[Alexis Morrison]

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Life has both a beginning and an ending. An alpha and omega. Being born and death. A final chapter at the end of every great story that pulls their readers on the edge of their seats hanging on every word until there is no more. I used to say inside the greatest of folktale hide darker meanings given by the author to send cause of worry upon children warning them of dangers. Little Red Hood, Cinderella, Hansel and Gretel, Sleeping Beauty all have had a darker beginning. There’s no greater warning than death, for it means forever.

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In the Fall of October 25, 2012 - Days before Halloween, a video was sent to the offices of Sin City Wrestling capturing the rise of one of their most violent and disturbed woman that has ever sign with the company. A young woman set on a warpath into making a name for herself for the first time in professional wrestling. A challenger to the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship. Inside the video featured Waverly Hills Sanatorium. A hospital built for saving the lives of thousands of tuberculosis patients in the early days of medicine but ultimately, Waverly Hills would be their last and final tomb. Their bodies were thrown in a body chute many called the death tunnel which served as protocol to separate the contaminants from that of the living. Urban legends say they weren’t the only victims. Rumors calculated of two nurses committing suicide, one was unwed and she was with child.

For years the Waverly Hills Sanatorium remained atop a hill on Paralee Lane. Decaying with the sands of time looming over Louisville and becoming a haunting reminder of the death that once filled these very hills. Like in the nineteen hundreds. This place served as a  chilling reminder to the day that Alexis Morrison showed the world that the evil was real. And she was about to rule the world...

“DEATH TOLLS FOR EVERYONE”
THURSDAY, DECEMBER 14, 2017
CAMERA STATUS: OFFLINE
LOCATION: WAVERLY HILLS SANATORIUM; LOUISVILLE, KENTUCKY

Waverly Hills. It had been five long years since that night I was allowed to tape my promo here. It was long time since I had seen the new owners - the Mattingly’s - after first finding them a year prior helping them source together Charlie’s family history with the haunted Sanatorium. A little hint here and a little hint there all it took, the paranormal was something I was interested in as well. Naturally, we bounded with our stories and experiences. I told him about my inspiring dream to one day become a wrestler. Told him about the journey I had have going ringside to my ex-husbands matches. He seemed to understand my so-called passion. The whole reason that he wanted to buy the Sanatorium was to protect it from harm and restore what was once a beautiful hospital. And he did just that.

Night had arrived in Louisville. Along with that the first sight of change begun for the once known America’s Haunted Hospital. The Mattingly’s had completely started fixing up the old joint. Christmas lights hung from tree to tree outside. It was their new tradition of making the place seem like less scary given what has been heard outside their haunted house events every Halloween. Two guards are shown walking their rounds and making sure everything was safe and secure.

“Wow. This places looks really beautiful at night, Rodney.”

“It almost makes you forget about hearing creepy bedtime stories about this place being haunted. Eight years ago. You wouldn’t see my black ass going around room 502 at night with only a flashlight. I’m not going to be another horror movie statistic. Shit. I would much rather get shot by the police for all the stupid stuff I brought down on my moms back in the day.”

The other officer smiles in response. He appears to be getting a small chuckle hearing the troubles of a black man. Rodney smacks his partner beside the head and sticks his finger into his face. Behind them someone blurry drags a black body bag across the hall.

They were a dark breathing mask.

“Don’t you ever chuckle at a black man’s pissing moment. Now where the fuck is Ralph, man? Ain’t paid me enough this shit. Having people disappearing and might end up jumping off the fucking floor.”

“He’s probably off sexting with his new girlfriend in the bathroom, again.”

Twenty minutes later. I am seen looking up at the Christmas lights with Sarah Jones by my side. We’re both wearing warm clothing as the chill from the air was a bit too much for our skin. We start walking around together. It seemed like old times again for us. Sarah used to follow me everywhere I would go like some little lost puppy. Anyways asking questions. Sarah looks down with worry. She pops her head up and begins to look me in the eyes in a very serious manner like she had something to say.

“I can’t believe you agreed to be apart of this Bombshell Elimination match for Sin City Wrestling. That wasn’t part of deal. None of this matters at the end of the day, Alexis. You wouldn’t gain anything from this even if your team won the match.”

“Woah there kitten. Retract those claws and chill out. You don’t want us to cause a scene in front of public, do you?”

“No.”

I smiled like everything is normal.

“Good.” We started moving again.

My hand rubbed her face. I could sense things inside her tense up. Fear of the unknown was a powerful tool. It leave people fearing something that could happen at any moment. Waiting to strike.

“Vixen will just wither up and die without seeing me again. Not mention I have never been up closer to a living breathing superhero let alone two. This is a special moment for me. A special moment for everyone. Don’t be a pussy and spoil things. We will be back on track after this is over and we head off to Winter Warzone. Enjoy the lights. It’s not every year I look at this abomination.”

A man walks up to us from the east.

“There you are, Alexis. I glad you came to the Christmas Lighting Show. I realize it looks a lot different than when you seen it last around four years ago. It took a lot of work to make it more like it’s old self again. ”

“Yes sir Mr. Mattingly. Everything looks beautiful.

The two security guards approach him. They whisper something in his ear which causes him to have a puzzled look. As the guards leave, this well dressed man looks back at us with a smile on his face. We returned the favor. I broke the silence first.

“Is everything okay?”

“Oh. One of my men have gone missing. It looks like they are probably out drinking of all the days. You girls don’t need to worry about any of that stuff. Nothing is going to happen. You stay around for awhile. I have to go see if I can help these morons. We don’t need everyone being scared to come back up here. Took forever the last time. Would you excuse me, please?”

We nodded watching him leave. After the celebration of lights were over I’m seen with Sarah heading down to my rental. I start tossing everything in the car and enter the thing. As we drive away. There in the backseat was the mask from earlier among the clothes. It felt really good to be back. And now we head to Las Vegas for the final Climax Control.

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CAMERA STATUS: ONLINE
LOCATION: TREASURE ISLAND; LAS VEGAS, NEVADA

The time was drawing closer and the days counted ever so slowly. Counting down until the moment Sin City’s favorite wrestling program was going off the air in the final broadcast after giving the region much memorable moments in person, and on their television. It was a night that seemed almost like a nightmare to many die hard fans that cannot wake up from. Casinos and hotels along the strip illuminated lighting the starry December night while the streets littered with locals and tourist alike walking around, even driving in cabs taking pictures. Our cameras turn on viewing this site from ground level as the busy nightlife filled our view. Scattering about like hoards of different rodents heading into different buildings and in different directions. A homeless woman begs holding a can watching as people pass. Las Vegas was cruel as much as it is beautiful. Survival was left to do willing to do anything to get what they wanted in life. Sometimes it just needs lady luck.

On Las Vegas Boulevard stood the beautiful sight of Treasure Island growing bright with golden lighting. Inside several people were heading their way holding plastic cups going to the casino. Others are carrying their luggage up to the elevators at the far end of this establishment. Everyone was looking for a retreat for spending the Holiday seasons. Among this crazy madness. I appeared sitting at a craps table rolling dice surrounded by drunk nobodies wanting their whore of luck to rub off of me and onto them. The crew notices that I was wearing a brand new dress that shimmered and glisten as soon as reflects hit the thing. In my hand I played around with a single chip. It goes from finger to finger waiting to hear the outcome when it turns out I have won. I toss my earns to the people and sit up walking toward the cameras.

“Here we are. The final SCW Climax Control that will ever exist. The final weekly event that will be ran by Sin City Wrestling and would ever be seen across Las Vegas soil. It all boils down to one important Elimination match let’s be honest. No one is coming to the show wanting to see contenders being named for the last time ever to championships. They’re not here to see Mercedes Vargas doing statistics just before retiring at the pay-per-view after spending a long time here. Let’s be real. Everyone that are going to be putting their asses in those seats inside the Gold Coast Casino really came to see both the Elimination matches featuring all their past favorites.”

This was the last time that I would ever wrestle in SCW. Some would suggest that my start in professional wrestling didn’t come from the World Elite Wrestling. I wasn’t a big enough name until my second run. It was the time that I spent in Las Vegas and battling against Vixen and against Becky "Ragdoll" Jones for the Bombshell Roulette Championship. Still though, after these moments I started to come back stronger than anyone thought could happen because when I left the SCW. I ended up beating some tough opponents like Chris McKenzie, Black Metal and Nurse Kinsley. Most would assume that everything started from one small moment that started a ripple effect carried to this day. Behind me chaos starts like dogs fighting over a meal. They were climbing on each other as I give up everything from that game. The whole a few hundred dollars in plastic gambling chips. I cracked a smirk as I took a breath.

“It’s all about the final time every single one of these superstars get inside the ring to face each other. Some will be facing for the first time. Some will even be looking across the ring to find friends on the opposing team. Where else but on this one night, on this event will you have Zuri Chastain, Odette Stevens, Amanda Cortez and Alexis Mercer on the same team facing off against Vixen, Roxi Johnson, Delia Darling and Keira Johnson? Now we’ve heard Amanda Cortez talking about her feelings having to face her friends.”

“Talking about her love and respect for Roxi and Keira Johnson. We already established that the Goddess of War has a soft heart for those two carpet munching, cosplaying wannabe superheroes. If Amanda won’t stand in line. I won’t hesitate but to drop my own partner before she fucks over the entire team.  And quite honestly, I think everyone knows by now. Good ol’ Alexis doesn’t have any allegiance to anybody in any goddamn company, especially on this opposing team we fighting. I don’t have friends on either side. Friendship don’t win wars. Just a few days ago I walked out on my own partner during a tag match because they were being a stupid fuck that pissed me off. This Elimination match at the final Climax Control survival is the keymaster to victory. You can be friends all you want but I came to survive.”

“I accepted this match simply because I like ideas of surviving. I like when I have the odds against anything I do. I like to be unpredictable when facing others. In this one match any team member could win it for their team. Anyone has a chance to take out as many fuckers they can to come out providing their strength and sheer willpower to outlast the other team. One by fucking one. It doesn’t matter if you’re a former world champion or superman of the goddamn world once you step into those ropes for this match. That’s when the match turns into an all out war to prove which side is more dominant. That’s when the Elimination match becomes my battleground.”

I stared into the camera lens. My expression turned serious as I lifted my arm up to go behind my head and pull a scrunchy which held my long blonde hair up had been freed. The long locks draped both shoulders.

“Vixen.” That word escape my lips. “It’s been five years since we met face-to-face inside the Sin City Wrestling ring. Five long years since that day came when I climbed the spider’s web just to send you crashing down hard to the ring winning my first ever championship victory. It was against the veteran. I escaped, I outfoxed the fox in front of the world. I ended your reign as Bombshell Roulette Champion. I took everything that you worked hard to accomplish in that moment of time. You being introduced in this match was a no-brainer. Since my removal from the company you have done everything in your power to regain what I took from you.”

“You finally took steps to becoming a Bombshell champion defeating Amanda Cortez the following year in this very city. Something that you managed to achieve twice. Better than what I have done in my career right. Months after winning your first Bombshell Championship. Vixen. You went and teamed with Misty to become Tag Team Champions in the Bombshell Division. You both held strong for a few months before eating the L to Joanne Canelli And Emma Rose. Women that challenged you more than anyone could. It would become the final belt that you would ever hold before fading into the darkness of night leaving behind only the memory that I was one of your greatest challenges.”

“I did what everyone thought couldn’t happen. I was this new face abandoned on the street without a place to call my own. I was the newcomer taking on the seasoned veteran. I shouldn’t have won that Halloween night. Yet, I did. I still enjoy hearing your body as it cracked against the hard canvas ring while I sleep with a smile. It’s only fitting the final Climax Control manages to get both of us involved after what happened on the fateful Halloween Special that saw you fall from grace within the Bombshell Roulette Division never to compete again there. Never once in your time did you ever reclaim the Bombshell Roulette Championship Sure, you went on to bigger better things but so did I outside this company. It’s only fitting that I return just to finish what we started.”

One could argue that to the company this was a reason for Vixen to return as well and get her justification. Beating me on the last Climax Control airing throughout the Las Vegas region and getting her revenge from so long ago. That kind of motivation can do wonders. It can make people get hope in their minds. Hope? That’s just another fable like God. They have never existed. Yet people flock in numbers begging for things which doesn’t belong to them. In this world, I was realist among a land of many dreamers.

Their team wasn’t about to fucking win against me. It wasn’t going to happen on my watch. I built this reputation on being strong and being a dangerous fighter when I put things aside and just dominate. They won’t win. Not ever.

“Roxi and Keira Johnson. Professional Wrestling’s own superhero duo everyone likes to call you. Is that right? Meet your Doomsday. Meet your personal Joker. Meet whatever villain you could think of that has ever given you wannabe superheroes any tough challenge. I’m the death of all that you love and cherish in this world and the next. Look back at my long history of violence and chaos. Read through the times that I’ve assaulted and possibly killed people just for fun. How about count the times I’ve held a knife to someone’s throat. You two might consider yourselves heros to millions of your fans. Rescued people from everyday normal wrongdoers.”

I spread both arms.

“While you two are making love and kissing yourselves. I’ve been in the shadows luring morons like yourselves to their doom. Doubt me all you fucking want but I am the real super villain in this comic showdown. You don’t have to believe me. Just follow the path of bodies I’ve placed all around the world. Find the clues I’ve left behind. Come on, I made morons believe I was an innocent girl once. What makes you any special other than which one of you is the dominant one of the relationship? My vote is Keira.”

A laugh crawled out of my lungs as I wrinkled following my answer. I knew that these two would work more as a team. More as a team than anyone else in this entire match. They were two I had to send fear and letting them know. Superheroes don’t fly. They all die. The last member of this team was someone I have never heard about but looked into to. She was a member that was way after I left.

Her name was Delia Darling. I lowered my head while walking slowly dragging my feet against the carpet. “The member of our little reunion party is you, Delia. The mysterious wanderer to our parts. Here in SCW. Compared to everyone else. You are like the odd one out and because of this that makes me intrigued. I mean, yes, you were members of the Mean Girls faction with Veronica Taylor. A woman I’ve only shared one tweet conversation and legit made me wish I had a gun to pull the trigger. It’s clear that didn’t last long. Because soon Amanda joined their ranks and actually achieved more than you ever could, You’re only claim to fame as been to become a Bombshell Champion after beating a tired and weak Vixen. Whom I am sure was easy pickings in her final Bombshell title run.”

“You intrigue me, little bird. This makes all the more reasons I will enjoy cutting you apart and find out what really makes you that much more special than everyone else at the final Climax Control. Don’t be scared. It will only hurt forever.”

I gave the camera an evil smile getting closer and closer to them. My body eclipse everything into darkness. The only sound coming from audio is the sound of me laughing. This might be the final night SCW airs their program to televisions locally around. However, it was clear to everyone that my path of destruction was just getting started again in the wrestling. Regardless of what company I’m on.