Lost it All
Little Mermaid Statue
Copenhagen, Denmark

The sun had only just begun to slip beneath the horizon, casting a golden shimmer across the calm waters of Copenhagen’s harbor. The air was crisp but not cold, tinged with the briny scent of the sea and the faint aroma of roasted almonds from a nearby vendor cart. There was a quiet magic to the moment, a stillness that seemed to wrap itself around the city as if Copenhagen itself were holding its breath.

Standing near the edge of the promenade, Alexandra tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed on the Little Mermaid statue just a few feet away. The bronze figure sat perched on her rock with eternal grace, her expression equal parts wistful and serene. Waves lapped softly at the stone base, and for a moment, Alexandra didn’t say a word. She didn’t need to. Some moments spoke louder in silence.

LJ stepped up beside her, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. He followed her gaze, studying the sculpture as if trying to read its thoughts. “You know,” he said eventually, his voice low and thoughtful, “I used to think that thing was a lot bigger.”

Alexandra let out a soft snort, her lips quirking into a smirk. “You and everybody else who sees it for the first time. It’s like finding out the Eiffel Tower isn’t made of gold or the pyramids aren’t smooth anymore.”

He chuckled. “Guess that’s the risk of legends, huh? Expectations outgrow the reality.”

“Kind of like us,” she said, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. “All this hype for the Viking Era Tour, the promos the matchs… and here we are. Just two people on a pier, trying to figure it all out. We’ve had wins and we’ve had losses, but here we are.”

LJ turned toward her, arching a brow. “Are we talking about wrestling now or something deeper?”

Alexandra shrugged, but it was the kind of shrug that came with weight behind it—like she was trying to shake something off without really letting go of it. “Maybe both.”

For a while, they just stood there, the murmur of water and distant voices filling the spaces between them. Tourists came and went, some snapping photos, others whispering reverently as if afraid to disturb the statue’s solemn pose. A little girl dropped a flower at the base of the rock, and her mother snapped a quick picture, capturing a moment that would probably live on a fridge for years.

“It’s weird,” LJ said finally, voice softer now. “Being here. On this tour. In this moment.”

Alexandra nodded slowly. “We’re halfway across the world, playing pretend gladiators for people who think they know what we’re about. And yet… it’s more real than most things in my life have ever been.”

He turned to look at her again, more intently this time. “Is that why you’re quieter than usual?”

She hesitated. “Maybe. I mean, Denmark is beautiful. There’s a weight to this place, you know? Like it remembers every footstep, every war, every whisper of history that passed through it. And I guess standing next to a statue about longing and loss just brings things up.”

“Longing and loss, huh?” LJ repeated, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re getting poetic on me now, Angel.”

“Don’t get used to it.” She cracked a half-smile, then looked out over the water again. “But yeah. The story behind the statue… it’s kind of tragic. She gave everything for someone who didn’t love her back. Lost her voice. Her identity. Just to chase a dream that wasn’t hers.”

He followed her line of sight, as if trying to see the statue the way she did. “And you relate to that?”

“Don’t you?”

LJ didn’t answer right away. He leaned on the railing, letting the cool sea breeze brush against his face. He put an arm around her, pulling her in against his chest.“I used to. When I first started in this business, I thought I had to be someone else to make it. Lose myself, fit the mold. There was a time when I couldn’t even tell where the character ended and I began.”

“And now?” She looked up at him.

“Now,” he said slowly, “I know just about everything I can. Who I am. What I want. But it’s still a work in progress. But in that locker room, I'm no longer Miles' kid brother. I'm a name.”

Alexandra nodded thoughtfully. “Aren’t we all a work in progress? And you were always more than just Miles' kid brother. They just needed to see it.”

They fell into silence again, but this one was more comfortable. Familiar. Like they’d carved out a little piece of peace in the middle of chaos. The tour had been intense—city after city, match after match, pressure mounting with each bell. But here, under the watchful gaze of the Little Mermaid, things felt… slower. Simpler.

“You nervous about the next match?” LJ asked after a beat.

Alexandra laughed lightly. “Always. But not in the way people think. I’m not scared of losing. I’m scared of not being enough.”

“That’s not a problem you have,” he said, a bit more firmly than he meant to. “You’ve been holding your own every step of the way. Hell, you’ve been doing more than that, love, we’ve all seen it. Week after week. Everytime you step foot in a ring you prove it love.”

She looked at him then, really looked—eyes sharp and clear beneath her dark lashes. “Thanks,” she said. “That means more than you know.”

LJ looked away, a bit embarrassed, pretending to study the passing boat lights flickering on the water’s surface. “We’re partners in this. I’ve got your back, and I know you’ve got mine. That’s not just for the cameras. When those cameras shut off, we still have each other.”

“No, it’s not. It's so much more than that, so much deeper.” She paused. “And I think that’s what scares me too.”

He turned back, confused. “What do you mean?”

Alexandra hesitated. “This thing—this connection we’re building—it feels real. And that’s rare in our world. Most of the time, people just play the part until it’s no longer convenient. I mean look at us, we are about to celebrate one year together.”

LJ nodded slowly. “I get that. But I’m not playing.”

“Neither am I.”

Another beat passed. A seagull cried somewhere overhead, swooping down toward the water before vanishing into the fading light. Behind them, the low hum of city life continued—streetcars, distant chatter, the occasional bell from a cyclist.

“You ever think about what comes after this?” Alexandra asked quietly. “After the tour. After all of this is over and done with, what your next plan is?.”

“All the time.”

“And?”

“And I don’t have a clue,” he admitted with a wry smile. “I try not to look too far ahead in this industry anyways. In our business, plans have a shelf life shorter than a carton of milk. I focus on the good stuff, what's important to me.”

She chuckled. “Fair point.”

“But,” he added, “I do think there’s something worth holding onto here. Between us. I'm down for whatever comes next with us. Because there's no limits. No regrets.”

Alexandra nodded slowly, her expression unreadable. Then, softly, she said, “You ever think the statue’s not just about sadness? Maybe it’s about strength too?”

He looked at her curiously. “How so?”

“She made a choice. A painful one. But she didn’t let it break her. She didn’t get the prince, but maybe she found something else in the end. Something about herself.”

LJ smiled. “Now you’re sounding like a motivational poster.”

“Shut up.” She elbowed him lightly, playfully even.

He laughed, rubbing his side playfully. “Hey, I’m just saying. You went from cynical to deep in like ten minutes.”

“That’s Copenhagen for you,” she said, lifting her hands in mock surrender. “Something in the air.”

They started walking slowly along the harbor’s edge, the statue fading into the distance behind them, a silent witness to whatever had just passed between them. The cobbled path beneath their feet echoed softly with each step.

“So what now?” LJ asked.

Alexandra shrugged again, but this time it was lighter. “Now we get some coffee. Maybe take a ride through Nyhavn, see the colorful houses, and pretend we’re locals.”

He smiled. “And tomorrow?”

She smirked. “Tomorrow, we will fight.”

And with that, the two of them walked off into the night, side by side, not as just friends or coworkers, but as two people learning how to be more than the roles they played—finding something real in the heart of a fairytale city.

---

If the Truth Hurts
Little Mermaid Statue
Copenhagen, Denmark

Copenhagen shimmered under a cold Scandinavian sky, the wind dancing off the waters of the Øresund with a crisp bite that stole breath and seared lungs. It was evening, just after the pale sun had sunk beneath the clouds, and the Little Mermaid statue sat watchfully in her eternal pose of longing and regret. The stone beneath her was slick, darkened by sea spray and the weight of untold stories. And there, a few feet away, leaned Alexandra Calaway — back to the wind, arms crossed tightly over her chest, eyes locked on the statue like it had answers she'd been chasing her entire career.

She wasn’t alone.

LJ, her ever-steady companion in the chaotic world of Sin City Wrestling, stood to her side, silent for once. He knew better than to speak when she was like this. There was a stillness to her, like the calm before a detonation. Her fists were clenched at her sides, not out of rage — not yet — but something far more dangerous: restraint.

"You ever wonder what she’s thinking?" Alexandra asked, voice low, barely above the whisper of wind and waves.

LJ glanced sideways, then at the statue. "The mermaid? Probably something about regret. Giving up everything for a voice she never got back."

Alexandra laughed. Not bitterly. Not sarcastically. But like someone recognizing an echo of their own history. "Sounds familiar."

LJ didn’t reply. He knew where this was going.

"They love a woman who sacrifices herself for the crowd. They want blood, pain, submission. But god forbid you demand something back. Like... respect. Or your name etched into history without needing to sell your soul."

She turned from the statue, finally facing him. Her eyes were stormy. Dark. Electric.

"Joanne Canelli gets to walk back into this business and everyone acts like she never left. Like we’re supposed to fall to our knees because the Jersey Devil has returned from her vacation. Like she matters more than those of us who’ve bled here."

LJ shrugged, but it was more gesture than agreement. "She’s a name."

"So was Nero," Alexandra shot back. "Didn’t stop Rome from burning."

A gust of wind swept between them, tossing a curl of hair into her face. She didn’t move to brush it away. There was a fire building in her chest, and now it was creeping into her bones, demanding motion, violence, and voice.

She stepped forward, toward the statue again, looking past it now. Toward something else. Maybe the arena. Maybe something more abstract.

"She thinks she’s walking into a ring. What she’s really stepping into is my rage, LJ. Years of it. I have been patient. I have played the game. I have watched others rise because of connections, nostalgia, or because they were loud enough to drown out the truth."

Alexandra turned back to him, fire in her voice now, laced with an unhinged intensity that dared the gods to interrupt her. "But I am the truth. And truth... doesn’t need a welcome-back party. It brings judgment. It brings pain."

LJ met her gaze. "Then do what you came to do."

And just like that, something clicked.

The walls came down.

She began to pace, slow and deliberate, boots crunching against gravel and stone as her thoughts become words. Her voice rose, not for him, but for the universe.

"Joanne, I hope you enjoy the fanfare. The spotlight. The illusion that you're still the devil they all fear. Because when the lights go out and it's just you and me in that ring, all the cheers in the world won't save you."

She stopped.

"You're a relic, Joanne. A trophy they pulled off a dusty shelf to parade around before putting you right back where you belong. Forgotten. I too am a trophy they choose to take off a shelf whenever they want to beat someone down. However the difference is.. I don’t let them forget me."

The wind howled through the trees now, as if the city itself was leaning in to listen.

"But me? I'm not a memory. I'm not a footnote. I'm not someone they can ignore anymore. I’ve evolved beyond the fire you used to bring. I am the inferno now. And when I come for you, it's not with admiration or respect. It’s with teeth. With rage. With the fury of a woman who has bled and screamed and endured in silence for too damn long."

She stepped closer to LJ, not looking at him, but through him. Through the veil that separated the performer from predator.

"I will break her. Not just physically. Psychologically. She will question why she ever came back. And when I pin her — no, when I end her — I won't raise my hand. I won't smile. I won't celebrate."

Alexandra’s breath was rapid now, chest rising and falling as if she were already in the match.

"Because it won’t be a victory. It will be an execution."

LJ took a step back. Not out of fear. But respect. Reverence. What stood before him wasn’t just Alexandra Calaway, wrestler, fighter, woman. It was something more. Something mythic.

She turned toward the water again. Silence returned, but only for a moment.

"This is what they wanted. This is what they get. Not the well-behaved bombshell. Not the forgotten middle-carder. They get me. Pure. Unfiltered. Wrath incarnate."

She looked down at her knuckles, flexing them like the ghosts of battles past were still clinging to her skin.

"Let them talk about legends. Let them worship comebacks. I’ll be the footnote on their gravestones."

And then, quieter, to herself:

"Let them remember what happens when you overlook the darkness. It grows. It learns. And then it devours you."

LJ finally spoke, his voice low, steady, the grounding force that tethered the storm. "You ready to kill a devil?"

Alexandra smiled. Not cruel. Not cocky. But deadly.

"No. I'm ready to remind her she never was one."

She laughed as the scene faded to black.

---

The Devils in the Details
Tivoli Gardens
Copenhagen, Denmark

Night had fully descended over Copenhagen, but Tivoli Gardens thrummed like a beating heart, defiant in the dark. The ancient amusement park — a relic wrapped in lights — glowed from within like a secret trying too hard to stay sweet. Red and gold bled through the mist, spilling over the cobblestone like war paint. Brass music slithered through the air, too slow, too warped — a lullaby played one octave too low. Laughter flared in bursts, but it sounded wrong. Too high. Too hollow. Like a recording of joy played on broken speakers.

The scent of burnt sugar, popcorn, and damp leaves mingled with something older — rust, perhaps. Or memory.

And down a path where the light dared not linger, where the shadows coiled tight like serpents and the air ran colder than the season allowed, Alexandra Calaway stood still beneath a flickering gaslamp. The weak light stuttered overhead, making her shape blur between woman and phantom. Her coat hung off her frame like armor. Her breath fogged in the cold, but she made no move to shield herself from it. She didn’t need warmth. She needed blood.

“You ever notice,” she began, her voice low and deliberate, “how the brightest lights always cast the longest shadows?”

The carousel spun in the distance — lazy, discordant, its chipped horses lurching in a circle of mockery. Their teeth were painted into place, eyes wide with permanent delight. Puppets locked in a loop.

“I hate places like this,” Alexandra muttered. “So much color. So much laughter. And it’s all so…desperate. Manufactured magic. Painted joy.”

She took a step forward. Her boots echoed against the stone like war drums.

“This is what people do when they’re afraid to look at the truth. They build things like this. Lights, music, illusions — all of it designed to distract you. From age. From pain. From death. From the bone-deep rot that lives under the skin of everything.”

Another step.

“I see through it. Always have.”

The fog curled around her like a lover, wrapping around her ankles, whispering at her heels. But she walked through it, slow and steady, toward the carousel. Toward the grotesque parody of innocence.

“Joanne Canelli,” she hissed, and her voice cracked like a whip. “You think this world waited for you.”

She laughed — not humor, but hunger. A deep, involuntary sound scraped from somewhere behind her ribs.

“You think because you called yourself the Jersey Devil, the game would pause until you came back. You thought the fans would still chant your name like gospel. That your throne would stay warm. That your crown would stay clean.”

She spun suddenly, arms out, as if addressing an invisible crowd.

“Welcome home, Joanne! Welcome back to the circus! Step right up! See the former legend in all her faded glory — watch her cling to relevance like a ghost that doesn’t know it’s dead!”

She stopped, breath heaving slightly, shoulders squared, eyes locked on the carousel as if daring it to blink.

“But here’s the thing, sweetheart,” Alexandra said, voice like velvet wrapped around a razor. “While you were gone — while you were sipping vintage wine and signing autographs at Comic-Cons, telling old stories like they still mattered — I was building an empire out of the ashes you left behind.”

Her hands clenched at her sides.

“I didn’t come up through pyro and praise. I came up through silence. Through nights with no crowd. Through matches where no one cared if I lived or died in that ring. And I made them care. Not with nostalgia. Not with name recognition. But with blood. With scars. With fury.”

She circled the carousel now, boots crunching over frost-streaked gravel, never taking her eyes off the spinning relic.

“You called yourself the Devil? Cute. But you’re not a Devil. You’re a memory. You’re a bedtime story the kids don’t believe in anymore.”

She leaned against the iron railing that ringed the ride, speaking now like she was whispering into the mouth of Hell itself.

“I didn’t need a name to become a myth. I earned it. Match by match. Bone by bone. I fought my way through glass, through steel, through fire, and I never stopped. I’ve been broken in rings where the ropes were soaked with the sweat of better wrestlers than you. And I came out smiling. Because I don’t fear pain.”

Her hand shot out suddenly and gripped the cold brass pole of one of the horses. She yanked it violently. The horse groaned and wobbled on its axis. Its painted grin stared back at her — mocking, oblivious.

“You come back thinking you’ll just… pick up where you left off. That the locker room will bow. That the crowd will cheer. That I’ll step aside to make room for your resurrection?”

She slammed her hand down on the horse’s face, cracking a piece of flaking paint from its eye.

“You don’t resurrect what’s already rotting.”

Her voice dropped to a growl.

“This isn’t your kingdom anymore. It’s a killing field. And I own every inch of it. Every inch soaked in my sweat, my blood, my history. You left. I stayed. And I conquered.”

She stood tall now, head back, breath fogging like smoke from a forge.

“When we step into that ring, don’t expect a welcome back. Expect a reckoning. Expect every cheer you think you’ve earned to die in their throats. Expect silence.”

A beat.

“No — worse than silence. Indifference. Because once I break you, no one will remember what you were. Not the belts. Not the legacy. All they’ll see is what I left in that ring: a woman broken by someone hungrier. Someone meaner. Someone who never needed to leave… because this ring is my church. My asylum. My battlefield.”

She stepped back from the carousel, eyes burning now.

“You should’ve stayed gone.”

Her voice cracked, not from weakness — but from too much pressure behind it, like a dam seconds before collapse.

“You should’ve stayed in your scrapbook life. Should’ve kept signing 8x10s for old men who still call you champ. Should’ve stayed where it was safe. Because here? In my world?”

She bared her teeth.

“I will not just beat you. I will erase you.”

A silence fell then. The carousel lights flickered out with a final whine, leaving only the mist and the sound of her breath.

She turned, slowly, walking away — not with haste, but with finality. Her boots echoed on the path like footsteps in a cathedral. And as she vanished into the fog, she whispered, almost lovingly:

“It wasn’t time that buried you, Joanne.” A pause. “It was me.”

With that the scene fades to black with Alexandra chuckling darkly.

Queenslayers Blog: Victoria Edition
Hotel Room
Tucson, Arizona

Victoria, I’m the Queenslayer. And You’re Just Another Victim.

You’ve been at this long enough to think you know everything, haven’t you, Victoria? You walk around with that crown of yours, with that championship strapped to your shoulder, acting like you’ve earned it, like you’ve proven something. But I see through the charade. You don’t get to call yourself a queen without knowing what real power feels like. And let me tell you something—you’ve never faced anything like me.

I’m not just some wannabe that thinks she can take your title. I’m the Queenslayer. That’s right, Victoria, I’m the one who has stripped the crown from the heads of so-called queens who thought they could reign over me. And you? You were never going to be an exception. You thought you could stand toe-to-toe with me, that you could hold onto your precious throne, but I’ve already seen you crumble. I’ve pushed you to your breaking point before, and what happened then? You failed.

You remember that time, don’t you, when we went to war? When we faced each other in the ring and you finally realized that you weren’t as untouchable as you thought? You saw it in my eyes, the fire that burned behind them. I dragged you to your limit, and you know deep down I could have ended it. The difference between us, Victoria, is that I know how to push people to the absolute brink. I know how to break them. And you? You’ve never been able to handle it.

What you don’t seem to understand is that this isn’t just a rivalry. This isn’t some petty back-and-forth where we’re trading championships. This is me showing you, once and for all, that you are nothing but a pretender. You’ve been living this illusion of power, thinking your reign was solid, thinking you could keep up with someone like me. But here’s the truth: You’ve never been the queen. You were just a placeholder. And I’m the one who will take you down, just like I’ve done with every other queen before you.

Do you remember when you thought you had me beat? You thought you were above it all, that you could break me. But every time you pushed me, I came back stronger. Every time you tried to tear me down, I stood tall. I’ve always been the one to survive when it mattered. That’s why you’ll never be able to hold onto what you have now. Because deep down, you know what I know—you’ll never be able to break me. And you can never outlast me.
Victoria, you’re so blinded by your own ego that you don’t even realize how far I’ve already gone in your mind. I pushed you to the edge once, and that was only the beginning. Now, I’m going to take everything from you, just like I did before. You may still have the title, but I’m the one who’s truly won.

I’ve already shown you what happens when you face the Queenslayer, when you face someone who has been through every battle, every war, every moment of doubt. You can’t break me, and you never will. I’ll leave you lying in the ruins of your own failures, watching as I take what’s mine, because in the end, the throne has always belonged to me.

XOXO,
Alexandra

---

Storming The Keep
Abandoned Warehouse
Tucson, Arizona

The scene opens in a desolate, ruined warehouse, the remnants of old battles etched into the walls. Flickering lights cast eerie shadows as the camera slowly moves forward, revealing a figure in the center of the room. Alexandra Calaway, draped in a tattered, blood-red coat, sits on a broken throne—one that looks as though it has been pieced together from the wreckage of past wars. Her hands rest on the armrests, her fingers tapping idly as she glares into the camera, her dark eyes burning with unrelenting fury.

"Victoria, Victoria, Victoria... You speak of inevitability as if the script has already been written, as if my fate is to be nothing more than a cautionary tale in the grand story of your reign. How adorably naive."

She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees, tilting her head slightly, a sinister smirk playing on her lips.

"I watched your little display of arrogance. I saw you standing amongst the burning remnants of those who stood before you, basking in the flames like some self-proclaimed deity. I heard every single word, every condescending declaration of your supposed supremacy. You want to talk about history, Victoria? Then let me remind you exactly who I am."

Alexandra slowly rises to her feet, her movements deliberate, her aura growing darker.

"You say it began with me, that I am the curse that refuses to be broken. Well, allow me to confirm your worst fears—I am your goddamn reckoning. The curse you thought you could erase has only festered, evolved into something far more insidious. I am not a ghost lingering in your shadow; I am the nightmare that will rip your world apart piece by piece."

She steps forward, the old wooden floor creaking beneath her boots. Behind her, something stirs in the darkness—a row of shattered mirrors reflecting distorted images of Alexandra, each one whispering fragments of madness.

"You call yourself a queen, draping yourself in self-importance, clutching that title like a lifeline, but tell me, Victoria—what happens when that lifeline is severed? What happens when the walls of your empire crumble, when the weight of your arrogance finally buries you? You call me a desperate woman trying to rewrite her failures? No, Victoria. I am a force of nature, a storm that does not cease until everything in its path is reduced to nothing. You may think you've won this war before, but you have never faced me like this. You have never faced me when I have nothing left to lose and everything to take."

A low, humorless chuckle escaped her lips as she drags a hand through her dark hair, eyes filled with pure, unfiltered malice.

"Your words reek of fear, Victoria. You dress it up in bravado, in proclamations of dominance, but I see it. I feel it. That little crack in your perfect, golden reign. You speak of me as if I am beneath you, yet I am the one standing in your mind, rent-free, poisoning every ounce of your confidence. You want to paint me as a dog chasing something that was never mine? Oh, sweetheart, you are mistaken. I was never chasing—I was biding my time, watching, waiting."

She stops in front of a rusted metal table, where a cracked hourglass sits. Slowly, deliberately, she turns it over, watching the grains of sand spill downward.

"Time is running out, Victoria. For all your speeches, for all your desperate attempts to carve your name into history, the truth remains—you are not untouchable. No queen is. Thrones are built on the bones of those who came before, and yours is looking awfully fragile. You think I can’t handle the weight of that championship? Oh, but I can. And when I take it from you, when I hold it above your broken body, you will finally understand what it means to be truly powerless."

Alexandra’s expression darkens, her eyes gleaming with something unholy.

"And make no mistake, I am not just here to take your crown, Victoria. I am here to defile it. To strip it of its meaning. I will burn your throne to the ground and from its ashes, I will forge something far greater—a legacy carved in agony, a reign baptized in blood."

She breathes in deeply, as if savoring the tension in the air, as if the very thought of destruction fuels her.

"Do you remember what it felt like when you first realized you were afraid of me, Victoria? Not just wary. Not just cautious. But afraid. When the whispers in the back of your mind started eating away at your self-assurance? That moment when you saw me for what I truly am—not an opponent, but a force you cannot contain?"

She runs her fingers along the jagged edges of the shattered hourglass, a bead of crimson forming where the glass bites into her skin. She grins.

"You see, I don’t need to take your crown, Victoria. I just need to make sure you never wear it again. I will take your confidence, your belief in your own invincibility. I will peel back the layers of your arrogance, expose the raw, shaking woman underneath, and when you look in the mirror, you won’t see a queen anymore. You will see a broken fraud who was too blind to know when the end had come."

Alexandra grabs the hourglass and with a sudden, violent motion, smashes it against the table, shards flying in all directions. She steps over the broken pieces, her boots crunching against the glass as she moves closer to the camera.

"You wanted a war? You got one. But this time, there are no rules, no limits, no mercy. You talk about a dynasty, about an unbreakable bond with your brother—well, I have no such ties holding me back. I am unhinged, unleashed, and there is nothing in this world more dangerous than a woman with nothing left to fear. You may call yourself a queen, but I am the executioner, and I have come to collect my due."

She extends her arms slightly, as if embracing the chaos surrounding her.

"So go ahead, Victoria. Keep convincing yourself that your reign is untouchable. Keep adjusting your little crown and whispering sweet nothings to your championship. Because at Blaze of Glory, when the dust settles and the flames die out, there will be no Queen Victoria. There will be no grand legacy. There will only be me, standing above you, the last thing you see before everything fades to black."

She smirks, stepping back into the shadows, her voice a haunting whisper as the screen fades to darkness.

"Long live the fallen queen."

The feed abruptly cuts to black, leaving only the sound of glass crunching beneath her boots. Alexandra's voice lingers even in the darkness, a haunting echo that refuses to be silenced. Her presence is a storm that looms over the battlefield, promising destruction with every passing second. The war is coming, and there will be no prisoners. The stage is set, and when the final curtain falls, only one will be left standing. And Alexandra Calaway intends for it to be her.

---

Sharing in Troubles
Hotel Room
Tucson, Arizona

The sun was beginning to set over Tucson, casting a warm glow that bathed the city in hues of gold, orange, and soft purple. From the balcony of their hotel room, LJ could see the distant mountains, the desert landscape stretching out in the fading light. The quiet hum of the city below felt like a distant echo, a stark contrast to the storm of thoughts swirling in his mind.

He leaned against the railing, staring out into the horizon, trying to push away the anxiety gnawing at him. The show they were here for was just around the corner, yet his thoughts were a million miles away—on Miles, on Kevin, and the search that had taken them across state lines and deep into the heart of uncertainty.
Behind him, the sliding door creaked open, and the soft scent of lavender mixed with the cool desert air. Alexandra stepped outside, her silhouette framed by the last rays of the sun. She walked over to him, her presence steady and calming. For a moment, neither of them spoke. They both just stood there, watching the sun sink lower.

Finally, Alexandra broke the silence, her voice gentle but firm. “You’ve been out here for a while. Miles still hasn’t called?”

LJ exhaled slowly, his fingers curling around the cool metal of the railing. “No. We’ve got nothing. Vegas was a dead end, and now… well, L.A. wasn’t much better. We’re chasing shadows. Kevin could be anywhere.”

She stepped closer, her arm brushing against his as she leaned over the railing beside him, her gaze following his across the city. “And you’re feeling like you’re running out of time?”

LJ didn’t have to answer. The question hung between them, a silent acknowledgment of the weight pressing down on him. He was doing everything he could—everything he and Miles had been doing for weeks—but it never felt like enough. Not when the stakes were this high. Not when a kid who didn’t deserve any of this was out there, lost and alone.

“I don’t know what else to do, love,” he confessed, his voice low. “I keep thinking we’re close, but then we hit a wall. Everyone we’ve talked to, they just keep saying Kevin’s gone, but we don’t know where to go next. And I’m scared, Alex. What if we don’t find him in time? What if something happens to him before we can get to him?”

Alexandra turned her head slightly, her eyes soft but intense, looking at him like she could see straight through the armor he’d built up. Her hand reached out, a quiet gesture that spoke volumes. Her fingers lightly brushed his arm, and it was enough to make him breathe a little easier, just knowing she was there.

“You’re doing everything you can,” she said, her voice unwavering. “You’ve been relentless. And it’s not just about finding Kevin. It’s about showing him that there’s still someone who cares, someone who wants to help him.”

LJ nodded, swallowing hard. “But what if it’s not enough?” he murmured, the doubt seeping through despite his best efforts to push it back.

She stepped in closer, her presence a steadying force. “You don’t get to decide what’s enough, LJ. You’re doing the best you can, and that’s what matters. You’re not giving up on him, Miles isn’t giving up on him, and that means more than you know. You’ve been there for Miles. You’ve been there for me. And you’re showing everyone around you that there’s still hope, even when it feels like everything’s falling apart.”

Her words settled into his chest, the pressure of his worries easing just a fraction. She was right. He couldn’t control everything—couldn’t predict the outcome—but he could keep fighting, keep searching, and keep showing up for the people who needed him most.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Angel,” he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know how I’d keep going through all of this if you weren’t here with me.”

Alexandra looked up at him, her expression soft, her eyes meeting his with an honesty that cut straight to his heart. “And you never will have to find out. We’re in this together, no matter what. You’re not alone in this, LJ. Miles isn’t alone in this.”

The sunset continued to paint the sky above them, the colors shifting and deepening with every passing minute. For the first time in a while, LJ felt a sense of calm. The world outside was still uncertain, the future still unclear, but he wasn’t alone. Not anymore.

He turned to face her fully now, his hand gently touching her arm. “I know you’ve got my back. I just… I just wish I could help fix it. Fix everything. This is really getting to Miles”

“You’re already doing more than enough,” she replied, her hand brushing his with a tenderness that melted some of the tension in his chest. “And we’ll keep doing it together. We’ll find Kevin, LJ. I know we will. It might take all of us in the end.”

LJ stared at her for a long moment, taking in the sincerity in her eyes, the strength in her voice. She believed in him. She believed in them. And that belief was enough to push the lingering doubt out of his mind, if only for tonight.

“I needed to hear that,” he said, his voice quieter now. “I don’t know if I’ve said it enough, but I’m really thankful for you. For everything you’ve done. I mean it, I couldn’t have gotten this far without you.”

Alexandra smiled, a soft curve of her lips. “You don’t have to say it. But I’m glad you did.”

They stood there in silence for a moment, the air cooling as the last rays of sun slipped away. Tucson’s streets twinkled below them, and for the first time all day, LJ felt a flicker of hope. It wasn’t over yet. They still had time. And with Alexandra by his side, he could face whatever came next.

“Alright,” he said, his voice steady again. “We’re gonna find him. We’re not stopping until we do.” He wraps his arms around his girlfriend, the two sharing a kiss, before he pressed his forehead to hers.

“That’s the spirit,” Alexandra replied, her smile brightening. “And remember, we’re in this together. Just like we will be at Blaze of Glory.”

With the cool night air settling around them, they stood side by side, looking out at the sprawling city below, the promise of a new day—and a new chance to find Kevin—hanging just beyond the horizon.

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Ending the Reign
Undisclosed Location
Tucson, Arizona

The screen is black.

No sound. No movement. No life. Just empty, suffocating darkness. The kind of dark that pulls at something primal inside. The kind of dark that isn’t just an absence of light—it’s a presence. A weight. A watching thing. A sharp inhale cuts through the silence. Slow. Ragged. Controlled—but barely.

Then, a flicker. A single candle ignites, casting long, trembling shadows against a cold, unseen surface. The light is weak, desperate, barely holding on against the pressing void.

And then, from the depths of that suffocating blackness—she appears.

Alexandra Calaway.

She sits in the half-light, the glow licking at her face, catching the sharp angles of her features. Her eyes glisten in the fire’s reflection—dark pools of something unreadable, something dangerous. Her fingers stretch toward the flame, hovering just above it. The flickering light dances against her skin, but she doesn’t flinch. She lets it kiss her, lets it burn just enough to feel.

Her lips curl into a smirk—but it’s cold. Humorless. Almost… amused.

“Long live the queen.”

Her voice is a whisper. Mocking. The words drip from her tongue like poisoned honey.

“You sit on your little throne, Victoria. You hold your crown. You clutch your championship so tightly that your hands shake. And yet… I wonder…”

She leans forward, her face half-illuminated by the trembling flame.

“…does it feel as heavy as you claim? Or is it just the weight of your fear pressing down on you?”

She exhales, a slow, deliberate breath.

“You talk about suffering. About sacrifice. You scream into the void, demanding to be heard, demanding that the world recognize the blood you’ve spilled. But here’s the thing, Victoria…”

Her eyes darken. The smirk fades.

“I. Don’t. Care. What have you really sacrificed for that championship? Other than your dignity of course? Nothing. The only person who has ever pushed you to your breaking point when it comes to that title is me. Yet you claim I’m nothing, that I’m beneath you. You may not have come outright and said it, but it was implied.”

The flame trembles, as if reacting to the venom in her voice.

“I didn’t come here to listen to your sob story. I didn’t come here to acknowledge your ‘greatness.’ And I damn sure didn’t come here to bow. You want to talk about pain? About legacy? About what it takes to stay on top?”

Her fingers twitch. The candle’s flame flickers wildly.

“You don’t know the first thing about suffering.”

A pause. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating.

“You think this is about a throne? That throne of yours was a crutch.” she asks, her voice dripping with mock disbelief. “You think I burned your precious symbol of power just for the fun of it?”

The smirk returns, cruel and sharp.

“…You’re right.”

A chuckle escapes her lips—low, dark, almost… delighted.

“I burned it because I could. Because I wanted to see what would happen when the false queen was stripped of her illusion. And what did I find?”

Her voice drops to a whisper, eyes locking onto the camera with an unnatural intensity.

“A pathetic little girl. Desperate. Spiraling. Flailing in the dark, gasping for control that was never really hers to begin with.”

She tilts her head, her gaze never wavering.

“And now, you’re afraid, aren’t you? You won’t say it out loud—you’re too proud for that—but I can feel it.” She breathes in deeply, as if savoring the scent of fear. “It’s in the way your voice shakes beneath all that rage. In the way you repeat yourself, as if saying the words over and over again will make them real. ‘I’m still the queen. I’m still the champion. I’m still the best.’”

She chuckles again, softer this time.

“But we both know the truth, don’t we?”

A long pause. The fire between her fingers flickers dangerously.

“You are already dead, Victoria.”

The words are barely above a whisper, but they echo in the silence like a curse.

She watches the candle for a moment longer, then—without hesitation—snuffs it out with her fingertips. The screen plunges into darkness once more.

But her voice remains.

“You want to break me?” A laugh—low, dark, dripping with something wicked. “Bitch, I was broken long before you ever knew my name.”

The darkness lingers. The silence stretches. And then—

A single sound.

The crackling of flames.

Soft at first, then growing, consuming, devouring.

And through the fire, through the endless abyss, comes the a whisper:

"Burn, little queen. Burn."

The camera flickers to life, the grainy footage revealing the empty, cold expanse of an abandoned warehouse. Dust lingers in the stale air, the silence heavy and oppressive, broken only by the faint echo of footsteps across the cracked floor.

In the dim light, Alexandra appears. Her silhouette is sharp against the decaying walls, the harsh lines of her figure as unmistakable as the fire in her eyes. She’s alone, but she doesn’t need anyone else. She stands still, her hands loosely clasped, her head tilted as she listens to Victoria’s venomous words reverberating through her mind.
A slow smile creeps onto Alexandra’s face, one that doesn’t reach her eyes, which remains cold and calculating. The sound of a match striking against its box breaks the silence, the tiny flame flickering to life before she inhales deeply, letting the smoke curl around her fingers.

"Victoria," she says softly, her voice almost playful, as though she’s savoring the taste of the name, but it’s laced with something dangerous. "Did you think I’d be afraid? That I’d crumble under your threats? You seem to forget that I am the one who pushed you to your limits last time."

The sound of the match being extinguished echoes in the vast space around her as Alexandra throws it to the floor. She steps away from the small fire she’s started, leaving it to flicker in the shadows, symbolizing the very destruction Victoria has promised.

"That crown you cling to so desperately? The one you think defines you? It means nothing to me. You’re right about one thing though..." Her smile grows, darker, sharper. "You did steal something from me. But it’s not what you think."

Her voice lowers, a chilling quietness creeping in.

"You stole the illusion of your own power, Victoria. You took from me the one thing that made you feel untouchable. But you can’t possess what doesn’t belong to you. And now... now you’re going to learn that lesson the hard way."

She pauses, the flickering lights casting long shadows across her face. Her eyes narrow, fixated on something unseen, as though the very thought of Victoria has already begun to unravel her.

"You’re trying to burn me, trying to tear down everything I’ve built? You think I’m going to be consumed by your flames?"

A soft laugh escapes her, bitter and full of disbelief.

"Sweetheart, you’ve got it all wrong. You’ve only given me more fuel."

She steps forward, her boots crunching over the debris, the silence hanging heavily in the air.

"I’m not the one who’s going to burn, Victoria." Her voice drops to a whisper, as if she’s savoring the moment.
"You are."

The camera lingers on her eyes, cold as ice, before the screen fades to black, the sound of flames crackling in the distance.

“So let me get this right....”

LJ laughed looking at the phone on the dash currently on speaker mode because he was driving through the streets of the metro Dallas area, “You can try, bro.”

“No, shut it...you are currently in Texas, spending some quality time with Alexandra and Ashlynn, which I can completely respect. And it’s of course the beginning of spring lacrosse, which I didn’t even know that Ash played and I need to see this in action eventually.”

“Hey, remember I played Lacrosse in grade school.”

“I..I almost forgot about that.”

“Exactly, when I could I was working with her on some of my tricks. She practically begged her mom and I to make sure we would be here for her first game of the season.”

“Admirable, I will give you that.”

“Thank you, and now we are out here, Ally is finding us a spot while I waste time talking to you.”

“Oh thanks for that.”

“What are brothers for?” LJ laughed, “Any luck on the kid?”

“Nada. It’s why I was originally calling you to see if you would help but since you are all the way in fuckin’ Texas, that point is moot.” Miles grumbled.

“When I get back, we’ll go out again but I’m beginning to think that what you said is right. He just doesn’t want to be found.” LJ said looking around and saw Ally walking back to the car, “Ope, here comes trouble.”

“At least let me say hello.”

“You’re gonna get me into trouble, I swear.” LJ rolls down the window, “Hey!”

“What is taking you so long? The match is about to begin.”

“My fault, love. Miles called.” he said pointing to his phone, “Say hello, bro”

“Hey!”

“Hey Miles, you and Carter are well I hope. We all miss you Ash says hello.”  She looked up at LJ as she spoke. “Sorry if I interrupted anything. I can go in and you can come in when you finish. I just don’t want to miss her coming out. I know she’ll be looking for us.”

“Go! Please don’t let me hold you up. Text me and let me know how things went and LJ, we’ll talk later about that other thing alright?”

“Sounds proper, mate. Talk to ya soon.” LJ ends the call and glances to her, as she’s giving him a look, “What’s that look?”

“The other thing?” Ally says batting her eyes, “What are you two up to?”

“Nothing to concern yourself with, just something between brothers.” he says as he pulls himself out of the car, “Let’s go watch your girl kick some ass.”

“Our girl..” She laughed softly. “You know she looks up to you.”

LJ takes her hand as they make their way into the area for the game. Alexandra and LJ take their spots she found and waited for the lacrosse game to start. She smiled up at him, excited that they both could be there for her daughter's first game.

“I know she does. She made sure to put me through the preverbal ringer this week with all the extra practice we did.” he looks at her, “I adore her you know. I love you and I adore her and it is ALL worth it.”

She looked up at him, smiling softly. “I know you do. I’ve not seen her get so close to anyone like she has you. Not in a very long time.” She laughed softly. “I love you too and she adores you. She told me that she likes having you around. That you’ve taught her so much about so many things.”  She bit her lip seeing a group of women looking at them, causing her to roll her eyes.

LJ looked behind them to see the group of women staring at them and talking in hushed whispers to one another, “What? What was that about?”

“Oh just a couple of women over there, pointing and talking about us.”  She sat up a bit, before turning towards him more. Before she can say anything else one of them comes over.

“Hello, I couldn’t help but notice we’ve not seen you all at the games last season. I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Teresa and I just wanted to ask how long you two have been a couple?”  She smiled at them.

LJ sat up a little straighter and painted a smile on his face, "Well ‘ello, I’m LJ and this here is Alexandra and it’s been what now, love...8 months or so since our first date?”

Ally nods, “Sounds about right. We’re here to watch my daughter, Ashlynn. She’s starting her first season with the team. Coach says she’s promising. Could be this handsome gentleman here who made that possible.”

Teresa looks at them for a moment. “Oh so you all are new here. Wait, eight months, so she’s not both of your daughters’.  I knew you looked a bit young to be a father LJ.” She winked at him.

Alexandra stiffens a little hearing the woman’s words. “No, Ashlynn’s father isn’t really in the picture anymore, other than a card or a gift on special occasions for her.” She took a calming breath. “Not that that’s important or anything.”

LJ sensing that wraps his arm around Ally’s smaller shoulders and pulls her closer, nudging her, “It’s not really. I mean, you’ve done a fantastic job with her, as has your support system, I’m just the moral support.”

“Yes and that support means so much more than anyone could ever truly understand.”  She smiled and nudged him playfully.

“Oh, aren't you two cute? I’m sure his support is so healthy for you.” There it was, that condescending tone. Alexandra knew what that meant.

Swallowing hard she looked up at LJ, before she looked back to Teresa. “It’s been so nice to meet you, what was it? Teresa? I do believe the game is starting. Wouldn’t want you to miss it..”

Ashlynn’s team began to enter the field and the game was about to begin. Which brought a sigh of relief to Alexandra. She watched as Teresa headed back to her little flock of hens.

LJ smirked with a laugh, “Well, that was pleasant. Are all the players mom’s that ungodly condescending? What do you think it is, love? My age, my ink or how fucking amazing we look with one another?”

She laughed a little. “Not all of them love, at least I hope not.” She smiled at him. “It could be all of the above honestly. Maybe she’s jealous.”

“Ah, the ol’ ‘she wishes she could afford a pool boy’...maybe we should introduce her to the duo we’re facing this weekend?” LJ raises his eyebrow, “Naaah, that’d be too harsh even for us.”

That pulled a laugh from Alexandra’s lips.  “Naahh.. We could never, darling.” She winked at him. “Unless..”

They both look towards the field and Ashlynn looks back and waves broadly at the both of them. As they both wave back, “A conversation for another time, angel. We have a match to watch.” She gave him a smile and turned to watch her daughter.

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Alexandra is looking into the camera, she rolls her neck, looking as if she’s trying to keep everything boiling up inside her, locked just under the surface. Though a bit of it is starting to peek through as she begins to speak.

"Brooke. Shields. You just don’t know when to quit, do you? Every week, every sneak attack, every cheap shot—like a couple of bratty kids trying to prove a point. You and your little attack-dog boyfriend think you’re making a name for yourselves? Nah. All you’re doing is writing checks your bodies won’t be able to cash. You aren’t the first of your kind I’ve seen come and go. You aren’t going to be the last. I can promise you that.”

She took a deep breath thinking about everything that had happened. All the words thrown her way. Brooke loved to find ways to bring up Alexandra’s age, to constantly remind her of the fact that she wasn’t young anymore.

“And let’s talk about that little nickname you love so much—‘grandma.’ You say it like it’s supposed to hurt me. From twitter, to promos, to backstage jokes with anyone you think will listen. The only person who listens to you is Logan. You acted like it’s bad.  Like I should be ashamed of experience, of resilience, of proving myself in this business long before you were even born, long before you were legal enough to step in the ring. But see, sweetheart, what you don’t realize is that while you’re still learning how to lace up your boots, I’ve already built a legacy.”

She shook her head, the word really didn’t bother her. People her age were far more common in this industry.

“You? You’ve got nothing. You’re just Logan’s arm candy, riding his coattails, running your mouth, hoping that someone, anyone, takes you seriously. But here’s the reality check you weren’t ready for—nobody does. You’re not a threat, Brooke. You’re a distraction. A plaything for people like Logan. Eyecandy. Nothing more than fap material for the young men. You want respect, earn it babydoll. Because from where I’m standing, you don’t even respect yourself. Why should anything you’ve got to say bother me?”

Alexandra shrugged her shoulders, looking over at LJ, before continuing. A lot to get off her chest, but not a lot of time to do so.

“Your taunts are overused. You know who else had to play at my age as her target against me. Harper. She tried that, look how it worked out for her. I beat her several times over. But.. unlike her, you aren’t going to get chance after chance to face me. This is a one and done type situation. And as these things often go, should you feel the need to step into my business again, repeatedly looking for me to stroke your bruised little ego, thinking you’ll finally get one over on me. I’ll give you a chance, you can certainly try, but the outcome will still be the same.”

She pauses, waiting to see if LJ has anything he would like to say. When he motions for her to continue, she does.

“You sit here and brag about what you and Logan are going to do to us in the street fight. It just proves how new to this industry you really are. Or rather how full of yourselves you have portrayed yourself to be. Because LJ has more than proven he can deal with anything you all have to bring to the table. And I have personally been through street fights, hardcore matches and things that would make you faint in fear of what could happen to your precious little face. You aren’t ready for this Princess. This, this is a street fight? That’s when all the talking stops. No disqualifications. No sneak attacks. No running. Just you, me, and the consequences of every cowardly little stunt you and Logan have pulled. So keep laughing, keep calling me ‘grandma’—because when this is over, the only thing people will remember about Brooke Shields… is how she got silenced."

Alexandra steps forward, looking straight into the camera, her voice cold and final.

"And trust me, sweetheart… I’ve earned everything I’ve ever gotten in this business. Bled for it in ways you never could. But after this fight? You’re gonna have to earn the right to walk with your head held high again. You’re gonna have to earn the right to step into a ring, without remembering what it was like when a “grandma” beat your ass."

She shook her head.

“And you Logan, you are just a little bitch on a very short leash, held by a barbie doll who likes to believe she’s above everyone else. She pokes at me, because deep inside, she’s insecure. She knows she’ll never compare to me. She wants to be me someday, sadly that will never happen. She doesn’t have what it takes. As for you though, I know LJ will take you out without even blinking an eye. He is primed and ready. I know he’s ready to do what needs to be done. Because unlike you, he doesn’t need his girl to speak for him. He can do that all by himself.”

She took another look up at LJ.

“Darling, I believe you had quite a bit you’d like to say.”

She waited for him to continue, her gaze on the camera.

"Logan Hunter. The biggest fraud to ever come strolling into SCW, all piss and vinegar, thinking he could just push people around and bulldoze his way to the top. You showed up with your chest puffed out, talking loud, trying to intimidate your way into relevance like some muscle-headed playground bully who peaked in high school. But the thing about bullies, Logan? They always get punched in the damn mouth. And buddy, I’ve been itching to be the one to do it.

Since day one, you’ve made it your mission to be the biggest, most unbearable jackass in the room. You strut around like you’re God’s gift to wrestling, like we should all bow at your feet just because you’ve got a couple of wins under your belt. But let me remind you of something: wins don’t mean shit when nobody respects you. And Logan? Nobody respects you. You’re not feared. You’re not revered. You’re not a monster—you’re a damn parasite, leeching off anyone who will give you the time of day, trying to feed off of our hard work because deep down, you know you could never measure up to someone like me.

You call yourself a tough guy, but all I see is a trust-fund baby who’s never had to fight for a damn thing in his life. Everything you have? Handed to you. Every opportunity? Bought and paid for. And you’ve got the audacity to act like you’re some self-made badass? Please. The only thing you’ve ever built is that fragile little ego of yours, and I’m gonna shatter that right along with your jaw when we step into that street fight.

And then there’s Brooke Shield. Loud. Obnoxious. Grating. The human equivalent of nails on a chalkboard, barking like some rabid chihuahua whenever she’s within ten feet of a microphone. I swear to God, every time she opens her mouth, I lose brain cells. But hey, it makes sense. A bitch like her needs a bitch like you on a leash, Logan. You’re not her equal. You’re not her partner. You’re her overpriced, overhyped accessory—something she keeps around because it makes her look more important.

Brooke, let me make something crystal clear—you can flap your gums all you want, but when that bell rings, Ally’s going to rearrange your entire face. See, I don’t even have to worry about you, because Alexandra Callaway is going to break you in half and smile while she does it. And I will be right there, watching, laughing, enjoying every second of it.

But you, Logan? You’re mine. No refs to save you. No rules to protect you. No easy way out. Just you, me, and the reality check you’ve been dodging since the day you slithered into this company. You wanna play the big bad wolf? Then step up. But you better be ready, because I don’t huff and puff—I tear motherfuckers apart.

This isn’t a match anymore. This is a reckoning. And I’m bringing hell with me. See you in the street, bitch."

With that the two of them look at each other, a bright smirk on their faces, before turning back to look at the camera as it fades to black.

Lessons in The Industry
Queenslayers Blog
Las Vegas, Nevada

The Aftermath, The Future, and The Fight Ahead
Wrestling is war. It’s not just about the moments inside the ring; it’s about the mind games, the betrayals, the unexpected attacks, and the ever-present thirst for victory. Over the last few weeks, I’ve experienced all of the above. Brooke and Logan, you’ve made this personal. Your attacks on LJ and me weren’t just about gaining an upper hand—they were about sending a message. And guess what? Message received loud and clear. But if you think for one second that I’m going to cower in fear, that any of us will or that I’m going to let you get away with your actions unscathed, then you don’t know any of us at all.

You’d think Brookie would learn after a while. After that powerbomb through the announce table, you think she would have had the sense God gave a goldfish and backed the fuck off. But no, she doesn’t have a brain in that head. But every time she

Logan went to management and demanded to face Miles. Do you know what hell you’ve just brought down upon yourself? If you thought I was protective over LJ, I can’t WAIT to see you deal with Carter. Now you have a match with Miles this week, and let’s be real—I don’t trust you as far as I could throw you. I fully expect you to pull something shady, some underhanded tactic that lets you claim a victory you don’t deserve. Because that’s what people like you do. You don’t earn your success; you steal it. You manipulate, you scheme, and you attack when backs are turned. But karma always comes full circle. And trust me, when it does, I’ll be right there to make sure it hits you square in the face.

Victory at Inception VII: A Night to Remember
Winning at Inception VII was one of the proudest moments of my career, not just because of the victory itself, but because of who was there to witness it—my daughter, Ashlynn. It meant everything to me to have her in the crowd, watching her mother do what she does best. And yeah, I walked out of that match a bloody mess, thanks to Bea Barnhart. But you know what? That’s part of this business. Every cut, every bruise, every ounce of blood spilled was worth it to prove that I belong at the top. And Ashlynn got to see firsthand exactly what it means to fight with everything you have. That moment will live with me forever. I’ve always said she’s my whole life and I meant that. She’s been my strength when I had none. So knowing she got to see that, made all the difference in the world.

Cassie Wolfe: The Roadblock in My Path
But there’s no time to bask in past victories when the road ahead is filled with new battles. Cassie Wolfe stands between me and my rightful place in the Chamber. And let me make one thing crystal clear—I plan on taking that spot. Cassie, I hope you’re reading this and you’re ready because this isn’t just another match for me. This is about proving a point. This is about securing my place in that Chamber and making sure that when all is said and done, it’s my hand being raised in victory. I respect your talent, but respect isn’t going to stop me from doing what I need to do. Respect isn’t going to stop me from taking that Chamber spot and moving on to get my hands on Gold again.

Valentine’s Day Plans
With everything going on, it’s easy to get caught up in the chaos, but I haven’t forgotten that Valentine’s Day is right around the corner. No matter how intense things get in the ring, LJ and I are making sure to take time for ourselves. We’re planning on spending the day together, enjoying some well-deserved peace before stepping back into the fire. It’s moments like these that remind me why I fight so hard—to protect and cherish the people I love.

The Future is Mine
Everything I’ve been through, every obstacle I’ve faced, has led me to this moment. The attacks, the bloodshed, the mind games—it’s all fuel to the fire that burns inside me. I will not back down. I will not be deterred. Brooke and Logan, your time is coming. Cassie, get ready for the fight of your life. And as for that Chamber? I plan on walking in with nothing to lose and walking out with everything in my grasp.

Because that’s what warriors do. And I am a warrior.

See you all in the ring.

Your Queenslayer,
Alexandra

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Bonding Time and Rollercoaster Rides
Belmont Park
Santa Cruz, California

Scene opens at Belmont Park in San Diego, the sun beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the bustling amusement park. The sound of laughter, crashing waves, and carnival games fills the air. The scent of salty ocean breeze mixes with the sweet aroma of funnel cakes and cotton candy. Alexandra, dressed casually in jeans and a leather jacket, walks beside LJ, her arm draped protectively over the shoulders of her daughter, Ashlynn, who excitedly tugs at her hand. LJ taking her other hand as they walk.

"Mom, can we go on the Giant Dipper next? Pleeease? It’s the coolest ride ever!"

Alexandra smirks, glancing at LJ with an amused expression. She gives a pause, thinking it over, before smiling at her daughter.

"You sure you can handle that, kiddo? It’s a classic, but it’s no joke." She tilts her head looking at her daughter.

"She’s got this, just like her mom. Tough as nails, right Ash?" LJ light pats Ashlynn on the shoulder.

Ashlynn grins, nodding enthusiastically as they make their way toward the roller coaster. The line is relatively short, giving them a few minutes to chat as they wait. Alexandra looks down at her daughter, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

"Having fun?"

"Duh! This place is awesome! But I think you and LJ are just scared to go on the rides with me."

LJ chuckles, nudging Alexandra, leaning over close to her, almost overly flirtatiously.

"She’s calling us out, Angel."

"Oh, is that right? You think I’m scared, huh? Alright, Ash. You’re on. Let’s see who screams the loudest." Alexandra looks between them before laughing.

Ashlynn giggles, bouncing on her heels as they finally reach the front of the line. They climb into the coaster, Alexandra sitting in the back of the ride car with LJ as Ashlynn sits in the car in front of them. As the ride begins its slow climb up the first hill, Alexandra glances at Ashlynn, who is practically vibrating with excitement.

"Last chance to back out, kid." Alexandra crinkles her nose teasingly, knowing they are well past that point.

"Never!" Ashlynn laughs.  “Let’s do this!!”

The coaster reaches the peak before plunging down the first drop. Ashlynn’s laughter and Alexandra’s whooping mix with the screams of other riders. LJ throws his arms up, embracing the adrenaline rush. As the ride comes to a stop, Ashlynn jumps out first, victorious.

"I win! You totally screamed, Mom!"

Alexandra shakes her head, feigning defeat. "Alright, alright. You got me. But that was just a warm-up. What’s next?"

Ashlynn looks around, eyes landing on the carnival games. "LJ’s turn, he gets to… Win me a giant stuffed bear!"

LJ laughs, cracking his knuckles. He rolls his shoulders which brings a laugh from Alexandra’s lips. "You got it, kid. Watch and learn."

They make their way to a ring toss game, where LJ, ever the showman, dramatically lines up his shot. Alexandra leans in, whispering to Ashlynn. "Think he’s got it?"

"Maaaybe. But if he loses, I bet you can win it."

Alexandra smirks, folding her arms as LJ throws the first ring… and misses. He scowls, shaking his head before trying again. The second ring lands perfectly, earning cheers from Ashlynn. Alexandra watches as they start bonding more and it brings a bright smile to her face.

"Told you I got this!" LJ smirks, moving over to kiss Alexandra’s cheek, motioning towards Ashlynn and the giant stuffed bear.

Ashlynn grabs the giant stuffed bear, hugging it tightly. "Best. Day. Ever!"

Alexandra watches her daughter’s excitement, a rare softness in her eyes. She glances at LJ, nodding in silent appreciation. The night continues with more games, rides, and laughter, as the trio enjoys a much-needed night of fun and bonding. After a while, they take a break at a bench near the boardwalk, Ashlynn happily munching on a churro while Alexandra leans against LJ, his arm wrapped around her shoulders.

Ashlynn speaks up first. "You guys look so cute together. It’s kinda weird, but also kinda nice."

Alexandra smirks, glancing at LJ. Then looking back over at her daughter. "Oh yeah? Weird how?"

Ashlynn shrugs. "I dunno… just different. But I like it. LJ makes you smile more, and it’s nice to see."

LJ chuckles, ruffling Ashlynn’s hair. Alexandra and LJ share a smile, a gaze that says more than their words ever could. "Well, your mom’s pretty amazing. And you’re not so bad yourself, kid."

Ashlynn giggles, brushing his hand away. "Alright, alright, no mushy stuff. Let’s do one more ride before we go? The carousel?"

Alexandra and LJ exchange amused glances before nodding.

"Carousel it is. Let’s go."

“Mom, it’s so good to see you and LJ chilling before you have to go to work. I know it’s not easy on either of you.” She took a bite of the churro and smiled. “I’m just saying.”

“Hey, I’m..” She looked over at LJ who nodded. “We are never too busy for you.”

“Your mum’s right.” LJ chimed in. “Ash, I promised you I’d be there for both of you, as long as you all would have me. That hasn’t changed.”

“I know. I just like getting to see this side of you all.” Ashlynn nodded, holding the giant stuffed bear in her arms.

“And we like getting to have you with us.” Alexandra smiled. “You know you are the most important person in my life.” She hugged her daughter softly.

"I know mom, but LJ's a part of that now too." Ashlynn smiled. "And I'm happy about it."

“Hey, let’s go ride the carousel now.. I believe that was promised.. Right Angel?” LJ smiled at Alexandra and offered his hands to them.

“Right..” They both nodded bright smiles on all their faces.

This was the start of something new, a promise.

As they walk toward the glowing carousel, Ashlynn grabs both Alexandra’s and LJ’s hands, swinging them slightly. Alexandra and LJ share a look, an unspoken understanding passing between them. This? This was happiness. As the night winds down, the three of them ride together, laughter filling the air as the carousel spins, the lights of Belmont Park twinkling around them. They stay late into the evening, actually closing the park. Knowing soon that it will be back to business.

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Déjà Vu
Sunset Cliffs
San Diego, California

Scene opens at night at Sunset Cliffs in San Diego, the waves crashing against the rugged shoreline under the moonlight. Alexandra stands near the edge, the ocean breeze tousling her hair. Her posture is relaxed, yet there’s a weight behind her gaze—a mix of hardened experience and unwavering confidence. A smirk slowly tugs at the corner of her lips as she looks directly into the camera.

"Cassie Wolfe… déjà vu, isn’t it? Feels like just yesterday you were standing across from me, so sure that this was your time, that you had what it took to take me down. You believed that heart, resilience, and a little fire were enough. And what happened? Reality happened. You hit a wall, and that wall was me. It seems every time I’m involved in a match against you, you can’t quite get the job done. Honestly, I’m hoping you will. Perhaps it will give your ego the boost it needs."

She snaps her fingers, her expression unwavering. She didn’t dislike Cassie in the slightest, despite what the young avenger might think. She could see potential in her, a potential that still needed to grow, and if Alexandra could cultivate that some, she would. Some day, Cassie would be a top star, it would just take some time.

"I don’t say that to mock you, Cassie. I say that because I know exactly where you’re coming from. I’ve been in your shoes before. So young, so full of the need to be on top. I remember the hunger, the need to prove myself against the best. But see, the difference between you and me? I actually did it, you get almost there and then you let one loss take hold of your every thought. I took my beatings, I learned, I adapted, and I evolved. I became a name people remember. And that? That’s what separates a contender from a veteran, and it always will."

She steps forward, the moonlight reflecting in her eyes, a balance of intensity and certainty. She’s joined by her boyfriend LJ, who stands silent, but his hand rests on the small of her back. She looks up at him, then back at the camera.

"You want to run it back, and I respect that. You want to prove that you’ve grown since last time. But let’s not pretend you don’t have doubts, Cassie. That nagging voice in the back of your head? How it tells you that you can’t do it. That you don’t have what it takes to dethrone me. How every time you’ve stepped into that ring with me, you’ve fallen short. The truth is in the tapes darling. Run it back all you want, but your mind, it’s telling you the truth—that no matter how much you push yourself, no matter how much you ‘want it,’ there are levels to this, and you’re still trying to reach where I already stand."

She crosses her arms, tilting her head slightly, her smirk sharp but devoid of malice. She takes a moment to pause, mulling over her thoughts. She doesn’t want to kill that spark she sees in Cassie, if anything she’d love to stoke those flames, make the younger woman push herself harder.

"See, I’m not here to play the villain, and I’m not here to be your hero either. Though we both know that’s the role you want to play, the hero. I guess this makes me the Deadpool to your Wolverine, your antithesis if you will. I’m here to do what I’ve always done—step into that ring and own it. I don’t just fight, I define the battlefield. I don’t just defeat people—I remind them of exactly where they stand in this industry. And Cassie, right now? You’re still looking up. Still hoping that today is the day that you’ll finally make it to the top, to be amongst the creme de la creme of the industry."

A pause. The waves crash against the rocks below, relentless and unmoving, much like Alexandra herself. She looks down at them, making the camera’s line of sight follow hers.

"You hear that, Cassie? The tide doesn’t stop. It wears down everything in its path, reshaping the landscape whether the rocks like it or not. That’s me. I don’t hesitate. I don’t slow down. And I don’t let nostalgia, sentiment, or ‘potential’ cloud my vision. I do what needs to be done. And I see a possibility of greatness in you. Do not disappoint me. Do not make me regret giving you another shot at facing me.”

Alexandra’s expression hardens, but there’s no hatred in her voice—only certainty. The certainty that at the end of this, both of them will come out a bit different.

"Last time, I gave you a lesson. This time, I’m giving you a reality check. You don’t get to skip steps. You don’t get to rise to the top just because you want it badly enough. You earn it, through pain, through perseverance, through losses that make you question everything. I know, because I lived it. And if you’re serious about becoming someone in this business, then you’ll understand that what I’m about to do to you isn’t personal. It’s necessary. It’s a lesson we’ve all had to learn. Hell, ask Jessie Salco, she paid her dues. Ask Joseph.. I’m sure he’ll tell you the same Cassie. It takes time and right now, isn’t yours. That Elimination Chamber spot belongs to me."

She cracks her knuckles, the sound barely audible over the roaring waves.

"You say you’re ready, Cassie? Then prove it. And if you’re not? Well… you’re going to learn real fast that this business doesn’t wait for you to catch up. I’m not going to make it easy on you simply because I want to see you achieve greatness someday. I plan on carving my path back to the Gold. I plan on taking what I have rightfully earned, defended, lost and bled for once again. Someday will be your time, but not right now, this is MY time.. And I will not allow you to take what is rightfully mine."

Alexandra steps even closer to the camera, her voice low and unwavering.

"I don’t do mercy. I don’t do ‘may the best woman win.’ I do results. And when that bell rings, I’m going to remind you—and everyone else watching—exactly why my name still carries weight."

The camera lingers on her unwavering stare before it slides out over the ocean. When the screen flickers back on her, Alexandra is now seated on a rocky ledge overlooking the ocean. LJ sits just behind her, looking out over the water. The wind howled around her, but she’s unshaken by the Tempest. Her voice is calmer, more introspective, but no less firm.

"Cassie, I’ve been where you are. I know the hunger, the fight, the desire to prove yourself. But let me give you one last lesson—wanting it and earning it are two very different things. You don’t get handed respect. You take it. And right now, you haven’t taken a damn thing. Nor will you be taking anything tonight."

She runs a hand through her hair, exhaling sharply.

"I’ve seen plenty of hopefuls like you come and go. Some of them lasted. Most of them didn’t. The ones who made it? They took their beatings, they learned, and they came back stronger. So when this is over, Cassie, and you’re picking yourself up off that mat, ask yourself—are you going to be one of the ones who learns? Or are you going to be just another name in a long list of people who almost had what it took, but failed at it miserably? I personally would like to see you achieve greatness, but it will not be at my expense. You see there’s two roadblocks in my way to getting back to the Gold. You and that Elimination Chamber and I plan on taking the win in both."

She leans forward, her eyes narrowing.

"This isn’t about good versus evil. It’s not about proving I’m better than you—I already know I am. This is about showing you what you think you’re ready for? You’re not. Not yet. But if you survive this, maybe—just maybe—you’ll finally understand what it takes."

A final smirk crosses her lips as the screen fades to black one last time. Alexandra's voice is heard in the darkness, one final chilling statement lingering as the sound of the waves echoes in the background.

"This time when you step into my world, Cassie, don’t come looking for validation. This time come looking for survival."

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.

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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.

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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.

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.

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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.

Couple of the Year material
The Leo Kent Hotel
Tucson, Arizona

The scene begins with Alexandra Calaway stretched out on her hotel bed, the soft glow of her laptop lighting up her face. She’s scrolling through social media, chuckling at the photos and clips fans posted from the meet-and-greet earlier that day. The buzz of her phone on the nightstand interrupts her scrolling. A quick glance at the screen reveals her daughter’s name, and an immediate warmth softens her expression as she picks up.

“Hey, baby girl!” Alexandra greets, her tone brimming with affection.

“Mom!” Her daughter’s voice crackles through the line, equal parts excited and amused. “Oh my gosh, I just saw that karaoke video. You and LJ were... something else! What was that all about?”

Alexandra laughs, brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face. “Oh, Carter’s fault, as usual. He thought we needed a ‘couple of the year’ moment, you know because of the polls and stuff. He decided for us and threw us up there to sing ‘Lay All Your Love on Me.’”

Her daughter snickers. “You two were actually really good! A little over the top, maybe, but in the most adorable way. The way you kept looking at each other... Is there something you’re not telling me?”

Alexandra smirks, her voice taking on a teasing edge. “Don’t you start, Ashlynn! It was for the fans, plain and simple. Besides, LJ’s the drama queen. He’s the one who turned it into a spectacle. We are dating, but that's it.”

"Right mom." Ashlynn laughed. "You'd tell me if there was more right?"

"Of course I would sweetie." As if summoned, a knock sounds at the door. Alexandra glances over. “Hang on, sweetie. Someone’s here.”

She sets the phone down and strides to the door, pulling it open to find LJ standing there, a cocky grin on his face and two cups of coffee in hand. He raises a brow.

“Everything alright?” he asks, stepping in without waiting for an invitation.

“Just my little girl giving me a small scare,” Alexandra says, motioning him inside. Picking up her phone, she switches it to speaker. “You’re on with LJ now.”

“Hi, LJ!” her daughter chirps, her excitement palpable.

“Hey there, kiddo!” LJ replies with his signature easy charm. “Did you catch your mom and I on stage tonight? Absolutely legendary.”

“Oh, I saw it all right,” Ashlynn quips, her tone playful. “You two were extra, but it was cute. Got the internet buzzing for sure.”

Alexandra groans, throwing her free hand in the air. “See what you started, LJ?”

LJ chuckles as he sets the coffee on the nightstand and plops down at the edge of the bed. “Hey, I was just following Carter’s orders. Plus, admit it—you had fun. And you were incredible, love.”

Alexandra narrows her eyes at him but can’t hide the smile tugging at her lips. “Fine, maybe I did. But you’re picking the song next time.”

Her daughter’s laughter echoes through the speaker. “Next time? Is this, like, a new thing now?”

“Not if I can help it,” Alexandra retorts, though her grin betrays her. “Glad you enjoyed it, though. Just don’t make it a trending topic, okay?”

“Too late,” Ashlynn teases, giggling. “It’s already viral, Mom. You’re practically a karaoke icon now.”

LJ leans into the phone, his expression smug. “Told you we were good.”

Alexandra shakes her head, stifling a laugh as she nudges LJ’s shoulder. The two share a look, the kind of unspoken connection that says more than words ever could. It’s clear the two are absolutely mad about each other. Their gaze is full of love.

“All right, sweetheart,” Alexandra says, her tone softening. “Get some sleep, and we’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Night, Mom! Night, LJ!”

“Night, kiddo,” LJ calls back, he gives her a laugh before the phone is pulled away.

As the call ends, Alexandra places the phone aside, fixing LJ with a mock glare. “You’re a terrible influence, you know that?”

LJ leans back on his hands, a cocky grin on his face. “And yet, here you are, still smiling.”

Alexandra curled up against his chest. “Listen, I was a good girl before you came along.” He ran his fingers through her hair.

“Sure Angel..” LJ chuckled. “Because falling for the younger brother of your best friend is such a good girl move.”

Alexandra playfully shoves him and the scene fades as Alexandra shakes her head, her laughter bubbling up, filling the room as LJ joins in, their camaraderie as natural as breathing. It’s clear that their future is definitely full of happiness.

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Life has a funny way of showing us the way
The Leo Kent Hotel Lobby
Tucson, Arizona

The Leo Kent Hotel, a luxurious and modern setting with sleek marble floors, sparkling chandeliers, and a quiet hum of activity. Alexandra Calaway stands in the center of the lobby, dressed in her wrestling gear with a leather jacket draped over her shoulders. Her purple boots, now tightly laced, click against the pristine floor as the camera zooms in. Behind her, the opulence of the hotel contrasts with her steely demeanor. She takes a slow breath, her expression both calm and dangerous.

"The Leo Kent Hotel. A place of class, elegance, and tranquility—none of which describe you, Aleesha. Yet here I stand, in the heart of sophistication, ready to address a woman who calls herself ‘Rated E for Everyone.’ Cute catch phrase. But if you’re rated E, Aleesha, then I’m unrated—uncensored, unrestricted, and unrelenting. And tonight, I’m here to tell you exactly why the lesson you tried to teach me is about to backfire."

She steps toward the hotel’s grand fountain, the sound of water bubbling faintly in the background. Her tone becomes sharper, her gaze locked on the camera.

"You stood in your locker room, lacing up your boots and spewing your supposed wisdom about what I need to learn. You said I let people get to me. You said I care too much about being respected. And you said I wasn’t ready to take that next step. Well, Aleesha, you’ve got it twisted. What you call weakness is what makes me dangerous. My emotions? My passion? That’s the fire that has carried me through wars you wouldn’t survive. And while you were sitting pretty, judging from your little throne of self-righteousness, I’ve been crawling through hell and clawing my way back for a moment just like this."

She smirks, turning to glance briefly at the concierge desk before fixing her piercing eyes back on the camera.

"You talked about how people ‘trash talk’ me, how they throw dirt on my name. Do you think that’s news to me? I’ve had bottles cracked over my skull, been thrown headfirst into concrete, and been written off as nothing more than a stepping stone. And yet, here I stand, Aleesha. Stronger. Smarter. More dangerous than ever. Every scar I carry is a badge of honor, proof that I survive what others can’t. But you, Aleesha? You don’t know the first thing about survival. Not when it comes to standing across the ring from me. You are walking into a vipers pit and you don’t even realize it."

Her tone grows colder, her voice steady and venomous.

“You say I’m not ready for this moment. But let’s talk about you. You’re so desperate to make yourself the authority on what it takes to succeed in this business. But let’s be real, Aleesha—you’re not giving advice; you’re projecting your own fears. You see me, and you see a threat. You see me, and you realize that you’re standing on borrowed time. You can feel it, can’t you? The weight of someone who is everything you pretended to be knocking on your door. It’s terrifying, isn’t it?"

She removes her leather jacket, tossing it over the back of a chair near her. Her presence dominates the space, and hotel guests start to whisper as they notice her intensity.

"You said I need to learn to stop being respectful to people who don’t deserve it. Funny, coming from someone who spent an entire promo pretending to praise me just so you could tear me down. You don’t respect me, Aleesha. You fear me. You fear what happens when I step into that ring and show the world that I’m not just some 'bright point.' I’m the main event. I’m the woman who’s going to drop you on your arrogant ass and prove that I don’t just belong in this division—I define it."

She steps closer to the camera now, her voice lowering but losing none of its intensity.

"You wanted to lecture me about lessons. Here’s one for you. Survival isn’t about keeping your hands clean or your emotions in check. It’s about doing whatever it takes, no matter how messy, how brutal, or how bloody. And when that bell rings, I won’t just survive, Aleesha—I’ll thrive. I’ll use every ounce of that fire you mock, every shred of that emotion you underestimate, and I’ll make sure you regret underestimating me."

She glances toward the grand staircase leading to the upper floors, a sly smirk creeping across her face.

"This hotel is fitting, don’t you think? Luxurious, pristine, a place where people like you feel at home. But here’s the thing about fancy places like this: it only takes one person to shatter the peace. One person to ruin the perfection. And that person, Aleesha, is me. At High Stakes, I’m walking into that ring, and I’m treating it like this lobby. I’m flipping tables, breaking glass, and leaving you lying in the wreckage."

She leans closer into the camera, her smirk gone, replaced by a deadly seriousness.

"You think you’re ready for this? For me? You’re not. You think you can school me? Teach me? You can’t. Because the one thing you’re about to learn, Aleesha, is that Alexandra Calaway doesn’t just survive. She conquers. And you? You’ll be nothing more than a lesson in my history."

She turns and picks up her jacket, draping it over her shoulder. With one last glare into the camera, she delivers her final words.

"I’ll see you in the ring, professor. Class dismissed, at least for you. I have other people to deal with now. People you seem to believe aren’t worthy of that attention you so badly crave."

She shook her head, there was still so much to say about this match, and she had very little time left to do it.

"Harper Mason... You’ve got everyone talking, don’t you? The rookie with ambition, the one brave—or foolish—enough to take on two matches in one night. Standing on a rock, overlooking a city like you’re some heroine in an epic story. It’s cute. But here’s the thing, Harper... this isn’t a story. This isn’t some journey of self-discovery where sheer determination conquers all. This is High Stakes. This is war. And the battlefield? It’s littered with the bones of people who thought they could handle what they signed up for."

She takes a step forward, her boots echoing against the marble floor. Her tone becomes sharper, more biting.

"You think you’re ready for what’s coming, don’t you? You’ve done the training, hyped yourself up in your little vlogs, even convinced yourself that juggling two matches is a sign of strength. But let me make one thing crystal clear, Harper—you’re not the first to stand where you are, and you won’t be the last to fall."

She tilts her head, a faint smirk crossing her lips as she leans casually against the front desk, her fingers tapping lightly on the surface.

"You want to talk about mountains? I’ve climbed them. I’ve become them. For years, I’ve stood in rings like this, staring down competitors just like you—full of heart, full of fire, and always, always unprepared for what happens when that fire burns out. You see, Harper, while you’re busy splitting your focus between two matches, I’m locked in. Tunnel vision. One goal: ripping apart anyone who dares stand between me and that title opportunity. That includes you."

Alexandra pushes off the desk, walking slowly toward the grand staircase in the center of the lobby. Her voice lowers, every word deliberate and menacing.

"You’ve got this big idea that your story’s just beginning, that this is your moment to shine. But let me let you in on a little secret, Harper. Stories like yours? They don’t end in triumph. They end with a harsh dose of reality. And I am that reality. At High Stakes, I’m not coming to validate your dreams, Harper—I’m coming to crush them. To show the world why someone like me, someone who has spent years perfecting this craft, stands tall while someone like you, with all your ambition, crumbles under the weight of it all."

She pauses on the first step of the staircase, looking down at the camera as if she’s addressing Harper directly.

"You’ve bitten off more than you can chew, kid. You don’t survive matches like this with heart alone. You survive with precision, with ruthlessness, with the willingness to do whatever it takes to win. And let me tell you something, Harper—I’ve got all three in spades. You? You’re just a girl playing a hero in a world that doesn’t have any."

She descends the step, her expression hardening.

"So bring your determination. Bring your ambition. Bring your fire. I’ll bring the cold, unrelenting force that will snuff it out. High Stakes isn’t about making statements, Harper—it’s about making history. And the only name they’ll remember when that bell rings isn’t yours."

She steps closer to the camera, her smirk turning into a sinister glare.

"It’s Alexandra Calaway. And I’m not climbing the mountain, Harper. I am the mountain. Good luck trying to survive the fall. Which brings me to you, Cassie. What a view, huh? This lobby, this city, this moment... but enough about that—let’s talk about what really matters: me."

She smirks, adjusting the cuffs of her jacket. Her tone carries an air of both amusement and disdain.

"Cassie Wolfe, the ‘Rebel Princess,’ making waves and cracking jokes like this is some high school talent show. You’ve got charisma, I’ll give you that. But charisma doesn’t win matches, and neither do cute little catchphrases. You think standing here, spewing cheap shots about titles and ‘Hungry Like The Wolfe’ puns, puts you on my level? Darling, you couldn’t reach my level if I lent you a ladder."

Alexandra begins walking through the opulent lobby, the click of her heels echoing like a countdown.

"Let’s break this down, shall we? You’re fixated on Harper, Aleesha, and whoever else you can manage to insult in one breath, but you forgot one crucial thing. I’m here too. And unlike the rest, I’m not here to banter, play friends, or indulge your delusions of grandeur. I’m here to dominate."

She stops in front of the grand staircase, running a hand along the railing as her voice grows colder.

"Cassie, you can talk all day about being ‘The Future Star of the Year,’ but let’s get real. Future stars don’t waste time trading quips—they seize the moment and make the rest of the world take notice. And at High Stakes, when that bell rings, the only thing you’ll be hungry for is an excuse to explain your failure. Because when you step into the ring with me, you’re not facing ‘some competition.’ You’re stepping into the ring with the apex predator."

Alexandra ascends a step, each movement deliberate, her confidence unshakable.

"Oh, and let’s talk about this little dream of yours—the Bombshell Roulette Championship. You’re already picking out curtains for a throne you haven’t earned. Let me remind you, Cassie, that championships aren’t handed out like participation trophies. They’re taken. Fought for. Bled for. And let me assure you, you’ve never faced someone like me. Someone who will break your spirit as easily as I break your momentum."

She pauses, looking directly into the camera with a faint, sinister smile.

"You call yourself a rebel, a princess, the future. But in my world, rebels are crushed, royalty is dethroned, and futures? Futures are rewritten. By me."

She descends the step, her voice hardening, her eyes never leaving the camera.

"Cassie, you can call yourself whatever you want, bring your jokes, bring your bravado, and bring that little chip on your shoulder. Because the moment we’re face to face, none of that will save you. You’re just another name to cross off my list, another reminder to this roster that Alexandra Calaway isn’t here to ‘compete.’ I’m here to conquer."

Alexandra steps forward, leaning slightly toward the camera, her voice a low, menacing growl.

"So enjoy the spotlight while you can, Princess. Because at High Stakes, it’s not your throne I’m coming for. It’s your pride. Your confidence. And when the dust settles and you’re left staring up at the lights, you’ll realize one thing."

She straightens, her smirk returning, dripping with venom.

"There’s only room for one queen in this match. And it damn sure isn’t you."

She turns sharply, walking away with the same calculated confidence, her silhouette fading into the opulence of the lobby as the camera lingers on the staircase, where she’s wrapped in LJ’s arms, before the camera fades to black.

Life is a Mystery
Calaway Estate
Dallas, Tx.

Is life really just a popularity game? Is that what the world has really come down to? Votes and moronic opinions?

The room is dimly lit by the television’s flickering light, casting shifting shadows across the walls. Election results roll in, numbers flashing on the screen as red and blue states stack up. Alexandra sits forward, elbows resting on her knees, fingers tightly laced together as she stares, unblinking, at the screen. LJ sits beside her, relaxed but aware, his gaze fixed on her more than on the TV. He had been there to see everything she was facing, he went with her when she voted, for support and protection. Alexandra sighs deeply, the tension visible in her shoulders, like she’s holding back a storm. The amount of stress Alexandra was under was coming to a breaking point.

“Is this what it all comes down to? Just… who’s more popular? Who can scream louder? It’s like the whole world’s a playground, and they’re all just… yelling over each other.”

She lets out a frustrated breath, hands running through her dark hair, fingers tangling there, and she closes her eyes for a second as if trying to block it all out. LJ watches her, brows knit with concern. He knew she had a lot on her mind and this match just built on top of what she was already going through. He shifts closer, placing his hand on her shoulder, his thumb tracing small, calming circles just below her collarbone. She takes in a sharp breath but doesn’t pull away, leaning ever so slightly into his touch. LJ begins to speak, his voice soft and reassuring.

“I know, love. It feels loud and chaotic right now… like everyone’s just trying to drown each other out. But the world’s more than this. You’re more than this. This fear you are feeling love, use it. It can be a strength.”

His hand trails down to her arm, fingers entwined with hers. She lets him hold her hand, her fingers tightening around his like it’s an anchor. Because in the past few months, he had been her anchor. She turns her face towards him, a faint look of defeat in her eyes. A quiet vulnerability slips through as she speaks. Thankfully, she had LJ there, if she had to face this with just her and her daughter, she wasn’t sure how she’d fair. His voice always calmed her.

“But this—what happens tonight—it affects all of us. Especially her.”

Her gaze drops, and for a brief moment, she lets her walls down, exposing the fear she feels for her daughter’s future. LJ sees the struggle in her, the fierce warrior tempered by the mother inside, fighting battles on two fronts. Gently, he brings her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles, warm and reassuring. LJ’s voice is calm and steady.

“Angel, you’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever known. The world can throw its worst at you, and you’ll still stand. For yourself, for her. And I’ll be right here beside you, every step of the way. I’ve got your back, love.”

Alexandra closes her eyes again, this time letting his words ease some of the worry etched across her face. LJ gently pulls her closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, and she lets herself be drawn in, resting her head against his chest. His heartbeat is steady beneath her cheek, a grounding rhythm.

“You never fail to amaze me LJ.”

She whispered against his chest. They sit like that for a moment, wrapped in each other’s warmth, while the world outside spins with chaos. He strokes her hair softly, his hand lingering at the back of her neck, anchoring her to him. Alexandra speaks again, her voice a bit lighter now. LJ really has been a source of strength for her.

“And just when I think I’m starting to catch my breath, here comes Andrea and Alicia, ready to tear me down in the ring. No pressure, right?

LJ chuckles, a low, comforting sound, and he leans back slightly to meet her eyes, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. She looks at him, lips curving into a small smile despite herself.

“Those two might think they know what they’re up against, but they’ve got no idea who you really are. Not the way I do. You’re a bloody force, love. And you’ve got this match in the bag. It’s not about proving anything; it’s just... showing them what they should already know.”

He tilts her chin up, his face close to hers, his voice a murmur meant only for her.

“You don’t have to carry it all, you know. Not with me here. We’re a team, yeah?”

Alexandra lets his words sink in, feeling a spark of strength reignite inside her. She nods, a genuine smile breaking through as she reaches up, resting her hand on his cheek. For a moment, they stay like that, eyes locked, the quiet power of connection wrapping around them like armor. Alexandra softly speaks, the edge of fear fading.

”Yeah, we are.”

She leans forward, brushing her lips against his, a soft, lingering kiss that says what words can’t. When she pulls back, she looks at him with a newfound determination in her eyes, the spark rekindled. LJ smiles, his eyes shining with pride and adoration.

“There’s the fire I know you have deep inside you. That’s my Angel. Look, win or lose you have your family, you have an amazing daughter, you have my brother and Carter, and you have me. All that other stuff, it’s just a bonus. What matters is that YOU believe in you. We know what you can do. Let them say and believe whatever they want, love. You and I both know what you can do. Now you need to show them.”

They hold each other in that quiet moment, the world outside nothing but noise, as Alexandra draws strength from the man beside her, ready to face whatever comes next. No matter what happened in the ring, Alexandra always had her family and her friends. Ashlynn, LJ, Miles and Carter. She never had to be alone anymore. She had them, she had people who loved her and had herback, win or lose, for good.

---

Everyone must stand alone
Calaway’s Blog
Dallas, Tx

But I am never alone, not anymore. In the ring or otherwise. They are who I fight for..

And there it is, talking about me on social media. They say I’m too old, that it’s their time. They say things like me being pathetic and pointless, useless I believe was the word. Funny considering I’ve helped to keep Sin City Wrestling on top all while being a mother, a sister, a friend and finding someone who loves me. I don’t focus on just wrestling, I did that for a very long time and let me tell you it was a very lonely life.

It’s true—I used to stand alone, or so I thought. All those years, chasing titles, thinking that the ring was where I found myself, that it was the only place that mattered. And for a time, it was all I had. Wrestling was my only purpose, my only reason to get up in the morning. I pushed aside everything else, thinking that to be the best, I had to lose everything else.

But now? Now I see the bigger picture, and I know why they can’t understand it. Alicia, Andrea, they’re still trying to make their name, to carve out a legacy like it’s something fragile they have to protect from someone like me. They think I’ve overstayed, that I’m holding them back. “Too old,” “washed up,” “past my prime”... All these names they toss around so carelessly. But they forget, I’ve been where they’re trying to go. And I’m still here.

They say I’m pathetic for putting my heart out there, for daring to live for more than just the win. They mock me for being a mother, a friend, a lover. But this isn’t just my journey anymore; it's our journey. My family, my friends, and everyone who stands by me—they’re my fuel. Every time I see pride in their eyes, every time my daughter watches me step into that ring, and every time I feel their support, I’m reminded where my real strength comes from. It’s not about being invincible; it’s about being vulnerable. It’s about having something real worth fighting for. Without having something to fight for, what’s the point in it all? I’ve always had something to fight for, now, I’ve just made that fight all the more important. I’ve found a family that is worth fighting for. Every time I go out there, I carry them with me. So tell me, who do you have to fight for? Do you carry them with you?

When Alicia and Andrea look at me, they see someone they think they need to tear down to prove their own worth. Maybe once, that kind of rivalry would’ve been enough to drive me. But now? I know what I bring. I don’t need their validation—or even the fans’ approval, from those who only see the surface. I’ve earned my place, paid my dues, and fought through battles they can’t imagine. I know it, because it’s the same thing everyone always says. The only time it wasn’t is when it was Kayla herself.

So, Alicia and Andrea,just a heads up, here’s something to think about: it’s easy to call someone “old” or “washed up” when you’re still trying to make your mark, trying to capture your spotlight. But being the best isn’t about burning bright and fast. It’s about lasting. It’s about showing up, even when the odds are against you. It’s about having something worth fighting for. But remember darlings, with age, comes wisdom.

In that ring, I’m not just Alexandra Calaway, the wrestler. I’m a mother, showing my daughter what it means to never back down. I’m a friend who stands by those I care about. I’m a woman who’s learned that real strength isn’t about going it alone but about connection. And I’m still the force that won’t be moved just because someone younger and louder claims it’s their turn. You want to talk about turns and it being not my place, it’s the same kind of talk I’ve heard from every competitor male or female in this industry for the past five years. Learn something new darlings, before you spew that shit.

This match? It’s not just about a title shot or a shot at glory. It’s about proving that time, experience, and loyalty still mean something in this business. I’m not stepping aside, and I’m not letting anyone rewrite my story.

So go ahead, you can say I’m “in your way.” No—I’m exactly where I’m meant to be. If anything, you two are in my way.

---

I hear you call my name
Coconino National Forest
Flagstaff, Arizona

And the winner is, Alexandra Calaway…

The scene opens under the dusky, wide skies of Flagstaff, Arizona, the sun just slipping below the horizon. Alexandra Calaway standing in the middle of the forested edge of town, against a rugged backdrop of towering pines and crimson rocks that seem to glow in the fading light. A campfire flickers at her feet, casting shadows that dance across her face. Alexandra reaches down, grabs a fistful of Arizona’s dry, red dirt, and lets it slip through her fingers, looking into the camera with an intensity that promises fire and fury.

"Flagstaff." Alexandra says, it’s both a location and a challenge, like the name itself means something more in this moment. "It’s a place people come to disappear, to lose themselves in the wilds and the shadows. That suits you both, Andrea and Alicia, because after this week, that’s exactly what you’ll be doing—disappearing."

Alexandra gives a small, slow smile, looking down at the ground, almost as if lost in thought for a second.

"Andrea, here we are in the middle of the wilderness, and that fits, doesn’t it? You, the underdog, the fighter from nowhere trying to prove it all over again. Trying to make this comeback your ticket to something real. But listen, do you know what else lurks in the darkest parts of the wilderness, the things that howl in the night. Hungry for something that you can’t quite give them, not without a sacrifice."

Alexandra crouches down, hands brushing along the dirt, "This ground, these trees, and the creatures that live in these worlds, don’t care about your story. They don’t care if you’ve been knocked down and dragged back up. This land? It chews people up, spits ‘em out, and forgets them in the dust. Just like I’m gonna do to you."

Alexandra stands up again, letting the weight of her words sink in, looking off into the distance as if Andrea’s right there watching Alexandra.

"You say you need this, that you’re hungry? I’m starving. And unlike you, I’m not coming here to prove a point to anyone. I’m here to own this ground, to make sure there’s only one story coming out of Flagstaff: mine. Andrea, you’re about to find out that some of us don’t fight for redemption or validation. We fight because it’s who we are, and that’s what makes me a hell of a lot more dangerous than you’ll ever be."

She paused, listening to the nighttime around her. The wind blowing through the leaves on the trees.

“Andrea, you try to spend so much time, convincing the people who come to our shows, the fans, our fans, the Sin City Wrestling family, about how unstoppable you are. But deep down inside, we both know you are as fragile as people claim I am. Every little loss, every bit of criticism, it cuts deep. You’re always one bad match away from fading out, and that fear eats at you. So you lash out, trying to cut down anyone who threatens that fragile confidence.”

She takes a deep breath and continues. This time, hitting the point home.

“You’ve had your moments, felt the crowd’s roar, but that doesn’t make you untouchable. Being the latest sensation won’t guarantee respect. And that’s where you’re lacking—respect. For the business, for those who came before you, and honestly, for yourself. You think you need to surpass those you face, that we are merely tools for your own devices. Plot twist dear, what you don’t get is that this business isn’t about who can talk the loudest or who can throw the hardest insults. It’s about who can endure, evolve, and take every hit life throws. I’ve been through wars in that ring, faced legends, and still held my head high. Can you say the same? Can you really look in the mirror and believe you have what it takes to stand the test of time?”

Alexandra knew that she herself could. She had been doing this for so long now, that with her final breath on this Earth, she could say she lived a life most only dreamed of.

“Andrea, you’re not fighting for something real. You’re fighting for applause, for a sense of superiority that will never be enough. Winning a match against me, if you could—which you can’t—won’t make you me. It won’t give you the respect you’re chasing because respect isn’t won in a single night. It’s earned over a lifetime. Respect rarely comes from anyone other than family and friends, not until LONG after your body returns to the Earth.”

Alexandra turns now, eyes narrowing, as if she was looking right into Alicia’s soul.

"Alicia…" Alexandra shakes her head, almost pitifully. “And then there’s Alicia. Alicia, you walk around like your past victories guarantee you a permanent seat at the top. But what have you done lately? You used to be someone I respected, a genuine competitor. Now? Now you’re just another voice in the crowd, holding onto a past that’s slipping further away.”

She could see much of herself in Alicia. The way she used to be. So driven and focused, but also full of resentment and holding herself back. Claiming comeback after comeback. The only difference now, was Alexandra knew that the only thing holding her back was herself. No more.

"Here you are in Flagstaff, with a laundry list of complaints and grudges as long as this damn forest. This is where you’re supposed to make a grand comeback? With the weight of every betrayal, every loss, every ounce of anger on your shoulders? You think that bitterness fuels you, but it’s nothing but dead weight, Alicia. Bitterness doesn’t fuel you. It only leads to yet again another downfall, another night of laying there as the bell rings going, what did I do wrong? Where did it fall apart? And while you’re busy carrying that boulder up the mountain, I’ll be moving light, moving fast, and coming right for you. Well, for the broken pieces of who you could have been anyways."

Alexandra picks up a stick from the ground and snaps it, letting it break loudly in her hand. The echo reverberates through the stillness around Alexandra.

"That’s what you are—brittle. you’re cracking under the weight of everything you can’t let go. You’ve got your reasons, sure, but reasons don’t win fights. Reasons don’t get you out of these woods in one piece. And while you’re huffing and puffing about your past, I’ll be the one making sure you’re nothing but a ghost haunting these trees when it’s over. A memory that I’ll hold as I move forward."

She knew those words and those to come would stab like a dagger to the heart. That’s what they were meant to do. To garner some sort of response out of the woman. To get her to focus on the task at hand, instead of dwelling on past mistakes and past victories. Because while they may have led her here, they won't keep her on top.

“You talk about being in your “prime.” Well, I’m still here, still fighting, still winning. Age isn’t a weakness—it’s proof of my resilience and my ability to adapt in an industry that devours people. I’ve watched you struggle to stay relevant, hoping no one notices you’re running out of steam. You may still have some tricks, but let’s be honest—you’re not the Alicia Lukas of old. You’re just a shadow of her. The difference between us is that while you’re trying to hold onto an image, I’m focused on staying real. I don’t have to shout about how great I am because my actions in that ring speak for themselves. Every time I step in, I bring my whole self—heart, experience, drive. That’s something you can’t touch, Alicia, because you’re too busy clinging to an ideal that no longer exists. You’ve become what you used to despise: someone clinging to relevance. I don’t say this to be cruel; I say it because it’s the truth. And if you won’t face that truth, stepping into the ring with me is going to be the hardest lesson of your life.”

Alexandra crouches down again, the firelight illuminating her face with a fierce glow, her eyes blazing with that unshakable confidence.

"See, both of you are tangled up in stories. Andrea, with your endless comeback tale, and Alicia, with your trail of bitterness. But out here? Out here, stories don’t mean anything. All that matters is who can stand the longest, hit the hardest, and leave without looking back."

Alexandra reaches into the campfire and grabs a small, charred stick, tracing a line in the dirt with it. The camera zooms in on the line as Alexandra points at it.

"Cross this line, and you’re in my territory. Out here, I’m the one who decides the story. I’m the one who walks out of these trees, leaving the past where it belongs—buried, forgotten. Andrea, Alicia, I’m not here for games or popularity contests. I’m here to remind you and everyone watching what a true force looks like. Throw every insult, every cheap shot—it won’t matter. In the end, it’ll only show the world just how desperate you both are to be seen and respected. But respect can’t be demanded. And fear? That’s a weapon only the weak wield.”

She took a breath, still looking at that line, she knew even she was going to have to cross lines to win. She was going to have to pull out all the stops.

“I’ve been where you’re trying to go. I’ve held titles, earned respect, and built my place in this business through sweat, blood, and integrity. That’s why you can’t break me—because I’m fighting for more than just myself."

Standing, Alexandra tosses the stick into the fire and watches the flames rise, turning back to the camera with a final, cutting grin.

"So come find me, Andrea, Alicia. Let’s see if all those ghosts and grudges give you anything close to the power you’ll need to survive. Because after this? The only story anyone’s gonna be talking about is how I put you both down for good and moved on to dethrone the Queen, The Dreamslayer, Kayla Richards. So if you think you’re going to step into that ring and put me in my place, go ahead and try. But remember, you’re stepping into a fight you’re not prepared for. You’re stepping into the ring with someone who has nothing to prove but everything to fight for. And when it’s over, and you’re picking yourselves up off that mat, remember it wasn’t my age or experience that took you down. It was heart. It was resilience. It was knowing who I am and what I’m worth. I’ll see you in the ring, ladies. And when it’s all said and done, maybe then you’ll understand what it really means to be a champion."

The camera lingers on the fire for a second, before cutting to black, the sound of the crackling flames fading into the quiet Arizona night.

---

And it feels like home
Lantern Light Inn
Flagstaff, Arizona

Just like a prayer, your gentle voice can take me there.

Under a canopy of stars, the terrace of the Lantern Light Inn was peaceful, like the world had paused just for Alexandra and LJ. They’d taken a small, tucked-away table by the edge, where the dark outlines of trees met the distant mountains. The night air was crisp, and LJ had slipped his jacket around her shoulders, settling into the warmth and stillness with her, both savoring the rare chance to unwind together.

LJ reached across the table, his fingers brushing over hers as he chuckled softly. “Love, you know you got under their skin with that promo, right? I can already picture Andrea and Alicia back at their hotel rooms, obsessing over every word you said, wondering how they’re going to counter you tomorrow.”

A sly smile crossed Alexandra’s face, her eyes glinting in the warm light. “That was the plan sweetie,” she said, lifting an eyebrow. “I wanted them thinking, second-guessing themselves. After all they doubt me, everyone does for the most part. They’ve got to know it’s not just about keeping up; it’s about them trying to get to where I already am.” She shrugged, feigning nonchalance but clearly enjoying the thought of it. “And who knows—if I make it past them, I’ve got a chance at Kayla herself. Now that’s a prize I’m ready to bring home.”

LJ leaned in, holding her gaze. “They’re not even ready, Angel. And you don’t have to pretend it’s just talk—you’re gonna back it up, and they all know it. I know, hell the fans know it.” He grinned, his thumb gently tracing along her knuckles. “But hey, don’t let me stop you from savoring the chance to mess with their heads a bit. You deserve that.”

They shared a simple meal—bowls of hot soup and fresh bread, a bit of wine between them. Between bites, LJ kept looking at her with a warm smile, a steady presence that reminded her why she felt invincible with him by her side. With him, even the biggest challenges felt like something she could face head-on.

“Tomorrow’s going to be nonstop,” she murmured, swirling her wine glass thoughtfully, “but right now, it’s just us. No chaos, no pressure—just… this.” She squeezed his hand, and her heartbeat quickened as he brushed his thumb over her knuckles. “Just us, though I do miss Ashlynn. I hate leaving her with my brother, especially with the world so crazy like it is right now.”

LJ’s face softened, and he gave her hand a light squeeze in return. “Not that I don’t love having your daughter around—I do. I’d do anything for her, you know that. But these moments? Just you and me?” His eyes glinted as he held her gaze. “They’re rare. And they remind me why I’m so crazy about you.”

A shy smile touched her lips as she looked away for a second, then met his eyes again. “It’s you,” she whispered, her voice softer now. “You make me feel like I can do anything. Like no matter what I’m facing tomorrow… Andrea, Alicia, maybe even Kayla herself… I’ve got it handled because of you. Because I have a support group when things seem to be at their darkest. When I feel like a failure, I know I can always count on you to bring me back to reality.”

He tilted his head just enough to meet her lips, catching her in a slow, unhurried kiss that felt like time had just stopped. When they finally pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, though she didn’t feel the chill of the evening at all anymore. He leaned in, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing lightly along her jaw before he rested his forehead against hers.

“Then tomorrow’s got no idea what’s coming,” he murmured, his voice steady. “And we’ll tackle tomorrow together,” he whispered, a quiet vow that left her feeling grounded, ready, like she could take on anything. In that moment, as the stars blinked down and the lanterns glowed softly around them, nothing else mattered but the strength they found in each other. After a few more stolen moments

The Announcement
LJ’s Place
Las Vegas, Nevada

The setting sun filters through the windows, painting LJ's apartment with a warm, amber glow. LJ and Alexandra are curled up on the couch together, enjoying a rare, peaceful evening. Her head is resting on his chest, and he's gently running his fingers through her hair. The comfort of being together feels easy, natural.

"You remember that night Carter got hurt?"

Alexandra's eyes flick up to meet his, her expression softening as the memory of that tough night comes flooding back. She nods.

"Yeah… I’ll never forget it. Everything about that night felt so intense. I was freaked out, but I knew that he was in good hands, there was nothing that we could have done further. Miles knew we were there for him."

LJ's arms tighten around her slightly, his face serious as he thinks back to how shaken everyone had been. Carter, LJ’s brother-in-law, had taken a terrifying hit in the ring, and the aftermath had left everyone—especially Miles, Carter’s husband—an emotional wreck.

"I swear, I thought Miles was gonna fall apart right there. He couldn't even think straight. You were the one who kept us all grounded that night."

Alexandra shifts in his arms, recalling how she had stepped up in the midst of the chaos. Her natural instinct to take charge had kicked in, and she’d been the one to keep Miles calm, make sure Carter got the care he needed, and hold things together for everyone else.

"Miles was a mess. I had to do something, you know? I couldn’t just stand there while he was losing it. Carter needed help, and Miles needed to hold it together. So… I stayed strong for him and for you."

LJ nods, remembering how Alexandra had taken the lead that night without hesitation. She had been a rock for everyone when the fear and uncertainty had threatened to swallow them whole.

"You were incredible that night. I don’t know what we would’ve done without you. I was trying to be there for Miles too, but you… you kept everything from completely falling apart."

Alexandra smiles faintly, grateful for his words but still humble about her role.

"I just did what needed to be done. When you care about people, you do whatever you can. That's what you should do for your friends. For the people you care about."

The memory lingers between them, a shared understanding of how much that night had meant, not only for Carter and Miles but for their own relationship. That was when Alexandra had started crashing at LJ's hotel afterward, exhausted and needing to feel something steady after all the emotion of the night.

"I remember getting to the hotel after it all... You told me I didn’t have to go home, and I was too drained to argue. The second I laid down next to you, everything felt… better. Calmer."

LJ smiles, kissing the top of her head as he strokes her arm.

"Yeah, I could tell you needed that, Angel. I needed it too. To be close to someone. Just having you there made everything less heavy. Then we watched silly movies and fell asleep together after eating great fucking food.”

She giggled listening to him.

“We had a really great night didn’t we? Despite it all.”

He held her close and the two looked at each other for a few moments.

“Of course we did Angel.”

Just as Alexandra starts to speak, her phone beeps from the coffee table, interrupting the peaceful silence. She reaches for it, her brows furrowing slightly as she reads the notification. After a moment, she tilts the screen toward LJ, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Got my next booking."

LJ looks surprised, like he just couldn't wait to see who it was.

"Oh yeah? Who’s the target this time Angel?"

Alexandra looks back at her phone and then meets LJ’s eyes, her smile widening just a little.

"Seleana. Looks like I’m facing her next. For the fourth time."

LJ’s eyebrows lift in surprise, and he lets out a low whistle.

"Seleana? Again? That’s gonna be something. She might think she’s prepared this time, but we both know what you can do. You’ve beaten her every time so far."

Alexandra leans back into LJ’s arms, already thinking about the upcoming match. Seleana was always a tough opponent—skilled, experienced, and with a heart that never quit. But Alexandra had beaten her three times already, and she knew she couldn’t afford to get complacent.

"Yeah, she’s got that resilience. She’s been through a lot, and it’s made her strong in ways most people aren’t. She’s not easy to crack, even if I’ve done it before."

LJ nods, his expression thoughtful as he considers Alexandra’s words.

"She’s been in the game a long time, no doubt about that. So have you though. But unlike her, you’ve got something that sets you apart—your intensity. You go full throttle from the start, and that can throw someone like Seleana off balance."

Alexandra smirks, nodding in agreement. Seleana’s biggest strength was her heart, her ability to endure no matter what. But Alexandra had something different—a relentless drive and aggression that made her dangerous in the ring.

"True. Seleana’s a fighter, but I’m not planning on giving her a chance to catch her breath. If I can keep up the pressure and keep her on the defensive, she won’t have time to find her rhythm."

"Exactly. Don’t give her any room to breathe. You’re the type that makes people react to you, not the other way around. If you control the pace, Seleana won’t stand a chance."

Alexandra leans in closer to LJ, feeling her confidence grow as they talk strategy. Seleana was a worthy opponent, no doubt, but Alexandra was laser-focused, ready for the challenge ahead.

"That’s the plan. I’ll hit her hard and fast, keeping her off balance. If she’s always trying to catch up, she won’t have the time to pull off any of her sneaky moves."

LJ grins, clearly impressed with how quickly Alexandra’s locked into her strategy.

"And don’t let her experience psych you out. Yeah, she’s been around the block, but you’ve got something she doesn’t—you’re unpredictable and you've got your own experience. She’ll expect one thing, and you’ll hit her with something completely different."

Alexandra’s eyes gleam with determination. That unpredictability had always been her edge, and she knew it would play to her advantage again. Seleana might think she knew what to expect, but Alexandra wasn’t going to give her the same match she’d won before.

"I’ll keep her guessing, then. Throw her off her game early, and once I’ve got her reeling, it’s over."

LJ’s smile grows wider, clearly proud of how focused she is.

"That’s my girl. You’ve got this, love. Seleana’s tough, but you’re tougher. When you set your mind to something, we both know how it’s gonna end."

Alexandra grins, leaning up to kiss him softly. The affection between them is undeniable, but underneath it, her competitive spirit burns brightly. She’s ready for this fight, and LJ’s confidence in her only fuels her more.

"Thanks for always having my back, love."

"Always, Angel. You’re gonna kill it out there. Seleana doesn’t stand a chance."

With a final kiss, Alexandra settles back into his arms, her mind already turning over her game plan for the match. Seleana might be a challenge, but Alexandra was more than ready to meet it head-on—and win, for the fourth time.

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Here we go again.
Sierra Water Gardens
Reno, Nevada

The camera comes up on Alexandra, leaning against a rock, her focus as solid as the stone beneath her. She takes a deep breath, her voice calm but brimming with a dangerous intensity. "Seleana..." Alexandra's words flow with a slow, venomous strike, her eyes gleaming with a fire that has burned through countless before her. She steps forward deliberately, every move precise. "Here we are again, standing on the edge of a battlefield that’s become far too familiar. You and I? We’ve been here before—many times. But this time, Selena… I’m not here to just remind you of our past—I’m here to end your shot at the title picture."

Her words hang in the air, suffocating, heavy with the weight of inevitability. She takes a step closer, her presence overwhelming. "You think you’re ready to face me again? You’ve scratched, you’ve clawed, but nothing you’ve done has ever been enough. And you know it. I am the wall you will never break. I’ve fought wars that would’ve broken others, and yet here I stand, stronger than ever." Her hand curls into a fist, a symbol of her unyielding power. "This is my time, Seleana. When I win tonight, I get what I deserve—another shot at 'Dreamkiller' Kayla Richards. And when I take you down, nothing will stop me from going on to claim the Bombshell World Championship."

Her voice lowers, primal and cutting. "You think this time will be different? That you’ve evolved?" She leans closer to the camera, voice a whisper. "I’m not just surviving—I’m dominating. And if I win tonight, Kayla will be next. The Bombshell World Championship is within my reach, and after High Stakes XIII, I will stand tall as the new champion. So, prepare for war, Seleana, because this isn’t just about you and me. This is the path to the ultimate prize, and you’re simply another casualty on my way to the top."

The weight of her words hung in the air, suffocating, almost tangible. She took a step closer, her presence overwhelming, as if she could crush the world under the force of her will. “You think you’re ready to face me again? You think this time will be different? You’ve scratched, you’ve clawed, you’ve thrown everything at me before—but nothing you’ve done has ever been enough to stop me. And deep down, Seleana, you know it. You’ve always known it. I’m not just another opponent standing in your way. I am the wall you will never break, the force you will never overcome.”

Her gaze narrowed, the coldness in her eyes sharpening as she held up her hand, fingers curling into a fist, a symbol of her unyielding power. “Do you see this? This is the will that has forged me in fire, that has carried me through battles that would have broken anyone else. You’ve seen the wars I’ve fought. You’ve seen the blood I’ve spilled. And yet, here I stand—stronger, sharper, deadlier than ever before. Nothing standing in my way.” She took a deep breath. “Those I’ve chosen to put in my life, have left an unerasable mark on this company. And now it’s my turn to make sure that the future of Sin City Wrestling has the name Alexandra Calaway as more than just a footnote.”

She paced like a predator, voice lowering into something almost primal, each syllable slicing through the tension. “You think you’ve evolved? You think you’re finally ready to take me down? Let me make something clear—you’ve done nothing but tread water while I’ve been drowning in fire, rising from the ashes of every challenge this division has thrown at me. You’ve stayed the same, stuck in your comfort zone, while I’ve transformed into something far beyond your reach. I don’t just survive in that ring anymore, Seleana. I dominate. I devour.”

Alexandra’s hand lifted to the camera, fingers brushing against the lens as if to pull the audience into her world. “You want this fight, Seleana? You want to step into my world again, hoping—praying—that somehow, some way, things will be different? Let me tell you how this story ends.” Her smirk grew, dark and deadly, a glint of cruelty sparking in her eyes. “You’ll walk into that ring full of hope, full of fire, and you’ll throw everything you have at me. But hope is a fragile thing, Selena. And there is no wheel to spin this time, the stipulation is set. HARDCORE RULES, something I excel at. Something I’ve spent my career doing. Soon you’ll realize—this isn’t just a match. This is a war zone. And in my world, I’m not just the best. I’m untouchable.”

Her voice dropped to a whisper, yet somehow, it was more terrifying in its quiet fury. “You think you’re ready to bleed for this? You think you’re ready to suffer? I’ve bled. I’ve broken bones. I’ve endured pain that would make you crumble. And I’ve done it willingly, for the chance to hold that gold, to carve my legacy into the very soul of this business. What are you willing to give, Seleana? Are you ready to be dragged to the deepest, darkest places of your own mind? Because I will take you there. I will tear you apart piece by piece until there’s nothing left but regret. Regret that you ever thought you could step into my ring and take what I’ve bled for.”

Her intensity rose, voice swelling with the force of an unstoppable storm. “You don’t just face Alexandra Calaway when you step into that ring. You face everything I am. Every sacrifice, every setback, every scar that has built me into the machine standing before you. You’re not ready for that, Seleana. You’ve never been ready. And when that bell rings, when I pull you into a world of steel, tables, fire—whatever fate the Hardcore Gods decide—you’ll come face to face with the truth. You don’t have what it takes.”

She lifted her chin, eyes blazing with a terrifying certainty, the calm before a violent tempest. “You’ve pushed me before, Seleana. But this time? I’ll drag you deeper than you’ve ever been. You won’t just lose—you’ll break. I’ll take that hope, that fire, and I’ll crush it under my boot, just like I’ve done to every single person who thought they could take me down. Because you see, Seleana, this isn’t just about winning. This is about reminding you, reminding everyone, that I am the unstoppable force in this division.”

With a slow, deliberate motion, Alexandra leaned in closer, her final words as sharp as daggers. “This is the end of your story, Seleana. Not just another chapter—a final, brutal conclusion. When that bell rings, and you’re lying on the mat, broken, shattered, wondering how it all slipped away again, you’ll realize it was never about how much heart you had. It was about facing something far beyond what you could ever be. And that, Seleana, is me.”

She straightened, lifting her chin with a regal, deadly grace, eyes locked into the camera with a stare that could freeze the air around her. “Prepare for the war of your life. But know this—you won’t survive it. You’ll be left in ruins, just like everyone else who thought they could take me down. The only thing you’ll walk out with is the bitter taste of defeat. And as I stand tall once again, victorious, you’ll finally understand… I am not just a contender. I am your reckoning.”

With a final, chilling smirk, Alexandra turned, boots clicking against the floor in a sound that echoed like a death knell, each step a promise that only one of them would leave that ring unbroken.

“And history,” her voice echoed, as she turned her back, “always repeats itself.” She turns back around for a split second. “Then again, what do I know, after all, I’m just a cheeky brat.” With that she disappears from view.

The Future is Unknown
Hilton London Hyde Park
London, England

The soft glow of the hotel room lamp cast long shadows on the walls as Alexandra sat at the edge of the bed, deep in thought. She absentmindedly twirled a strand of her dark hair between her fingers, her mind replaying every moment from the visit with LJ's moms earlier that evening. The quiet hum of the city outside felt distant compared to the loud questions spinning in her head.

Her eyes drifted to the window, the London skyline peeking through the curtains. She sighed, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, palms pressed against her forehead. How am I supposed to make this work? The thought lingered, heavy in her chest.

Ally had been through a lot in her life—raising her daughter Ashlynn mostly on her own, making a name for herself in the wrestling world. But meeting LJ's family, especially under the circumstances of their age difference, was a different kind of challenge. She wasn’t some fresh-faced twenty-something stepping into a new relationship with endless time ahead of her. She was in her forties, and that fact seemed like a constant, invisible wall between her and whatever future she might have with LJ.

She smiled bitterly at the irony of it all. LJ, with his carefree energy and that disarming smile, always made her feel so at ease. When they were together, the years between them melted away. But sitting here, alone with her thoughts, those years felt like boulders stacked between them—boulders that neither of them could move, no matter how strong their connection was.

Ally stood up, pacing the small space between the bed and the window. "It’s not just us," she whispered to herself, rubbing her temples. LJ was younger, sure, but he wasn't some naive kid. He was grounded, responsible, and deeply caring. Still, how would his moms see her? Joan seemed warm, even eager to get to know her. But Rebecca... Rebecca's eyes had that subtle hint of something—doubt, maybe, or caution. And Ally couldn’t blame her.

Don’t take it the wrong way, his mothers were lovely. Warm, welcoming to the strange woman their son had brought home. The little boy they had raised was now a man. Bringing home the woman he had been dating for a few months now. The two stopping in wasn’t unexpected and it was clear that they had planned for the visit. But Alexandra feared the thoughts that had been going through their mind. Then she thought about her own daughter, how she was taking it too. She seemed to not care, but that could be because her daughter was often far more tough than she was.

She wandered over to her bag, pulling out her phone. Her finger hovered over Ashlynn’s video, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she opened it. Ashlynn and Miles, racing around backstage at one of the shows—so carefree, so in the moment. Her daughter had never cared about the age difference between her and LJ, had even teased her a bit about “robbing the cradle,” but Ally couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt. What if this wasn’t just about her and LJ? What if she was pulling him into something too complicated, too messy?

Her reflection in the window caught her attention, and she stared at herself for a long time. She was still beautiful, still strong—but there was no denying the lines that had begun to etch themselves into her face, the subtle signs of years lived and battles fought, both in and out of the ring. Would they always see her as ‘too old’ for LJ? Would he eventually feel the same?

Her phone buzzed in her hand, snapping her out of her thoughts. It was a message from LJ.

“You alright, love? Been thinking about you since we left. My moms can be a lot, I know.”

Ally exhaled, her heart softening. He was always so understanding, so patient. She typed back to him quickly.

“Yeah, just thinking. Your moms were lovely. I just hope I made a good impression.”

Almost immediately, his reply came: “Angel, you did. I could see it. Don’t overthink it. They loved you.”

She gave a smile at the phone, before responding back. “I loved them too. I’m just scared I guess.”

She closed the message and waited a few moments, looking at the wallpaper on her phone, it was her and LJ at the Saint Dunstan-In-The-East Gardens, then the phone buzzed with another message, it was LJ.

“I’m on my way, I would rather be with you than in my own head tonight. And I feel that you love, might need the distraction too.”

She smiled, but the worry didn’t completely fade. She tossed her phone onto the bed and leaned against the windowsill, watching the street lights flicker below. Could she really make this work? Could they? The door to the future felt uncertain, but the warmth in her chest every time she thought of LJ reminded her that maybe, just maybe, love wasn’t about fitting into neat little boxes. Maybe it was about embracing the mess, the imperfections—the age difference included—and trusting that they’d find a way through it, together. Ally straightened up, taking a deep breath. He doesn’t care about the age difference, she reminded herself. Maybe it’s time she stopped caring so much, too.

Tomorrow, she'd figure out the rest. For now, she just had to believe. She had to believe in him, in everyone around her. Most of all she had to believe in herself. A short amount of time passed and a knock fell upon her hotel room door. Knowing who it was, she opened the door and let him in, feeling him wrapping his arms around her, the door closing with a loud click behind him.

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Beheading the Queen
Tower of London
London, England

Alexandra was sitting near the Tower of London, it being the backdrop for the final time she would speak about or rather to her opponents for the tables match at Violent Conduct. There was a lot riding on this match, between wanting to impress LJ’s and Miles' family, she also wanted to make sure she didn’t let her own family down either. Lately the string of losses had been a rough blow for her. But here she was, fighting like she always did. Sometimes it wasn’t about always winning, but rather, proving that no matter how many times you get knocked down, you get right back up again and keep fighting. That was her legacy. It wasn’t about wins or losses, it was about resilience.

“Violent Conduct, one of the most brutal shows that happens at Sin City Wrestling, one of the ones that is sure to see bloodshed, injuries, triumphs and losses. You see this is more than just a win for me. This is about proving that no matter how far down I’m shoved, how many times my back is pinned to that mat, I get back up. It’s about resilience, first and foremost. That’s the legacy I want to leave behind for my daughter. I want her to know that no matter how bad it seems, how bad it can be, that she needs to keep going. That in the face of challenges she has to stay strong.”

Alexandra took a moment to pause, collecting her thoughts. A lot had happened over the past few months, things that weren’t that uncommon for others in some ways. Coming off a string of losses, much like the others, however, it wasn’t going to continue. No matter what it took, she would walk out on top and become the number one contender for the Bombshell Roulette title.

“Seleana, this isn’t the first time we’ve faced off, and each time, I walk out with the win. But I need to ask—why? Why do you keep holding yourself back? It’s almost like you're afraid of what might happen if you really let loose, if you finally unleash that beast I know is lurking inside you. And trust me, I’m counting on it. I want you at your most ruthless, at your hungriest. That’s the only version of you that stands a chance. But if you continue to hold back, if you hesitate for even a second, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

She let the silence linger for a moment, her eyes sharp and focused. Alexandra wasn’t here to play nice.

“Look, I’ve been knocked down too. I’ve been through losses that have rocked me to my core. But every single time, I’ve rebuilt myself stronger. When I hit rock bottom, I don’t stay there. I rise up and become the force no one can stop. This time? It’s no different. I’ve learned from my mistakes, and I’m more dangerous than ever. This isn’t just about proving myself—it’s about taking back what I never should have lost in the first place.”

Alexandra took a breath, her tone growing more intense, filled with cold confidence. She didn’t need to worry when it came to Seleana. It started to seem to her like she was just punching the clock at this point.

“Now, let’s talk about what’s really at stake. This match is about survival. It’s about showing who has the strength, the fire, and the drive to step over whoever gets in their way. I’m not walking into that ring to settle old scores or hand out compliments. I’m walking in to destroy anyone who stands between me and that number one contendership. You, Cassie, Luna—it doesn’t matter. I respect the fight in each of you, but respect isn’t going to save you when I’m coming at you full force. I will break through you if I have to.”

Her gaze hardened, her focus absolute.

“When the dust settles, I will be the last one standing. I’m not here for second chances—I’m here to claim what’s mine. This match is where I prove, once again, why I am the standard. So, if any of you think you’re ready to stand in my way, think again. Because I won’t hesitate to remind you all exactly who you’re dealing with.”

Alexandra’s intensity radiated through her words, showing her single-minded determination to walk out the victor—no compromises, no mercy.

"Winless, huh Cassie? Is that what you think of me? Yeah, I know that feeling all too well, but trust me, there's a big difference between being motivated and being ready. Let’s get one thing straight, the reason I’m here isn’t to just be a stepping stone for anyone, especially not someone who thinks losing is their greatest weapon. You’re motivated? Good for you! I’m not here for motivation—I’m here because this is what I do. SCW, PWS, wherever you’ve seen me, I’m always looking to dominate, and that hasn’t changed.”

Cassie Wolfe, seemed so excited, but then to bring up stakes, well Alexandra often set the bar high for herself. On purpose, could Cassie say the same?

“You want to talk about what’s at stake? I’m out for more than just a title shot. I want redemption. Victoria may have taken the title from me before, but let’s not get it twisted—I’m not chasing old ghosts. I’m here to remind everyone who Alexandra is, and if getting through you is what it takes? So be it. I always say whatever it takes, because I mean it. And this is a table’s match, I wouldn’t be surprised if Luna takes you all out, just to try and make an example of me. But I have something in store for all of you.”

Maybe it was the match itself, or maybe it was just the vibe she got from being here in London, but she was fired up for this match. She needed to be.

“Luna, Seleana, yourself... None of you are standing in my way. You're just along for the ride while I take what’s mine. Jokes about wood and foursomes? Cute, but maybe you should focus more on surviving what’s coming because in that ring, it’s no laughing matter."

Alexandra flicks her hair over her shoulder, taking a breath.

“You think you have a point to prove? So do I. The difference is, I don’t need to tell you to watch out. You’ll feel it soon enough.”

She nodded and that brought her to the last opponent she would be speaking about. It was only one more night until they would face off. This time, Luna would have to give it EVERYTHING she had if she wanted this win.

“Luna Pasilno, once again you come crawling out of whatever hole you hide in, spitting your venom and desperate to prove something — but let me stop you right there. You can rant all you want about respect, titles, or trying to make me bleed, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re only here because of me. Every time you put my name in your mouth, you remind the world who keeps you relevant. It’s not about you being better, it’s about you needing to feel superior. You cling to the past because it’s the only place you can claim victory.”

She knew her words were pointed, direct and very painful if Luna could get her head out of her ass long enough to actually think about it. Alexandra’s focus was there, despite everything going on in her life.

“You’re right, I’ve fallen short. I’ve tasted defeat, and I’ve had moments where it all came crashing down. I’ve faced the best this business has to offer, and yes, I’ve been beaten. But what you seem to forget, Luna, is that I’m still standing. Through the highs, through the lows — I am still here. That burns you, doesn’t it? You want me broken. You need me broken. Because as long as I keep getting up, I’m a reminder that your so-called dominance is nothing more than an illusion. You are just upset that you can’t end me. Several people have tried recently, I had a concussion, after having my head kicked into a dumpster. And yet, I’m still standing. I had you even slam a crown of thorns down on my head and I got up and walked from the ring, in defeat it’s true, but I was still standing. Every single time you’ve come at me, I walk away from it. So sure, bring your anger, bring your violence, because I plan on doing the same.”

She nodded, there was no denying it. The truth was, Luna had always defeated her. But even in that defeat Alexandra had still been proud of everything she had accomplished.

“You mention how you’ve beaten me, how you’ve embarrassed me — but tell me, how does it feel to know that every scar I carry makes me stronger? That every time I’ve been knocked down, I’ve risen with more fire, more hunger, and more resolve? You want to put me through a table? You think bleeding is going to make me beg for mercy? You really don’t know who I am. You would think by now, you would know who the fuck I am. But clearly, you don’t. So I’m going to be more than happy to show you.”

Luna truly believed that she had Alexandra’s number again. But the truth was, Luna would feel just what happened when you doubted Alexandra. She took a few moments, mulling over everything that had happened between Luna and herself. From them trying to get her to join The Conspiracy to Luna blaming her for Alexander Raven’s losses. When the biggest weakness was Luna herself. Because at the end of the day, Raven would always put Luna above his own goals, instead of standing side by side, facing the battles together.

“See, Luna, I don’t fear pain. I don’t fear blood. I don’t fear you. I embrace the hurt. Because for every drop of blood you spill, I will return it tenfold. You thrive on breaking others, but what happens when you finally come across someone you can’t break? That’s what terrifies you, isn’t it? That somewhere deep inside, you know there’s a reckoning coming for you — and it’s me.”

It was true, Alexandra respected people she fought against. The entire industry was about making each other look good. Once Luna did that, once she let go of her own preconceived notions and her delusions of grandeur, she might actually be a decent person.

“You claim I hide behind respect? No, Luna. I fight with respect because unlike you, I know this business isn’t about pretending to be a queen sitting on a crumbling throne. It’s about surviving, about proving that when everything is stripped away, I am still standing tall. You can’t say the same, can you? You need to tear others down to make yourself feel powerful. Without that, you’re just another insecure woman, trying to make up for her shortcomings by tearing the wings off of anyone who dares to rise above. But you won’t rip mine off again.”

That was a true fact. Luna felt the need to tear apart her opponents, just to make herself look bigger, better, stronger. That was often the sign of weakness. Something Alexandra tried hard to not do. Tearing others down to make herself look better, was never her game.

“So when the dust settles and the tables are broken, just know one thing: you will never end me, Luna. You can’t. I will always rise. You talk about making yourself happy by watching me bleed — but don’t be surprised when it’s your blood spilling across the canvas, and it’s me standing over you with a smile on my face. Understand this, Luna: I’m done being your stepping stone. You want to fight? I’ll give you the war of a lifetime. And when it’s all over, when you’re laying broken and battered, don’t cry. Don’t beg for sympathy. Because like you said — I’ll have none for you. Funny you say that we don’t belong in your ring, but here the hell we are.”

She gave a flourish of curtsy and giggled softly.

“The next time you ask why I’m still here, the answer will be clear. I’m not here because I’m chasing you. I’m here because I’ve already surpassed you. You just haven’t realized it yet Luna. When I’m done with you three ladies, I will go on to behead the Queen and take what she values most. My Bombshell Roulette Championship. See you ladies at the O2 arena.”

With that, she stands, walking away from the camera. Disappearing into a crowd of people.

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Calls to home
Hilton Hotel Hyde Park
London, England

Alexandra sat at the small desk in her London hotel room, her muscles still humming from the training session she had earlier that day. It felt strange to be in another city so soon after sharing the mat with Ashlynn just a few days ago, their laughter echoing in the air as they practiced together. As the familiar glow of her laptop lit up the room, she felt a rush of excitement mixed with a touch of homesickness. Their nightly calls were a tradition she cherished, a lifeline that kept them connected even across the miles.

When the video call connected, Ashlynn’s face filled the screen, her fourteen-year-old features lit up with a mix of mischief and warmth. She lounged on the couch back in Texas, her oversized hoodie swallowing her petite frame. The background was a vibrant snapshot of home, with sunlight filtering through the curtains and the faint sound of metal music drifting from somewhere else in the house.

“Hey, superstar!” Ashlynn exclaimed, a playful grin breaking across her face. “Did you get lost in London or something? I missed you mom.”

Alexandra laughed, settling back in her chair. “Just had to take a quick nap after training, but I’d never forget to call you. What’s up?”

“Did you at least eat something besides hotel food?” Ashlynn asked, her brow furrowing in mock concern.

“Okay, okay, I had a scone this morning,” Alexandra admitted, rolling her eyes. “But you should’ve seen the training session today! It was intense.”

Ashlynn perked up, leaning closer to the screen. “Was it better than when you and Mika were trained together?”

“Totally different vibe,” Alexandra said, her smile brightening at the memory of their last training session. “But the atmosphere here is incredible. I even got to meet LJ’s moms as well too!! It was great! We went to their house the other day.”

“Wait, for real? LJ’s moms? What were they like?” Ashlynn's eyes widened with excitement.

“They were wonderful!” Alexandra said, her face lighting up at the memory. “They were so warm and welcoming. We spent a few hours talking, and they shared all these sweet stories about LJ when he was little. Apparently, he used to build forts out of blankets and pillows and would insist on having tea parties with them. He seemed to be a really happy kid.”

Ashlynn giggled, her eyes sparkling with delight. “That sounds so cute! I can totally picture him doing that. So how did they feel about you two? You know, the age thing.”

“I know, right? They said he was such a creative kid,” Alexandra continued, her heart warming at the thought. “And they showed me some old photos of him in costumes, pretending to be superheroes. You would’ve loved hearing all those stories—they were so proud of him.” She took a deep breath trying to focus on the topic at hand. “They didn’t seem upset about it. But maybe they were a bit cautious. I don’t blame them.”

“I wish I could’ve been there!” Ashlynn said, her expression brightening. “It sounds like you had a blast!”

“I did, but it made me miss you even more,” Alexandra admitted, her heart tightening. They had shared so much laughter and excitement in their training sessions, and she missed having Ashlynn by her side. “I’m only here for a few more days. Just until the tour moves on.”

“But it feels like forever,” Ashlynn said, her expression turning serious for a moment. “I know you call me every night, but it’s just… different.”

“I get that,” Alexandra said softly, her voice laced with understanding. “I promise, as soon as this tour is over, I’m coming home. We’ll make up for lost time, okay?”

Ashlynn’s eyes brightened a little, but she still looked hesitant. “For real this time?”

“For real,” Alexandra promised, nodding firmly. “No last-minute bookings or anything. We’ll have our time, even if we just stay home and binge-watch those crime documentaries you love.”

Ashlynn let out a small laugh, the tension easing between them. “You’re only saying that because you miss me.”

“Guilty as charged,” Alexandra replied with a grin. “But seriously, I do miss you. Every day.”

“Me too,” Ashlynn said, her smile returning. “So, what’s next? More sightseeing? Are you gonna see the Queen’s Guard?”

“I’m thinking of checking out the Tower of London tomorrow,” Alexandra said, excitement creeping into her voice. “You know, see the Crown Jewels and all that.”

“That sounds cool! Just don’t get too lost or end up in a pub. Or have too much fun without me.” Ashlynn teased, crossing her arms as she pretended to glare at her mother.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Alexandra laughed. “Just don’t let Uncle Damien eat all the snacks while I’m gone, okay?”

“Deal!” Ashlynn replied, her playful tone returning. “He can’t help it. He has no self-control when it comes to chips and salsa, you know that mom.”

They both laughed, and in that moment, the distance between them felt a little less daunting. Ashlynn shifted in her seat, her face becoming more serious again.

“Okay, Mom. I guess I’ll let you go and not keep you from your London adventures.” Ashlynn said, her voice softer now.

“Get some rest, okay?” Alexandra said, her heart swelling with love for her daughter. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Yeah, okay. Night, Mom.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart. Love you.”

“Love you too, mom.” Ashlynn replied before the screen went dark, leaving Alexandra staring at the empty space. She took a moment to let the warmth of their conversation wash over her, reminding herself that soon, they’d be back together again. She’d have to see if LJ wanted to join her back home for a bit. She wanted them to bond as well, especially if this was going to get any more serious.