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« on: November 18, 2016, 09:43:24 PM »
Seeking Help: Part 2
Believe in yourself. Three simple words spoken by a man who knows better than anyone else what I’m going through and what I want to achieve in the next year. Spike Staggs has done it all. Multi-time champion. World Champion. Hall of Famer. Seriously, Tim’s bloodline is just...top notch. I couldn’t ask for a better family to learn from.
But those three simple words are anything but simple most of the time. Especially after the year that I’ve had...the life that I’ve had. Although I know a lot of my “problems” have all been in my head, or problems that I’ve ultimately created for myself. I need to toss all the negativity aside and just think positive for once. Be truly happy and optimistic, because once that happens, everything will start to fall into place.
And for the most part, that’s been the case. At least in my personal life, anyway.
Now it’s time to take care of business. Now is the time to focus on my career and set short term as well as long term goals for myself, because I know wrestling is my life. Before I met Tim, I had no idea that I could be as great at something as wrestling. I never saw myself in a wrestling ring, let alone fighting for a championship one day, or the caliber of people I have wrestled thus far, but it’s actually happened. And it’s only getting better.
I still have a lot to learn, I will admit. I can’t expect things to happen overnight. But I also can’t walk out to the ring and do what I used to do. What I would have done earlier this year. I refuse to do what so many have done and grab a microphone and just demand a title shot because I think I deserve it. It doesn’t work that way, and I’ve realized that now. I have to bust my ass and work for it, because only then will I truly deserve it.
And the biggest challenge is the first challenge, it seems. I want to believe in myself. I want to be confident that I can step into the ring, put on the fight of my life and actually walk away successful. And even with Spike’s words of wisdom last week, I’m still finding it so damn difficult to accomplish given who my opponents are. And how motivated both Mikah and Sam Marlowe are heading into this match. A lot of people root for the underdog in big matches, but who is really the underdog going into this one? I don’t really want to say me, because I don’t feel like the underdog at all.
But Mikah and Sam? Neither of them can be considered underdogs either. They’re both amazing competitors and I’m sure they want to win this match just as much as I do. Mikah wants to get “her” championship back. The same championship that I want to get a shot at. And Sam just wants to turn things around, get back to being the threat she was earlier this year. She’s been on a bit of a slump, and I feel for her. I really do.
So how can I be confident when in just a few days, I’ll be walking into High Stakes VI going against two women who are going to fight tooth and nail to win this just as much as I am? I don’t want to be seen as over confident or cocky but...I can win this.
Can’t I?
Monday November 14th
Griffith Park/Hollywood Sign
**OFF CAMERA**
It’s our first full day in Los Angeles, and man, I never really appreciated how great this city was the last time or two I had been here. Just last year, I thought the place was overrated because everyone was so big on visiting the Walk of Fame or any of the other various attractions that you can see in this city, but I’ve finally come around to the greatness that is LA. And better yet, Tim is here with me to experience it all with me. I think after the year we’ve both had, we deserve to experience the sites and have a great time.
And we plan to do just that. Before I have to start preparing for my match, of course, as well as dealing with the promotional responsibilities I’ve been signed up for to hype High Stakes VI. It will no doubt be a busy week, but I’m actually looking forward to it. All in all, it will all be worth it in the end as I plan to top the week off with a win over Mikah and Sam Marlowe on Sunday.
Today, however, the first order of business is to see perhaps one of the most popular and historic sites in Los Angeles. No, I’m not talking about the Walk Of Fame, either. I know everyone will be flocking there, and the one thing I’ve wanted see is, of course, the Hollywood sign. I know, I know. It’s probably not as exciting as seeing the Walk of Fame up close and personal, but the Hollywood sign is just...a part of history.
One of the best ways to get a good view of the Hollywood sign is hiking through Griffith Park. I think that sounded like a good plan to me, so it’s what we’re doing. We’re not exactly in the best hiking attire- both of us in jeans and our favorite t-shirts, but who cares, right? I’m not in heels or anything so it’s all good.
I’m a few feet ahead of Tim, eager to get to a decent spot for a great view of the sign. We might have gone a little off the trail, which may or may not be against the rules, but again who cares? I’m excited, and Tim isn’t arguing either.
Lex: Babe, keep up! I don’t want to get seperated on this trail.
I hear him chuckle behind me, and I roll my eyes. I hear him slip a few seconds later and nearly lose his footing but I don’t stop walking.
Tim: What’s the rush, Lex? We have all day and from what I was told, it doesn’t take that long to get there.
Lex: The rush is that there is other stuff I want to do. Seeing the Hollywood sign is just the start, but the rest of the week has to be dedicated to training for my match on Sunday.
He grunts in response and as I look ahead I can get the first view of the sign through the trees. I smile and just as I start to walk faster, Tim speaks up behind me, changing the subject.
Tim: Hey, by the way, are you ever going to tell me what was said between you and my Dad last week? You seemed a little off when you left his office and he was yelling something, so...
And there it is. The subject I had been hoping to avoid all week, and the rest of my life if possible. Tim apparently wasn’t going to forget it. I close my eyes and shake my head as I laugh out loud.
Lex: It was nothing really. It was kind of stupid and I’m surprised your dad hasn’t told you.
Tim: I’ve been spending most of my time with you so I haven’t had a chance to ask him. If it was nothing just tell me.
I stop walking for a second, giving Tim an opportunity to catch up. He stops just next to me and I turn to face him, an amused smile on my face, which peaks his curiosity even more.
Lex: Well, if you really must know, he freaked out thinking I was pregnant, and when I assured him that I wasn’t, he then freaked out thinking we had gotten married. Seriously, your dad needs to lay off the coffee because he gets a little weird when he’s had too much.
I laugh and shake my head again before I turn and start walking again. I expect Tim to laugh it off, too, but when he starts following behind me, his reaction is a little bit unexpected.
Tim: Well, I mean, we could do it you know? It wouldn’t be that surprising.
Ok ALOT unexpected. I nearly trip and fall and thankfully Tim is right behind me and he catches me. I stand up and keep my footing, turning to look at him, shock written all over my face.
Lex: I’m sorry, say that again? You can’t be serious?!
He nods, very seriously.
Tim: Well, maybe not about the baby thing. Not yet anyway. But, we could get married. Would it really be that big a deal?
I hold my hands up and my jaw drops. This whole conversation had taken an unexpected turn, and I’m left almost speechless.
Lex: Look, babe...I love you. I really do, but...We don’t need to be having this conversation right now. I’m too focused on everything in SCW right now and I can’t be thinking about all that. It’ll distract me too much. I mean, I’ve been hearing rumors that Mikah and Drake are wanting to start a family. That’s a pretty huge deal. One that she won’t be able to stop thinking about no matter how hard she tries. I’ve got--
Tim quickly smiles and places his hands on my shoulders, trying to calm me down before I really start freaking out. Not that I have any real reason to, but...I wasn’t really expecting any of this. Especially not today.
Tim: Babe, relax. You’re misunderstanding what I’m saying here. I know you’re focusing on everything in SCW right now and trying to build up to the World Bombshell title. Even if we did get married I wouldn’t expect you to just drop all that. But getting married wouldn’t be so horrible would it? It’s not anything for my dad to freak out over, that’s for sure.
Lex: Well, not really, but I could understand why he would. Considering everything the both of us have been through this year, it might be a little fast for us to rush into getting married, don’t you think?
He shrugs, and I can tell that it really doesn’t bother him. Shit, does he have really want to get married??
Tim: I can understand that, but we’re both better, Lex. And we stuck by each other through all that shit, so what would the big deal be? And, say there was an accident and you ended up pregnant. Who cares? I’d be pretty damn happy with being a father to your kid.
Wow. Just wow. Talk about going from living life carefree to talking about all of this. Anxiety level...high!
Lex: There’s not going to be any accidents, Tim. We’re careful, so….Look, can we just not talk about all of this anymore right now? I wanted to have a good time and get some good pictures of the Hollywood sign, and suddenly talking about getting married and accidentally getting pregnant is fifty shades of too serious for me. You love me, I get it. I love you just as much, but...let’s just leave things the way they are right now okay?
He wraps his arms around me, pulls me in close and kisses me. I know he’s not going anywhere, but damn. I guess I don’t have things as figured out as he does. Love is enough right now, but I start to think about what I’ll want in the future. If I’ll want what he does.
Tim: It’s alright, babe. I was just trying to make a point that’s all. I’m good with how things are right now. Don’t worry. Now let’s go get a picture of that damn sign so we can go see the Walk of Fame.
I laugh and give him a quick kiss back. I take grab his hand and we start making our way through the trail again, finally coming up to the perfect view of the Hollywood sign. A part of me is mad that people can’t get closer to the sign, but oh well. This is good enough for me, so I snap a few pictures and then make Tim get one of the sign behind me. I do the same for him, so we have something to remember this forever.
We took our time walking back through the trail and away from the sign. We’d occasionally find a secluded place for a little make out session, and before things could get too hot and heavy, we decided it best to get out of there.
Later on in the day, we’re making our way through the Walk of Fame, through a crowd of people. We look at as many Stars as possible, from Muhammad Ali to John Travolta to even President elect(*shudders*) Donald Trump. So...many...people. A lot I haven’t even heard of but when I spot one of a familiar name, I get excited.
As I have my head down, searching through the names, I accidentally bump into somehow. Completely my fault and before I even look up, I’m apologizing.
Lex: Oh shit, I’m sooo sorry. I wasn’t--
When I look up, I’m shocked at who I see, but I’m left speechless. I’m almost angry, too, but it’s her who speaks up first.
Jordan: Lex! What are the chances?!
Jordan. Seriously?! And just as if nothing is wrong, or weird, between the two of us, she wraps her arms around me in an embrace. Tim is watching from behind Jordan, with a raised eyebrow, and I just look at him, lost for words. When Jordan backs away, I glare at her.
Lex: Jordan? What the hell are you doing here? Are you...following me or something?!
When I say her name, Tim’s eyes light up in surprise but he doesn’t say anything. He just watches, curious more than anything. Jordan laughs as I fold my arms across my chest, not sharing in her apparent humor over this.
Jordan: Lex, how the hell could I be following you? I didn’t even know you were going to be here today.
Lex: But you knew I was going to be in Los Angeles...
She shrugs and I glance back to Tim who is watching intently. I don’t think he’s paying much attention to Jordan, but rather focusing on me and how I act around Jordan.
Jordan: Well, yeah, I did. I know about your company’s big supershow coming up this week. But I’m not stalking you if that is what you think.
I think Tim can sense the tension growing in me so he walks around Jordan and joins me at my side, placing a hand on my back. Jordan stares at him, an awkward expression appearing on her face. Once I feel Tim’s hand on my back, I can feel my blood pressure going down.
Lex: This is my boyfriend, Tim. Tim, this is Jordan. She was in rehab with me.
He nods and extends his hand, which Jordan shakes almost reluctantly.
Tim: I remember you mentioning her. Nice to meet you, Jordan.
Jordan: Likewise, Tim. Look, Lex, I don’t want to interrupt, but can we talk for a few minutes? I won’t take up too much of your time, I promise.
I quickly shake my head, not interested.
Lex: Thanks, but no thanks, Jordan. Tim and I have a lot to--
Tim: It’s alright, babe. I can go look around for a few minutes while the two of you talk.
My jaw drops open a little as I stare at him as if asking “seriously?”
Lex: Babe, this is our day together...
Jordan: It’s fine, Tim. I don’t want to interrupt your good time. But, Lex, let me give you my number. You can call me whenever you’re ready to--
Lex: Jordan, I’m not interested in talking to you, alright? I don’t know what it is that you want, but just give it up, because I’m living my life. I’m trying to move past the rehab days, and you should too. Go home to Reno and try and fix stuff with your family. Trust me when I say you really should.
Jordan either doesn’t hear a word I’ve said, or she just ignores me as she reaches into her bag and pulls out a pen and a small piece of paper. She quickly writes her number down and holds it out to me, but I don’t take it.
Jordan: Please take it, Lex. We were friends back in that place. There’s nothing saying we can’t be now.
I glare at her, as if quietly reminding her of exactly why we can’t be friends. Because she apparently wants to be more than friends, and I don’t. To my surprise, Tim reaches out and takes the piece of paper from her hand, placing it in his pocket.
Tim: I’ll hang on to this. Lex just has a lot on her mind with her big match coming up this weekend. Right, babe?
I glare at him this time, now getting a little pissed off that he’s doing this. He nudges me encouragingly and I let out a sigh, shaking my head as I turn my attention back to Jordan.
Lex: Yeah...that’s it.
I offer as convincing a fake smile as I possibly can, but I’m sure neither of them buys it one bit. I’m not expecting them to, either.
Jordan: Well...like I said, whenever you’re ready. I understand you have a lot going on this week. Good luck, by the way. I’m sure you’ll do great.
I fake smile again, and I can almost hear Tim shaking his head disappointedly.
Lex: Yeah, thanks.
Jordan: I’ll talk to you soon. It was good seeing you again, and it was nice meeting you, Tim.
Tim: Nice meeting you, too.
Lex: Ok.
I’m short with my response, only because I literally have no idea what else to say to her. I’m annoyed...angry...agitated...Whatever. She walks away and as soon as she is out of view and ear shot, I turn and smack Tim on the arm.
Tim: Ow! Babe, what was that---
Lex: I can’t believe you did that! I told you about what happened with her a couple weeks ago!
Tim: Yeah, so? She seems pretty cool, actually. I think you just need to relax a bit.
I throw my hands up in the air in frustration and I’m vaguely aware of people staring at us, though for the most part they mind their own business and continue looking around the Walk of Fame.
Lex: I can’t relax, Tim. Alright? I don’t want to be around her because she obviously has feelings for me, and I don’t want to make it weird.
Tim: And that wasn’t weird? Look, I don’t want to make you any more upset than you already are, so let’s just get on with our day. She left, so there’s no need to worry about her right now.
I close my eyes and take in a deep breath and before I know it, he’s wrapping his arms around me again.
Tim: Come on. Let’s go.
Lex: We haven’t seen all--
Tim: We’ve seen enough, and you’re clearly stressed out now, so let’s just go. You have to start training for your match tomorrow anyway, so you need a clear head.
He keeps his arms wrapped around me as I turn around and bring my arms up around his neck, finally able to smile.
Lex: You want to go back to the hotel? I think I’ve got the perfect idea on how to clear my head...
I offer him a wink and he grins at me, getting the idea.
Tim: I think I know where this is headed. You want to get some practice in for a possible little accident, huh?
And he had to go and ruin it. I smack him in the arm and he laughs.
Tim: It was a joke! Relax, damn!
Lex: Joke or not, it wasn’t funny.
He grins at me again, still laughing and somehow, I manage to crack a smile and start laughing too.
Lex: Alright, maybe it was a little funny, but I’m serious! NO accidents!
Tim: Alright, alright. No accidents. But it can still be fun to practice anyway...
He then takes my hand and we make our way away from the Walk of Fame, ready to head back to the hotel. Aside from the awkward conversations and the run-in with Jordan, today has been great start to our trip to Los Angeles. And as long as I keep focused where it needs to be, the week will only end just as great.
I’m in the bathroom of the hotel room, getting ready for bed. I just finished brushing my teeth and hair and I’m looking at myself in the mirror. Earlier this year, I hated the person staring back at me. There were moments where I felt like balling up my fist and shattering the mirror, simply because I hated myself and what my life had become. But now? Things are different. I have a career that I love, and that I’m good at. I have friends I care about, but more importantly? I actually have someone who loves me waiting for me in the other room.
I glance down from the mirror and to my bag of toiletries and such and I remember...that’s where I used to hide my razor. My razor that was my escape from the everyday pain that life brought. I hadn’t cut myself in quite some time, but I still kept the razor for some reason.
Lex: No more.
I quickly opened the bag and searched through it until I found it. I took the razor out of the bag, staring at it for a few moments, then looking at myself in the mirror, thinking about the progress I had made. After a few moments, I tossed the razor into the trash can and took in a deep breath. I don’t need it anymore. All I need is in the other room waiting for me, and I’m just wasting time here in the bathroom.
I open the door and turn off the light, heading into the room and my love is smiling back at me, waiting for me on the edge of bed. I slowly walk towards the bed, returning the smile before I walk up to her, wrapping my arms around her.
Jordan: Any longer and I would have fallen asleep.
She grins at me and I just keep smiling as I keep smiling at her, then run my hands through her long red hair.
Lex: Like I was going to let that happen?
I bring my lips to hers, kissing her passionately and she lets us fall back onto the bed. We kiss for a while before I pull back and just look into her eyes.
Lex: I love you, babe.
She smiles up back at me.
Jordan: I love you, too, Lex.
I kiss her again and let my hands drift down to the edge of her shirt as I start to pull it up and over her head…
My eyes shoot open and I jump up in the bed. I’m breathing heavily and when I look at the body sleeping next to me in the bed, I’m relieved to see that it’s Tim. It was all a dream. Thank God...It was just a dream. I take in a few deep breaths and put my feet on the floor. I run my hands through my hair, and to my relief, Tim remains fast asleep, because I really don’t feel like explaining what the hell just woke me up like that. How could I?
But I was suddenly hit with the urge to talk to the other person in that dream. I glance back to Tim, making sure he’s still sound asleep. I quietly stand up from the bed and Tim moves, causing me to freeze where I’m standing, but thankfully he just rolls over in the bed and stays asleep.
I walk around the bed to where his pants are lying on the floor and I pick them up, reaching into the pocket. I pull out the little sheet of paper with Jordan’s phone number and I drop Tim’s pants back on the floor before I grab my cell phone from off the desk in the corner of the room. I type in a quick text message to Jordan.
“Hey, Jordan...It’s Lex. Are you awake?”
I hit send, and wait for a response, but because it’s so late, I’m not expecting one. She’s probably sleeping like I should be doing. I go to put my phone back on the desk, thinking it was a stupid idea, but just before I set it down, I get a notification back.
“Yep. I am. Couldn’t sleep. I’m glad you texted...What’s up?”
I take in a deep breath, quietly wondering how to answer her. A think for a few moments before I start writing my response.
“We need to talk. I know it’s late but can you meet me outside my hotel so we can talk? I’m staying at the Milner. If you’re close by anyway…”
I sit down in the chair by the desk, holding my phone in my hand. I look over and watch Tim sleep, wondering what the hell it is that I’m doing. A few moments later, I get Jordan’s response.
“That’s not far from my hotel. I can be there in a few. You okay?”
“I’m fine. Just need to talk...I’ll be outside waiting. See you in a few.”
As soon as I hit send, I stand up and walk over to where my room keep is sitting on the dresser and I grab it quickly. I slip on my jeans and t-shirt, having just been in my bra and panties. I check one last time to make sure Tim is sleeping before I slowly open the door and quietly walk out and make my way to the elevator. Within a few minutes, I’m stepping out of the elevator into the lobby. The front desk receptionist looks at me, surprised, and I reach into my jeans pocket where my packet of cigarettes is and I hold it up.
Lex: Late night craving for a smoke...
The receptionist smiles and nods as I head towards the door, walking outside and to the designated smoking area. I take a cigarette out of the pack, bringing it up to my mouth when I realize I don’t have my lighter. I let out a sigh before I lean against the wall and slide down so I’m sitting on the ground while I wait for Jordan. I keep the cigarette between my lips as I close my eyes, thinking about what it is I want to say to her. I almost start to nod off to sleep when I’m startled awake by Jordan’s voice.
Jordan: Need a light?
I open my eyes to see her standing in front of me, holding her lighter. I nod without saying a word and she sits down next to me, flicking her lighter and lighting my cigarette. I take in a deep puff, savoring the mentholated goodness before I blow the smoke out of my lungs.
Jordan: I thought you quit?
She takes out one of her own cigarettes and lights it, doing exactly what I had done. I turn and look at her, just offering her a shrug.
Lex: I did, but things happen. I’m still not smoking as much as I used to.
She nods and takes another puff, keeping her eyes on me the whole time. She blows the smoke away from me.
Jordan: So...what’s going on that you had to text me at two o’clock in the morning just to talk? And where’s Tim?
Lex: He’s up in our room sleeping. I woke up from a weird dream. I didn’t want to wake him, and I treated you like shit yesterday so I figured I’d text you.
She reaches up to the large ashtray provided by the hotel and ashes into it before she turns her attention back to me. She’s confused, and I’m pretty sure this is where it’s going to get weird for me.
Jordan: A weird dream? About what?
I take in another long drag of my cigarette and close my eyes. Yep. Here is where it gets weird. I exhale the smoke from my lungs and turn to look at her, letting out a sigh.
Lex: About you...
She nods slowly and looks forward for a second.
Jordan: Oh...
She thinks long and hard about her response for a moment, but before she can say anything, I quickly cut her off.
Lex: Look, Jordan...It was just a dream, okay? It doesn’t mean anything, and it doesn’t change the way things are right now. I probably had it because you keep coming around, and knowing how you feel it just...it got to me.
She lets out a laugh and runs the tip of her cigarette on the ground, putting it out before she finished it.
Jordan: You don’t know how I feel, Lex. Not really. You ran off before I had a chance to even say anything else. And that’s not the reason you had that dream, so don’t try and say that it is.
I narrow my eyes at her. There she goes, acting like she knows everything again. Here I am, trying to be nice to her...actually talking to her, and she’s starting to piss me off already.
Lex: You made it clear how you felt when you kissed me. I don’t need to hear the words, Jordan. And, yes, that is why I had the dream. Everything was fine until you showed up again. You’re trying to complicate things and it’s honestly starting to piss me off.
Jordan: That’s not what I’m trying to do, Lex. You had that dream as soon as I can around because it opened up some feelings you maybe thought you never had? Just admit it. What happened in the dream anyway?
I shake my head and finish off my cigarette, standing up for a moment and putting the cigarette butt in the ashtray. I sit back down next to Jordan, bringing my knees up to my chest.
Lex: It doesn’t matter what happened in the dream, Jordan. It was...just...a...dream. And there’s no feelings, alright? Not for me anyway. I’m in love with Tim, okay? Whatever feelings you have for me, just get over them, because it’s not going to get you anywhere. It’s not going to change how I feel about Tim.
Jordan: It does matter, Lex. If it didn’t matter, you wouldn’t have texted me at two o’clock in the morning to talk about it. I understand you love Tim. I can see that, but you can’t say you don’t have some kind of feelings about me too. You can’t say that you haven’t thought about me kissing you since it happened...
I quickly jump back to my feet and stand directly in front of her. I glare down at her, balling up my fists at my sides. I can feel myself losing control, but I do my best to keep my anger in check.
Lex: Just stop, Jordan! Alright?! Stop! You want to know the truth? The truth on why I had you come here? It was to tell you that Tim and I...we’re getting married. I love him, and we’re getting married. Nothing you say or do is going to change that, so you just need to move the fuck on.
Jordan’s face is riddled with disappointment as she gets back to her feet, and stands close to me. I take a step back, but she continues to close the distance between us.
Jordan: You’re joking, right? You’re not really going to marry that guy--
She reaches for my hand, almost pleading with me, but I pull it away.
Lex: No, I’m not joking, Jordan. I love him, and I’m going to marry him. You really need to find someone who--
Before I can finish that thought, Jordan throws herself at me. She grabs me by my face and kisses me passionately. I fight to get away, for a moment before I manage to shove her away, glaring at her.
Lex: Don’t you fucking do that again! You can’t just force a damn kiss on me and expect me to reciprocate, Jordan! It doesn’t work that way!
Jordan: Alexis, I don’t just have feelings for you, alright? I love you. I’m IN love with you, and if you just give it a chance, I think you could love me too! Just...don’t marry him!
She reaches for my hand again, but I back away, pointing at her.
Lex: I shouldn’t have asked you to come here. This was a big mistake. Leave me alone, Jordan. Don’t come around me anymore, especially not this week. Stay away from me, and stay away from Tim. Do you understand me? I love Tim and that’s not going to change.
She tries to plead with me but I turn around and run back inside, not giving her the chance. The front desk receptionist stares at me as I run towards the elevator, quickly tapping the button to go back upstairs. A part of me is praying Tim is still asleep, but I just plan on waking him up when I get back into the room anyway.. The elevator doors ding open and I hit the button that will take me to my floor.
I make it to our door just a few minutes later, sticking the key card into the lock. I push the door open, not very quietly and when I walk inside, Tim is wide awake. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, looking relieved to see me.
Tim: There you are. I was just getting ready to go looking for you. Where’d you--
I rush up to him and bring my lips to his furiously with a passion. When I back away he’s just blinking his eyes at me, slightly confused.
Lex: Let’s do it...
He raises an eyebrow, and because of my choice of words, I know he’s getting the wrong idea.
Tim: Again? Not that I’m complaining but--
Lex: No, not that. I mean...let’s get married. Let’s do it.
I wrap my arms around his neck, looking into his eyes. He grins at me and puts his hands on my hips.
Tim: What? What brought this on? You were practically freaking out about it earlier.
I shake my head and I kiss him again.
Lex: It just all became clear to me in a dream. I went outside for a smoke and just really thought about it, and I want to do it. As soon as we get back home to Vegas, let’s just do it.
Tim: Babe, we don’t have to rush--
Lex: What does it matter if it’s now or months down the line? My feelings for you aren’t going to change.
He smiles at me and I smile back. Everything I was saying was the truth.
Tim: Alright then. Let’s do it. Let’s get married.
I kiss him passionately one more time and Tim falls back on the bed. I climb on top of him and he removes my shirt. And the rest, as they say, is history…
Friday November 18th
Outside the Galen Center
**ON CAMERA**
Holy shit, there are a lot of people here. Like...more than I expected. Then again, up until now, I hadn’t really taken part in any of these big supercard promotional appearances. I did my work and put up with the interviews and stuff, but usually all of the bigger “more important” superstars and Bombshells were booked for this type of thing. I guess things have changed for me. They’re really starting to look up.
There’s a stage set up just outside the Galen center, with barricades surrounding it to keep the fans back. Security is also there to keep everything in check, and on the stage are two chairs and microphones for my interview. Wow. An interview in front of all these people? Normally I wouldn’t get nervous about this stuff, but how can you not in front of a crowd like this?! Especially considering I don’t know if they love me or still hate me at this point.
I’m standing just to the right of the stage, peeking out at the crowd. I see Tim towards the front, right where he promised he would be watching during the interview. To help keep me relaxed, as he had put it. I felt a little better knowing this and as my interview was quickly approaching, all I could do was wait to be introduced and called on stage. By who, you might ask?
The crowd quickly starts cheering loudly and I look on to the stage to see SCW Studios blogger, The Faithful Fangirl, Zelda Clark. I don’t think she’s ever interview anyone before this show, as her first interview was with World Bombshell Champion, Crystal Millar. The two are like best friends or something, go figure. Anyway, she waves to the crowd with a huge smile on her face as she takes the microphone from one of the chairs and takes a seat. The crowd quiets down and she brings the microphone up to her mouth to speak.
Zelda: Holy crap, this is so exciting! Hello again, Los Angeles! For those of you who don’t know, my name is Zelda Clark, a.k.a The Faithful Fangirl. I know I’ve been on a bit of a break with my blog as of late, but I promise you all, I’m working on something and I’ll have a new post for you all to read VERY soon! How are you all doing today?!
The crowd cheers and applauds her and the smile never fades from her face. Earlier this year, I probably would have hated this chick, but she just has a likable personality so I’m cool with her.
Zelda: So I’m super excited to be part of the High Stakes VI promotional appearances. Normally I’d just stay hidden behind my laptop, writing for you, but as this is shaping up to be a huge show, Mark Ward and Christian Underwood thought the rest of the interviewers needed some help and thought I might enjoy getting in on the action and, well, I just couldn’t resist! Some of you may have seen my interview with World Bombshell Champion, Crystal Millar, just last week and in just a few moments I’m going to conduct my next interview!
As more cheers follow, I start to tap my foot impatiently and nervously. I’m only her second interview? After Crystal Millar? Shit, talk about a tough act to follow.
Zelda: The woman I’m about to call up on stage is a former Bombshell Internet Champion who now has her sights set on going after the World Bombshell Championship. She’s a former member of the Nobodies but quickly turning into a somebody and in just two days she’s facing not one but two tough challengers. Everybody please welcome the woman with Lex Appeal...Alexis Edwards!!
To my surprise, my music actually starts playing and the crowd starts cheering and applauding. Tim is, I think, the loudest and as I make my way up on stage, looking towards everyone in attendance, I look directly at him, a smile appearing on my face. I walk up to the second chair and grab the microphone, quickly taking a seat as my music cuts off.
Lex: Wow. I wasn’t really expecting that kind of reaction from everyone. Thank you so much. And thanks for the awesome introduction, Zelda.
Zelda claps and smiles as she turns her attention back to me.
Zelda: You’re very welcome! It really doesn’t matter to me who I’m interviewing or meeting, I’m always just as excited. Oh...crap. That wasn’t the best thing to say was it?
The crowd laughs as Zelda realizes her choice of words, and she looks at me apologetically but I shake my head and laugh it off.
Lex: Don’t worry about it, Z. It’s all good.
Zelda: Okay, good. I just don’t like upsetting people or making them mad at me! So anyway, tell us, Alexis...How excited are you for High Stakes VI?! We’re just two days away and although it’s not a title match, you are facing two very tough opponents.
I nod, thinking my answer over carefully. The fact was, I was starting to get nervous more than anything, and I had discussed this with Tim over the last few days. I glance towards the crowd and at him, and he just nods his head once, encouraging me. I turn my attention back to Zelda and raise the microphone to respond.
Lex: It is pretty exciting, yeah. The show is stacked with fifteen amazing matches and everyone wants to be part of the match of the night. They all want to steal the show, but it’s really anyone’s guess. Anything can happen, especially part of a show called High Stakes. Triple threats are never easy by any means, but I’m looking forward to it.
Zelda nods in approval and she moves on to her next question. Everyone in the audience listens intently, showing me respect I wasn’t normally accustomed to.
Zelda: You’ve mentioned recently your intentions on going after the World Bombshell Championship. You never had your rematch for the Internet Championship so I guess my next question is why jump to the top title instead of giving it another go at the Internet Championship? Are you afraid to face Kate Steele, should she retain against Evie Baang on Sunday? Or maybe you feel that Evie Baang will become the new Internet Champion and you’re not ready for a third match against her?
I let out a laugh. Talk about packing several questions into one. I shake my head as I go on to answer each of her questions, as best I can.
Lex: Honestly, Evie Baang had nothing to do with my decision to not ask for my rematch for the Internet Championship, and neither did Kate Steele. The fact is, although I only held the title once and I didn’t make the greatest impression as champion as I would have like to, once is enough for me right now. I’m ready to move on to bigger and better things, and that happens to be the World Bombshell Championship.
Zelda: Any interest in a third match against Evie Baang?
I quickly shake my head.
Lex: At this point in time, no. As much as I hate to admit it, she’s proven twice that she can beat me. Even if I were to face her a third time and beat her, she’d still have two victories over me. She’d still have bragging rights. So, again, I’m just ready to move on. Evie Baang can focus on the Internet title scene if that is what she wants.
To my surprise, Zelda pouts out her bottom lip and a disappointed look appears on her face.
Zelda: Well color me disappointed then! Regardless of the outcome, you and Evie put on two amazing matches, but I get what you’re saying. So you think you’re ready to go for the World Bombshell Championship, huh? You think you’re ready to face Crystal Millar?
I nod and let out a chuckle.
Lex: If she’s still champion after High Stakes, yes.
Zelda raises an eyebrow, and I can tell that struck a bit of a nerve in the bubbly blogger.
Zelda: Oooh...are you saying Jessie Salco will pull off an upset and defeat my girl, Crystal?!
I shake my head.
Lex: No, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m not going to sit here and pick who I think is going to win that, and neither should you. You’re supposed to be unbiased, remember? But, then again, I can see why you’d be a little biased towards your girl, Crystal. You can’t count Jessie out of anything, though. She’s worked hard for this one-on-one match, regardless of the fact that, yes, she had to ask Mark Ward for the match. And, yes, I feel like I’m ready to go for the World Bombshell Championship, and I’d love to face Crystal Millar, honestly.
Zelda: I’m not biased! I was just saying needing clarification on your answer, that’s all! And, good! Because I would LOVE to see a one-on-one match with Alexis Edwards versus Crystal Millar! Mark Ward...Christian Underwood...BOOK IT!
I laugh again and shake my head. I see Tim nodding in the audience, and I just roll my eyes.
Lex: I won’t tell them to book it, because I have to work my way up to it first.
Zelda: Uh huh. Word going around is that includes looking for a manager. Care to put any truth to those rumors?
Lex: Boy nothing gets past you, does it?
The crowd laughs as Zelda just shakes her head.
Lex: But to answer that question, yes, I am looking for a manager. But not just any manager. If I want to get a World Bombshell title shot, I need a manager who will get me there. I need a manager that has gotten people to the top titles before, and I have the perfect person in mind.
An audible “Oooh” is let out from not only Zelda, but the crowd as well. This is just too much.
Zelda: Oh! Do tell! I love being in the know about these things! It gives me something to write about!
She giggles and then winks at me, and I shake my head, again, with a laugh. Sometimes I wish I felt like punching her, but if I did, I think Crystal Millar would literally want to kill me.
Lex: I’m not going to give anything away, because I’d like to talk to him first. I sort of want the element of surprise, you know. But, trust me when I say it’s someone who I know can lead me to the top title and get my career where I want it to be. He’s an amazing manager from what I hear, and see, so...I think I’ll be okay. Just pay attention to the show on Sunday and you’ll find out just who it is.
Zelda pouts again, but oh well. She’ll live. I’m wondering how much longer this interview is going to be, because I really need to train as much as I can and get ready for this match.
Zelda: Alright, fair enough. So...let’s talk about High Stakes more shall we? Specifically, your match. This really is the perfect match for you to make an impact on your quest to the World Bombshell Championship since you’re facing two former champions themselves. Samantha Marlowe, former two-time World Bombshell Champion, and Mikah, former longest-reigning World Bombshell Champion. You have your work cut out for you, don’t you?
I take in a deep breath as she gets on the most important topic of this interview. I nod and I glance at Tim from the corner of my eye and he’s nodding again.
Lex: I won’t lie and say that I don’t. I’m not going to sit here and act like I have this match in the bag, because then I’d be a little too over-confident and that’s not how I want to come across. I couldn’t ask for a better match to make the first big impression to get my World Bombshell title shot. This match is huge. It could make or break everything for me. I know some people are saying regardless if I win or lose, I could still get a title shot eventually, but the way I see it? This has to be a win situation for me. Defeating Mikah and Sam would prove everything for me.
Zelda nods and I look to Tim again, and he’s smiling proudly at me.
Zelda: I could understand that, but as long as you put on a great show and bust your butt in this match that has to prove something, right?! I mean, any of you three could win this, and the outcome doesn’t always make up the bosses minds!
Lex: You’re right, it doesn’t. But, it makes up my mind. I don’t want to be seen as one of those people who constantly lose matches and then keep getting title shots. Earlier this year, I probably wouldn’t have cared. But now? Now I do. I’ve seen way too many people lose match after match and get give title opportunities they haven’t earned. I want to earn it. I’m ready to earn it. If I lose on Sunday, that’ll be three losses in a row, and that won’t be deserving of being put in the World Bombshell title scene. Plain and simple.
Zelda nods, and I can tell she’s a little lost for words on that. Tim is frowning at me, and the crowd is mostly silent, but they’re all one hundred perfect focused on me.
Zelda: Again, fair enough. That’s very admirable of you, Alexis. Very admirable indeed. So, tell me your feelings on Sammi Marlowe and Mikah?
I nod slowly, thinking for a moment. I take in a deep breath before I answer.
Lex: What can’t I say about those two? What can’t I say about Samantha Marlowe? I’ve faced her before, but honestly, that was a different point in both of our careers. It was pretty early for both of us, and despite getting a win over her last time, she’s really come out of her shell and made an impact as a fierce competitor on the Bombshell roster. I mean, being a two-time World Bombshell Champion in just her first year in SCW? Huge accomplishment. One that not many Bombshells can say they’ve achieved. I’m looking forward to facing her again.
Zelda: And what about Mikah? You’ve never faced her before now.
I shake my head slowly and let out an awkward laugh.
Lex: That’s true, I haven’t. And it’s pretty nerve-wracking, honestly. I’m surprised I’ve never been booked against her until now, but then again, I’m really not. She held the title for nine months, and in that time, I wasn’t exactly ready to be pushed for that title. Not to mention, I had gone to Christian Underwood and asked to avoid being booked against Mikah if at all possible.
Zelda and the audience gasp, and I can see Tim is equally surprised. I can’t help but laugh at their reaction.
Zelda: Really?! Why?!
Lex: Because I honestly didn’t want to face her. I wasn’t ready to. Especially considering back then, Mikah was pretty much a mega-bitch to everyone. She told it like it was, regardless of who she was facing, and I had no interest in going up against that. It wasn’t that I really didn’t think I could beat her, because I probably could have, but...I just didn’t feel like trying. And because I didn’t feel like trying, I knew if I faced her, it would have just been setting myself up for defeat. I don’t know. It was a weird time for me. One that I’ve since gotten over, and I’ve changed my perspective a bit.
Zelda: So you’re now more confident in going against her?
I think for a moment. Confident wasn’t really the right word, but I guess it was the only way to describe my feelings towards this.
Lex: Yeah, I guess. I mean, I feel better about facing her anyway, and I’m ready to at least try facing her. But am I underestimating her? Absolutely not. And I’m not underestimating Sam Marlowe either. I’m just ready for the fight ahead of me. High Stakes is really the perfect name to describe this show.
Zelda: I couldn’t agree more! Confidence is key, though, Alexis. And win or lose, I’m sure you’ll make everyone proud, including yourself. And I think I speak for everyone when I say that this triple threat match is one I’m really looking forward to!
Lex: Thanks, Zelda. I hope people will pay attention to it, anyway. And I hope that the three of us put on a match to remember.
The audience and Zelda applauds and I turn my attention to Tim. He’s clapping, too, smiling proudly again and I have a feeling the interview is just about over.
Zelda: Well, that’s all the time we have, but I just have one final question. Aside from working towards the World Bombshell Championship...What’s next for Alexis Edwards?!
She would ask that, wouldn’t she. I smile and let out a laugh as I glance towards Tim. I’m half tempted to tell the truth, especially when I notice Jordan slowly making her way to the front of the crowd. I hold myself from frowning and making a scene before I turn to Zelda and answer that.
Lex: That is for me to know, and you all to find out. I’m making a lot of positive changes in my life so...you’ll all just have to stay tuned to find that out. But I will say that 2017 is going to be a great year for me. That much I can promise.
The crowd applauds and cheers again and Zelda gets to her feet. I follow suit and I’m taken back as Zelda steps up to me and gives me a friendly hug, quietly thanking me for a great interview. My music hits again and I turn to face the crowd, waving to them before walking off the stage and going to meet Tim.
Can you feel it, Mikah? Sam? Can you feel the excitement building? The nerves? The determination? I hope so, because I sure can. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced so many emotions heading into one match so far, and once that bell rings on Sunday...it’s every woman for themselves!
I don’t know what to say that hasn’t already been said, ladies. Regardless of what I’ve said in the past, or who I was earlier this year, that’s all changed. I now have mad respect for the both of you and everything you’ve done in SCW recently, and I couldn’t ask for two better opponents for Sunday. This match is the first step for me in going for the World Bombshell Championship, so I hope the both of you know that I’m going to fight tooth and nail to walk out with the win.
Sam, I know that you’ve been on a bit of a slump lately. I also know that you’re letting it start to get to you...discourage you, from what I’ve seen. But, let me tell you, you shouldn’t. Even the best performers go through rough patches. Even the greatest athletes have their droughts, and you just can’t give up regardless. Sooner or later, you’ll find that spark again. You’ll get on a roll and start making waves in SCW again. But...as someone told me recently...you just have to believe in yourself.
This isn’t easy for me, going against you like this. I want you at the top of your game. I want to face the Sam Marlowe that Bombshells feared facing. The Sam Marlowe that ended Mikah’s nine month Bombshell title reign. I want to face that woman, but for some reason...I don’t think that’s the Sam that’s going to show up. Is it? You can try to deny it, but I’ve been paying close attention and you just seem off.
Maybe Spike and Vixen need to give you a kick up the ass. We’ve both been trained by them, so you know they’ll do just that. But, in the end, the ball is in your court, Sam. You decide whether you want to keep fighting, despite the losses that happen...Or are you just going to give up? Throw away all that hard work you put in? It’s up to you, Sam. Think about it.
And Mikah? The time has come, hasn’t it? We couldn’t avoid facing each other forever, could we? It had to happen sooner or later, and I find it a bit ironic, and fitting, that it happens at High Stakes VI. When I’ve made my intentions known on going for the World Bombshell Championship, and you’ve now apparently done the same, saying you want to get your title back. I should have seen that one coming. But, I have to ask…
Is that what you REALLY want, Mikah? Do you really want to get ”YOUR” championship back, or are you using it as a distraction from something else in your life? Something that your new hubby apparently wants? Word has it you’ve actually managed to get Drake Green to have babies on the brain. Quite an accomplishment, Mikah. But again...is that what you want?
I have no doubt if you TRULY want the World Bombshell Championship, you could really be a threat to me ever getting my own shot. You could really stand in my way. Not that I should be complaining, because I think some true contenders for the title is just what the division needs.
But we also need someone who isn’t distracted. Someone who is one hundred percent focused on the division...on the title scene. And do I think that’s you, Mikah? Not at this moment. No disrespect at all, Mikah, but it’s just the way I see it.
There are three of us in this match on Sunday. And I get the feeling that I am the only one that is completely focused on this match, and the long term goal from it. I’m at the point in my career where I’m ready to start making waves. Ready to start being taken seriously, and I was hoping to face the two of you at your best, but I’m not sure I’m going to get that. I know it’ll be a great match, regardless, but...I don’t know. Maybe it won’t quite live up to my expectations...won’t be everything I thought it would be.
Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I’m not. Maybe I’m just psyching myself out going against the two of you. Whatever the case, this is a match I have to win. This is a match I am DETERMINED to win.
And I want to see that same determination from the both of you. What do you say ladies?
Let’s steal the show. Let’s put on a match to remember! Let’s make it a night no one will forget!
See you Sunday, ladies!