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In those moments of peace
LJs Apartment
Las Vegas, Nevada
The soft hum of the TV filled the cozy apartment as Alexandra and LJ lay sprawled on the couch, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth under a thick, oversized blanket. The movie on the screen played on, but their attention was elsewhere. Alexandra rested her head on LJ’s chest, her body melting against his as his hand moved lazily up and down her arm. The rhythm of his touch was comforting, grounding her in a way few things ever could. She couldn’t explain it easily, but just loafing around here or at home with LJ, made her happy. She knew she had found a balance between her professional life and her personal life.
“This is what I needed,” Alexandra murmured, her voice soft, nearly drowned out by the faint dialogue from the movie. “Just us. No chaos. No cameras. Just this.” She had just come off a major win in Sin City, but also had to watch LJ get attacked again.
LJ smiled, his other hand resting on her knee beneath the blanket. “You’ve had a hell of a week, Angel. You deserved this. Sometimes, we need to stop fighting the world and just…be. It’s one of the things I love about us. We can just loaf about on the couch, watch a movie or two.”
She chuckled, a soft, melodic sound that made LJ’s chest tighten. “I don’t think ‘just being’ is in my DNA. But you’re right. It’s nice to stop and breathe for a second.” Her fingers absently traced small circles on his chest, her mind already drifting to the battles ahead. “I like being able to just slow down and exist with you.” She took a deep breath. “Even then, you've had a hell of a week too.”
“Don’t get too lost in your head, Love,” LJ said, his voice pulling her back. “Whatever you’re thinking about—save it for later. Right now, you’re here with me.”
Alexandra sighed, tilting her head to look up at him. His eyes were warm, steady, and full of an affection that never failed to disarm her. She wasn’t used to this kind of comfort, this kind of safety. “You’re too good to me, you know that?” She knew that he was there and it helped more than words could express.
He grinned, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. “Not possible. Besides, you’ve had my back just as much as I’ve had yours. That’s how this works. I give you everything, and you give it right back. That’s why we work, Angel. That’s how a relationship should be.”
Alexandra smiled softly and closed her eyes, her head sinking back onto his chest. For a moment, they sat in silence, the world outside their apartment fading into the background. But, as always, the wrestling world was never far from either of their minds.
“You’ve got Logan at Inception VII.” Alexandra said, breaking the silence. “He’s dangerous, LJ. What he did at Climax Control proves that, hell, what he’s been doing since he arrived. Just to get some recognition.”
LJ’s hand stilled against her arm, and his jaw tightened. “Yeah, he’s dangerous, but so am I. What he did at Climax Control wasn’t just reckless—it was cowardly. Attacking me in the parking lot like that? That’s the kind of move you make when you’re desperate.”
“And you’re going to make him pay for it,” Alexandra said, her voice low, dangerous. “I know you will. But just…promise me you’ll be careful. Logan’s not going to play fair.”
“I don’t need him to play fair,” LJ said, his voice steady. “I’ve dealt with guys like him before—arrogant, smug, thinking they can get away with anything because no one’s stopped them yet. Well, I’m going to stop him. When we step into that ring, he’s going to wish he’d stayed in the parking lot where he thought he was safe.”
Alexandra lifted her head to look at him, her eyes meeting his. There was a fire in his gaze, a quiet but unshakable resolve that made her chest tighten. “That’s what I love about you,” she said softly. “You don’t just fight—you make a statement. You show people exactly who you are, every time you step into that ring.”
“And you do the same,” LJ said, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “Speaking of which, you’ve got Bea at Inception. How are you feeling about that?”
Alexandra smirked, though there was a flicker of seriousness in her eyes. “Bea and I have history. Five matches. Three wins for me, two for her. She’s tough, I won’t deny that. But I’ve beaten her before, and I can beat her again.”
“You will beat her,” LJ said firmly. “You’ve got her number, Angel. You’ve proven that. And if she thinks she can take you down now, she’s delusional.”
Alexandra chuckled, her hand resting on his chest. “I like having you in my corner. You always know how to hype me up.”
“It’s not hype if it’s true,” LJ said, his tone turning playful. “You’re Alexandra Calaway. You don’t just win—you dominate. Bea’s about to find that out all over again.”
She laughed, the sound soft and genuine, as she leaned back against him. “You make it sound so easy.”
“That’s because I know what you’re capable of,” LJ said, pressing another kiss to her temple. “You’ve got this, Love. I know it. And so does she.”
They fell into another comfortable silence, the warmth of their connection filling the room. But Alexandra’s thoughts drifted to someone else, someone she hadn’t seen in weeks but who was always on her mind.
“By the way speaking of her,” she said, her voice soft, “Ashlynn’s coming to Inception.”
LJ’s face lit up, a wide smile spreading across his lips. “That’s great news, Angel. I’ve missed her. She’s such an awesome kid.”
“She’s missed you, too,” Alexandra said, her voice full of warmth. “Every time we talk, she asks about you. You’ve made such an impact on her, LJ. She adores you. Easily one of her favorite people, don’t tell Miles that.” She gave him a wink.
“And I adore her,” LJ said without hesitation. “She’s special, Alex. She’s got so much of you in her—your strength, your fire. I meant it when I said I’d be there for her. For both of you. Always.”
Alexandra’s eyes glistened as she looked up at him, emotion tightening her throat. “You’ve kept every promise you’ve made, LJ. To me, to her. You don’t know how much that means to me.”
He cupped her face in his hand, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “I’ll always keep my promises, Angel. You and Ashlynn are my world. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect that.”
For a moment, she said nothing, just leaned into his touch, letting the weight of his words sink in. She’d spent so much of her life fighting alone, building walls to keep people out. But with LJ, those walls had crumbled, and she found herself letting him in, piece by piece.
“She’s going to love being at the show,” Alexandra said, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “It’s been a while since she’s seen me wrestle in person. I want her to see why I fight so hard, why I push myself the way I do.”
“She already knows, Love,” LJ said gently. “She sees it in you every day. But having her there in the crowd, cheering you on? That’s going to mean everything to her. And to you.”
Alexandra nodded, her heart swelling at the thought. “Yeah, it will. She’s my reason for everything, you know? Every match, every fight—it’s all for her. To show her that she can be strong, that she can face anything.”
“And you do that every time you step into that ring,” LJ said, his voice full of conviction. “You’re an incredible mom, Love. Ashlynn’s lucky to have you.”
“She’s lucky to have you, too,” Alexandra said softly. “You’ve been so good to her, LJ. She’s already asking when she can come visit you again.”
LJ chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. “Anytime she wants. You know my door’s always open for her.”
Alexandra smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “You’re everything I didn’t know I needed, LJ. You’ve given me and Ashlynn something I didn’t think we’d ever have—someone we can count on.”
“And you’ve given me something I didn’t think I’d ever find,” LJ said, his voice low and filled with emotion. “You’ve shown me what it means to love, to fight for something bigger than myself. I’ll never stop fighting for you, Angel. For both of you.”
She leaned up, pressing her lips to his in a slow, tender kiss. When they finally pulled apart, she rested her forehead against his, her eyes closed. “I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you, too,” LJ replied, his voice steady and full of warmth.
For a while, they simply held each other, their eyes locked on each other, the movie on the TV forgotten as they basked in the quiet comfort of their connection. The battles ahead loomed large, but for now, they were just Alexandra and LJ, two people who had found something rare and precious in each other.
“You know,” Alexandra said after a while, her tone teasing, “if we don’t start paying attention to this movie, we’re going to have to rewatch it.”
LJ chuckled, the sound deep and warm. “That’s fine by me. I’m exactly where I want to be.”
And with that, they settled back into the warmth of each other’s embrace, the outside world fading away as they enjoyed the peace of the moment, knowing that whatever came next, they would face it together. LJ took a moment and smirked, before gently placing his fingers under Alexandra’s chin and turning her face to his, this action is followed up by a soft kiss.
Familiar Faces and Unfinished Business
Queenslayers Blog
Las Vegas, Nevada
There’s a lot I could say about Bea Barnhart—a lot of choice words, sure—but what I won’t do is sugarcoat the facts. Bea and I have a storied history, one that’s been painted with victories, defeats, and every shade of battle in between. When the dust settles, I’m not one to run from the truth. Let’s break it down.
Our History: A Tally of Triumphs and Stings
The record speaks for itself: I’ve faced Bea Barnhart five times. Two times, Bea’s had the upper hand, walking away with the win. Three times, I’ve walked out victorious, my hand raised as a testament to my skill and resilience. This isn’t some lopsided rivalry. This is a war of attrition, a series of clashes between two warriors who refuse to back down.
The Losses I Won’t Forget:
I’d be lying if I said Bea hasn’t gotten the better of me. Twice, she’s managed to pull out the win. But those losses? They’ve fueled me. They’ve reminded me why I can’t afford to let my guard down. Bea’s dangerous, and I’d be a fool to ignore that. But here’s the thing about me: I don’t just learn from my mistakes—I grow stronger because of them. Each loss was a lesson, and every lesson sharpens my edge.
The Wins That Speak Volumes:
vs. Bea Carter & Georgie Robertson (Bombshell Roulette Championship): A shining moment. Not only did I win, but I retained the Bombshell Roulette Championship in the process. It was a match that showcased my ability to dig deeper, hit harder, and take what’s mine. I proved that no matter who is out there, I’m going to fight until I have nothing left. I’ll keep pushing forward.
vs. Seleana & Bea (Triple Threat Qualifier): Another notch in my belt. Another reminder to Bea of just how good I am when the stakes are high. I’ll admit, sharing the ring with her always brings the fight out of me, but she wasn’t ready for me that night. Neither was Seleana, who knows me well from before my time in Sin City Wrestling.
Mixed Tag w/ Miles Kasey vs. Bea & Bill: The last time I stepped into the ring with Bea, my team came out on top. This match wasn’t just about winning; it was about making a statement, one that echoed loudly through the e-fed landscape. It set the tone for the next chapter in our ongoing rivalry.
Climax Control: The Attack on LJ
But enough about the past. Let’s talk about the present, about something that’s been burning in my mind ever since it happened. At Climax Control, Logan Hunter and Brooke Shields blindsided LJ in the parking lot. A coward’s move, plain and simple. Attacking someone in a place where they can’t defend themselves? That’s the kind of cheap shot that boils my blood.
LJ isn’t just anyone. He’s my boyfriend, my partner, my constant in this chaotic world. And when someone messes with him, they mess with me.That’s what Logan and Brooke have been finding out for weeks. Logan and Brooke have lit a fire they can’t control, and if they think they’ve seen the full extent of what Alexandra Calaway can do, they’re in for a rude awakening.
Looking Ahead: The Next Battle
At Inception, Bea and I once again step into the ring against each other. The stakes are higher, the history between us heavier. I know she’ll be coming with everything she’s got, and I wouldn’t expect anything less. But Bea, if you’re reading this, understand one thing: this isn’t just another match for me. This is about making a statement. This is about proving that I’m not the same woman you’ve beaten before. This is about making sure the record tilts firmly in my favor.
You’ve had your moments, Bea. I’ll give you that. But when we step into that ring, it’s not about what you’ve done or who you think you are. It’s about who walks out victorious that night. And trust me, it’s going to be me. Don’t forget, while you might believe you have the winning favor tipping your way, that would put us at a tie breaker. You’ve stepped into that ring with me five times now, and here we sit on number six. After this, I think it’s safe to say who's really on top.
To Logan and Brooke. Don’t think for a second I’ve forgotten about you. LJ might’ve been your target, but you’ve caught the attention of a much bigger problem, me. Your time will come—and when it does, it won’t be pretty. That’s not a threat, it’s a promise. You think you are being impressive, keep your eyes on what happens out there when I step into the ring with Bea. Not to mention, it’s a streetfight, so I know I need to keep my eyes open for any chance you all might take to get involved.
Bea, Logan, Brooke… it doesn’t matter who stands in my way. One by one, they’ll all fall. Because that’s what I do. I rise. I conquer. And I remind everyone why Alexandra Calaway is the name they fear.
See you in the ring.
Vegas Streetfight
Las Vegas Strip
Las Vegas, Nevada
A camera comes up on a figure, the words “Queenslayer” across the back of Alexandra’s black leather jacket. She turns around and smiles, giving the camera a little wave. Behind her the bright lights of the Vegas strip shine brightly. She took a few moments to pause, her gaze fixed on the camera, before she licked her lips and began to speak.
“Las Vegas, Sin City, a town that’s seen wins, losses and everything in between. It’s seen good times and bad times. It’s the home turf for this company we all know and love. You know, in the almost two years I’ve been with Sin City Wrestling, I’ve had my ups and down. And some of those highs and lows have included my opponent for Inception, Bea Barnhart. I’ll admit it, the first few times my opponent and I locked up in the ring, I came out on the losing end. I had my focus elsewhere.”
She took a moment, thinking over everything that had been going on in her life. Separated from the people who gave her strength, having just found her daughter after her having been kidnapped. There were a lot of variables and sometimes things happen for a reason. Over the last year, Alexandra’s star had burned out and reignited just as quickly.
“After multiple losses to Bea Barnhart, I skyrocketed to the top. Despite everyone wondering why I was being booked more and more, why I was getting championship shots. It’s easy, I understand why people would ask though, after my first few months here were abysmal.. But for those who don’t get it, I’ll fill you in. They see it. They see the fire and while at times, it’s just an ember. I still put asses in those seats week in and week out. When I’m booked, people show up. Management books me because they know I’m worth it. Just count the two Bombshell Roulette Championship wins. Now did I blow my two shots at the Women's World Championship, sure, did I blow my shot at the Mixed Tag Titles, of course, I won’t deny my losses. I wear those like badges of honor.”
She took a deep breath, keeping control of her emotions in that moment. There was a lot she wanted to say, a lot she could say about everything that has occurred between her and Bea Barnhart.
“So they give us a streetfight at Inception VII. Streetfights are something that’s right up my alley. It’s like they wanted to celebrate my anniversary with SIN CITY a little bit early. And there’s no better place than here in Las Vegas, in front of a sold out arena. But don’t think for one second I haven’t taken into account all the variables that can happen. Streetfights are no disqualifications, which means, all you have to do is add in the variable of Brooke Shields and her little boyfriend Logan Hunter and I could get messed up pretty badly. Yeah, I’m sure you’d stoop to that level. We’ve all see the lengths you’ll go to for Bill and Felix.”
She shook her head.
“But it won't help you win. You see, I've thought about that. Planned for it. And actually I hope she does stick her nose in this match, so I can put you BOTH through the announce table. I’m sure all of you know each other. It’s simple math. I know going into this that anything goes. I’ve thrived in these violent conditions my entire career.”
She starts walking down the streets, the camera following her. She was prepared, ready to fight and ready to take that one final shred of hope that Bea had of winning another one over her. Stopping in front of Club Tattoo, she took a breath and continued to speak, looking at the Gondola rides moving on the water out front.
“You see, there’s so much more I could say, but why waste it all right now. I want to know what YOU think of everything. This is a streetfight and while, yes I will admit you are tough, are you willing to do whatever you must to win? You see, you can say whatever you want about me, but the one thing I’m not is a coward. I’ve fought and bled for my spot here in Sin City Wrestling and I will continue to do so no matter WHO is standing across that ring from me. Those who really know me, know that for a fact.”
She leaned on the railing for a moment, taking another quick pause. Bea Barnhart had been a thorn in her side for long enough. It was time to end this silly charade of Bea’s once and for all. If Bea wanted to invoke Alexandra’s wrath, she had.
“See you soon Bea.”
LJ turns the camera towards both of them and they wave, before disappearing into the door of Club Tattoo.
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ALEXANDRA CALAWAY HAS NOWHYERE TO RUN AND NOWHERE TO HIDE FROM ME THIS TIME
Narrator: I had a conversation with Bea Barnhart before I came live on camera to ask her how she feels going into her match against Alexandra Calaway. Bea told me she is confident that she will walk out of her match as the winner. With that said I will turn you over to Bea Barnhart so she can give you her comments on her upcoming match.
The camera shot changes from the Narrator to a shot of Bea Barnhart in her hotel room at a hotel located near the MGM Grand Garden Arena. During this presentation Bea has informed the camera person that she will not be sitting down on the couch or a chair because she feels like standing while giving her comments for her upcoming match with Alexandra Calaway.
Bea: I wish to thank everyone for tuning in for my presentation of comments for my upcoming match against Alexandra Calaway at Inception VII. Our match is for the purpose of ending the tie between us. Counting only Singles matches me and Alexandra are 2-2 against each other. This match will break the tie between us. I am sure Alexandra does not like the fact that I am coming into this match to win this match and be one match win ahead of her having two wins against me.
Bea smiles into the camera.
Bea: Alexandra I am sure you are happy that our match is Street Fight Rules. I say that because you know damn well you cannot take me out if our match is a Standard Rules match. Regardless of what type of match I am in I do not need weapons and I do not need to cheat and violate the rules of the match. I don’t need weapons to defeat you as I have proven twice before. I can get the job done with my wrestling skills and my intelligence. However since our match is a Street Fight that’s the rules we need to work with. However our match turns out that is the way it goes. If you win I will congratulate you on your win. If you lose I expect you to congratulate me on my win.
Bea informs the camera person she will make closing comments then they can cut their camera feed.
Bea: What our match comes down to is that I want us both to do our best in the match and whoever gets their hand raised in victory that is how it goes. I am not going to whine if I end up taking the loss. I am not going to run around, like some wrestlers do, whining, crying, and demanding Management give them another match with the person they lost to. I know where I stand in the sport of wrestling. I know where I stand in Sin City Wrestling. And soon everyone will see that when I start challenging for Championships again and winning those Championships. Then everyone will see the extreme jealousy from the rest of the Bombshells against me. See you at Inception VII.
When Bea motions to the camera person to indicate she is done with her comments they cut their camera feed and our screen goes dark.
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Reunited
Harry Reid International Airport
Las Vegas, Nevada
The Las Vegas airport buzzed with the usual chaos of travelers coming and going, the rhythmic sound of rolling suitcases and garbled flight announcements filling the air. Alexandra adjusted the strap of her purse as she and LJ stood near the baggage claim, waiting for Ashlynn’s flight to arrive.
“She should be here any minute,” Alexandra said, her voice laced with excitement. “I know she’s going to be excited to see you and Miles, and of course Carter.”
LJ nodded, glancing at the arrival screen. “Flight’s on time. You sure she’s ready for this? Big weekend for all of us.”
Alexandra chuckled. “She’s been looking forward to it for weeks. You know how she is—always wanting to be part of the action.”
LJ smirked. “Like mother, like daughter.”
Alexandra playfully nudged him. “You’re not wrong.” She crossed her arms, tilting her head as she regarded him. “So, how are you feeling about Logan Hunter?”
LJ exhaled, rolling his shoulders. “Confident, but I’m not forgetting what he did to me. That attack wasn’t just a cheap shot—it was personal. I owe him for that, and I plan on making sure he regrets it.”
Alexandra nodded, her expression darkening slightly. “I know. You need to be careful, but I also know you can handle yourself. I’ve been keeping a tab on Bea Barnhart, replaying what things went wrong and right before. I’ve faced her before, beaten her three times. I know what to expect.”
LJ gave her a knowing look. “Babe, you don’t just ‘outwork’ people. You obliterate them.”
She smirked. “Well, I do try.”
LJ took her hand, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “It’s going to be a hell of a night for both of us. But before all that, there’s something else that’s kinda crazy to think about.”
Alexandra raised a brow. “What’s that?”
“This is the first time all three of us are going to be at my place.” LJ mentioned, shrugging his shoulders a bit. “We are all usually at your place. I’ve never had you both there at the same time.”
She blinked, realization dawning on her. “Oh wow… you’re right. I know she’s going to love being near you.”
LJ chuckled. “You think Ashlynn’s gonna be cool with it? I mean, she’s already given me the ‘you hurt my mom, I break your legs’ speech.”
Alexandra laughed. “That sounds like her. She’s protective, but she likes you, LJ. And I think she’s excited about spending more time with us. This is just new for her.”
LJ smirked. “I like her fire. Wonder where she gets it from.”
Alexandra leaned in, touching his cheek. “Hmm, I wonder.”
Their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss, the noise of the airport fading into the background. For a moment, everything else disappeared—until a voice cut through the moment.
“Oh gross… no one wants to see their mom making out!” Ashlynn cried out.
Alexandra and LJ pulled apart instantly, turning to see Ashlynn standing there, her arms crossed, her suitcase at her side. Her expression was a mix of amusement and exaggerated, yet playful disgust.
Alexandra cleared her throat, smoothing her hair. “Ashlynn! You made it!”
Ashlynn rolled her eyes. “Yeah, just in time to be scarred for life, apparently.”
LJ chuckled. “Hey, Ashpops.”
Ashlynn gave him a look. “We’re going to have to set some house rules. Number one—no PDA in front of me.”
Alexandra grinned. “I’ll take that under advisement.”
Ashlynn huffed but smiled as she hugged her mom. “It’s good to see you.”
“You too, sweetheart.” Alexandra hugged her tightly.
LJ reached for Ashlynn’s suitcase. “Come on, let’s get out of here. We’ve got a big weekend ahead.”
As they walked toward the exit, Ashlynn glanced between them and smirked. “Just… keep the mushy stuff to a minimum, okay?”
Alexandra laughed. “No promises.”
LJ grinned. “Yeah, you might just have to deal with it, kid.”
Ashlynn groaned dramatically, but her smile never faded as they stepped out into the bright Vegas sun, ready for the weekend ahead.
Keep Playing Pretend
Fremont Street
Las Vegas, Nevada
Scene opens on Fremont Street in Las Vegas, Nevada. The neon glow of the casinos, the sound of slot machines ringing in the background, and the chatter of tourists create a lively atmosphere. The camera pans through the crowd before focusing on Alexandra Calaway, standing near a street performer breathing fire. She watches for a moment, unimpressed, before turning her attention to the camera.
"Vegas. The city where people gamble it all, thinking they’re about to hit it big—only to walk away with empty pockets and shattered dreams. Fitting, isn’t it, Bea? Because that’s exactly what’s going to happen to you at Inception VII. You’ve been running your mouth, acting like you’ve got this all figured out, but what you don’t realize is that you’re the fool sitting at the table, betting against the house. And newsflash, sweetheart—I am the house. Bea Barnhart, darling. You’ve been searching for any chance in the world of beating me. I have to give you credit, you’ve been trying to find a way to get to me, yet nothing you are saying is really affecting me."
She smirks, stepping away from the fire performer as the camera follows her through the bustling street.
"You’ve spent so much time bragging about our little record, acting like those two wins of yours actually mean something. But let’s be honest here. You didn’t beat me at my best. You beat me in a wrestling match, where rules protected you, where structure worked in your favor. You want to talk about submission wins? Cute. But that was then, and this is now. And now? The rules are gone. No disqualifications. No count-outs. No little safety net to protect you from what’s coming. You say you don’t need weapons? That’s funny. Because after what I put you through, you’re going to wish you had used them. That’s the point of a street fight. I plan on showing you the truth, the sad one that you don’t want to face."
She took a moment to pause, thinking through everything she had experienced in her time in the industry.
“The sad truth that you don’t seem to understand is this Bea, when it comes to this, you just aren’t on my level. Yes, you are a veteran, but in order to be on my level, you need to be WELL ROUNDED. I am technical, submission, highflying and I don’t mind using a weapon when the time calls for it. Like now, I can destroy you with weapons, pin you wherever I need to, and take home another win against you. Bea, darling, after this.. I think it’s safe to say, I’ve got your number. I’ve had your number relentlessly since my first two losses to YOU. Everytime I see you in a match I’m in, haven’t you noticed I gun for you. Why do you think that is?”
She walks past a group of gamblers gathered around a street magician performing card tricks. She stops, watching briefly as the magician makes a card disappear.
"See, this guy right here? He’s got everyone fooled, making them believe in illusions. And that’s what you’re doing, Bea. You’re trying to spin this narrative, trying to make people believe that you’re on my level, that you deserve to be in the conversation for the Bombshell Roulette Championship. You’ve been there and back several times before, but when you get there, you choke. This time won’t be any different. I cannot allow that to happen. I can’t allow you to tarnish it. You think you are on that level. But just like that magic trick? It’s all smoke and mirrors. Because when reality hits? When you step into my type of match? The illusion shatters, and all that’s left is the cold, hard truth."
She smirks, shaking her head before walking further down the street, the lights of the casinos flashing behind her.
"You want to talk about whining? You want to act like I’m the one who begged for this match? Bea, please. You don’t get it. I wanted this match because I’m done listening to you run your mouth. I’m done with you thinking you’re some kind of dominant force when the truth is—you’re just a footnote in my career. You say I should be careful what I say? That I should think before I speak? Oh, sweetheart, I never second-guess myself. Because every word I say, every mind game I play, every psychological move I make—it all has a purpose. And right now? That purpose is to break you before we even step in the ring."
She stops in front of a souvenir stand, picking up a replica championship belt, turning it over in her hands before tossing it back onto the table.
"You want the Bombshell Roulette Championship? I’ve held it—twice. I didn’t just challenge for it; I took it. I’ve fought through hell, I’ve bled for that title, and I’ve cemented myself in history because of it. And you? You think a win over me gets you a shot? That’s where you’re wrong, Bea. Because at Inception VII, you’re not earning an opportunity—you’re earning a lesson. And that lesson? Is that you were never on my level to begin with."
She steps closer to the camera, her expression turning darker, more intense.
"And let’s get one thing straight—I don’t need to cheat to beat you. I don’t need shortcuts. What I do need is for you to understand that the reason I demanded this match wasn’t because I was desperate—it’s because I wanted to remind you exactly who the hell I am. I’m the nightmare you can’t shake. The opponent you can’t break. And in a Street Fight? I am unmatched."
She takes a deep breath, letting her smirk return as she watches a group of people arguing in the background, two men getting in each other’s faces before shoving one another.
"You see that? That’s how easy it is to push someone past their breaking point. And you, Bea? You’re already on the edge. You might not admit it, but I see it. The way you had to remind everyone that you won by submission, as if that somehow makes you superior. The way you needed to convince yourself that I whined my way into this match. It’s all defense mechanisms. It’s all desperation. And when people start getting desperate? That’s when they make mistakes. And at Inception VII, I’m going to exploit every single one of yours."
She steps away from the crowd, walking toward a nearby alleyway, the lights dimming as she enters the shadows. The camera follows, the sounds of Fremont Street fading slightly.
"This isn’t just about breaking the tie, Bea. This is about me proving a point. That when you step into my world, there’s no coming out the same. That when the dust settles, and the referee raises my hand in victory, you’ll finally understand that everything you’ve said, everything you’ve claimed—it was all just talk. Because when it comes down to it, you don’t have what it takes to beat me when the rules are gone and the fight gets real."
She leans in, eyes locked onto the camera, voice dropping to a whisper.
"You’ve been living in a fantasy, Bea. But at Inception VII, I’m bringing you back to reality. And in my reality? You don’t walk away victorious. You don’t leave the ring with momentum. You don’t get to move on to the Bombshell Roulette Championship. No. You leave broken. Humiliated. Defeated. And the next time you think about stepping up to me? You’ll remember exactly why they call me The Queenslayer..”
She steps back, letting the darkness surround her before finally smirking one last time.
"Enjoy the rest of your night, Bea. Enjoy the illusion while it lasts. Because when Inception VII rolls around? The only thing you’ll be left with… is regret."
With that, she turns and walks deeper into the alley, disappearing into the darkness as the camera fades to black.
Ashlynn’s Vegas Trip
LJ’s Apartment
Las Vegas, Nevada
The neon glow of the Las Vegas Strip flickered against the windshield as Alexandra maneuvered the rental car through the bustling streets. The city hummed with life—tourists weaving through sidewalks, slot machines chiming in an endless symphony of chance, and the ever-present pulse of bass spilling from the clubs.
From the passenger seat, LJ glanced over his shoulder at Ashlynn in the back, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “How’s it feel to finally be in Vegas, Ash?”
Ashlynn pressed her face against the cool glass, her hazel eyes wide as she took in the dazzling skyline. “It’s...a lot,” she admitted with a soft laugh. “I don’t even know where to look first.”
Alexandra chuckled. “Wait till we get off the Strip. LJ’s place is just far enough from the chaos to breathe, but close enough that we can dive in whenever we want.”
LJ smirked. “Yeah, I like having my own little oasis.”
Fifteen minutes later, they pulled into the parking garage of a sleek, high-rise apartment complex. LJ led the way to the elevator, swiping his keycard before pressing the button for his floor. The hum of the lift was filled with anticipation, Ashlynn shifting her duffel bag on her shoulder as she glanced between them.
“So,” she mused, “how much of this trip is relaxation, and how much is Inception VII prep?”
Alexandra exchanged a look with LJ before answering. “Little bit of both. We’ve got time before the event, so we’re taking things easy tonight. You’ll get to see the real Vegas—not just the tourist version.”
The elevator doors slid open, and LJ gestured dramatically. “Welcome to my humble abode.”
The apartment was modern and sleek, with floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the city skyline. A deep leather couch, a high-tech entertainment system, and a glass coffee table littered with a couple of strategy notebooks hinted at the duality of work and play. A balcony door stood slightly ajar, letting in the crisp desert night air.
Ashlynn set her bag down and turned in a slow circle. “Okay, this is way nicer than I expected.”
LJ flopped onto the couch, stretching his arms behind his head. “What, you thought I’d be living in a shoebox?”
“I dunno,” she teased, “I figured you’d have more—” she gestured vaguely, “—chaos.”
Alexandra snorted. “Oh, you haven’t seen his office yet.”
LJ rolled his eyes but waved toward the open kitchen. “Make yourself at home, Ashpops. Drinks? Snacks? I got everything.”
Ashlynn wandered to the windows, pressing her hands against the cool glass. The city stretched below them, shimmering like a dream. “This feels unreal,” she murmured.
Alexandra walked over, standing beside her. “It’s a little overwhelming at first. But it grows on you.”
LJ smirked from the couch. “And after this weekend? You’ll never want to leave.”
Ashlynn turned to him with a grin. “We’ll see about that.”
Outside, the city pulsed with energy, but inside, in LJ’s apartment, it felt like a different kind of world—a space just for them, between the lights and the legacy of Inception VII waiting on the horizon.