Prologue: How to be the best and alienate people

I’m an acquired taste.

I get it. I can come off as arrogant, self-righteous, and downright cocky. But it comes with the territory when you know how talented you are. When you walk around a locker room and see all your competition and know that nine times out of ten you beat every single one of them. When you look in a mirror and know that the reflection staring back at you is the only person who can beat you down and embarrass you.

It’s a realisation I came to so very early in my career.

I trained in Japan and I heard the dreams of the other girls. All the Joshi’s. They spoke of America like it was the best place on Earth and where they would get a real test. And despite being born and bred in the United States I had only ever known the Japanese side of the business.

So when I came home, can you imagine the culture shock?. Can you imagine the disappointment?.

O came back to a country where women who had side jobs or were using wrestling to pad their little social media resume’s and tried to use it to get bigger paychecks in acting and singing and god knows what else.

It made me feel dirty.

It made me feel wrong.

So I went about fixing that perception, that wrong in my life. I vowed I was going to be the best of the best, the most dangerous woman on the planet. I told myself I would seek out those who were like-minded and destroy those who weren’t. And as much as I dislike Mercedes Vargas, she is a professional wrestler. You take away the makeup and the television presentation and she cares about what happens in that ring more than ANYTHING. Sierra Williams, Devona, my little sister Zoey, these are women who care about this business.

Crystal, Kate, Brittany, Seleana, hell even Dani. They worry about everything else under the sun instead of this business…..

That is why I’m disliked, that is why I rub people the wrong way and that is why I’m looked at as arrogant. Because to me, wrestling isn’t just a side job. To me, wrestling isn’t just a little addition to my life. Wrestling is my life.

I love my husband.

I love my sons.

But wrestling is my calling. It’s what I was put on this planet to do. And I do it damn well. I walked into Honor and dominated their development company. I walked into WWH, LAW and then back to Honor and dominated there. And now, in SCW I do the exact same thing.

And in times of doubt, in times of crisis….I have my family, I have my friends...and then….I become legend…

Scene One-Failure?
Off Camera
Camp Ripley Morrison County, Minnesota
August 13th. 2017. Night of Honor Wrestlings Zero Hour PPV

Alicia holds her ribs as medical staff holds ice packs on her neck and shoulders, her breathing is labored and deep but every single breath is met with a wince as her chest and ribs contract. Alicia grinds her teeth and pushes them away throwing the ice across the floor. She picks up both her title belts and turns kicking open the locker room door stepping inside. Sweat drips from her face and hair as she looks up into the full-length dressing mirror. Alicia had just faced Samantha Tolson in a champion versus champion match. Both her Legacy championship and Sam’s Honor title had been on the line.

For half an hour Samantha and Alicia beat the hell out of each other. Suplexes, stiff shots, submissions, brawling. All of it had been used and it had all been left in the ring. The time limit had expired and the medical staff had ruled that both women could not continue, despite both of them protesting heavily. Alicia had stormed backstage and held both the Honor Legacy title and the WWH women's world title at the same time.

Both championships dangle down in her hands. Alicia nods slowly and places them down on the table next to her bag, she doesn’t even hear the door open as she tries to calm herself and forget about the pain. Then she feels it, Michael’s hand slide over her shoulder. Alicia calms down with a smile as she turns to face him. Her manager, life coach, and new best friend. He stood a lot taller than her about 6’3, his toned muscular frame hidden under a beautifully tailored grey suit. Alicia looked into his eyes with a small smile before looking away and down, her heart dropping as she backed away. Michael tilted his head looking confused as he lightly brushed some of the hair from her face, his thumb moving down her cheek as his forefinger lightly lifted her chin to him.

“Hey peaches, why the sad face?” Alicia chuckled as she shook her head and sat back against the end of the table, her ribs again causing her pain as she closed her eyes and winced. Michael reached forward and helped her stand back up, his hand drifting over her midsection as he looked down and noticed the heat coming from her right side.”I think you have some bad bruising. We have to get you checked out...I’ll get the doctors that you shoved off back in here”

As he turned to leave Alicia reached out grabbing his arm, he turned back and she shook her head. “I need a minute, I can’t face anyone right now” She looked down again as she leaned in placing her forehead against Michael's chest, he looked down concerned, his arms wrapping around her on instinct.” What is it?”

“I...I let everyone down. I said I was walking out with both belts and in the end I failed” Michael couldn’t help but laugh to himself as he shook his head before lightly pushing Alicia back and down onto a chair, he slowly moved down to one knee in front of her with a deep sigh, his eyes kind and full of affection. “You went out there and went to war with a woman who is a two time Honor champion. You didn’t lose, you didn’t win. You came to a stalemate and they had to call it off. I don’t think this is the last time you two will be in the ring and trust me. I saw Samantha Tolson being helped down the hallway….you have nothing to be ashamed of.” Alicia looked up and shot him a small smile and a nod. He got to his feet offering his hands. She places hers in his and allowed him to help her up to her feet. His arm moved around her as he turned to help her back towards the medical personnel and trainers.

Washington D.C
Two Weeks Later

Alicia stepped through the large archway into the main room of the large old colonial home. It’s rich history plain to see to anyone who would look. It’s architecture screaming late 1700’s. She couldn’t help but smile as she passed old family photo’s. Family members and baby pictures of Michael and his parents and ancestors. She couldn’t help but smile as she stopped at one of him as a child, a ball in his hands.

Alicia turned to him as he leaned against the archway, his wavy brown hair loose and flowing over his nears and down his back, a trimmed brown beard accenting his cheekbones as a grin came across his lips.“What’s so funny?” She chuckled again and grabbed the photo turning it towards him.“You were so cute” She makes a small face pushing out her lips before laughing again. Michael shook his head stepping forward taking the photo as she held it out.

“That was a long time ago….the innocence of youth.” There was a hint of sadness in his voice as he placed the photo back on the wall, Alicia looked down and gave a small nod before feeling his hand on hers, he led her through into the kitchen and out to the stairs stopping at the bottom.“And up there are the bedrooms, the master is down the hall to the right then another 3 on either side.” He gave her a grin and leaned against the post of the staircase that went up and curved to the side.  

“So, when do I get to see the bedrooms?....” She moved some hair from in front of her face and stared up into his eyes, Michael coughed and laughed under his breath looking up to the top. “Well, by all means, I can finish the tour now, or after we eat?” Alicia gave him a nod again and stepped close to him. “And which room is mine tonight?” She squeezed his hand and tilted her head slightly as she asked the question. “Well, that depends…”

“On what?” He leaned in close, his lips just touching hers softly. As he pulled back he shook his head. “I’m sorry Alicia….I...I’m sorry.”  

She looked surprised and fumbled over her own words, her accent becoming more prominent as she seemed slightly panicked. “Why?. Why are you sorry?.” Michael folded his arms over his chest looking away, his body language showing embarrassment as he seemed to close off before her eyes. “I crossed a line, Ali. We’re friends and I’m your agent. We shouldn’t…”

He trailed off and went silent, after a few moments Alicia stepped forward finding his hands again getting close, she pushed up on her tiptoes to meet him kissing him softly. “The heart wants what it wants. I stopped listening to that annoying little voice saying “no” a long time ago” Michael looked in her eyes and smiled with a small nod. “Alicia...you want to be with me?” Alicia laughed to herself “I thought that’s what the kiss implied...but you will take me on a proper date….tonight…”

“Yes ma’am”

Scene Two: Fucking cabbages and Family legacies
On Camera
Edinburgh, Scotland
Present Day

”Are you people shocked?. That I can play along in a team setting?”

Alicia chuckles lightly, her hand grips the SCW Bombshells world title that is slung over her shoulder, the leather strap dangling down next to her body.

”Climax Control 231, live from Dublin Ireland, myself and Blade Alexander beat down and destroyed that silly little twit Hitamashi and that mean girl rip off Calia. We went down to that ring and it was an eye-opener. See, I’d heard of Blade Alexander, I’d heard of his skills in the ring and that he was always one of the big “what if’s” in SCW. What if Blade had stayed, what if Blade was still around, what if Blade had won the SCW world title?. Hitamashi disregarded his skills, disregarded his past and he paid the price. Expulsion from the tournament and ZERO CHANCE at the World title shot.”

“Blade and I did what we do and that is win.”

“I have told you all time and time again that I could drag anyone to victory in this. But the fact I have a partner who has a past, who has a great skill set and is determined to win this tournament?. Well, that makes my job even easier.”

“I look around at the other teams left as we get down to the final 8 and I only see Alex and Devona as our real challenge. And that, well that’s because I know Alex. I know I could take Devona’s pretty little head off. And I know there has been some confusion about Blast from the past but let me be clear. If Mark, Christian or Brooke decide that one of these matches is to be a title defense of my championship, I will face whoever I am in the ring with and fight tooth and nail to keep this championship. See, I wanted to be a fighting champion, that’s why I entered this tournament, I didn’t want to9 just wait around for someone to win….”

“Or cash in a stupid little gimmick briefcase…”

Alicia scowls and adjusts the championship on her shoulder, her lips pushing together as their cherry red color blurs together, her long blond hair flowing from under a black and red baseball cap.

”Yeah, that’s right I’m talking about Kate Steele-Warren. Now, if some of you missed the little exchange happening, Kate is crowing about cashing in her shot at me for London Calling, but If Blade and I get to the Blast from the past final then I will be busy and not only will I be busy but chances are I will be putting the title on the line in that final against whatever woman has been good enough with her partner to get to that match. Whcih, I’m actually excited for. If we get there. But Kate wants to whine and cry about it, Kate wants to try and re-write the rules of the tournament.”

“Re-writing rules, not staying active, whining and crying. Damn she kind of sounds like Brittany Williams.”

“Before I get into the upcoming match here in Scotland, let’s revisit how our opponents got here. Kale Smith and Brittany Williams beat the only team in this tournament more pathetic than the team Blade and I beat. They beat Joshua “I can travel through time” Acquin and Effie Bingham. The girl who has the distinction of having a mouth twice as big as mine while having one eighth the talent. Now, Kale, you may be a talent, you may be on par with Blade, I don’t know. You’re six foot two, over two hundred pounds, you can move for a guy that size and you have this certain...spark about you. I don’t know if it’s because you’re from Australia or if it’s because you’re a great athlete, but I don’t think it’s a secret as to what Blade and I are going to do…”

Alicia smirks and moves the title off her shoulder looking at it before her bright blue eyes shine and look straight back up into the camera.

”Divide and conquer.”

She lets out a deep laugh and shrugs pacing back and forth a little.

”I am so confident in Blade and I winning that I’m going to let you in on a little secret here Kale. Our plan involved Brittany being tagged in and never being let out again. See Kale, I look at you and I see a guy who has real talent, I see a danger. I mean, I know Blade is tough and talented but you? You fought for three years to get back to SCW and the blast from the past tournament is your door to be back full time right?. This is all to prove to Mark and Christian that you belong and truth be told, after seeing you drag that tiny piece of dead weight to a win proes it…”

“I don’t wish you any ill will and if I’m honest I think you would be a great challenge for Austin. He loves a fight, a real fight. And I have to say between Blade, Alex and you?. Well those are three possible contenders that I know would get Austins motor running. But, the bad news with all this is no matter how much I think you deserve to move on, no matter how impressed I am with you and your re-emergence….it ultimately means nothing.”

“Because you’re teaming with a piece of shit…”

“What?...too harsh?”

Alicia tilts her head at the production crew who all just stay silent. Not one of them standing up for Brittany Williams.

”Up until the Blast from the past match the last time we saw little miss Brittany was back in November where she tried to steal the Honor tirle from me. I retained and I have gone on to win the SCW bombshells world title and still stay strong. Because that, is what champions do but Bitt wouldn’t know anything about that. She was the youngest champion in company history, but she lost that title and faded into obscurity. She then popped up months ago, lost to me and then...poof disappeared…”

“She didn’t keep working, she didn’t try and get another match with me, she didn’t try and earn a shot at the Honor or SCW titles. She just went home, sat on her ass and waited till this tournament so she could hope and pray that she’d be able to hitch her wagon to someone talented and ride their coattails right on into the finals and get a shot that way.”

“What else would we expect from a “Hilton” right?”

“Your bitch ass mother tried the same thing when she beat down her own wife to get added into a match she had no right to be in. Typical Williams woman, always takming the back door, too bad your father didn’t do that, we’d have been saved the embaressing bratty punk bitch that you seem to be proud of being…”

“But, here’s the downside to your little plan kiddo, you don’t get to the finals because the brackets have lined you and Kale up against me and Blade. So now, without others in the ring for you to pinj to try and get a cheap win, you will be alone in the ring with me. And I am planning on beating the hell out of you till you make the smart choice and abort your plans to follow in your mothers footsteps, you know kind of like how your mother should have aborted yo-”

The sound cuts out as the cameraman lowers the camera and an SCW producer steps out, we can’t hear it but Alicia and the man have a heated conversation. After a few moments Alicia put her hands up and nods before the camera gets lifted back up and the sound comes back on.

”The fact remains Britt, that you are outmatches and outclassed. You think because you have a family legacy you’re going to be some big deal?. You mother ain’t shit, you ain’t shit. You’re just another name in a long list of disappointments from your family who like to flake out time and time again and can never be relied on to do the real hard work that makes you a champion, and I don’t mean holding a title sweetheart because your mommy, she can’t teach you what I know. I work, day in and day out, I turn up week after week and month after month to defend the title and to appear in front of a crowd…”

“So I’ll do you a favor, I’ll beat you down, I’ll make you tap and then you can disappear for another three months….”

 Prologue: Vindication….

It happened. Everything I worked for, everything I sacrificed for. I can stand on top of the mountain again, look down and say “I was right”. I went home after the last show. I had the title belt in my possession. I put the replica up with the rest of them and smiled. It looked beautiful up there. It looked right.

But now I’m even more determined.

In loss I was turned into a beast.

I had moments of doubt and self reflection that caused anger and frustration to burn.

Do you know what it’s like?. To be expected to be great?. Not just be told that you have potential, that you COULD do something, but that you WILL?. Every single time?. Now I have that pressure, that expectation. And when those expectations aren’t met I lash out.

I did that with my husband and my sons.

My mother and my sister.

My husband said he understood but really how could he?. He isn’t a competitor. He doesn’t know the competitive nature and that fire that burns deep in the pit of your stomach. He doesn’t know the feeling of your own confidence eating itself when you have that huge weight crushing down on your shoulders. Hell not even everyone in this business gets that or understands it. Not everyone feels the same way I do, thinks the same way I do.

But that is the difference between a champion and the common wrestlers who do this as a job, as a life and for fun. See people like that might hold championships and have some small moments of success, they get their names inscribed in record books, they get a replica to always remind them of what they did.

The feeling is what is different.

It feels good no doubt, but I envy them. See for them to outdo their potential and rise above is celebrated. It’s revered looked at as an inevitability. It’s why it was so shocking when I lost.; Cause really...it just doesn’t happen.

No matter what that idiot Mercedes Vargas says.

That’s the trade off though. People with fewer expectations get the bigger shock and awe of celebration, people in my position though. The title reigns aren’t just looked upon as a cool moment in time. Nah, they’re looked at as special. Legendary. Memorable. And now I take my position as the head of the division. As it’s champion. And I am ready to take on everyone….


Scene One: Fuck that Noise-
Off Camera.
Atlanta, Georgia
12 Years Ago

This wasn’t supposed to be her life. The blood, the pain, the sweat, the tears. Travelling from country to country, eating just enough to survive all for that 10 minutes or so in front of a crowd. The sleeping on gym floors or airport benches. None of it was supposed to be “Alicia Lukas”.

No, she was born to be a prissy pretty little society girl. She would go to a finishing school, learn to be a proper southern lady. Splitting time between Georgia where her mother lived and North Carolina, where her ladies academy was.. She grew to be a Georgia peach, a beauty queen. With her long strawberry blond hair that her mother would curl.

She wore frilly dresses that would turn into ball gowns as they went to dinners with the who’s who of southern royalty. And when the day came She was to be married to a local man, the son of some rich land owner and factory tycoon. “New Money” who needed the “old money” name. A life that would of led to her being a woman of leisure. Maybe even a shot at being on a future season of “real housewives of Atlanta or St Louis.”

Or so she thought. The reality was much darker and filled with pain,and when she turned 19 she looked at her life and just thought to herself…

Fuck that noise….but her rebellion started long before that. Before she met her future husband at 17. No it started as a teen. As she hated the beauty queen bullshit….

Alicia sat in the parlor of her mother’s home. A large two story house located in Atlanta’s’ outer suburbs. The ceilings seemed to reach straight up with delicate lines of painted scenes on them. A few white columns that looked roman scattered through the house as decorative pillars. Her fingers tapped on the grand rosewood table, she smiled slowly as her mother walked in with the women in her employ.

Barbara stopped, her eyes going up and down her daughter as a shock set in, she fanned herself and looked at the two women who kept the house in order shooing them away. She stepped around the table and got closer. Barbara Lukas was divorced from her father, they lived in different state, and Alicia hadn’t seen her father in years.

Barbara was very young when she fell pregnant with Alicia, she was 17 and never fully appreciated her role as a mother and protector. Her father Jason tried to be a father, but his life as a wrestler and unwillingness to settle down and get a stable job with three young children forced him out when Alicia was 5. Barbara was still youthful in her appearance. Her long light brown hair was done and curled with the top back and bowed. She shook her head but tried to keep her demeanor, her accent was brought back but still just enough to distinguish herself.

“Violet Alicia Eveline Lukas, whatever have you done?” Alicia just smiled at her mother, a huge toothy grin full of swagger and arrogance. She licked her lips as Barbara walked around her. Studying her, judging her. “Why?...your beautiful hair!...” Her long strawberry locks had been cut off. Shaved all around leaving a long blonde and light blue part from the front angling down one side of her face and head as the other side stayed uncovered.

Barbara continued her assessment, her demeanor continuing to change. “is…is that…a tattoo?...” Alicia smiled again,the outside of her hand showing a black and red bird. Barbara steps back and shakes her head as Alicia stops and gets to her feet. “You don’t like it mama?” She kicks the chair back, lightly stepping around her mother, still in a bright ruby red dress.

Barbara stepped away from her, her hand fanning her upper body. “Why?..you were raised better than this….you’re 15 years old!. You are going to meet the young man you’re going to marry next summer!. Do you not realise how much we need this?!?”

Alicia just laughs and turns away before tugging on the red sundress pulling it down revealing a tank top under it and then black denim shorts. Alicia shakes her head with a deep sigh. “You know what I saw in the mirror last week?....you…for years I’ve just…pretended…and I can’t do it anymore…”

As Alicia turns away Barbara looked down at the dress pulling it up to study it. ”We’re broke Violet. We have no money, the deal is done. Ronald Dempsey Senior has already set it up, his son, his son and you will be wed when you turn 18. But you will be meeting him before that.

Alicia growled and turned around suddenly tilting her head. Her anger built up higher as her hands clenched into fists. Her future being laid out for her. ”The hell I will! ”Enough Violet!. Don’t you get it? Would you have me on the street? Poor? Like some kind of beggar?....that’s what will happen. And what about your brother?...your baby sister Rose?....she’s ten Violet….TEN… Alicia swallowed her and realised she didn’t have a choice. Her heart sank as she looked up with a defeated sigh, her hand reaching out taking the dress back. ”Good...now..get upstairs...I’ll get some peroxide…

2 Years Later


“Violet!” His voice exploded through the house his daddy owned. Ronnie stormed through the 20 year old heir to a large fortune. His nose was in the air, his fists were clenched. He was angry, a standard day. He looked left and right as a few house workers seemed to get out of his way. He stopped getting to two large doors.

He took a deep breath and pushed them open. “Violet!” She sat up straight, her breathing laboured as she got to her feet looking around suddenly. Her hands straighten her dress out as he stepped around her. The house workers all left the room and as the giant door shut Violet Lukas took a sharp breath in.

He stepped around her a few rotations, his anger boiling to the surface, his eyes trailing up and down her body. Her long blonde hair tied back and put in a long braid down the side and down one shoulder. Ronnie came to a stop in front of her and leaned in. “Who is James Daniels?”

She stuttered and fumbled more, swallowing and then sighing. “Uh, darling he was a friend from when I was younger...my next door neighbour and we were going to see one ano-” She didn’t even see it coming, the back of his hand. It flew up and under before catching Violet on the cheek causing her head to fly backwards and to the side. She let out a whimper but didn’t go down, instead she made a grave error and turned back to him with her eyes blazing with anger and hatred.

Ronnie stepped forward and reached out grabbing her hair in his left hand yanking her head back hard. “Listen here ya little slut….I do not work and give you nice things for you to disrespect me..and my family…” Violet let out another whimper. “I wasn’t I swear” Another shot, this time an open hand slap across her face, his grip hard enough to stop her from falling, pulling out strands of hair. “LIAR. when we are married you will not make a fool of me Violet..YOU WILL FALL IN LINE…”

He leaned in, getting so close to her face she could feel his hot breath on her cheek and neck, his lips an inch from her ear. “Remember, without me...ya nothi, ya mother has nothin, ya family has and is nothin...when ya turn 18 ya mine….forever…” He let her go throwing her backwards, she stumbled and hit the large black baby grand piano, her hip crashing against it as she fell to the floor. Ronnie adjusted his suit, straightened his hair and smiled. “Now...be a dear and clean yourself up before drawing me a bath…”

Scene Two: What I’m trying to do
On Camera
Atlanta, Georgia
Present Day.

”Do any of you get what I’m trying to do here?. All I get from some of you are complaints and comments and bullshit. You don’t seem to understand it. This title, it means everything to me, and it’s not just because it’s another championship to add to my ever growing list of accomplishments”
Alicia looks down at the title belt in her right hand, she looks at it and studies it. From the front plate and side plates, the ornate designs, the nameplate on the front, the name “bombshells” that made her skin crawl. She sighed and smirked with a wink.

”I recognise that as a whole SCW has been a great force for women’s wrestling. Helping the idea of a women’s division be viable as something more than a sideshow. So many other places have a free for all, they don’t have divisions but SCW was able to keep the idea of gender segregation but do it in a way that was respectful. And it always has been. I get it, I’m not bli9nd, SCW was an innovative place and in a way still is. I’m not trying to disagree with that or destroy it’s legacy. Back in 2011 SCW was producing great matches between WRESTLERS who happened to be women while other places put their female athletes in bikinis and hired models. SCW was ahead of the curve…”

“And I’m honored to represent that lineage. I’m honored to hold the title that Roxi Johnson once held. But for every woman like Roxi or Amy there is an Amanda Cortez, a glorified porn star with a foot fetish. Or a Delia Darling, a woman who is more flash and now bang. I have been vocal about the name of the division, the name of the title and what it represents. I feel as if the name should represent the respect SCW has shown female athletes over the years. Bombshells doesn’t do that. It’s the same as Roses or Diamonds or Divas. It just doesn’t show the proper message that SCW is trying to convey.”

“See a few years ago, I entered a company that had a women’s title, a title called the bombshells championship. It was held by a succession of women who didn’t make it mean a damn thing, it was almost a dead championship, they were all style and no substance. I won that title and I built an entire division. Gone where these no named, fake titted wannabe actresses with no wrestling talent. Instead I built a division of killers. Now, I left that company because of the stupidity of the owner. But that championship is now a world title and Mercedes Vargas is fighting for it in a few days. Now, here in SCW..things are different…”

Alicia pulled the SCW Bombshells title over her shoulder with a slow smile. She held onto it with her long hair tied back, the slow smile turning into a toothy grin, her lips covered in a cherry red lipstick that made her smile “pop” more.

”Christian, Mark and Brooke aren’t stupid. Sure, they’re not perfect either but unlike that other place I mentioned SCW isn’t run by people with a third grade education and second rate ideas. They push their talents to be and get better, some ways I don’t agree with, but they still try. So I don’t need to worry about that, and I don’t have to worry about building a division. I already have a talented division to face and work with. Just look at Dani Weston. She beat me one on one and I already told you all. That doesn’t happen.”

“Mercedes Vargas can run her mouth about how it took me two shots to win the title, cause you know, that matters. But being beaten by Dani Weston isn’t a shame. She’s an incredible wrestler and athlete and if she ever wants the rubber match between us. I’m in. She deserves to stay in the conversation for this championship and I’m glad she’s in the match at Blaze of Glory. But the real wars happen one on one. But, wait, I guess I’m somehow hiding behind my trophy case right Trinity Jones?. I bet you thought I wouldn’t hear what you said right?. You’ll say that in a promo but I bet you won’t say it to my face, cause if you did I’d slap the taste out of your mouth, drag you down to the ting and beat you so fast even Parand Ara would be shocked.”

“But before I get to Blaze of Glory, I get to defend my title in a one on one match. The final show before the supercard. This is one of those decisions most people would be confused about. Why would Christian, Mark and Brooke make a dombshells title match a few weeks out from Blaze of glory?.”

“Motivation…”

“They know someone like me thrives in these situations. They know someone like me loves competition and loves to defend the title. So they signed this match, and I also bet a certain member of SCW’s management also takes great pleasure in how pissed off Crystal has gotten with Seleana getting a singles title shot long before her….”

Alicia laughs to herself and tilts her head.

”But I want to be very clear on this. Seleana Zdunich deserves a title shot, she deserves a one on one shot, hell so does Dani Weston, but both of them will be in the match at Blaze of glory the question we have though, is who is going into that match as the champion and who will be going in as one of the challengers?. That’s what we got eh Seleana?. Thing is I could spend the next 20 minutes talking about your relationship with your wife, I could talk about how much I hate her and how much your little domestic spat being played out all on live TV makes me sick to my stomach. I could even talk about the kind of person you are behind the scenes, the sweet animal lover from Sweden by way of New Zealand….”

“I could talk about how, as a person I have no issue with you.; I think you’re a credit to wrestling and your family.”

“But instead I want to focus on why we’re here. Wrestling. See SCW has a lot of issues floating around and we have seen your whole domestic issue played out in public, I have no doubt this is stressful for you. But the truth is that when you get in that ring it all fades away. It doesn’t matter. And this week at Climax Control 230 you get a one on one shot. Live in long beach Seleana The Cat Zdunich against Alicia The strong style southern belle Lukas. And as I said...you earned this…”

“You should be the calibre of opponents I face. You should be the type of person who steps up and gets in the ring with me. You have this heart that very few people possess, you have a determination and an honor that we can all respect. And, you’re talented. You have a chance to beat me Seleana. You have the talent and the drive and the determination...it should be applauded and celebrated….but…..you’re still not walking out of here with the title…”

Alicia laughs to herself again and closes her eyes with a deep breathe.

”Just because you have talent drive and determination doesn’t mean you’ll beat me, I mean you CAN beat me, but you won’t. See, you look at title matches and track records and we can see that when a title is on the line you choke. And, hey it’s not your fault a lot of people have performance issues. Just look at my ex husband Chris Cane. Now when I hold titles, I hold them for a long time. WWH womens champion for almost three hundred days, never lost the Honor legacy title, longest reigning Honor women's champion. I lost to Dani Weston then immediately, this is what I do, Seleana, I win titles, I hold them and make them  wanted prizes. This title is already coveted so half my job is done, but I want to break Mikah’s record, I want most defences, I want my name to be as synonymous with this as it is with every other championship I’ve held…”

“For that to happen I can’t exactly lose it to you now can I?....”

“It’s a shame because if anyone deserves a Bombshells championship win, if anyone deserves a moment in the sun to prove just how good she is, well, it’s you. But I can’t let sentimentality impact me. I need to be the best, I need to show I’m the best and I will do that by beating anyone and everyone SCW puts in my way. At Blaze of glory, it’;; be Dani, Crystal and you, but this week in Long beach it’s just us Seleana. And I will respect you before, then after the match and I know, I KNOW you will put your entire heart and soul into this, I know how bad you want it and trust me...I know one day you will h0old this championship…”

“Just...not now, not for a long time and certainly not at Climax Control 230, not at Blaze of glory….I have plans, I have my whole reign in front of me….and I will be...champion…”

 Maybe in another life
I could find you there
Pulled away before your time
I can't deal, it's so unfair
And it feels
And it feels like
Heaven's so far away
And it feels
Yeah, it feels like
The world has grown cold
Now that you've gone away

Prologue-If I had a heart.

Maybe one day I would actually care. I mean really care. About those less fortunate. About those who needed to train harder hit harder, be faster. Those who had to compensate for a lack of natural ability. But the truth is natural ability and skills that are inside or DNA only get you so far. But if you take both, if you can harness someones natural talent and instill a need to compete. You get a monster.

Maybe one day I would actually care. I mean really care. About those that life stomps down and leaves behind. About those who had fallen on hard times and fallen. Who was unable to raise up under their own power. The ones who were beaten and held back. But weren’t strong enough to fight and win. To break the chains of bondage that held them down.

Maybe one day I would actually care. I mean really care….

If I had a heart.


Scene One-I feel nothing
Off Camera
Atlanta Georgia
Last Week

The house seemed so quiet. The large main parlor didn’t even seem to echo as it used to. Alicia looked around as her mother Barbara slid her sunglasses on and left, Zoey walked out of the room, her makeup smudged, her eyes red from crying. Zoey moved out into the parlor with her sister sitting down on a chair opposite her. Alicia just stared at her, wanting to say something but unsure of what to offer. Zoey was closer to him than Alicia was. There was a thick silence as Zoey took a sharp inhale opening her bottle of water to take a drink.

As she finished she finally noticed while she had been crying and in emotional pain. Alicia hadn’t been. Alicia’s face was blank and emotionless. She had not shed a single tear for James Maxwell, their biological father. ”You know you can cry right?. You don’t have to be a strong big sister.” Oh bless her heart. Alicia smirked and shook her head looking down. She had no idea how to work this, or why it would even matter. She was here for Zoey. not their father. But she needed something to distract Zoey from the lack of emotion. ”Have you started the funeral arrangements?. Did he leave any instructions in his will?

His will, that was a joke. Alicia knew damn well their father would not do the decent thing and put his last thoughts and wants to paper to make things easier for anyone foolish enough to actually care for him. ”He didn’t, I have no idea what he’d want. I don’t….Ali..help” It broke her heart, seeing Zoey like this. Zoey always put on the face of strength. She was 5’10, 160 pounds. She was bigger and stronger than Alicia. She took after their father more than she did too. But here they were, the older sister feeling nothing except pain at her baby sisters suffering. And an inability to relate. She reached out and laid her hand on Zoey’s shoulder. Zoey tilted her head and laid her cheek on Alicia’s hand.

A little more time passed as Zoey suddenly sat up straight and grabbed a handful of tissues. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose shaking her head at the same time. ”No, I’m not going to be like this, I need to be stronger, like you. He was your father too yet I’m the one crying like a baby.””That’s because she doesn't feel bad.” Josh’s voice cut through the room. Zoey and Alicia both turned to look up at their brother. The troubled “middle child”. But he was every bit like their father. He stood six foot eight, was naturally muscular, had long wavy blond hair and a beard. He dropped his bag near his sisters and turned to the small bar to mix a drink.

”Josh?..what are you..””Doing here?...I felt like saying a final goodbye to the old man, so I’m here to help with the funeral” Alicia raised her eyebrows, Zoey shook her head and got to her feet as Josh downed the whiskey stomping passed him. ”So you disappear for months and think you can just turn up now?. Last time I saw you was Ali’s wedding and that was seven months ago… He poured himself another drink and shook his head again downing it. Alicia still stayed silent. Her hands coming together as she sat back watching Zoey getting more upset and Josh staying just as blank and emotionless as she felt.

”You just turn back up and expect us to want you to help?” Josh shook his head and set the glass down before turning to Zoey, he reached down and gave a small pat to the top of his baby sisters head. ”The funny thing is you think she wants to help” He motioned towards Alicia who looked away, Zoey looked at them both one after another before scrunching her face up with a growl. ”You too?...what is it with this family?” Alicia could feel herself standing up and the words about to come out of her mouth, she could feel decades of anger. ”I’m sorry you lost YOUR father Zoey, I feel bad for you and I hate seeing you upset but you have to understand something.”

She stepped closer to her sister till they were face to face. Both of them with long blond hair, tanned and toned bodies, bright blue eyes. ”Jason walked out on me and Josh when we could still remember it. We know what it was like to watch him leave and not understand why. He may have been your dad and you may have been the apple of his fucking eye...but he was dead to us a long time before his body caught up/” Zoey opened her mouth trying to find the words, nothing came out and she just stood there looking at her siblings with tears in her eyes before turning and walking away.

Alicia sighed as her heart dropped. ”She had to hear the truth Ali” Her hand flew up with a finger in the air, she didn’t even turn to look at her brother. ”I don’t want to hear it, Josh…”

Scene Two-The Day he died for the first time/
Off Camera
Atlanta, Georgia
22 Years Ago

The day was like any other. The sun rose high in the sky, the smell of summer in the air as the heat in Georgia seemed to bake us all alive. I was five years old. Long curly blond locks, chubby cheeks. Every bit a mixture of my southern belle mother and my father. A rough and rugged wrestler named Jason Maxwell. He was seven foot tall, huge muscles and long blond hair. A smirk that was playful and boyish despite his age. A look my mother fell for, hook, line, and sinker. I don’t remember everything from that time. But I remember being happy.

I remember my mother being happy. I was the first born. The princess. Followed by my brother Josh and our baby sister Zoey. Josh was 2 and a half, Zoey was a newborn, maybe three or four months. I don’t remember exactly how old. I just remember the weird feeling. My mother for a time had been questioning my father on his choices. On what he was doing for the family. She had come from money, she gave that all up from the family to marry my father. A star-crossed forbidden love it seems. But times grew tougher….

The wrestling business as a whole had become stagnant. There was no money to be made in the mid-’90s and with three children my mother worried. She was scared and wanted Jason to find another job. My father was as stubborn as a mule. I suppose that is where I get it from. But I sat on the floor, the hardwood floor of the house we lived in. A small three bedroom affair, My brother and sister both have a nap, not that they would have remembered much anyway. All I remember was the yelling. My mother and father in the kitchen. My mother then telling him to keep his voice down once she realised I could hear everything.  

I didn’t think much of it that day.

It had become a little more regular than I would like to admit. The arguments back and forth, always over money and direction. Things that never held much weight in my mind. At the time all I cared about was my little brother touching my shit. But I heard the boots on the floor. My father stepping through the house. I remembered feeling different, weird. The vibe was all wrong and I was upset. He walked out of Josh and Zoey’s room, he walked over to me setting his bag down and picked me up sitting me on his knee. His eyes looked strange. Not the happy relief I was used to when he was able to see us, spend time with me and actually be a father away from the traveling circus life of professional wrestling.

A life I myself now subscribe to and endure and love. In a way, I understand why he left. Why the last I saw of him for 20 years was his back. His large silhouette moving out our front door with a bag in his hand. My mother angry and shaking her head hiding the tears and keeping them back and away. He loved the life. He loved the feeling. He loved the rush. At the time I thought he was just leaving for work. That someday my father would walk back in the door as if nothing happened. Give me a hug, tell me he loved me. But that day didn’t come, not for 20 goddamn years.  

And when it did, I felt happy, I fell for the lies, I fell for the bullshit. I let him back in only for him to walk out time and time again, and over the last two years, I have had to deal with that fallout. The feeling and knowing that my father is a failure as a man, as a professional wrestler, as a father, and as a grandfather….. And now he was nothing.

Scene Three-I am SCW now
On Camera
Washington, D.C
Present Day

”I’ve been waiting months to be able to say and do this.”

Alicia smiles wide and adjusts her shirt straightening it, she slides her hair into place and she takes a deep and slow inhale and exhale before laughing under her breath.

”Mercedes Vargas. I told you so”

She smiles again, her lips coated in a deep red lipstick twist up and show her almost perfect white teeth, her blue eyes sparkle as Alicia seems to bounce a little as she moves.

”I told you years ago, the second I got you in the ring, one on one, that we’d find o0ut who was better. And the entire time we were both in Honor you were able to pick up cheap wins over me. Tag match wins when I had eliminated the entirety of your team and was tired. Mayhem survival “wins” that weren’t actually wins and bullshit DQ’s. But when push came to shove, when the ending actually mattered which one of us stood tall Marcy?. I took the Honor title off you, I waved it around and all you could do was meekly put a hand up and say…”

<Fake Mercedes Voice>“But, but you never pinned me…..”</Fake Mercedes Voice>

“Well, gee willy Mercy, I took your championship and you were too scared to face me, I wiped out your pathetic little group that you built up around yourself. Then I came here, to YOUR turf, to the company where YOU are in the hall of fame. I stepped in YOUR ring after you had thrown out all that bullshit on Twitter. And I pinned you. Kind of makes your little tantrum seem even more childish now right?. You know the one?. Where a certain management representative said “Alicia is SCW” and your little panties..or rather..depends got all twisted up?”

“Cause let’s face it. With that win, and what I am capable of and what I am going to do?...I am SCW…”

Alicia flashes that grin again and pulls up the Honor wrestling championship adjusting it on her shoulder with a laugh to herself.

”I know that seems loaded here but, with Honor and SCW merging and with the matches looming to unify titles I think it’s important to realise that Honors past is now SCW’s past. I am an SCW employee and wrestler and while I love the lineage and records I have broken and hold in Honor there comes a time when that company needs to be fully absorbed and laid to rest. And at Inception III that is what is going to happen. I’m not going to sit there and have this “us vs them” mentality. See I like Jesse Salco and it honestly doesn't matter if she considers herself to be more “Honor” than “SCW”. Cause right now, this is the company we work for. And Jesse is a very talented woman and she is also someone I respect immensely and I know I can rely on her. I know that I will do my half of the world and she will do hers. I can’t say that about everyone….”

“But, our opponents in this match have to realise something. See Sam Marlowe and Dani Weston have been impressive in SCW and I will get to them but they know Jesse Salco. They know Jesse Salco is an impressive woman who can go in that ring. They have seen her win and defend a championship in Honor and inside the SCW ring. So it should send a little shiver down the spines of Dani and Sam when they sit back and realise the title Jesse holds, I made famous.”

“The Honor Wrestling Legacy Championship is tattooed with my name on it no matter who holds it. I had it for over a year and the only reason I don’t have it over my shoulder is that I had to give it up. I had to hand it back to management because I beat Mercedes and won “the big one”. But for almost 400 days that title was mine. I even defended it against Jesse so, Jesse Salco is a great opponent, competitor, and partner. But she isn’t on my level. And sad to say. Neither are you two…”

Alicia smiles and shakes her head leaning back holding the Honor wrestling title tight against her body.

”I mean, the current Roulette Champion, Samantha Marlowe is a name here. Sin City knows you and knows what you can do. Three-time Roulette Champion, two-time Bombshells champion, a Mixed Tag Champion with Caleb storms. Damn Sam, what a resume. I’m impressed and doing that is not easy. But even with all this knowledge, even with being able to look at your past and nod in approval. You’re still not someone who can or will step to me. See I have given people respect and props for what they’ve accomplished here and I will do so. I’ve watched past SCW shows and I will always admit it’s a thrill to be in the same company where Roxi Johnson once rolled and was a champion.”

“But, Sam, you’re not going to believe what you see when I step in the ring.”

“All the hype about me sweetheart is real. You traded the SCW bombshells title back and forth with Crystal Hilton and Mercedes. Two hall of famers who can’t and won’t be good enough to lace my boots let alone live up to what I’ve accomplished. You’re probably going to go on to Inception and face Jesse, putting that pretty belt you won off of Evie Bang on the line. And when the dust settles one of you will hold a brand new title having both histories under it. So, Sam, what that means is, if you do happen to beat Jesse at the supercard, you will technically hold a title that includes the history of me being the most dominant champion and professional wrestler on this planet….congratulations honey….I’ll give you a rub without doing anything…”

“You can thank me later”

Alicia chuckles again and sighs rolling her eyes shaking her long blond hair out.

”And someone else who should thank me is Dani Weston. You should be thanking me for wanting to defend the Honor title and remind everyone what it means instead of just coming straight for you. It has bought you an extra month or so for you to call yourself a champion. And it’s funny cause I kind of thought this would happen. Eventually, the top female champion in SCW, that would be you, would have to face the best champion who was coming into the company. That would be me. And since you hold the SCW...argh..Bombshells..title that means you are “the best” here.”

“And looking at you, I can’t help but be disappointed.”

“I was excited Dani, I was pumped to step into this company after hearing and seeing so much about it from Jesse, Delia, Crystal, and Mercedes. These women were the best this company had to offer and...and...I beat them. Easily. I am one of the best professional wrestlers on the planet Dani and I want to face the best but all I see from you is constant complaining and whining on social media. And fluke your way to holding that piece of gold on your shoulder. Now, we have a few weeks till this supercard. If you want to hold onto that title till then, then I hope you realise what you have to go through…”

“Then again, you get a small preview this week. At Climax Control 223 you and Sam will get in the ring with myself and Jesse. And while the three of you have been successful here and built careers the sad truth is that I’m the one who is going to be remembered. I’m the one who is going to be looked at as the best, as the star, as the goddamn G.O.A.T. You will know what it’s like to step in the ring with the best of the best. All your champions would fall to me and I am the most complete female wrestler in the world today and that may be looked at as a goddamn boast but I have the track record to prove it. People have always doubted me and hated me, this is not anything new to me. And I have made a career out of proving everyone wrong and shoving it down their throats. And I’m coming for blood. We are not the same, say the fucking name.”

 Prologue-The Hunger

It’s hard.

Living up to that potential people see in you. I understand it. See these days if the name Alicia Lukas isn’t at the top, if the person behind the name and actions isn’t going for a title or holding a title then I’m a failure. I’m not living up to that potential that people say they see in me. That kind of pressure and attitude helps me thrive, But it still weighs on my mind

Especially given my past.

See when I first got into all of this, when I started training, my first matches, hell my first year there was no expectations or light of potential. I was left alone, I was an afterthought and there was no pressure. No future to speak of. No one telling me that I should be doing better. Most people would miss that feeling, the one where you’re not a failure while still winning matches.

There’s an addiction. I chase big matches and championships like a vampire chasing a vein. I feel the need to push myself and face the best. When others see mountains they either yell at it to try and make it seem like a hill, so when they conquer it the anticipation and luster are gone. Or, alternatively, they look at the mountain...and walk around it….

I look for a way to knock the fucker down.

I look for a way to stand in it’s broken rubble and raise my fist in the air.

Some say that is a detriment, I get myself in situations I can’t win. But then, I do. But when something happens and I stumble at the last hurdle. When I fall and start to pick myself up and people pull out the usual trump card. No pun to the president intended.

They talk about me as if I’m done.

As if one loss will define me.

One failure will end me.
‘
But what you all seem to fail to comprehend, is that losses, failures and the like starve me. They stop me from getting my goals and stop me from feeding that hunger I have and my ego. So when you push me, when you talk about me as if I’m not the best goddamn professional wrestler on this planet today. Well…

That just makes me want it even more….

I’m still a champion, I’m still a destructive force and now. Well, now I have a new carrot to chase. And you should all be fucking terrified.

Scene One-The night before
Off Camera
Atlanta, Georgia
6 Months Ago

The hotel room was in shambles. The covers pulled off the bed. Clothes were thrown over furniture. The half-naked snoring bodies of five different women laid all over the place, the floor, the bed, one of the girls was upside down on a chair. Alicia smiled looking at her friends with a small shake of her head. A few shot glasses sit on the table. Two her right her mother Barbara sits with her arms crossed over her chest looking less than impressed. To her left Alicia’s 21-year-old sister Zoey. Alicia slides the shot glasses either side of her in front of them. Barbara gave a loud tutting noise showing her disdain.

Zoey laughed and shooked her head as she and Alicia picked the glasses up, Barbara rolled her eyes and shook her head before Zoey broke the silence. ”Come on Mom, we’re celebrating Ali’s last night as a free woman.” Alicia laughed to herself as Barbara seemed to groan under her breath “Her name is Violet, and yours is Rose, I don’t care for these “stage” names.” Both Alicia and Zoey sighed deeply and looked at each other before raising the glasses higher. Barbara took the glass and raised it up looking even more annoyed as Zoey took over.

”To new beginnings and a future with happiness.” They hit the glasses together lightly and downed the clear liquid. Alicia smirked as Zoey closed her eyes and pushed out an awkward almost painful looking breath. Barbara stuck her tongue out and shook her head as Alicia poured another shot for each. A few of the girls stirred as Zoey sneered mumbling “lightweights” in a low register. Alicia overhead the remark and snickered before pushing the glasses out again. “To making smarter choices!” They downed the shots again with similar results. This time Alicia could feel the sting of the vodka as it moved down her throat. After a few moments, Barbara leaned over grabbing the bottle of Grey Goose pouring the shots. Zoey and Alicia slowly looked at each other Zoey shaking her head in shock as Alicia laughed.

They picked up their glasses. And Barbara who seemed more inebriated than raised the glass first. “To our family, and my sexy new son in law” Zoey had already started to drink, the words causing her to spit out the vodka with laughter. Alicia’s eyes widened as Barbara took her shot and sighed. “At least I’m invited to this one” Alicia shook her head as Zoey gave her sister a pat on the shoulder. Alicia’s heart dropped as she knew exactly what her mother was referring to.

“Mom I, I’m sorry and the whole thing with Chris was a huge mistake. I was confused and I was stupid and I let him talk me into getting married.”  There was an awkward silence. Alicia poured another shot and took it down as Zoey did the same. Barbara stared off into the distance and then slowly looked at her daughters. “You found a good one Violet. Are you nervous?” “Terrified” Zoey laughed to herself shaking her head pushing up to her feet, towering over her older sister and their mother, looking more like their father than their mother. Her large arms and broad shoulders showing a natural size and athletic ability few had.

“What’s so funny?” Alicia chuckled too after asking the question titling her head. Alicia was shorter than Zoey, a little smaller but also athletically gifted and strong. “The hell have you got to worry about or be scared about Ali?” Zoey seemed almost annoyed at her sisters fear and trepidation. Alicia didn’t answer and Zoey smiled lightly. There was a silence in the room as Alicia bit her bottom lip before hearing her mothers voice cut through it, a small slur still there after her increased vodka intake. “Zoey is right dear”

Alicia and Zoey slowly looked at each other shocked their mother would use one of their “stage” names over their birth names. That of Violet for Alicia and Rose for Zoey. Barbara turned and smiled warmly another different sign. “You are successful, you have two beautiful sons and tomorrow you will be marrying a man who treats you like a queen, who loves you and unlike every other man that has come into your life will not humiliate or use you. Can’t even say that about your Father” “Mom!” “oh hush dear I know what I’m talking about.”

Alicia can’t help but laugh as Zoey rolled her eyes. Zoey was always more protective of their father Jason. Alicia had a strained relationship with both her parents. Their brother Josh was a mama’s boy, Zoey was daddy’s little girl. Alicia though, she was her own women. She had been since she walked out on her abusing teenage relationship, one that her mother was partly responsible for. Barbara got to her feet and put her hand on Alicia’s shoulder patting it lightly before walking across the room opening up the door to her suite.

Zoey looked through the fridge and pulled out a few beers putting them on the table sitting down to pop them open before leaning back on her chair, legs akimbo, hair a mess, her nose piercing shining from the light above. “You know she’s proud of you right?” Alicia couldn’t help but laugh and shake her head picking up her beer taking a sip before running a hand through her long blond hair. “I guess” Her reply seemed to anger Zoey who leaned forward suddenly and tilted her head. “I’m not blowing smoke up your ass Ali, she’s proud, she blames herself for all that happened to you if she’d known;” “Stop”

She interrupted Zoey putting her hand up and shaking her head with a deep sigh. “I don’t blame her Zo, and I don’t….” She paused and tried to calm herself, her hand sliding away from the open beer. “My life turned out great. If I hadn’t have gone through all I did I might not have Michael, or the boys, or my career. I’m happy Zoey. But I’m also tired and drunk…” “Fuckin Lightweight” “Blow me.”

”Language!”

Scene Two-Pipebomb? Nah Atomic Bomb
On Camera
Phoenix, Arizona
Present Day

Her fingernails tapped lightly on the faceplate of the Honor wrestling championship. Her long blond hair was loose flowing down her shoulders and back. Alicia Lukas rolled her eyes and shook her head slowly before laughing to herself under her breath.

”Here we go. My first “pre-tape”. I mean I can’t really say this is my first promo since I went out there last week at Climax Control and ran my mouth. Before being basically ignored by the entire “bombshells” roster. Now that can be looked at in two ways. Either they don’t care, which, let's face it, would be a HUGE mistake on their parts, or they’re scared. And that is the theory I honestly think is most likely. See unless you’ve been living under a rock for the last, two years then you know who the hell I am. My name is Alicia Lukas.”

“I started my career in Japan getting my ass kicked week in and week out in a dojo where they made it very obvious they didn’t want me there. I cleaned toilets, I begged and pleaded and took abuse until they saw fit to train me. I had to earn respect there and I became a star. I traveled all around Japan and then Europe before coming home to the United States. I had expected to find a wrestling scene thriving. I had expected to find like-minded hard-hitting athletes. I joined Honor Wrestling and went to their Developmental Division called Legacy. I dominated them all. I ran through that whole place like a hot knife through butter and became the Legacy Champion before Honor shut down.”

“I went from there to WWH, the same thing happened. I put my finger in every single chest I could find, I laughed in their faces and again I dominated the entire Women’s division. Again another place where they called us “Bombshells”. Seems like the more things change the more they stay the same. But I dominated there, I went back to Honor and I was the queen of that company. Hell, there is a preview up for this show right now that tells you all you need to know. I had a handful of losses and most of them where in Tag team matches.” Alicia scoffs. ]Color=Pink]”But hey, I know what some of the SCW “bombshells” are thinking as well as some of you idiot fans who have been sipping on the kool-aid too long.”

“This is SCW, why should we care?. Well, that would be because some of your “best” tried to dethrone me, beat me, and failed. Delia Darling, Crystal Hilton, Kate Steele, Jesse Salco Mercedes Vargas. Some of the “best” in Honor are also the “best” here.[/Color]

She laughs to herself and adjusts the Honor championship on her shoulder with a smirk.

”It has been over 600 days since I looked on my shoulder and didn’t see gold. The 30th of January 2017 I walked into a WWH event, became their women’s champion and revolutionized the company and the division, a few months later I went back to Honor and was the Legacy champion, the championship Jesse Salco now holds, a title I NEVER LOST. I have gone from strength to strength to strength and then I got word Honor wrestling was merging with Sin City.”

Alicia clears her throat and raises her eyebrow throwing her hands in the air with a nervous laugh.

”Not going to lie, I was angry, I was confused and the future was uncertain. But Brooke Saxon promised me with this merger Honor champions and titles would be kept intact for anyone staying. I felt like I owed it to myself and this championship to come here and for the most part, I was happy seeing that Jesse defended her title. I say “her” title but let’s face it, she never beat me for that. It’s still MY title. And then with Shinjiro signing and defending the male counterpart and hearing rumors of Mickey’s possible next opponent it just seemed like it was all true. Until, I saw that apparently, according to people who write previews for the show and who keep records, my title reign “ended” at 161 days.”

“Ended. So the titles being defended on SCW wasn’t a hint that maybe, just maybe I was still a champion?. It seems like people don’t want me to walk around holding this championship and defending it in SCW. Part of it would be because they know I will outshine them and the SCW “bombshells” champion Danielle Weston. But really Dani should really hope SCW does keep its word and allow me to keep going with this, cause if I don’t….”

She raises her eyebrows and shrugs.

”What championship do you think I’ll set my sights on?. Wouldn’t that be grand?. Wouldn’t that be amazing?. To have Danielle Weston against Alicia Lukas?. That match could main event any show around the world. Because of me. See I don't just bring a great record and a championship with me. I bring what is known as the big fight feel. Which is why I’m so shocked that I have been placed in the opening match….”

“My debut, something that should be promoted and celebrated. Something that should be screamed from the damn rooftops is being thrown together like an afterthought and my title isn’t even on the line, meanwhile, Jesse and Shinjiro get to defend there’s and Mickey is openly applauded as a returning hero and champion. But for me?. The opening match against a woman named Parand Ara. Someone who was in SCW returned for a Blast from the past tournament and then has done...nothing. She isn’t a former champion, she isn’t a big name. She’s just a lamb being led to the damn slaughter.”

“Maybe that’s what SCW wants. Maybe they want to see just what I do against someone like you. See Jesse and Mercedes and a few of the other women?. They know what they can do. With me, it all seems to be myth and legend. Am I really that good?. Am I as dangerous as people say?. As talented as my record suggests?. Well, Parand. Yes, I am. Unfortunate for you because now you have to step in the ring with me and try and overcome those odds. Make no mistake, you’re the underdog coming into this. You’re a crash test dummy. Being used as a shining example and light to the rest of the locker room to show just what I am capable of. There is a silver lining though. Years from now your name will live on in trivia contests around the world when they ask “Who did Alicia Lukas beat in her SCW debut?”. So you can thank me for that….”

She scoffs and sits the Honor championship down in front of her.

” Climax Control 220 will represent a shift in the women’s division here in SCW. Women like Mercedes and Crystal and Danielle will all be looked at as a step behind me like they should be. I’m not just some pretty little blond tart who stumbled out of some second-rate wrestling school to use this as a springboard to some movie career. I’m not a failed movie star or model like two of the women I mentioned. Parand, I am a professional wrestler and a damn good one. I can could my losses in one on one matches on one hand and normally when I have lost it had been due to other people. I’m a force of nature, a career assassin. I’m one of if not the best in the world. And hey you might put up a great fight, you’ll scratch and claw, you’ll throw punches and try everything in your power to step in that ring and make your name relevant by beating me but in the end all you’ll do is stare up at those lights while the realization hits you that everything I have said, all the arrogant callouts, the cocky nature...it’s all earned...cause I am that damn good….”

“It all starts in Phoenix, it all starts with you. And this event will be called the rise, of Alicia Lukas.”