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United Front
Calaway Estate
Dallas, Texas
The soft hum of rain filled the Calaway Estate as Alexandra curled up on the corner of the couch, her legs tucked beneath her. Her gaze drifted out the window, watching droplets race down the glass. The dim lighting of the room softened the sharp angles of her face, but the tension in her jaw betrayed the storm brewing within her. The Christmas tree shimmered in the corner and Ashlynn was asleep in her bed upstairs, leaving the couple to have a silent moment together. LJ entered the living room, carrying two steaming mugs of tea. His easy smile faltered when he saw her expression. Setting the mugs on the coffee table, he eased down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
“Hey,” he said softly, his voice warm and grounding. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
Alexandra exhaled sharply through her nose, tilting her head to rest against his shoulder. “Just… thinking about everything. Logan, Brooke, their stupid antics. It’s exhausting.” She leaned into his embrace.
LJ’s arm tightened around her. “What happened this time?”
She sat up, turning to face him fully. Her gray eyes were stormy, her brows furrowed. “Brooke called me a cougar. Again. This time she decided to say it with her whole chest. She’s relentless, LJ. It’s like she’s made it her mission to remind me how much older I am than you.”
LJ sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair. “That’s not even clever. It’s just obnoxious.”
Alexandra gave him a weak smile. “It’s not clever, but it’s effective. She knows how to get under my skin.”
“She doesn’t know you, Alexandra,” LJ said firmly. “She only knows what she wants to see—what fits her narrative. None of that changes who you are or what we have.”
“I know that,” Alexandra said, her voice dropping. “But it’s not just Brooke. Logan’s worse. He’s manipulative, LJ. He’s always lurking, always scheming. If they keep this up, it’s going to escalate. I can feel it.”
LJ leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His jaw tightened as he stared at the floor, processing her words. “Logan’s a piece of work, but I’m not letting him or Brooke dictate our lives. We’ve dealt with their nonsense before, and we can do it again.”
“But how far will they go?” Alexandra asked, her voice tinged with frustration. “You’ve seen what they’re capable of. Brooke’s snide comments are one thing, but Logan… he’s dangerous. He thrives on chaos.”
LJ turned to her, his dark eyes steady and filled with quiet resolve. “I don’t care what they throw at us. I love you, Alexandra. Nothing—not Brooke, not Logan, not their petty games—is going to change that.”
Her lips parted as if to protest, but LJ held up a hand to stop her.
“No, listen to me,” he continued. “Do you think I’d be here if I cared about the age difference? If I cared what people like Brooke think?” He shook his head. “None of that matters to me. What matters is you. Us.”
Alexandra blinked back the sting of tears. “It’s not just about us, LJ. They’re trying to isolate me, to make me feel like I don’t belong. And sometimes…” She hesitated, her voice faltering. “Sometimes, it works.”
LJ’s expression softened, and he reached for her hand. His thumb brushed over her knuckles, a soothing gesture. “You do belong. With me, with the people who truly care about you. Brooke’s just jealous, and Logan’s bitter. That’s their problem, not yours.”
Alexandra let out a shaky laugh. “Jealous? Of what?”
LJ smirked. “Of you, obviously. You’re smart, successful, stunning—and you’ve got me.” He winked, trying to coax a smile out of her.
Despite herself, Alexandra chuckled. “You’re insufferable.”
“But you love me for it,” he teased, leaning in to nuzzle her cheek.
"I love you, it's true." She swatted at him playfully, but her smile lingered. “But you’re impossible.”
“I’m serious, though,” LJ said, his tone softening. “You’re not alone in this. Whatever Brooke and Logan try, we’ll face it together. They don’t get to define us.”
Alexandra looked at him, her heart swelling with gratitude and love. “How do you always manage to say the right thing?”
LJ shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Talent, I guess.”
She rolled her eyes, but her smile was genuine. “Thank you, LJ. For being you. For always being in my corner.”
“Always,” he promised, pulling her into a warm embrace.
For a moment, the rain outside was the only sound, a soothing backdrop to their quiet connection. Alexandra closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the safety of his arms. She didn’t know what Brooke and Logan’s next move would be, but for now, she allowed herself to believe that together, they could weather any storm.
“You know,” Alexandra said after a long pause, her voice soft. “When people bring up the age difference… sometimes it’s hard not to let it get to me. It’s not that I doubt us, but I worry what others see. Like they’re just waiting for us to fail.”
LJ pulled back slightly, his hands resting on her shoulders as he looked into her eyes. “Let them wait. They’ll be waiting forever, Alexandra. What we have is real, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Do you know why the age difference doesn’t bother me?”
“Why?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Because it doesn’t define who we are. You’re not just older than me. You’re wiser, more experienced, and you’ve taught me so much about life and love. And I hope… I hope I bring something to your life too. Something that makes this worth it.” He looked around the room and then motioned to the two of them.
Alexandra’s throat tightened. “You bring everything to my life, LJ. You remind me to laugh when I’m too serious, to see the good when all I can see is the bad. You make me feel… alive. Like I’m not just surviving, but actually living.”
“Then we’re perfect for each other,” LJ said with a grin. “Because that’s exactly what you do for me. You keep me grounded, remind me of what’s important. You’re my rock, Alexandra. And no amount of snide comments or judgmental looks is going to change that.”
She cupped his face in her hands, her smile trembling with emotion. “How did I get so lucky?”
“We both did,” he said simply, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.
The rain continued to patter against the windows as they sat together, united against the challenges ahead.
After a few moments of silence, Alexandra pulled back slightly, her expression shifting. “There’s something else on my mind,” she admitted.
“What is it?” LJ asked, his brow furrowing with concern.
She sighed, running a hand through her dark hair. “Alicia Lukas. I have to face her soon. And LJ… she’s one of the toughest competitors out there. The last time we met, she made it painfully clear that she has zero respect for me. She doesn’t think I belong in the same ring as her.”
LJ’s jaw tightened. “She’s wrong.”
“Maybe. But she’s good, LJ. Really good. And that’s not just me being self-critical. She’s a powerhouse, and she knows it. Facing her isn’t just about proving her wrong; it’s about proving to myself that I can stand toe-to-toe with someone like her.”
LJ reached out, cupping her face gently. “You can. You will, you've continuously done it. You’ve worked hard to get where you are, and you’ve got the skills and determination to back it up. Alicia Lukas may be tough, but she’s not unbeatable. And she’ll see that when she faces you.”
Alexandra closed her eyes briefly, leaning into his touch. “I hope you’re right.”
“I know I’m right,” LJ said with conviction. “You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. And no matter what Alicia or anyone else thinks, you’ve earned your place. Don’t let anyone make you doubt that.”
She opened her eyes, meeting his steady gaze. His unwavering belief in her bolstered her resolve, and for the first time that evening, she felt a spark of confidence returning. “Thank you,” she said softly.
“Always,” LJ replied with a small smile.
The rain continued to patter against the windows as they sat together, united against the challenges ahead. The Christmas tree sparkling on a cold winter night in Texas.
I do this shit for the love of the Game
Las Vegas Strip
Las Vegas, Nevada
The camera fades in slowly, its lens capturing the gleaming neon lights of the Las Vegas Strip as they flicker in their vibrant colors, casting a mesmerizing glow against the night sky. It’s a dazzling spectacle, a constant flurry of motion, energy, and life. The city is alive with the buzz of excitement, the hum of anticipation, and the electricity of possibility.
From this height, the world below looks almost like a living thing—a pulse that never slows, a rhythm that never ceases. The sounds of laughter and conversation from below merge with the distant hum of cars and taxis, making it feel like the heart of the world itself beats in perfect synchrony. It’s as if everything in this city is connected by an invisible thread, and it all converges at this one moment.
And on the balcony of a high-rise resort, watching all of this unfold, stands Alexandra. Her figure is poised, yet there’s a certain power in the way she stands, something undeniable about the quiet confidence that radiates from her. She’s dressed in a black leather jacket that fits her like a second skin, tight jeans, and boots that click against the floor with each purposeful step. She is a woman who carries herself with the kind of grace that demands attention, even in the midst of all this noise and grandeur.
The wind ruffles her dark hair, the strands moving gently around her sharp features, but it does nothing to disturb the laser focus in her gray eyes. Alexandra’s gaze is steady, unwavering, and there’s something in the way she looks at the city, at the lights, at the endless possibilities below, that reveals a deep connection to this moment. She isn’t just a part of the spectacle—she is the spectacle. The camera lingers on her face, capturing every flicker of emotion as she watches the world below. It’s clear: this moment, this place, these lights—they all mean something to her.
With a deliberate motion, Alexandra turns towards the camera, locking her gaze onto the lens as if she knows exactly who is watching—and why they’re watching. There is a calculated air about her, as if every move she makes is designed to command attention. Her lips part, and her voice comes out low, measured, yet firm.
“Las Vegas,” she begins, her voice cutting through the noise like a blade slicing through air. “The city of risk, the city of reward. This city, this place—this is where people come to take chances, to push the boundaries of what’s possible, to stake everything on one roll of the dice. But here’s the thing about this city,” she continues, her voice turning more deliberate. “It isn’t just about luck. No, it’s about skill. It’s about preparation. And most importantly… it’s about the will to keep going, no matter what.”
She pauses, allowing the weight of her words to settle. Alexandra’s eyes narrow slightly as she gazes out over the Strip. The neon lights illuminate her face, but it’s her presence that steals the spotlight. Her words carry the force of someone who has fought through every battle, overcome every obstacle, and faced every doubt head-on. She is a force to be reckoned with, and the city below, for all its glitz and glamour, is just the backdrop to what’s about to unfold.
“This week,” she says, her voice gaining momentum as she steps closer to the railing, “I’m taking a gamble of my own.” She smirks slightly. “Not on luck. Not on chance. But on skill. On preparation. On pure determination.”
Her words aren’t just empty bravado. There’s a depth to them, a knowing weight that suggests this isn’t the first time Alexandra has been counted out, underestimated, or written off. She’s been here before. She’s faced the odds before. And each time, she’s come back stronger. This time will be no different. Her fingers curl around the cool metal of the balcony’s railing, her knuckles turning white as she grips it tightly. She leans into the railing just enough for the camera to catch the fire in her eyes, the flicker of intensity that can only be born from someone who’s lived through the kind of struggles that would break most people.
“Alicia Lukas,” she says, her tone suddenly shifting—darker, sharper. “A name that carries weight. A legacy that demands respect.” Her lips curl into a faint smile, but there’s no warmth in it. “I won’t deny it. You’ve earned your place in this business. You’ve built a career that’s nothing short of legendary. You’re tough. You’re a former champion. But here’s the thing, Alicia,” Alexandra continues, her voice steady but tinged with contempt. “Toughness doesn’t intimidate me. In fact, it fuels me. If you remember I also too am a former champion. A two time Bombshell Roulette Champion here, with multiple other accolades elsewhere.”
Her tone drops further, her gaze growing more intense with each passing second. “The last time we met,” she says, her voice becoming colder, almost accusing. “It wasn’t just you and me in the ring. It was a triple threat match. And neither of us walked away with the win. That loss…” She pauses, clenching her jaw as her gaze hardens. “That loss stuck with me, Alicia. Not because I didn’t get my hand raised. No. It stuck because I knew in that moment… that I hadn’t done enough. I hadn’t done enough to prove, to show you or anyone else that I’m every bit as good as my name suggests.”
Her eyes burn with the weight of that past failure. She stares ahead, the city lights below reflecting in her gaze, as if to remind her that even in the midst of failure, there is always a way forward. Her hand tightens around the railing as she continues.
“But this time?” She tilts her head slightly, her expression becoming more resolute. “This time, there are no distractions. No third wheel. It’s just you and me, Alicia. And while you might think you know what you’re walking into, let me make one thing crystal clear: I am not the same woman you faced before.” She pauses, taking a step forward, her voice rising in intensity. “I’ve taken every ounce of frustration, every insult, every setback, and I’ve turned it into fuel. And that fuel?” She smirks. “It’s going to burn hotter than anything you’ve ever seen.”
The camera closes in slightly, capturing the depth of her conviction. Alexandra steps back, her form against the backdrop of the shimmering city making her seem almost otherworldly. Her presence is overpowering. Every word she speaks carries the weight of someone who’s lived through struggles, faced doubts, and overcome obstacles. She isn’t just talking about a fight. She’s talking about everything she’s been through to get here. And that struggle, that fire inside her, is undeniable.
“People love to say that Alicia Lukas is untouchable,” she says, her voice laced with both respect and challenge. “That she’s the gold standard. And for a long time, I bought into that narrative. I let it shape me. I let it dictate how I saw myself here in Sin City Wrestling” She laughs softly, almost bitterly. “But the thing about narratives, Alicia, is that they can be rewritten. And this week? This week, I’m taking the pen in my hands and writing a new chapter.”
Her eyes narrow again, the focus sharpening as she steps closer to the camera. The lights of Las Vegas pulse around her, but her attention is unwavering. “You hate me, don’t you?” she says, her voice softening for a moment, almost as though she’s reflecting on something deeply personal. “I’ve spent a lot of time wondering why. Why the disdain? Why the vitriol? Why the anger?” She shakes her head slightly. “And then it hit me. It’s not about anything I’ve said or done. It’s about what I represent. Perseverance. Resilience. The ability to keep getting back up no matter how many times I’ve been knocked down.”
Her lips curl into a smile, one that’s equal parts defiance and understanding. “And that, Alicia? That’s something you can’t stand. You’ve built your career on ending people. On being the final nail in the coffin for anyone who dared to stand in your way. But me?” She pauses, her gaze narrowing to a laser point. “No matter how many times I’ve been written off, no matter how many people have tried to end me… I’ve refused to stay down.”
She steps back, allowing the camera to capture her full form, her posture straight and unyielding. “And that drives you insane, doesn’t it?” she continues, her voice now almost taunting. “Because for all your dominance, for all your accolades, for all your accomplishments… you can’t figure out how to break me. And that? That scares you. It shakes you to your core, doesn’t it?”
She lets the words hang in the air, a slow, deliberate silence filling the space before she speaks again, her voice low and intense. “And I’m okay with that. I’m okay with being your nightmare. But let’s make one thing perfectly clear, Alicia.” Her eyes flash with a sudden, piercing intensity. “You don’t have to respect me. But after this match? After everything I’m about to put you through? You’re damn sure going to acknowledge me. And then I can go off and have a beautiful Christmas with my family.”
Her voice lowers again, becoming more personal, more dangerous. “Because when that bell rings, and we’re standing face-to-face in that ring, it won’t be about legacies or reputations. It won’t be about who’s the toughest or who’s got the most accolades. It’ll be about who wants it more. And I promise you, Alicia… NO ONE… NO ONE wants this more than I do.”
Her face hardens as she pivots, her attention shifting toward the camera once more.
“But let’s not forget the other players in this story,” she continues, her tone suddenly colder, more cutting. “Logan and Brooke. The dynamic duo of dysfunction. You two think you’re clever, don’t you?” She shakes her head, a low laugh escaping her lips. “Logan, you’ve made it your mission to undermine me at every turn. Spreading your poison, trying to plant seeds of doubt wherever you can. But let me tell you something, Logan: Poison only works if you let it seep in, if you let it get under your skin.” She smirks, her voice dripping with disdain. “And I’ve built up an immunity to your brand of toxicity.”
She pauses, her gaze growing more intense as she speaks directly into the camera, her voice a growl. “You think you’ve got power, Logan? You think you two have got the upper hand?” She shakes her head, a bitter chuckle escaping her. “But you don’t. You never did. And you never will.”
Turning her attention toward Brooke, Alexandra's lips curl into a sneer. "And you, sweetheart, little Brookie pie? Let’s talk about you for a second. Calling me a cougar?” She laughs coldly. “Really? That’s the best you’ve got? It’s almost laughable. But here’s the reality: While you’re busy throwing petty insults, I’m out here building a legacy. One match at a time. And if you think for one second that your words are going to shake me, you’re even more delusional than I thought. Besides, sweetheart, remember you became a manager, because you couldn’t hack it in the ring.”
She pauses, the silence heavy before she speaks again, her voice laced with menace. "I’ve spent time wondering why you two focus on me. Why you feel the need to attack me, undermine me. But I’ve come to a conclusion: you can’t stand that I’m everything you’re not. You can’t stand that I’m going to always be one step ahead of both of you. You can’t stand that no matter what you do, no matter how much you try to tear me down, I keep rising. You’re both scared of me, of LJ and I. And that’s why you can’t stop talking about us. Alicia is very much the same kind of person. But maybe you two can learn from what’s about to happen to her.”
She turns back to face the camera again, the lights of Las Vegas swirling in her eyes as she finishes her words.
"But let’s not lose focus. This week isn’t about Logan or Brooke. It’s about Alicia. It’s about me proving, once and for all, that I belong in the upper echelon of Sin City Wrestling. People love to bet against me. To count me out before the match even begins. But here’s a little advice for everyone watching: I do this shit for the love of the game."
Her voice grows softer, more introspective, as she takes a moment to let her words settle.
"I know what’s at stake. I know the risks. And I know the odds aren’t in my favor. But that’s the beauty of it, isn’t it? Nothing worth having comes easy. And this match? This fight? It’s worth everything.”
She steps back from the railing, her gaze lingering on the city for a moment before turning back to the camera one last time.
"So, Alicia," she says, her voice steady but fierce, "bring your best. Bring everything you’ve got. Because I’m ready. And when the dust settles, when the smoke clears, and my hand is raised in victory, there’s one thing you’ll remember… always bet on Alexandra. Now if you’ll excuse me.. I have a hot young boyfriend waiting to rock my world. Jealous yet bitches?”
The camera lingers on her resolute expression as the vibrant lights of Las Vegas sparkle behind her. With a final, purposeful glance into the lens, Alexandra turns and walks back into the resort, leaving the energy of the city to carry on without her.
Fade to black.