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The Thorn in their sides
Hotel
Brussels, Belgium
Whoa, what a rush that was despite what the Wolves of Gheimhridh might believe, we almost had them. The win was just within our grasp, so close we could taste it. We will meet again and next time, I know Miles and I will take those titles. Though, I need to give it some time, maybe with some relaxation and a bit more work we will win next time. I don’t think that either of them understand just how close they were to losing their beloved Mixed Tag Championships. That’s the thing though, like I said, close only counts in horseshoes and handgrenades.
It’s not over, I fully plan on being the thorn in their side, until they give us another shot. Bank on that. Kayla and Finn, you keep saying you wont face us again. But you can’t choose when that happens. Just know that every show, every defense, I will be there. I plan on studying every damned move that you both make. We found a chink in your armor and well, you both know what happens next time we are in that ring together. Those titles will be ours. Come hell or high water.
And Miles, I’m so proud of what we did out there. We showed them that their days are numbered. It’s only a matter of when. I’m sorry I couldn’t get back in there in time to stop the pin. I did everything I could. I hope you rest up and come back ready to tear them apart, once and for all. We both know we had them on the ropes. They had to take it to a new extreme to beat us. What do people do when they are backed into a corner, they attack. And attack they did. But we showed them that no matter how hard they come at us, we come back harder. I can’t wait until we get another chance. Next time, no holding back on either of our parts right. We hurt them if we have to.
You all are probably wondering what happens next for me? Well, I move on. I keep pushing forward no matter what happens now. I keep striving to put on one hell of a performance of a lifetime every time I go out to that ring. I’ve never been one to lay down and take defeat. I push through the pain, the sadness and the anger, and I come out the other side. I continue to fight, even when it seems that all the odds are against me. No matter what challenge I am given next. I don’t care if it’s the Bombshell Roulette Championship, The Bombshell Internet Championship or even, the Bombshell World Championship, I will go after whoever the competitor is, be it champion or not. I’ve heard through the grapevine that I’m already slated to face off against Andrea Hernandez. Someone who I’ve been keeping an eye on. Let’s just say, I’m excited about the match, the prospects that it brings with it.
Sometimes I wonder if anyone’s even reading these blogs anymore. Or is it possible I’ve become nothing more than a passing commodity. Someone people look in on when they are feeling bored. Either way, I’ll be here as much as possible, giving you all insight to my mind. Even if no one is reading this, at least the words will always be there.
Xoxo,
Alexandra Calaway
Saying Goodbye
DFW International
Dallas, Texas
Alexandra and her family arrived at the airport. She had told her daughter she could come with her. Alexandra would have to take her daughter with her, even when she went to cut her promo. It wasn’t going to be easy, but it’s nothing new for her.
“Thank Mika for driving us to the airport. Now this one gets to go on the trip to Stockholm with me.” Alexandra laughed, ruffling her daughter's hair, who huffed about having to leave with so little of summer left to enjoy.
“I’m only going because I want to go to Sweden Mom. I wanted to stay here for the rest of the tour.” Ashlynn huffed a bit. “I love you, but it’s summer vacation.”
Alexandra smiled at her daughter’s mild protest as they walked through the airport, pulling their luggage behind them. The hum of the airport was a comforting background to the nervous energy buzzing inside her. Touring with Sin City Wrestling was always an adventure, but this time, it felt different. Maybe it was the fact that she was bringing Ashlynn along for the first time. Or maybe it was the pressure of balancing motherhood and wrestling, something she had mastered but never truly found easy.
Mika stood beside them at the check-in counter, her hands tucked into her pockets. He smiled at Ashlynn’s little attitude, a fond expression on her face. "Stockholm's gonna be great, Ashlynn. You'll be glad you went. And you get to watch your mom kill it in the ring."
Ashlynn rolled her eyes but smiled a little. “Yeah, I guess.”
Alexandra ruffled her daughter's hair again, earning another huff. "Come on, Ash. It'll be fun. Besides, you know how much I love having you with me. And Sweden? It’s not just about the tour. You’ll get to see new places, learn new things." She looked into Ashlynn’s eyes, understanding her plight, softening her tone. "I know it’s summer vacation, and you’d rather be with your friends, but I need you with me on this one. We’ll make the most of it, I promise."
Ashlynn’s frown lessened a bit, and she shrugged, her teen attitude softening under her mother’s gaze. “Fine, but only because it’s Sweden. And maybe we can see some cool stuff before you go all wrestler-mode. Are LJ and Miles going to be there?”
Alexandra smiled, relieved. “Deal. We'll hit up the tourist spots before I start throwing people around.” She winked, standing back up and stretching her shoulders. “And besides, you’re getting a lot more out of this than if you stayed home. Think of it as an adventure. Sadly, no, they aren't.”
Mika leaned over, placing a hand on Alexandra’s shoulder. “She’ll come around once you land. Stockholm’s beautiful this time of year. I’ll miss you both though.”
Alexandra gave Mika a quick hug. “Thanks for seeing us off. And for holding down the fort while we’re gone.” She glanced at Ashlynn, who was busy scanning the crowd of travelers. "At least you get a break from us for a while."
Mika laughed. “Yeah, like I’m gonna have any peace with Damien and Atticus hanging around. You take care of yourself, alright? Don’t get too caught up in things.” Her voice dropped a little, concern threading into her words.
She met her gaze, the weight of the tour already pressing in on her. "I’ll try. But you know how it goes."
Se nodded, understanding. Alexandra always put everything into her matches, and that meant pushing herself to the limit. But she wasn’t alone now. Ashlynn was with her, and that meant she had to balance her fierce drive with something softer, more cautious.
They made their way toward the security line, and as they neared the checkpoint, Alexandra crouched down again, pulling Ashlynn into a quick, tight hug. “You ready for this, kiddo?”
Ashlynn sighed, but there was a glint of excitement in her eyes. “I guess. Just… don’t embarrass me, okay?”
Alexandra smirked. “I make no promises.”
After clearing security and heading toward the gate, Alexandra found herself glancing at Ashlynn every few minutes, a warmth filling her despite the chaos of travel. It wasn’t easy, juggling wrestling and being a mother, but Ashlynn was growing up so fast. Alexandra wanted to make sure her daughter knew she was always a priority, even when the world of wrestling demanded so much of her. They arrived at their gate and settled in to wait for boarding. Ashlynn immediately pulled out her phone, burying herself in a game while Alexandra glanced at her emails. Promo plans. Logistics. Interviews. The tour was already starting in her mind, even if they hadn’t taken off yet.
Ashlynn looked up from her phone and caught her mother’s eye. “Are you nervous?”
Alexandra blinked, taken aback by the question. “Why would you think that?”
Her daughter shrugged. “I dunno, you just look like you’re thinking about a lot of stuff.”
Alexandra hesitated. Should she tell Ashlynn the truth? The pressure was always there—the need to perform, to win, to be the best, but now, with Ashlynn in tow, it felt heavier. But Ashlynn didn’t need to worry about that.
“A little, yeah,” Alexandra admitted, keeping her tone light. “But it’s nothing new. Just the usual. Once I’m in the ring, it all falls into place.”
Ashlynn studied her for a moment, then nodded, satisfied. “You’re gonna do great.”
Alexandra felt her heart swell with pride and love. “Thanks, kiddo.” As the announcement for their flight echoed through the terminal, she stood, extending her hand to Ashlynn. “Ready for our adventure?”
Ashlynn grinned and took her mother’s hand. “Yeah. Let’s go see Sweden.”
Alexandra and her daughter make their way to the desk and down the skyway, to board their long flight to Sweden.
Being Followed
Stockholm Observatory
Stockholm, Sweden
The ancient halls of the Stockholm Observatory echoed with the sound of Alexandra’s footsteps, her boots tapping softly against the stone floors. The building was dimly lit, the aged light fixtures casting faint golden glows that barely illuminated the intricate details of the old wooden walls and brass railings. The air smelled of dust and history, of nights spent gazing at the stars. Something Alexandra did on a normal basis, no matter where she went in the world.
Alexandra wandered through the main hallway, her eyes lingering on the faded star maps and the antique telescopes on display. Alexandra trailed her fingers over the glass casing of one, her thoughts far from the present. She wished Miles or LJ were with her—Miles with his quick thinking and LJ’s steady presence would be reassuring. But they weren’t. Alexandra had traveled to Stockholm with just her daughter this time around. She knew that they would have a great time together and her daughter would get to visit somewhere she hadn’t before.
Except… something was wrong.
The feeling they were being followed started just a few minutes ago. A faint shiver ran down the back of her neck, the prickling sensation of being watched. At first, she ignored it, chalking it up to nerves or the eerie quietness of the old observatory. But now, it was unmistakable—someone was following them.
Her pace quickened, so her daughter did as well, as they passed through the narrow, winding corridor that led to the observatory’s dome. Alexandra cast a quick glance over her shoulder. Nothing. The corridor behind them was empty, the dim light casting long shadows, but no figure emerged from the darkness.
Still, that creeping feeling remained. Someone was there other than her. She couldn’t see them, but she had that feeling like someone was staring at her. She stopped suddenly, forcing her breath to slow, forcing her heart to stop hammering in her chest. Listen. Look. She took a look around them trying to find the closest exit. Spotting it she took Ashlynn’s hand.
The silence was heavy. For a moment, there was only the stillness of the old building, the weight of years pressing in on her. Then, there it was—a faint sound. A footstep, light and careful, almost in sync with hers. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Alexandra turned her head slightly, her gaze scanning the edges of the hallway. There were old displays set into alcoves, dark shadows filling every corner, but she couldn’t see anyone. Whoever it was, they were staying just out of sight, moving only when she moved. The fingers of her free hand tightened around the strap of her bag. She had to stay calm. No panic. Not yet. Keep it together for Ashlynn’s sake.
Taking a deep breath, they continued, this time more slowly, trying to act like she hadn’t noticed anything. If they thought she was unaware, maybe she could catch them off guard. The narrow hallway opened up into the observatory’s main dome, a vast circular room with a high ceiling and an enormous telescope in the center. The walls were lined with bookshelves and cabinets, full of old instruments and charts. Still she couldn’t shake the feeling.
She walked into the middle of the room, with Ashlynn next to her, the dome rising high above them, its open ceiling revealing a patch of the night sky. The stars above were cold and distant, indifferent to her rising unease. Alexandra spun on her heel, her eyes sweeping the entire room. Again—nothing. The door she had come through creaked slightly, but no one emerged from the shadows.
"Who's there?" she called, her voice echoing off the walls. It sounded small, vulnerable, and she hated how it made her feel. She waited, tense, listening for any kind of response. Silence.
Ashlynn turned to look at her mom. “There’s no one here but us Momma.”
Alexandra looked down at her daughter, smiling softly. Even though her fingers flexed involuntarily, itching for a weapon she didn’t have. Why hadn’t she brought something? She hated this—this feeling of being on edge, of not knowing where the danger was coming from.
A soft creak came from behind her.
She whirled around, her heart pounding. A flash of movement in the far corner. It was quick, too quick to make out, but something—or someone—had just ducked behind the large telescope.
Alexandra’s pulse raced. Should she confront them?
Her instincts screamed at her to take Ashlynn and leave, but she wasn’t one to run without knowing what she was up against. She forced herself to take slow, deliberate steps toward the telescope, her body taut like a wire pulled tight. The dim light from the dome cast long, eerie shadows across the floor, making it harder to see into the dark recesses of the room.
When she reached the telescope, she held her breath, peering around it, half expecting to come face to face with something—or someone.
But there was nothing.
Her heart thudded in her chest. She was sure she’d seen something. Her eyes darted to the shadows again. Maybe they’re toying with me.
Suddenly, the floor creaked behind her. This time, closer.
Alexandra spun, her breath catching in her throat. Still nothing. But the feeling—that thick, suffocating sensation of being watched—it was overwhelming now. She was sure of it. Someone—or something—was in the room with her, hiding just out of sight, watching her every move. Ashlynn noticed her mom’s actions and moved closer to her.
“Mom, what is it?” Ashlynn looked around as if she was trying to see someone or something in the direction her mom was looking.
“It's nothing darling, just relax.” She could swear that she heard someone.
She took a step back, her back brushing against the cold metal of the telescope. The room felt smaller now, the vast dome above offering no comfort. Her hand instinctively went to her pocket, searching for her phone. She shivered pulling it out, but with her hands shaking it was hard to dial anything.
Her heart pounded louder in her ears. She took another step, this time towards the exit, when a low creaking noise filled the room—the door she had come through slowly closing. She ran to push it open, pulling her daughter close and out the door before it shut for the night. The two quickly leave the area and head back to the hotel. At least there, they were safe, right?
Right?
FADE TO BLACK
Sweet Dreams
Djurgården
Stockholm, Sweden
Being in Stockholm was like something out of a fairytale. The homes and shops, the food, the atmosphere. It was all too wonderful, everything there was beautiful. She walked along the gardens, enjoying every inch of the view. She took a few more steps before stopping to look at the camera in front of her.
“Loser, dead weight, old, past her prime. I’ll end your dreams. I’ll end your career. I’ve heard it all, time and time again. But it still remains the same, I win some, I lose some. It doesn’t matter either way, because I’m still here. I go out to the ring, I fight, every single time I’m booked. I don’t play games and bullshit around when it comes to my legacy. I bust my ass and I keep doing what I’ve been doing for the last twenty four years. Its time to fight back from those losses, to claw my way back to the top.”
Alexandra now locks eyes with the camera, her expression sharpens, and her voice takes on a hardened tone as the tranquil scenery of Stockholm contrasts with her fiery words.
"You think you’ve got me figured out? That my time’s up? Let me make one thing perfectly clear – I am not defined by wins or losses. I am defined by the fact that I am still standing. The fact that after every beating, after every so-called ‘failure,’ I walk back down that ramp with my head held high because I’ve earned the right to be here. I’ve bled in this business, I’ve sacrificed for it, and I’ve survived longer than anyone ever expected me to. I’ve worked over and over, countless times."
She takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly as if summoning the energy for what's next.
"They said I was done years ago, but here I am – still standing, still fighting, still proving everyone wrong. I don’t need to prove anything to you or the next person who steps in that ring with me, because when that bell sounds, you’ll know exactly why I belong here. You? You’ve got something to prove. You talk a big game, you throw every insult you can think of, but words don’t win matches. Heart does. Will does. And that’s something you can’t take from me."
Her voice grows deeper, filled with conviction.
"You see, this isn’t a fairytale for me. This is reality. This is everything I’ve given my life to, and you think you can just waltz in and take it away because you’re younger, faster, stronger? You are just coming back after all, just returning after a small break, isn’t that right? Maybe you are capable of beating me, but you won’t break me. You can hit me with everything you’ve got, but I will still stand up, time and time again, because this isn’t about one match or one night. This is about legacy."
She smirks, a slight glimmer of challenge in her eyes.
"So you can call me a loser, past my prime, dead weight... whatever makes you feel better. But when we step into that ring, when that bell rings, and you realize that I’m not just some stepping stone on your journey, you’ll understand why I’m still here. Why, no matter how many times they’ve tried to bury me, I keep rising. I am not afraid of losing. I am not afraid of pain. I am afraid of nothing."
She smiles at her daughter, who’s standing just off camera, being there to see her mom’s match first hand. Everything she did was for her.
“Andrea, we have a ring waiting for us, let’s not make these fans wait. I’ll be waiting for you. I’ve been watching your last few matches. Congrats on the win against Seleana. I’ve been there and done that a few times over. She has a lot of my respect. The woman is a lot like me, she doesn’t back down and she keeps coming, no matter what you throw at her. So that’s got to be a big win for you. But that’s where it stops my dear. From here it’s all me darling, win or lose, it’s MY name they will be chanting.”
She steps closer to the camera, her face now dominating the frame. Alexandra’s eyes narrow, a smirk tugging at her lips as she steps closer to the camera, her tone cold and deliberate.
"Andrea, let me get something straight right off the bat—you’ve had a nice little run, haven’t you? You beat Seleana, made some waves, got people talking. Well, congrats. Seriously, I’ve been in the ring with her more times than I can count, and every time, she brings a fight. But beating her? That doesn’t make you special, sweetheart. That just makes you next. You see, you think you're the future, that you’re about to push someone like me out of the way because you’ve got youth on your side. You’re faster, maybe even stronger. But this ring? This business? It’s about more than that. It’s about the strength of heart. And that’s something you can’t just train for or fake. That’s something you have to live through, bleed for, sacrifice everything for."
Her voice grows sharper, cutting through the tranquil atmosphere around her.
"You’ve got all the arrogance in the world, Andrea, and you really think you can walk in here, stand toe-to-toe with me, and just take what I’ve spent the last twenty-four years earning? Nah, sweetheart, it doesn’t work like that. You might have the crowd on your side, you might have your moment, but the difference between us is I’ve been in that ring time and time again, facing people who’ve said exactly what you’re saying now. They all thought I was done. They all thought they could take me out. But look where I am. Still standing. Still fighting. Still proving people wrong."
Alexandra pauses, a steely glint in her eyes as she leans forward, voice deepening with intensity. You can tell she is more than a bit fired up. She’s ready to face off against her opponent and get another mark in the win column for her. She was focused more so than she has been in a very long time.
"So you can bring everything you’ve got—your speed, your attitude, your ‘I’m the future’ mentality. Bring your insults, your cockiness, all the things that make you think you’re untouchable. But when that bell rings and we step into that ring, Andrea, you’ll realize real fast that I’m not like the others. I’m not a stepping stone on your journey. I’m the roadblock that’s gonna show you just how far you still have to go. Because no matter what happens, no matter how many times you knock me down, I get back up. I always get back up. And that, my dear, is something you’ll never be able to break. See you in the ring."
She flashes a final, knowing smile before turning her back, the Queenslayer jacket glinting under the lights of the garden as she walks away, taking her daughter's hand.