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A very visibly looking blonde paced back and forth across the concrete floor. She had no less than paced that tiny waiting room floor a hundred times over. Looking up from the concrete tile every so often to look over to the door. Still no sign of the person she had been waiting on. Back to looking at the floor and pacing more. She was growing more and more uncomfortable. Thankfully for her own sake though, she heard the door open and she looked up.
Aleesha found herself coming through that door and into the waiting room. Looking a little out of it from a mental aspect. But she was in good spirits other than that based on the smile spread across her thick lips. Fable wasted no time rushing over to her. Tucking a few stands of her blonde hair back behind her ear and looking into Aleesha’s eyes. Like she was trying to get some kind of answer without any words being shared, but it was no use.
FABLE: Well... ?
Aleesha just looked at her still smiling, but she didn’t exactly say anything. However to be fair Fable didn’t give her a chance before she was already speaking.
FABLE: Err hello? Earth to my girlfriend? Are you going to give me the four-one-one here?
ALEESHA: You know I don’t know what it is. But for the last year - almost - of taking these impact tests. This one for some reason had me the most stressed out. I wasn’t comfortable. I just didn’t feel right going into it.
FABLE: Is this some kind of bad omen or something? Is everything alright or not?
ALEESHA: Impatient aren’t you?
FABLE: A little bit. Yeah!
One thing about Fable is she was very self aware. Something that made for some pretty unique and comical moments for their relationship.
ALEESHA: I’m fine. I’m better than fine. I passed every single test with flying colors. No more concussion. No more concussion like long term symptoms? I guess it's what it would be. I’m cleared to do anything and everything I was doing a year ago. It’s such a relief!
FABLE: That’s fantastic! I am so happy for you, babe!
ALEESHA: Thanks love. It’s just a lot to take in right now. A lot to process and to even think about. So much of my life had to change this past year. I’ve grown to just deal with it. I’m not sure that I can or even want to go back to how things were a year ago.
FABLE: What do you mean though? I mean yes. There were some things that changed, but nothing that is so dramatic that you should have to worry about going backwards.
ALEESHA: Except once it’s out and about that I have finally recovered. Everyone is going to be calling for a return to wrestling. And I don’t know if I want that for myself. Not anymore anyway.
This was meant to be a moment where she got to rejoice in finally being a hundred percent better. However, being the realistic human that she was. She knew what was going to come and it wasn’t something she was looking forward to. Because it was going to take away from being able to celebrate. It would take away from her just finally feeling free for a change.
FABLE: So, don’t say anything?
ALEESHA: Excuse me?
FABLE: Like I said. Don’t say anything. You don’t owe anyone anything. People don't need to know the ins and outs of your life, Leesha. They never did. And I get it. I did the wrestling thing too. We get wrapped up in it and think we do owe the fans something. But the reality is we don’t. We deserve to keep some things to ourselves, you know.
ALEESHA: What you are saying makes sense. But you also know that we are under a microscope at all times. There’s always someone out there doing a deep dive and looking to get the first scoop in order to leak something out there into the world. I just think what you are proposing is a lot easier said than done.
FABLE: I don’t think it is. You’ve been out of the limelight now for about a year. You don’t have that much contact with people even in the business. And you’ve had no contact with your previous bosses. This is going to be easy to keep between us.
ALEESHA: I guess. I don’t see how, but I’ll take your word for it. All I know is I don’t want to have people asking me the same question every week. Nor do I want my email flooded with people asking me for appearances and shit. I just kind of want to live life the way it is now.
A small shrug consumed the tattooed shoulders of the woman.
FABLE: And you will. I can make you that promise, but enough about what ifs. No more talk about stuff that doesn’t matter. It’s time for a celebration and that calls for amazing food.
ALEESHA: And even better beer?
FABLE: Of course. Ever better beer!
ALEESHA: You’ve always known the way to my heart!
A warm smile came over Aleesha’s lips. Fable wrapped her tiny pale hand around hers and began to lead her out of the doctor’s office. This was an amazing feeling. To know that she had truly recovered and would no longer have to deal with all the things she had been dealing with for a year now. It was a weight off her shoulders and now she could live life the way she wanted. But little did she know it wouldn’t be long before that itch came back!
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“ LIFE CHANGES ”
Diary Entry #13
November 15th, 2024
Life...
It really does know how to throw you through a loop you know? Sometimes it puts you through some of the most trying times. It’ll sometimes put you through things that make you second guess yourself, question every decision you ever made, and make you lose faith within yourself. That is what life put me through back in September of last year.
I was on top of the world as a young wrestler. I had an undefeated streak. I had eyes on me. I had people talking about me. Now whether it was good or bad, that doesn’t matter. Point is I was the subject of conversation. Sin City Wrestling as an entire company saw good things in me. They saw a bright future in me. And to top it all off, I had proved I belonged by capturing the Bombshell Internet Championship.
Everything was looking up for me and then... Kim Pain returned. Took a bottle of wine. Blasted me in the back of my head. On the shelf I went with a severe concussion. It’s the name of the game. It’s part of what we do. Especially in a contact sport, but that concussion was worst than anything I had ever experienced before. Light bugged my eyes.
Every time I got up to move around. I felt dizzy and sick to my stomach. Those migraines that roasted for hours. Sometimes even days. Every part of me ached in ways that I didn’t think possible. Now at first I was hopeful that I would be back in the ring in a couple weeks time. On average a concussion can last for days to weeks. Depending on how serious it is.
But days turned into weeks. Sin City Wrestling had no other choice but to do what was right for the company. They stripped me of the championship because I was unable to compete and couldn’t do my job in defending it. As much as I understood. That was a blow to my ego. As well as further putting me in a bad place mentally combined with that confusion.
Weeks turned into a month. It took one month for me not to have a headache. One man to not feel like I was going to puke. But still I felt off. I felt weak. I felt fraile. I couldn’t pass a concussion test. That turned into months of being like that. I wasn’t finally cleared to even do light workouts in the gym until January of this year. That was nearly five months later.
And that was just light workouts. I didn’t get a chance to start doing heavy lifting and feeling more and more like myself again until the end of February. Early March which at that point I kinda accepted that professional wrestling was behind me. It sucked and I felt like a complete failure at life, but the reality wasI didn’t know if I’d ever be cleared for that type of physical contact again.
On top of that. I had lost all confidence within myself. Even if I had gotten cleared, I didn’t think I had it in me anymore. I didn’t think I was as good as I once was. I didn’t think I could go out there and compete on the same level. I didn’t think I’d be able to perform at the level I once did. That and while I don’t blame SCW or anyone that works there. But it was clear they had moved on from me.
I was just an afterthought...
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“ Please come on in. ”
Those words were spoken by the always charismatic Mark Ward. He stood there holding his office door open with Aleesha finding herself walking through said door. Taking just a few steps into the office and finding herself taking a seat in a chair that sat right in front of his office desk. Mark found himself closing the door before taking a couple steps over to his chair and sat down across from her.
MARK: Miss Jones. It’s been quite some time since we’ve had a chat. How have you been?
ALEESHA: It has been a while, but I’ve been alright. Took me a long time to feel alright from a physical and mental aspect, but we’re finally there. On the right track. Thanks for asking.
MARK: Of course. You were once part of SCW. I like to think of almost everyone that is a former Bombshell or Superstar family. Even if they move on. Although your case was a little different with the concussion and all. I take it that’s finally on the mend as well?
ALEESHA: It is. I finally passed all concussion protocol testing and impact resting back in August.
MARK: Oh?! Back in August? That’s the first I am hearing of this. We could have had ourselves a conversation a little earlier had I known.
ALEESHA: That was kind of the point. I intentionally didn’t let the world know what was going on when I was cleared. I didn’t exactly want to have that conversation with you or any wrestling company for that matter. No offense or anything.
Her expression was genuine at least with her words. She wasn’t trying to be offensive. Looking over at Mark, she just watched him nod his head a little bit.
MARK: No offense taken at all. People are allowed to live their lives however they want. We would have just welcomed you back in the fold if that was an option back then. But, that brings us to the now. You have been trying to get a meeting with me for a few weeks. What’s on your mind?
ALEESHA: Well, first of all. I know you’ve been a busy man. So thank you for taking the time to take this meeting. Can’t imagine what its like to be in your shoes. You know with running day to day operations of the company to gearing up to get back in the ring for the first time in ten years. Pretty impressive if I do say so myself. I am sure you’ll put on one hell of a show for the fans.
MARK: Thank you. It’s been a little bit of a struggle to manage things back and forth. But I am making it work. Looking forward to putting this behind me so I can focus back on the business side of things.
ALEESHA: I can understand that, but the point of this meeting. I had the last year off from the ring. That concussion messed me up for a long time. But not just on the physical aspect. However also on the mental aspect. I was sure that I didn’t have it anymore. I didn’t think I could compete at the level that I once did. And then you know I kind of just saw how the company moved on from me. I was such an afterthought it wasn’t even funny.
MARK: All due respect. What did you expect us to do?
ALEESHA: No no! I am not blaming you or Christian. You guys have a business to run. You had to do what you had to do. No ill feelings towards yall by any means. But seeing that and with what I had going on with my own mental struggle. I just assumed I was done.
She allowed herself to just shrug her shoulders a little bit about the situation at hand.
ALEESHA: But back in September. I started watching wrestling again. By the end of the month I was back in the ring. I was loving the feeling of being in the ring. I was feeling motivated again and feeling confident in my abilities. To the point I thought maybe I wanted to do this again, but I was still a little hesitant. I didn’t know if I’d fit in. All that jazz but then a few weeks ago. You guys announced the Bombshell High Stakes Rumble.
MARK: Ah yes! One of our newer ideas. It’s been talked about quite a bit over the last few weeks. Looks like after all these years. We still know what we’re doing.
ALEESHA: You sure do, and I really started to think. Maybe that’s the best place for me. Maybe that’s my way to get my foot back in the door. Maybe that’s the perfect chance to see what I am made of and to see if this is something I can still do after all. But I can express my interest. However it’s still a matter of if you’ll have me.
MARK: For starters. I don’t know why you would even think that we wouldn’t have you. After the year you had in 2023. You showed you were very promising and had a chance to be one of the faces of our Bombshell division for years to come. And secondly, we did open it up to the entire wrestling world. You don’t have to be under contract with us. If you want to show up and show what you are made of.
ALEESHA: I just don’t want to be one of those people. That only comes around or only wants to be part of something when there is something on the line. Like, the championship match doesn’t even mean much to me. It’s a nice little perk, but really all I want to do is see if I got it in me. I just want to see if I can compete at a high level. I want to see if I can still thrive in Sin City Wrestling.
MARK: Then it sounds like to me. You already know what needs to be done.
For a moment there was just a little bit of silence between the two. Mark letting a bit of a grin cross over his lips with Aleesha nodding to herself a bit.
ALEESHA: I guess you’re right in that sense, Mr. Ward.
MARK: Mmmhm. Look forward to seeing what you bring to the table on the 24th.
Following those words Mark stood himself up from his chair. Aleesha doing the same as she reached across the desk with her hand. Gently, Mark grabbed a hold of her hand and gave it a shake. That mutual understanding and feeling embraced is what Aleesha needed. With the handshake ending Aleesha went ahead and made his exit from the office. With the future being bright, it was time to buckle down to make sure this wasn’t a complete and utter let down.
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“ LIFE CHANGES II ”
Diary Entry #14
November 15th, 2024
But as much as life can knock you down like it did me for over a year...
Sometimes life can be really fantastic too. Sometimes it puts you on the right path. It puts you in a situation to achieve anything and everything you ever wanted. It puts great people in your life. And sometimes, just sometimes it provides you with a second chance on something. A redo if you will and that’s what I feel like has been presented to me.
After being cleared. No more issues. No more confusion. No more feeling sick all the time. Like I said I didn’t want to go back to wrestling. I was an afterthought and I didn’t believe in myself, but that lasted for a few days. Then I started watching a little bit of wrestling here and there. Seeing what some of my friends were doing. Seeing how much the business has evolved in just a year's time.
And as I should have expected. It sucked me right back in. it made me feel like that little girl that was watching with my grandparents. It made me feel that love for wrestling that only a fan could feel. So what did I do after that? I decided to get back in the ring. Just for the sake of it. Just to see how I felt. Just to see if I even had it in me to do anything anymore.
Like a fish to water. I took to it and fell further in love. Every time I hit the mat for that bump. Sure it hurt, but it was like the adrenaline shot I needed. Every time I hit those ropes as hard and as fast as I could. Yes, it drove the wind out of me. But it was something that my body had been craving and I didn’t know it until that moment.
The little bit of locking up I did with a couple of old friends. It brought that competitive nature out in me. Made me just want to slam them down and leg drop them. It was such a rush, but once I felt that. Once it confirmed to me the love for wrestling was still there. Once it appeared to me that maybe just maybe I might still be able to do this. That’s when I knew what I needed to do.
Had a sit down meeting with Mark last week. We ironed out a couple things. Enjoyed a nice conversation and when that meeting was over. I had a short term deal with Sin City Wrestling. By short term I mean at this moment. I have only signed a deal to compete in one match, with the possibility of a second one. Depending on the outcome of the first.
No one knows it yet, but I decided to throw my name in the hat for the Bombshell High Stakes rumble. Of course everyone entering the rumble is only doing so with the intention of earning themselves a championship match on the Christmas show. I can’t say I fault anyone for taking their shot at this and taking a shot at an essentially free championship match if they can win, but that's not why I am entering.
No, I am tossing my name in it. Because I know the amount of people that will be in the match. Because of the amount of talent that will be in the match. From the best talent this place has to offer to the lowest of low with talent. I’ll experience all of it and everything in between. I’m entering the match because it’ll test everything about me and my abilities.
From the physical aspect of things. My pain tolerance. My endurance. My cardio and my actual skill in the ring. It’ll also test me from the mental and emotional aspect of the game. These situations aren’t meant for the weak nor should they be. But in taking this challenge on, in throwing my name in the hat. There’s only two outcomes.
I either fall flat on my face and show the world that I don’t have it anymore. I get my ass handed to me and I get tossed over that top rope with ease. Or I prove to be just as good as I once was. I add to what was already an impressive undefeated streak. I pick right back up where I left off with this roster and this company from a year ago. With a championship match as a Christmas gift to myself.
Get ready ladies. Mother is coming home!
xoxo
ALEESHA
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The sunset was starting to take place over the Tucson skyline. Something about the mixture of seeing the desert along with those bright colors of the sunset just made everything look so beautiful. About that time there was the sound of boots hitting the desert’s ground. Cameras cutting over to the left low to see the boots kicking up dust. With a slow pan upwards, it was revealed that the person in those cowboy boots was none other than ALEESHA herself. She smiled real big while looking at the camera before her.
“ Hello ladies! Have you missed your mother?! ”
Reaching up with her light purple colored nails and tipping the cowboy hat she had on. All before she yanked it off and just tossed it to the side out of the camera's view.
“ High Stakes is right around the corner which many of you already know. After all the talk of the locker room from what I hear is the Bombshell High Stakes Rumble. So many of you have already thrown your name into the hat and that’s not the ones that were already confirmed to be in the match to begin with. Not that I am surprised by any means. This was kind of one of the things about the Bombshell locker room when I was here a year ago.
A lot of you didn’t want to actively work for anything. A lot of you didn’t want to stand on your own two feet and earn opportunities. A lot of you would just stay in catering and go on social media to bitch about how you weren’t booked or given an opportunity. Only to end up getting trolled for looking like an idiot. You know exactly who you are boo-boo. But that’s fine. If this is how you want to go about things. No one can tell you otherwise. Just don’t be surprised when it doesn’t go your way at all. ”
She let a little grin cross her plump lips. Aleesha was in a bit of rare form with her sarcasm, but it had been a long time coming for her. There were a lot of things she needed to get off her chest.
“ In case it hasn’t sunk in yet. I’m here to let you all know that I’m throwing my name into the Rumble. I will be there live next Sunday and I’ll be setting out to prove myself in a big way. But before you bitches jump on the ignorant train and start trying to use my words against me about your petty asses not wanting to work for anything. Let me make one thing perfectly clear. I didn’t go through everything I went through for the last year for you to try and smear my name.
Nor did I decide to throw my name into the Rumble just because there’s a future championship match on the line for the winner. I don’t mean this to be disrespectful, but I can honestly say from the bottom of my heart. I don’t care about the championship match. It’s a non factor for me. It’s not the thing motivating me, not even in the slightest. Sure, if I win. I’ll take the opportunity like anyone else would. But, it isn’t the thing I crave. Not like ninety percent of you in this match.
No, what I am craving is competition. What is motivating me is to see where I stand after a year away from the ring. The very thing that's making me throw my name into this thing is the fact that for better or worse the Bombshell Division here in Sin City Wrestling can at times bring some of the stiffest and most diverse competition. I get to experience the people that shouldn’t have wrestling contracts to begin with, but I also get to experience women that should be THEE champion because of how good they are.
It’s about the challenge for me. It’s about making me dig down deep and seeing what I am truly made of. Very easily I could have come back and had an ego like a good portion of our roster has. I could have bragged about how I was undefeated my last go around and demanded based on that I get put in a high profile situation. I could have come back, thrown my weight around, and demanded a rematch for the championship I never lost.
There were a lot of things I could have done, but I took the route that I thought would be the hardest. The one that was going to test me the most. The one that was going to really make or break me. Because if I am being honest with you. Right now, I do not know what this return means. I’m only here for the Rumble. And if I can’t be at my best, then I don't deserve to be here long term. However, if I do surprise myself. Then maybe there’s a future where I’m back full time. ”
Aleesha found herself just nodding her head a little bit. Her tone was pretty genuine and could help paint the picture of how things would go. However she was realistic and being realistic meant she understood there were going to be people that didn’t like her. There would be people that didn’t believe her. And there would be people that would be gunning for her the entire match. That was just the name of the game and something she had to embrace.
“ Based on my presence and being in the match itself. That’s going to be triggering to some of you. It’ll upset some of you. It’ll make some of you feel some type of way. Ultimately putting a target on my back. That’s fine. That’s just how this kind of thing works out from time to time. I have to deal with that. So let it affect you. Let it make you lash out. Cut your little promos on me and trash me all you want. It’s your right to do so, but understand something very important.
Understand any slick shit you let escape your mouths. You gotta see me in person when that rumble takes place. And when you see me face to face you better be prepared to throw some hands. Cause if not I’m going to dog walk your ass all across the ring. From ring post to ring post. Until I feel good enough to toss you over the top rope to the floor. So keep that in mind. Any bullshit you let come out of your mouth. You’re eventually going to have to fight.
And as much as some of you are going to want the ammunition for the future. There’s no reason for me to single any of you out. No reason to go down the line one by one. No reason for me to talk about Woman A, B, and C. That is boring and is a waste of my time. Hell a waste of everyone else’s time if we’re being honest here. I said my peace for now. You know why, I'm entering the match. You know what my purpose is and what I’m after. It’s up to you to stop me. ”
Such a nonchalant shrug left the woman’s shoulders. That wasn’t meant to slight anyone or disrespect anyone, but people would take it how they wanted. She let her eyes settle on the cameras once again. Letting what would be her final words be told.
“ Heathen Hours are upon us ladies. So, let’s get ready to Rumble! ”
With the cameras being right there on her face. Again that smirk crossed her plump lips as she offered up a wink. Those words were as powerful as they could be for now, but she would have to follow her own advice. Words didn’t matter, but actions did. The fight would be here before she knew it and it was up to her to back up everything she said. Aleesha found herself walking right out of the frame of the camera leading to recording coming to an end.
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Today was the day. High Stakes was officially here. All those that have been working their asses off to have their moment at the biggest event of the year. It was going to be all worth it for those. And for others, it was a chance to start over. A chance to write a new chapter in their book. That’s exactly what it was for one Aleesha Jones.
In a very tight fitted black dress with heels to match. Aleesha dragged her suitcase against the concrete pavement while walking out of the hotel. She found herself stopping right in front of the long stretched limo that was parked on the curb. Handing over her bag to the driver as he opened the back door for her. Aleesha picked up the end of her dress a little as she climbed into the back with the door shutting.
Looking forward, she finally made eye contact with the cameras for the first time. Her black lipstick covered lips spread into a slight smile. Allowing herself to address them.
“As I prepare for my return. I can’t help but look at the women that I am set to share the ring with. Each and every single one of them has some type of resume. Some are more impressive than the others. Each and every woman in this match serves some kind of purpose. They might not have the same purpose as they think they do, but still they have a purpose. And as I look at every single woman of them there is a certain level of competition than they bring to this Rumble.”
About that time the driver side door could be heard closing. With the driver firmly behind the wheel and rolling up the window to give Aleesha some privacy. She felt the slight movement with the limo pulling off the curb to begin the journey towards the TCC Arena.
“Without the sake of sounding like a bitch. But at the same time I am someone that’s going to call it like I see it. You’ve got your low competition in this match. You got the competition that shouldn’t even be considered competition. You got the women that are confirmed for this Rumble that aren’t going to make much of a difference at all. They’re essentially just another body to be tossed over the top rope. Again, not trying to sound like a bitch or trying to discredit folks. I am simply going with the facts.
Because please tell me in what would Harper Mason and Cassie Wolfe are considered to be true competition. In what world are they considered to be a legitimate threat to the Bombshell division. In what world exactly does anyone have it on their bingo card that one of them will go the distance to become the Bombshell High Stakes Rumble winner. I can’t wrap my mind around it. Not when I and so many others barely see a step above someone like Bea Barnhart.”
For a brief moment she found herself shaking her head to side to side.
“And I know that’s going to trigger an Elon Musk machine fueled rant. Because that’s what they do. They complain and complain. They bitch and bitch. They cry and cry all over twitter. Week in and week out. They forever use that app to put their foot in their mouths. Then when they end up getting mocked, made fun, or just when they end up generally being proven wrong. Shown the error of their ways if you will. They got radio silent until the next time they decide to go off.
Maybe if you two weren’t as delusional as you are. Maybe if the two of you didn’t have these unjustified egos. Maybe if the two of you actually learned to buckle down and learn from your mistakes. Then maybe that’s when people would see you as a threat. Maybe that’s when people would start giving you the respect you blindly think you deserve now. But I don’t see this ever happening. You got your heads so far shoved up your own flat asses it’s just sad.
I mean for crying out loud Harper. How long have you been here? Over a year now? Something like that. Can you name one true moment that defined you? Because if I were to take a deep dive into your history. I’d be willing to bet there isn’t a major win on your record. You’ve most likely loss more than you won. There’s no championships to your name. No major achievements. No major accolades. Over a year here and you’ve done essentially nothing. Meanwhile when I was here the last time.
In just three months time I had championship gold around my waist. Just a little stat for you since you like to try and always discredit people that actually have some motion. And what about you Cassie? What have you done around here? You know aside from throwing a fit on twitter when no one wanted to take you up on your open challenge when you first came here. See, that’s the thing about the internet Cassie. Once it’s out there. It becomes an archive. It’ll forever be there. Always something to reference to.
Oh wait I forgot. You actually have a win that has some weight to it. Unlike Harper. Not that long ago. You defeated Luna Paslino. That’s going to be a win, you ride until the wheels fall off. You’ll bring it up over and over and over again. You will be nothing more than a broken record. But let’s be real at the same time shall we Cassie? Deep down you know that win was a fluke. Deep down you know you got lucky. And deep down you are regretting the rematch because you know what’s going to happen.
Unfortunately for you, Cassie. Because I know it was a fluke and because I know the truth about who you are. That win doesn’t impress me. Not even in the slightest bit. It’s not enough to change my view on you. It’s not enough to see you as a threat. It’s not enough to make you give you any credit. The only thing about you that makes me excited is knowing at some point we’re going to encounter each other in that ring tonight and when we do. I’m going to toss you out. Look forward to seeing you cry about it.”
Aleesha’s smirk found itself spreading a little more. She wasn’t out to make friends, especially not with the likes of them. If it made her a hated person. Then so be it. She’d embrace it. Looking out the window for a second to see that they were starting to pull on the freeway. Before looking back at the cameras.
“Crystal and Selena Zdunich. Ladies, you’re very much in a similar category when it comes to low level competition. To which kind of pains me to say when it comes to you, Selena. Considering at one point you were the World Bombshell Champion. The highest achievement we can get in this company as a Bombshell. Sure, it wasn’t a long reign. But you got there and that speaks volumes. That earns you a certain level of respect if you were to ask me.
And of course over the years. You’ve done countless other things. However, it’s safe to say sadly that you’ve peaked. In the last couple of years. You’ve done nothing of true importance. Nothing of true significance. You’ve been nothing more than a punching bag for this division. Every bit of stock and value you once had has been buried so deep because of what you’ve allowed yourself to become. There is no reason for me to believe that you are going to be a threat to me.
No reason for me to believe you’re suddenly going to find yourself. Experience some kind of rivalized resurgence. No, that’s not how this works. That’s not what the real world is. Instead the reality is you’re going to stand in front of me. I’m going to rock your jaw and then I’m going to scoop you up off the mat to throw you out of my ring. Trust me when I tell you, I wish that there would be more to our encounter than what’s going to happen. But I am realistic. I know what to expect
As far as your wife is concerned. She’s about as useless as they come. Somehow more useless than Cassie and Harper. Somehow more useless than Bea Barnhart. I’d throw her in the same category of Prudence Piece and Diamond Steele. All three of them are poor excuses for wrestlers. They’re unmotivated, uninspired, and shouldn’t be taking a spot from those that want to be better. Believe me when I tell you, Crystal. You get froggy in this match and I’m going to drop you where you stand!”
There was a certain level of spark and excitement in the eyes of Aleesha. She had truly begun to find that confidence in herself once again. She found herself looking out that window once again. Getting lost in seeing the TCC Arena off in the horizon as they were getting closer to the building. At that moment she felt the butterflies in her stomach. This was becoming more real by the second.
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Flashback to September 2024
Only one single light was on in that entire building. It was the spotlight. Big enough to light up the entire ring and that’s exactly what she had needed. Aleesha was drenched in sweat as she hit the ring ropes with everything she had. Feeling that burn across her shoulders where the rope had hit. Carrying herself to the other side of the ring and hitting those ropes.
As she was coming off though, she launched herself into a tiger roll. Rolling right back to her feet and planting her feet. However she didn’t plant them the correct way. Becoming visibly and audibly frustrated with herself. Letting it out with just a single word.
ALEESHA: Fuck!
She took her hands and brought them to her face. Rubbing them harshly against it for a second. Trying to clear all the sweat that was dripping down her face and getting into her eyes. When she removed her hands from her face. The spotlight wasn’t the only light on. Instead the entire warehouse was lit up. Aleesha looked around for a second and then immediately was startled causing her to jump back.
ALEESHA: Jesus Christ! Where the hell did you come from?!
Her words were being directed towards the person that had startled her. The man that had trained her and gave her that first big break in the business, Calvin Harris. He stood there looking up in the ring at her. Shaking his head a little bit.
CALVIN: Well this is my building. This is where I teach classes.
ALEESHA: Maybe next time let someone know you’re coming. So you don’t cause someone to have a heart attack. My god.
CALVIN: Maybe that’s advice you should be following. Not like I expected anyone to be here at six in the morning. Especially not someone that hasn’t been here in years.
ALEESHA: You told me to keep a key in case I ever needed it. Well, turns out I needed it.
CALVIN: I see that...
About that time he reached up to grab the middle of the ring and helped pull himself up on the apron. Once he stood up, he wiped his feet off on the mat, and then swung his left leg over the rope. Ducking down and getting into the ring. His arms folded across his chest as he stood in front of her.
CALVIN: Not like you to have your basic footing off. The fundamentals were something you always excelled at. What’s the deal?
ALEESHA: Well this is the first time I stepped into a ring in a year. That concussion I went through caused so many issues. Kept me side lined for so long. I’m only about two months off of being cleared to compete in contact sports.
CALVIN: That still doesn’t answer the question, Aleesha. Yes, you went through all of that. But this is like riding a bike when you do get back in the ring. You don’t look like yourself at all. Not just with the fundamentals. I can see it in your eyes. You look scared.
ALEESHA: That’s because I am!
She felt a little lump in the back of her throat when she answered him. For her to admit that she was scared took a lot out of her. With everything she had been through in life. All the ups and downs. It really helped mold her. Made her grab life by the horns. Made her form confidence in herself and never be scared of anything, but in this moment she was very much afraid.
ALEESHA: I am scared that I can’t do this anymore. At one point, I didn’t want to do it anymore. Like I said, the concussion lasted so long. All the health issues that came with it. That sucked the life out of me and made me fall out of love with wrestling. Then when I got cleared and started watching again. It gave me that spark I’ve been missing. But the moment I stepped between those ropes this morning. I knew I wasn’t myself anymore and I don’t know if I can be. Maybe this is a mistake.
CALVIN: A mistake? No, the only mistake you are making right now is allowing doubt to even creep into your mind. If this is something you want to do. If this is something you truly want again. You can do it and you can do it with ease. There’s not a lot of people I would say that about, Aleesha.
ALEESHA: I don’t know about all of that.
CALVIN: Well, I do. You were the very first student I had graduated from this school. I had three classes before you came along. None of them made it through. For a multitude of reasons, but they didn’t make it through. Then the class you were in. You were the only one to soak the information up like a sponge. You were the only one to get those fundamentals down to perfection and with ease. You became better than I ever thought you would and I’m glad that you did.
She stood there in the middle of the ring listening to every word he had to say. Still after all these years, she just didn’t do well with him complimenting her and singing her praises as a wrestler. But that had everything to do with her having always been her own worst critic.
CALVIN: If that drive is coming back. If that passion is still deep in there. If just watching a wrestling match brings a spark out of you. Then there’s no doubt in my mind you can still do this. You just need to get out of your head and decide what your goal is. Are you just wanting to prove you can do this again? Are you wanting to be the wrestler you were before? Are you wanting to still compete at a high level and make an impact on this business?
ALEESHA: Yes, to all three of those. I want to see if I can still do this. I want to be who I was before. After all, I was just finding my place in this business. I felt like I was on top of the world and felt like I was making an impact on this business. And of course, I want to still be able to compete at a high level. Anyone that enters this business should always want that for themselves. I just don’t know if I can do it. And even if I can. Where do I go from here? I can’t go back to SCW. I failed in front of everyone.
CALVIN: You failed?! Because you got hurt and needed to step away?!
ALEESHA: I failed because they put stock into me. They wanted to see me do great things. I had a chance to redefine the Bombshell Internet division and I dropped the ball in doing so by getting hurt.
CALVIN: That’s fucking nonsense and you know it.
She watched him shake his head. More so paying very close to the tone of voice he was using. He meant what he was saying and was standing on business. There wasn’t any way she would get him to see it the way she did.
CALVIN: I am not even associated with them anymore. Not since my own injury, but I know if I wanted to come back. They’d welcome me with open arms. Just like they would do with you. They don’t see you as a failure because something that’s part of our business took place and something you couldn’t stop from happening. Not when they see failures every single week. There are people there every week that just make a complete fool out of themselves and I’m sure it has the men running that place questioning why they even made the decision to hire them.
ALEESHA: There’s a couple of people that come to mind right away.
CALVIN: And so do I. So, the way I see it, Aleesha. They could use someone like you coming back into the fold. If this is something you truly want for yourself. Take the time, get that confidence back, hammer down those fundamentals, find yourself in this ring again, and then make the call. Do I make myself clear?
ALEESHA: Loud and clear, coach.
CALVIN: Glad we could have this conversation!
Following those words he found himself backing up towards the ropes and then climbing back out of the ring. Once on the apron he dropped down to the floor. Taking a couple of steps away from the ring heading for the office area. Aleesha backed herself up in the corner and took a look at the middle of the ring. Taking in a big deep breath but before she could do anything. He caught her attention again.
CALVIN: Oh and before I forget. Don’t blow yourself up too much. Class is in an hour and since you’re here. I’ve decided you’ll be joining us today!
The smirk that spread across his lips as he kept walking. Aleesha knew that she was in for it now. He was going to put her along with eleven others through the ringer. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise. Maybe it’s what she was going to need to feel like she could wrestle again and could compete on that high level. Maybe this could lead to her having that phone call and trying to come back into the fold. Or maybe she’d end up being the failure she thought she was. Only time would tell.
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Sitting there in the locker room. Aleesha found herself pulling her boot up over her foot. Those laces are as loose as they could be to make it as easy as possible. Her heart was thumping so hard and she felt like she had just received an entire shot of adrenaline. The moment was getting closer and closer. Finding out what she was made of was right around the corner. With the boot on she looked up for a second.
“Earlier I was talking about the levels of competition in this match. I was talking about the purpose that each woman served for the Rumble. Lots of disappointment all across the board. But it isn’t all bad. Not at all. There are some bright points to some of the women I will share the ring with.”
She then reached back down and put her attention back to those light colored purple boots. Pulling on the string to start to lace them up.
“Alexandra Calaway. She’s one of the bright points to this match. A woman that I have never had the privilege to share the ring with. As well as a woman that I can see having a very bright future around here. Brighter than just being regulated to being in the Mixed Tag Team division. Brighter than just being considered a fixture to the Bombshell Roulette division. I look at you, Alexandra. I see you being a woman that has the ability to main event a High Stakes in the future. I look at you and see you as a woman that can compete with the stiffest competition SCW has to offer.
I look at you and I see you as a woman that will one day reach the pinnacle to become the World Bombshell Champion. Winning this match would without a doubt be a step in the right direction. It could be the stepping stone to making all your wildest dreams and fantasies come true. However, sadly for you. Right now isn’t your time. And I say that, not just because I am in this match. But I say that because I can see right now you’re not mentally or emotionally prepared to be taking a step in that direction. There’s some things you need to learn first.”
Taking that last few seconds to pull those laces tight. Before tying them and then tucking the ends inside her boots. Her eyes came back up to see her reflection in the mirror in front of her. At this point she was about as ready as she could be.
“First lesson you need to learn is to stop letting people get to you. People are going to be trash human beings. There are going to be people that talk shit about you. They’re going to make baseless claims. They’re going to do anything they can to get under your skin for the sake of having an edge. I have seen it time and time again. You get worked up over what they have to say. I have seen you out there trying to defend yourself at any single turn. I have seen you become emotional over these things.
And this isn’t the business for you to be getting emotional in. Something you should already know. You’ve been doing this much-much longer than I have. But sometimes you just need that reminder to bring you back down to earth. I have had plenty of people shit talk me. I’ve had plenty of people make baseless claims about me. I have people make me a target and try to get under my skin. I didn’t react. I didn’t defend myself. I didn’t go on some crusade to clear my name.
Nah, instead I let them do what they felt they needed to do. Because there was going to be a time and a place where I’d meet them in the ring. That’s when I showed them that there are consequences for running your mouth. These hands stayed Rated E for everybody. I let all my talking go down with those people inside the squared circle. They learned their lessons the hard way. Something I know you’re capable of. You’re far more violent in the ring than I could ever be. Start tapping into that.
And the other lesson you need to learn. Stop trying to be friends with everyone. Stop trying to be respectful to everyone. Stop trying to keep things peaceful with certain people. I’d assume that being the type of hardcore bitch that you are. That’s not how you would carry yourself. But again I have seen it. I have seen your eagerness to be friendly, to be respectful, to be accepted, and the sad reality is. For this business that’s not how it works.
Not everyone deserves to be respected. Not everyone deserves to have peace brought to them. Not every person deserves friendship. Like I already said there are some real trash ass people that exist in the world. They deserve nothing but bad things to happen to them. For how they decide to carry themselves in life. Once you get that through your skull. Once you can tap into who you are at your core. Once that sadistic ain't afraid to bleed woman comes out. Then you’ll achieve all you want but not tonight!”
Following those words, Aleesha found herself standing up from the chair she had been sitting in. Taking a few steps over to the locker room door and opening it. In just staring down the hallway, she could feel herself becoming nervous within seconds.
“And of course there is the element of surprise with this Rumble. There’s a very good chance someone is going to walk out there tonight that’s going to be a major surprise. It’s going to shake the foundation of this division. Might even shake the foundation of the company. It could be a major return. How cool would it be to see someone like Misty come out of retirement? A woman that set the standard for what a Bombshell should be. A woman that quite frankly had it not been for her. Who is to say that we would even have a division to compete in? She meant that much.
Or maybe someone like Devona or even Amber Ryan. Two women throughout this company’s history and throughout wrestling history in general. They have always been at the top. They have always been peak competitors. They have always been women you inspired to be like and inspired to learn from. I would leap at the chance to share the ring with them. No matter how long that did or didn’t last. Just to be out there with them, to be able to mix it, and to be able to see where I stood against certified legends. It would mean more than I could ever put into words.”
She had already started to walk out of the locker room. That nervous feeling setting in a little more. Her knees were a little weak. This moment was something she never thought would happen again. She thought her career was over. Now she has been given this second chance. Cameras staying right there with her as she continued on.
“Maybe there’s a chance that Tempest will finally show herself again. Head to that ring and show why she’s always been a dominant force in this company. Go out there and just rag doll any woman she can get her hands on. Selfishly that’s what I want. For no other reason than I have always viewed Tempest as my dream match. I have always thought there was magic to be created with the two of us standing across the ring from each other. I have always viewed her as someone that would be my biggest threat, my biggest opposition, and someone that would force me to dig down deep. If this is something that happens. I truly will be a dream come true.”
Finding herself stopping just in front of the gorilla position. The loud roar of the crowd could be heard. They were certainly ready for the event to finally get under way. Considering the Bombshell High Stakes Rumble was the first match of the night. There was no doubt it would set the tone and give the people what they were asking for. Aleesha letting her eyes fall onto the cameras.
“There’s so much that could happen. So many women that I could encounter. Bodies are going to be flung around. People are going to be sent over the top rope and on their asses. Many of our Bombshells are going to have their hearts broken. Many of them are going to feel disappointed. Many of them will have to experience defeat. After all there’s only one that can win. Only one that can come out on top. Only one that can earn that championship opportunity.
And I am going to do everything in my power to make sure. That one person is me. I think I deserve that. After everything I went through. From having Kim Pain put her hands on me. To being hit in the back of the head with a glass bottle that gave a concussion that lasted over a year. All the dizziness. All the throwing up. The constant aches and pains. All the emotional trauma I had to go through. To having to hear all the negativity about how I was a flash in the pan and I couldn’t handle the pressure.
I took every bit of it on the chin. I fought with everything I had just to make this moment come full circle. I want to know if I can still do this. I want to be able to take my spot right back at the top where I once was before. I want to have my name in the lights and once again prove to be something here in Sin City Wrestling. The only way any of that is possible is going all in on myself with this High Stakes Rumble. Somehow, somehow I’m coming out the other side filthy rich! Best believe that. See you out there, ladies!”
As soon as those words left her mouth. She found herself turning back around and heading into the gorilla position. To which she instantly found herself jogging in place. Getting that blood really flowing. All while somehow trying to find it in herself to shake the nerves free. Everything she had been through. Everything she had to battle through. The hardships of the last year all brought her to this moment. It was time to sink or swim. That’s when the cameras faded out leaving them to wonder what would happen the moment her music hit.
There was something about being in a hospital that just never set right with her. It could be because anytime she’s ever been in a hospital it was associated with something catastrophic. Prime example: everything that was going on right now with her brother. A lot of a nineteen year old to see and experience. Her brother was only three years older than her. Being there was a massive brain bleed.
Something that required surgery. Having to hear he may never wrestle again. Something that was his ultimate dream. There are even some concerns of being able to do basic day to day things on his own. It was a scary ordeal. But being the supporting sibling she was. She was there for her brother. She put on a brave face and tried to not show any weakness. That’s something the entire family had been taught.
She had stopped just outside of the door of the room her brother was staying in to recover. Taking a deep breath in. Then blowing it out. Doing what she could to compose herself. Before reaching for the door and slowly pushing it open. Taking those couple of steps in and then shutting the door behind her. Her eyes wandered around the room. All that was in the room was her brother.
Jayden lay there in the bed with that massive head bandage on his head. With his eyes closed, but with hearing the door open. One of his eyes opened to see her standing there.
MIKHALIA: Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.
JAYDEN: Eh. Not like I get any sleep around here anyway.
The visible pain that he was in was obvious. He gritted his teeth and winched a bit hard when starting to pull himself up into a sitting position. She remained quiet for a second just taking a seat in a chair at the side of his bed. She looked over at her brother. He was just glaring at the ceiling. That sour expression on his face was a telling sign. A sign that there was just hatred that ran through his veins.
Although he might not have always been the nicest to her. That kind of thing came with a sibling rivalry especially when they weren’t all that far apart in age and with him being the older of the two. She did however feel for him. That was her brother. There was love there. If she could have made anything better she could, but this was out of her realm. Clearing her throat softly.
MIKHALIA: Where’s mom and dad?
It at least made him break his concentration. Whatever he was focusing on and likely just making him more bitter was put on the back burner for that second. His eyes shifted over to her.
JAYDEN: They were headed for the airport.
MIKHALIA: Oh yeah that’s right. High Stakes. The Hall of Fame. All that jazz.
JAYDEN: Yeah, all that shit.
There was something about his tone that even made him sound angry and bitter. Maybe not meaning to be bitter towards his parents. But just angry and bitter with what they were doing. Something that he couldn’t do. She didn’t want to put too much focus on where they were or anything like that. For the sake of not upsetting him any further. She just reached out and gently patted the top of his hand.
MIKHALIA: Well I am here. I’ll keep you company for the weekend.
She let a smile across her lips. In her mind she was doing the right thing, but the look on Jayden’s face was another telling sign.
JAYDEN: Why? It’s the weekend. Shouldn’t you be competing somewhere?
MIKHALIA: Oh no. I have kind of taken a step back. Little bookings right now.
JAYDEN: But why Mikhalia? What’s the point in doing that?
MIKHALIA: You know bub. There’s just a lot going on right now. Lots of worry about. Lots to focus on. Lots to put before my own selfish wants and desires. Our family needs me to be present. You need me to be around. As much as you won’t admit it.
She tried to make the situation seem a bit on the lighthearted side. Jayden on the other hand just glared in her direction. Clearly not in the mood for such a thing. Not that he ever was.
MIKHALIA: It’s just obvious to me that things need to be put on the back burner right now. Wrestling will always be there. I can go back when the time is right.
For a couple of seconds there was nothing more than silence amongst the two siblings. Jayden finds himself starting to shake his head some.
JAYDEN: You don’t need to put anything on hold. Especially not for me.
MIKHALIA: Hmmm?
JAYDEN: You heard what I said. There’s no point in you putting anything on old. You’ve got just as bright of a career as I once did. Gotta work on that nice girl image and toughen up a bit, but you got a chance to be something in this business. You need to take advantage of that!
MIKHALIA: I don’t know Jayden...
She found herself shaking her head. There was a level of uncertainty in her voice when she made those comments.
MIKHALIA: I am questioning if wrestling is even for me anymore. I see what you are going through right now. At the age of twenty two. Your career might be over. Everything you ever wanted, just gone. The dream you worked hard to have. It’s all over within the snap of fingers. And all because someone didn’t like you? All because someone was upset about some things you said? That’s going too far, Jayden!
She stood up from the chair now. Her nerves really get to her and make her start to pace the floor directly in front of the bed.
MIKHALIA: And then there’s dad. I hold nothing against him. He gave us the best life he could, but that required him missing out on so many major milestones. I remember every birthday of mine he couldn’t make it home in time for. Six of them to be exact. I remember all the times he missed out on being there for my volleyball games and my cheer competitions. I remember the times where he couldn’t make it home in time for christmas. Those types of things stick out in a child’s mind.
Taking one of those slender hands of hers. She raked it through her long brown hair in a little bit of a stressed out manner.
MIKHALIA: One day I think I am going to want to be a mom. I can’t imagine having to put my own kids through that. I would feel awful missing out on key points of their life. And I know dad did feel bad about it, but it still happened. I don’t think I am built like that, Not to mention look at what he’s doing right now.
JAYDEN: Mikhalia...
MIKHALIA: No, listen to me, Jayden. He’s nearing his mid fifties. He said he retired last year, but he let someone get under his skin. He is acting out in retaliation. He’s putting himself in a dangerous situation. Not thinking about the reality of any harmful possibilities that could come with a death match. I don’t want to be like that. I don’t want to be bitter or act out in retaliation. I don’t want to make bad decisions and not care about how that affects people or how it could affect myself!
That stressful expression remained plastered all over her face. Finally finding it in herself to stop pacing back and forth. Letting her eyes come up and finally look back over at her brother. He had himself sitting up a little more in that bed. His annoyed expression is still there as well.
JAYDEN: Are you done? Ready to finally listen?
MIKHALIA: Yeah...
She looked almost a little ashamed of herself. Coming back to reality and seeing that she was acting out a little bit on the irrational side. Something that wasn’t like her, but she had all these bottled up expressions and feelings within herself. Taking those few steps back over to her chair. She sat down, keeping her attention with her brother.
JAYDEN: First and foremost. You’re nothing like our father. I don’t mean that as a way to throw shade or to be a dick. As much as he gets under my skin. You’re nothing like him. The exact opposite to be exact. If anything I’m the one that’s a chip off the old block.
MIKHALIA: You kinda are. No lie.
JAYDEN: Didn’t need you to confirm that, but anyway. Because you are nothing like him. You will easily be able to avoid certain mistakes that he made. You’ll know what’s important. What’s not important. You’ll know how to carry yourself and have a leveled head. That will make you one of the best wrestlers in the world because you won’t be acting off emotion like so many of them do nowadays. And as far as the shit with me goes...
There was a sudden pause from Jayden. Everything that he had been trying to avoid as feeling any other emotion other than anger was hitting him. Handling it as best as he could. Fighting back letting too much of it pour out of him at once.
JAYDEN: I’m a prick. Always have been. Probably always will be. There’s no denying that I have gotten under people’s skin and maybe some things were justified in happening to me. Maybe not to go as far as they did, but what’s done is done. If this is the end for me. That’s something that I have to deal with, but just like you’re different from dad. You’re different from me. Majorly different. It’ll be hard for anyone to dislike you. It’ll be difficult for anyone to want to do the things they did to me to you. You’re just sweet for all of that. Like I said, gotta work on that, but it’ll work to your advantage for now.
For the first time since everything had happened. Jayden let a smirk cross his lips. Very much showing a glimpse of his old self before this injury had taken place.
JAYDEN: Besides, someone has to carry this family’s legacy on. If it can’t be me. Might as well be the second best thing. So please. Do me a favor, Mik. Don’t waste your talent. Don’t put anything on the back burner for me. There’s no need to worry about me at all. I’ll be fine in the end. Whether it’s a career ended or not. I’ll be fine. Now is your time. So go out there and be the young goat you’ve always meant to be.
It had meant a lot to her that he finally treated her with some legitimate respect. Treated her like an equal and actually treated her like his little sister. A moment that she didn’t know she’d ever experience again, but this was something she’d forever remember. Finding herself standing back up.
MIKHALIA: All I can do is promise that I will do my best. I’ve got a long way to go before I am at the level you or Dad got to, but if you’re sure. Then I’ll give it my best foot forward.
JAYDEN: You got this.
MIKHALIA: And I think I know the first phone call I am going to make.
JAYDEN: Well just make sure it’s worth your time and good luck!
She found herself looking back over at him. That genuine smile that crossed over her brother’s lips was so heartwarming. For him to go through everything he had gone through and then be willing to support her in this journey. That said a lot about his character. Maybe just maybe he wasn’t the spawn of Satan like everyone thought. Her emotion overcame her with the way she was being supported.
Rushing over those few steps and wrapped her arms around her older brother. Squeezing tight. Forgetting for that brief moment that he was still in pain, but she had to express her gratitude somehow. Once she broke that embrace she reached into the pocket of her low riding jeans to pull out her phone. Stepping out of the room to begin to dial a number. A big change was about to take place for her.
“ Hello S C Dub! ”
The bright smiling expression of the young woman could be seen with the camera shot finding itself opening up. With the cameras panning out a little more. It was revealed that she happened to be standing at the highest lookout point of Finger Rock Trail right there in Tucson. She waved for a brief moment before she continued.
“ Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mikhalia. I’m a young nineteen year old wrestler. That just so happens to have a dad that’s famous for being a wrestling legend. Something, I don’t like to really bring up because I do not want to get the reputation of being a spoiled brat. Nor do I want people to get this idea or belief that I never had to work for anything. That daddy just handed me anything and everything that I ever wanted. Because that couldn’t be any further than the truth. ”
Mikhalia couldn’t help but shake her head a little bit.
“ Of course. I know that no matter what people are going to form their opinions and their beliefs. Whether or not they have proof to back it up or not. But I assure you that my dad made me work hard to be the wrestler I am today. At first he did everything he could to curb my interest. Said it wasn’t for me. He told me that he didn’t think I could physically get through a match. But the one thing that stuck out more than anything is when he looked me in the eyes and told me I didn’t have the mental or emotional state to make it. Declared the wrestling business would chew me up and spit me out.
Oddly enough being told that just made me more interested and more determined to be involved. Maybe someone deep down I have that infamous ego this family is known for and I just couldn’t take no for an answer. I pushed his buttons again and again. I pestered him every chance I got. I made sure I got under his skin until he finally agreed to let me be a part of the business. Not just be part of it but agreed to be the man that trained me. Show me everything he knows. From developing that mental edge that he talked about all the way down to being one of the best at the actual physical aspect of things. ”
There was just a certain level of excitement and bubbliness that came out of her when she spoke. That was more than likely bound to get under someone’s skin, but at least if anything at all. She was genuine when it came to her love for the business. Taking a few steps closer to the edge of that cliff to look out over with the light breeze blowing her hair about.
“ First thing he said before we climbed into the ring was he spent over twenty years defining himself and making a career that will stand the test of time. The last thing he was going to allow was one of his children ruin that legacy by not being as good as he was. Again there’s a chance he said that to scare me, but I also know he meant every word he said. Before showing me what he had gone through to become everything that he did. There was no holding back just because I was his kid.
No holding back just because I was a girl. He slammed me on that mat with everything he had. There were a couple of times I questioned whether or not I’d be able to stand up. He cleaned my clock on more than one occasion. For no other reason to make me understand this wasn’t as fake as some people said it was. As well as to make me understand that if I was going to be as good as I wanted to be. I was going to have to be able to take people’s best shots and get back up.
There were countless times he would have me on the verge of tears with the way he beat me down. With the way that he made me question myself. With some of the things he said to me. He did not hold back at all. But I think the thing that impressed him the most is not once did quitting ever cross my mind. Like I said I questioned myself. I didn’t know if I could ever be as viscous as he was teaching me to be inside the squared circle. Didn’t know if I could ever be as brutal with my words as he was wanting me to be.
But I never once thought about quitting. Each time I got knocked down. I got right back up. Each time he laid it on thick. I started to fight back and lay it on just as thick. I learned to use my own personal hell as fuel to keep me going and to keep me in the fight. I showed him that when the time came I was going to be just alright on my own in the ring. Gave him a reason to truly be proud of me. Knowing that the next generation of wrestling would be just fine with me around. That truly made me proud. ”
She continued to beam with pride. Taking that second to think back about all her hardships to get to the point she was at now. It was all worth it.
“ After I got that seal of approval. I then had to go out there and make a name for myself. Not once did I throw my dad’s name around or try to use that for some kind of leverage. No, I wanted to be my own person and succeed because of my own talents. I’ve competed for the most shady of wrestling promotions. I’ve competed for promotions where they couldn’t pay me. I’ve worked for promotions on a hot dog and a handshake deal. Worked with companies that could only twelve fans. Been at the lowest of lows with this business but on the flip side of it. I’ve been at the highest of highs too.
Worked for companies that put faith in me and wanted to showcase me. I've competed for promotions that have put me against their best talent in order to give me something to sink my teeth into and to learn from that experience. I’ve had a chance to compete for companies where they paid me what I was worth and then was so impressed with the skill set I brought or the match I gave them. They pulled me aside and gave me a bonus to my pay rate. Grateful for every single experience I have had. Good or bad, but with that being said. I am ready for more. ”
Nodding her head a little. From there she found herself lowering down to the ground. Taking a seat on that dirt ground. Letting her legs swing over that cliff and just dangle there. Clearly a dangerous situation to be in, but oddly enough something about it brought her some peace.
“ By wanting more I mean I want to showcase my talents on a bigger stage. Something I haven’t been able to do at this point. Something that has always been in the back of mind as far as something I wanted to do, but I knew I’d have to work to get there and I knew it would have to be the right time as well as the right situation. After putting in the work. Getting myself to this point and after some recent events in life that has made me motivated. I made the call a few days ago.
I talked to the folks in charge of Sin City Wrestling. Shout out to Mark and Christian for being true professionals. In speaking to them I told them I wanted an opportunity. Not asking for anything over the top. I just wanted a chance to compete at a level I haven’t before and a chance to be able to see if this is the place for me. See if there might be a future with the company somewhere down the road. To which they both informed me of the Bombshell High Stakes Rumble.
An open over the top rope battle royal for anyone on the roster. As well as open to anyone that doesn’t have a contract and just wants to see how they measure up against the talent this place has to offer. With the winner that can go the distance. They get a shot at any given championship they want and it’ll take place before the end of the year. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m like anyone else. Who wouldn’t want a chance to be champion? Duh, it’s a no brainer. But it isn’t the thing that’s driving me to this match.
No, the thing that is driving me is knowing that I am going to get a chance to get in the ring and mix it up with some of the best that this company has to offer. You can look at this roster and see the vast levels of competition. Without the sake of sounding rude. A few of them you could see wouldn’t pose a threat to you at all. There’s a few of them that you can see are clearly out of their mind and carry themselves to be bigger than what they are. That’s with every wrestling company.
No real point in giving them the time of day. Because no matter what you say to them. It’ll go in one ear and out the other. No matter how much you show them what reality is. They’ll turn a blind eye to it and act like it isn’t real. But this place does have some very good talent. You can just sense those that are going to give you the fight of your life. You can get a feel for those that are going to push you to your limits. That’s the type of level of competition I inspire to have in my career consistently! ”
Mikhalia could feel the tiny little goosebumps that were forming on her skin.
“ I look forward to sharing the ring with the likes of Alexandra Calaway. A woman that has dedicated her life to this business. Very much like my father did. A woman that never took no for an answer. A woman that’s fought through some of the most viscous matches that have ever been created for women. A woman that has bled, sweat, and cried in the middle of that ring. But you want to make me the most impressed by Alexandra? She’s someone that doesn’t give up. She’s not someone that quits. She’s not someone that just rolls over and dies. I am more than sure she’d be willing to admit and tell you about her shortcomings as of late.
From failing to earn herself a shot at the Roulette Championship last month. To the times she’s come up short in her journey with Miles to become the Mixed Tag Team Championships. But as much as those losses might sting. As much as that kind of thing can pile up. She doesn’t let it mold her. She doesn’t let it keep her down. That’s pretty gosh darn admirable if you ask me. I’d go as far as saying that Alexandra is a certified legend for women’s wrestling. Being able to get in the ring with her. Whether or not, it leads to me eliminating her and winning. Or if it ends up with her tossing my behind out of the ring on her own journey to victory. It’ll be an iconic moment for me. One I’ll cherish for the rest of my career.
Then there’s someone like Mercedes Vargas. She’s a woman that has helped mold the entire Bombshell Division. She has been at the top of the mountain with being the Bombshell Champion. Not once, but twice. She at one point could have considered herself to be the Queen of the Bombshell Roulette division. Holding that championship four separate times. Not an easy task to do when you head into every Roulette match blinded. Never know what the stipulation is going to be until the wheel decides. Even climbing the ranks of the Bombshell Internet division, the now defunct Bombshell Tag Team Division, and the Mixed Tag Team Division. Mercedes without a doubt earned her spot in the SCW Hall of Fame.
Of course, I get that she’s for the reputation of being a mean girl. I understand that just by me saying that I look forward to being in the ring with her isn’t going to be something that she gives a damn about. That’s her right to do so. It’s her right to carry herself that way. I’ve met a lot of women in my short time wrestling that have had egos similar to Mercedes. Not a single one of them being anywhere near as good as her. None of that ego being justified. So at least it will be a breath of fresh air to deal with someone that actually has earned that right to be that way. But don’t let it go to your head too much Ms. Vargas. I might be a rookie, but I’m not like any other rookie you’ve faced. Keep that in mind. ”
Every word that came from the young woman was respectful. She highlighted two of the women that she would no doubt meet in the middle of the ring and didn’t take the same route that most did. Showcasing that she was different.
“ Of course with this type of match. You might have those few that are confirmed. Those few that you are looking forward to stepping into the ring with, but the biggest thing about this match is the fact it’s wide open and it’s going to be full of surprises. Big-big surprises and that’s something that excites me more than anything else. Because not only am I going to get to experience some of the best that SCW has to offer, but I get a double whammy of possibly getting a chance to experience some of the best that exist in other companies. I get a chance to compete against possibly some of the best unsigned talent that the business has to offer. So many endless possibilities!
That’s something that I feel like this industry is missing these days. There aren’t enough people that are inspired by competition. So many people would rather be that big fish in a very small pond. So many people would much rather be in situations where they know they are going to get guaranteed easy wins. Because they have gotten lazy and they’ve gotten complacent. Those type of people have learned to fear competition. They have learned to fear taking a loss. And they have learned to fear when someone is a threat to them. When in reality they shouldn’t fear a threat. They should embrace it. They shouldn’t be scared of a loss. Instead if it happens. It should be something they learn from.
They should not fear competition, but instead they should welcome it. Competition is what makes you better. It’s what makes you strive to be better than them. It’s what makes you want to dig down deep and showcase parts of yourself you have never showcased before. However, I am learning that’s not how modernized wrestling is. If you want to be that way, then fine be that way. I will never be that way. I will always embrace competition and I will always aim to be better than I was the day before. So please. Ladies of this company. Ladies outside of this company. Those thinking about throwing their name in the hat. By all means do it. Let’s tango and show what women’s wrestling is meant to be all about! ”
Mikhalia nodded her head a bit as a way to back up what she was saying. One thing that was for sure with the energy the young woman put off. It was clear she meant every word that she said. That’s when her hands planted back against the dirt ground and she began to carefully push herself up to her feet. Taking a few steps back away from the cliff.
“ I may not be as good as some of you. I may be better than some of you. We may all come from different backgrounds. We all may have different outlooks and views. But the one thing that bonds us all together is professional wrestling. This is what makes us tick. This is what makes us feel like we belong. This is where we feel like we can truly be ourselves. Wins and losses will happen. Championships and championship opportunities will always come and go. In the end though what defines you is your character, how you handle business, and finding a way to create history! ”
Offering that smile one last time. Only to turn herself around to walk away back down that dirt trail that had led her to this very spot only moments ago. Each step had her further and further away from the cameras. Allowing them to finally find themselves fading to black. Her peace had been said. Now it was just a matter of time in seeing what the Prettiest Little Thang brought to the table.