then I’ve proved my point.”

Which is.

”I never thought I’d have to draw on my family’s history of military service in relation to a wrestling match, hell I’m the only one in the family right now who doesn’t want to join the military and doesn’t plan too, growing up on military bases was hard enough thanks!” Harper added as she let out a deep breath. ”But more to the point, wars and wrestling are synonymous, aren’t they? How many times have you looked at an especially brutal wrestling match and thought “these guys/gals went through a war?” do I expect the match against Jayden and Diamond to be that brutal? No, the match isn’t No DQ for one thing, though that hasn’t stopped anyone before  has it?

My point is, maybe that’s the mindset I should enter every match with? Treat the match like an assignment from a commanding officer, understand the risks and hope it pays off? If that actually carries me and Lyle to the finals then I’ll buy myself a lottery ticket as soon as I get home from the tour!

Until then? Know this, me and Lyle are the underdogs here, the privates if you will, and we’re facing a war if we want to get to the finals at Into the Void, who knows? Maybe we’ll win this thing and shock everyone?”

(end vlog)

Local café, Normandy, France
Tuesday the 30th of April 2024, 12:00pm

It was the day after and Harper was relaxing in a café with Josh in a rare break from her training.

”Still feels weird that I’m going to be wrestling on the beaches of Normandy considering my dad’s side of the family has served in the US Army since at least WW2.” Harper commented to Josh once they had finished their appetizers and Josh nodded. ”I doubt the bosses had that in mind since I haven’t really brought up my family’s service history all that much outside of Twitter but it’s still something that’s been on my mind since the Battlefields Tour was announced.”

“I understand Harp, this has to be conflicting for you.” Josh nodded in understanding before he took a sip of his drink. “Have you talked to your surviving family about this?”

”I talked with my aunt Teresa about it, same aunt who’s been raising my siblings for me since my parents were murdered last year?” Harper asked and Josh nodded as he got the idea. ”She was surprised at first until I explained the theme of the tour, then she brought up that my great granddad fought in WW2 and I’m not sure if she was trying to guilt trip me about this whole situation.”

“I know she’s related to Jessie through marriage and that she and Jessie have talked a few times.” Josh explained with a nod as he shifted his weight. “But did Jessie ever bring up how SCW does it’s tour planning?”

”Not to my knowledge, I had to explain the differences in Mark and Christian’s booking philosophies myself and this is my first tour with SCW.” Harper explained as she shook her head and Josh nodded. ”And then I brought up the time Jauden Harris ran over J2H last year and, well, let’s just say that Teresa was starting to see were my parents were coming from as far as not wanting me to follow in Jessie’s footsteps are concerned.”

“You are her  oldest niece Harp so I’m not surprised that she’s being a bit overprotective of you.” Josh reasoned and Harper had to admit that he had a point. “Have you spoken with LJ since Blaze of Glory?”

”I’ve been trying to arrange a time like this where we could hang out and get to know each other more since we arrived in Hastings last week but we could never fit it around our plans.” Harper responded with a shrug and Josh nodded. ”Family drama aside? I still think LJ’s an overall decent guy, I’m still curious to see how he does in the ring considering this will be LJ’s first match and my first tag team match in SCW, and hey, if the tournament doesn’t work out and LJ sticks around maybe we can go after the Mixed Tag Titles?”

“That’s also a possibility but let’s not get ahead of ourselves, you don’t even know if the bosses have a backup plan for you if you don’t reach the finals.” Josh points out that fact and Harper nodded in agreement. “Just food for thought.”

”You saying that because it’s an old phrase or because you’re getting hungry?” Harper asked with a grin before the waiter brought over their main course almost on cue.

Harpin On With Harp, Harper’s hotel room, Normandy, France
Tuesday the 30th of April 2024, 18:00pm

(on camera, promo time, start vlog)

As Harper starts her last vlog for the match her mind seems at ease.

”I knew I was going to be up against it when I decided to take part in this year’s Blast From the Past Tournament, I’m not even twenty yet, my first match was just over a year ago, I was sure that there were wrestlers in the tournament who had taken dumps longer than my wrestling career!” Harper immediately face-palms upon finishing her sentence and sighs. ”Sorry but I legit couldn’t think of a better analogy! Point is, I didn’t think I was going to get another rookie as my partner, never mind a guy who’s wrestling his first match!

Throw in the fact that this is Jayden is in the same boat as LJ and the most experienced wrestler in this match is also one of the most controversial Bombshells ever and yeah, this is definitely an interesting match, isn’t Diamond?”

Harper asked as she leaned back in her chair.

”It’s only right that I start with the wrestler that I’m going to be wrestling, right? Diamond has been around in SCW for ages and controversy never seems to be that far behind her, will the same be true for this tournament?” Harper asked before shaking her head. ”That would require her to get past me! I know she has history with Jessie but I said it once and I’ll say it again, I’m not Jessie and I ain’t putting up with her crap in this match, I will put Diamond down for the count and the team of me and LJ will be seen as the diamonds in the rough of this tournament!

Don’t know if that team name will still but it’s fitting considering who I’ll be wrestling in this match, isn’t it?”

As for Jayden.

”And speaking of controversial, the brat prince has arrived! Wasn’t that J2H’s nickname way back in the day? I mean, I was seven when SCW was in its infancy and I just made the bosses feel old didn’t I?” Harper groans as she shakes her head. ”Point is, Jayden was last seen trying to run over J2H in a parking lot, funnily enough, and is making his professional wrestling debut in this match as well, LJ will be dealing with the guy who many would probably call the Spawn of Satan considering his dad Michael’s reputation but if we can knock them out of the running for the tournament? I say we have enough momentum to carry us through the remaining rounds!

Let’s face it, me and LJ are the underdogs in this tournament, two rookies thrown together by chance expected to be out in the first round? Well, maybe it’s time that we defied that!”

It’s that simple.

”I know the odds are against us in the tournament but me and LJ are the plucky underdogs in this thing, and it’s not my first time being a plucky underdog in SCW! Just look at my match against Tempest!” Harper pauses and shakes her head. ”Okay, bad example considering how Tempest manhandled me in that match but I still went down swinging and that’s what matters! And if me and LJ have to go down in the first round? We will go down swinging! But we don’t plan on going down in the first round!

I may have said on Twitter that I will be happy to reach the quarter finals but over Diamond and the prodigal son? That’ll be perfect!”

And with that Harper decided to wrap things up.

”There’s no denying that me and LJ are up against it in this match but we are going to rock it against Diamond and Jayden!” Harper commented as she rested her hands against the back of her head. ”Jayden is in the same boat as LJ and Diamond is the most experienced wrester in this match, she’s also the one that I’ll be wrestling but I plan on kicking ass in this matchup because the world needs a new hero and it’s time that a new record for the youngest Blast from the Past Winner to be broken and it’ll be broken by me, the Slaytanic Avenger Harper Mason! Diamond, Jayden, me and LJ will fight you on the beaches Normandy on Sunday at “Wasn’t Built In a Day Part VI: A Real Blast From the Past!”!”

Harper turned off the webcam as the scene fades.