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Supercard Archives / “BET ON YOURSELF”
« on: January 25, 2025, 12:04:48 PM »



Las Vegas. . .

That was a place where so much could happen. In retrospect your life could change in Sin City. Now whether it changed positively or negatively? Well that all depended on your luck. Oddly enough luck was a big part of life. Even if a lot of people didn’t want to believe in it. Thankfully in this scenario there was someone that did believe in luck. With the cameras finding themselves opening up the current shot. A very familiar face was seen.

Sitting right there at a slot machine wearing a platinum gold dress and with a martini in hand was none other than the Bombshell Internet Champion herself. Taking a quick sip from her glass, her eyes happened to find the cameras off to the left of her. Finishing that small sip as a smile overcame her entire expression.

Unfortunately gambling money has never been my strong suit.

She shook her head a little bit. Swinging her legs out from the chair she sat in while starting to rise to her feet. Keeping her eyes laser focused on what was before her.

However, I have always been successful when it came to gambling on myself. I have always been able to go all in on myself and it works out in my favor. In more particular when it came to my wrestling career. I have never exactly been shy about my life. I grew up in a home where everything about who I am was not accepted. Strict parents meant not having a social life because they were fearful of me being introduced to drugs and alcohol. There was no dating whatsoever. Nevermind the fact I was attracted to both men and women. I’d be going to hell where I’d burn for my sins.

As far as having a job and a career went. That was pretty much out of the question. Both parents felt I should just meet a good Christian man. Pop out a couple kids and be a housewife. There was no point as far as they were concerned for me to have dreams or goals for myself. Because that’s what they believed my life should be. Therefore the idea of being a wrestler was never put on on the table to them. I already knew what the answer would be. Crazy to think that we live in a world like that where people exist. But I knew that wasn’t a life for me. I knew what I needed to do.


A simple little shrug of the champion’s shoulders painted quite the picture when it came to her words. Very much an independent mindset. People may not have believed in her, but she was going to always believe in herself.

We fast forward a little bit. I had to figure it out on my own when it came to wrestling school. There was no one there to support me financially. There was no one to support me emotionally. No one to root me on and tell me I was making the right choice and that I could make it through. It was just me, myself, and I. Then when I finally found a school. It’s not like I was liked by my peers. Many of them felt I was too young to be signing up. Many of them thought I was doing it for the fame and not for the love of the game. None of my fellow peers thought I would make it through day one. Let alone graduate from the class. And as it turns out... I was the only one to ever graduate from that class.

Aleesha couldn’t help but let a giggle escape her lips. Not that she could be blamed that was something to be proud of especially considering what she experienced.

And then when I finally got here in Sin City Wrestling. No one. Literally no one thought I would be anything special. As a matter of fact, most people thought I’d be gone within the first month. In my first match with Ariana Angelos. I can’t tell you all the comments I read online about how I didn’t stand a chance. I was out of my league. She was a former champion. She’d bulldoze right past me. And then I went on to beat her. Pretty convincingly might I add. That didn’t get people to see anything in me. No, instead they went back on everything they said. They said Ariana was trash. Anyone and everyone beats her. That I shouldn’t consider it anything special to win a match against her.

My next match was against Eiley. Again everyone said I didn’t stand a chance. She was the new face of the division. She had such a promising career. She was going to take the Bombshell Division to new heights. Help take this company into new directions. Everyone clung to the Eiley train, it was crazy to see. Then I went on to beat her. But what did people have to say about that? It was nothing to do with giving me my flowers. Instead it was people talking about how it was a fluke, how I got lucky, and how I couldn’t do it again. The next time we faced she’d mop the floor with me. But I still kept my head down. I still kept grinding.

I still kept putting my best foot forward. Not letting people and their opinions get to me. Eventually I got a shot at the Bombshell Internet Champion. To which I won that championship. Again against all odds and with no one believing in me. I did it. Just some random girl from North Carolina was a champion, but even after winning. No one gave me the respect I deserved. No one gave me true props. No one said you know what we were wrong about her. Nah instead you got the former cunt champion saying she didn't care about the championship to begin with. Doing what she could to discredit me. Instead of just admitting she got her ass beat. And everyone else saying I wouldn’t hold the championship long.


Based on the tone of her voice. It was pretty clear that these opinions of her had gotten under her skin a little bit. Stuff that she had buried deep down, bubbling the surface, and being forced to relive. However this was all part of her story to how she got here.

They were right. However not for the reasons they expected. It isn’t that I lost the title. I was injured. I went down with a concussion. One that was so severe it kept me on the sidelines for over a year. That’s when I had to hear people say I couldn’t handle the pressure of being a champion. That’s when I had to hear people say I wasn’t cut out to be a wrestler. That’s when I had to hear people say my body and my mind were weak and frail. That may have been the most difficult thing to hear. Because it wasn’t true. Accidents happen. They do. But this is all I ever wanted. It’s all I worked hard to have. To hear that shit? It really played a role in my mental health. As if the injury itself wasn’t bad enough.

But again, I bet on myself. I put the chips all in on myself. I gave it everything that I had. I mean literally everything I had to get cleared. To be able to get back in the ring. To be able to once again go after the dream I had ever since I was a little girl watching wrestling at my grand-parents house. It was a long tiring road. And sure, I admit there were times I felt like giving up. There were times I thought about just accepting things for how they were. Times where I even let doubt made me believe it was all over, but at the same time I knew there was no one else to believe in me. It was just me and I got right back in the mindset I needed to be in. Now here I am. Back and better than ever.


Those last few words that she spoke. She seemed to put all that emotion back in check and she spoke with a certain level of confidence to her. Almost like there wasn’t anything or anyone could do to change her mindset when it came to her believing that she was truly back and better than she was the first time around.

Of course the return at High Stakes. There was a good position of fans excited to see me back. But it was mostly negative when it came to my fellow peers as it has been this entire time. I was accused of jumping ahead of others that were supposedly working hard for their spots. I was accused of taking a spot from others and accused of holding them down with my return. When in reality all I did was come back in a Battle Royal. It was open to anyone and everyone. Fair game to all the women of wrestling across the board, but I got heat. I had negative things said about me. Sorry, it wasn’t a battle royal just filled with Cassie Wolfe, Harper Mason, Brooke Shields, Krystal Wolfe, and Jesse Salco.

I know it's what the lot would have wanted so they could actually have a chance at winning anything around here for a change. But just because you weren’t good enough to beat me. Doesn’t mean that I took anyone’s spot or that I held someone down. Maybe you should look within and figure out how to get better instead of constantly sticking your foot in your mouth. Point is I won the battle royal. I warned my championship shot and I chose to go after the Bombshell Internet Championship that was held by Bella Madison. The moment I made that decision clear. It was met with backlash. Met with people saying I didn’t deserve it. Had people saying the same old things that I couldn’t get the job done.

I even had to hear a braindead bitch sit there and say that I faked an injury a year ago. To get out of having to lose that championship to someone better than me. This moron really put it out there in the universe that I faked an injury and in putting it out there. She actually had other brain dead people start to believe what she said and back her up on it. Like, I get that people in the wrestling business are usually shitty people and I get a lot of them cut corners. But that is so disrespectful to say about me. Because I would never ever do something like that. Anything to tear me down. It’s insane, but I can’t wait to see that bitch forever be in limbo purgatory for her entire career.

Anyway, It was pretty much unanimous that no one thought I would manage to beat Bella and take back the championship that I never lost. Yet, here I stand as your Bombshell Internet Champion. Here I stand as the woman that was able to dethrone Bella Madison. Here I stand as an undefeated woman on the roster. And maybe more importantly than anything else. Here I stand as a woman that has always believed in herself, who has managed to meet every goal she’s ever set for herself, and accomplished every dream she’s ever had. I have stood up in the face of every hater. I have taken every bit of those rude and crude comments on the chin. Just to come out every bit as good as I believed I was.


Pausing for a moment, she nodded her head a little with that verbal pat to her own back. Might be something that got under the skin of people. At this point though, it was clear she wouldn’t be bother how someone felt. It was time that she made people see just how good she was. And she’d keep cramming it down their throat until they accepted it.

Bella. . . I bring all of that up so you understand what you are going up against with a woman like myself. I am used to having my back against the wall. I am used to being told I can’t do something. Used to having people tell me I can’t do something. Meanwhile, you aren’t a woman that has had to deal with any of that. Now don’t get me wrong. You and I aren’t the same person. I get that. Your trials and tribulations were bound to be different from mine. But when you decided this is what you wanted to do with your life. You had your mother. You had your father in your corner. They gave you that emotional support you needed as a young woman first entering this business.

Not only did you have their emotional support. You had their physical and financial support. They had a major hand in training you and helping mold you into the woman that you would later become in this business. At no point did you ever feel like you were alone when you first came up. At no point did you ever feel like you were doing it alone either. And that’s not to take a stab at you. Not at all. I am happy for you that you had that support. I am even happier that you became your own person in the end and didn’t act like every other second or third generation star. You used the tools they helped you with to become everything you ever wanted to be and stood out on your own.

I’m just saying your path was better molded. And then when you arrived here in Sin City Wrestling. It was very rare that anyone said anything truly bad about you.  The ones that did were the ones that truly never mattered. There weren't fans telling you that you wouldn’t make it. There weren't people in the locker room telling you that you didn’t belong. You didn’t have to hear people tell you left and right that you would never be anything or that you were just a flash in the pan. No, you pretty much walked into this place and were given respect. Treated like royalty almost. Again a lot to do with your background. Not that I blame you. I’m not bitter or jealous. I’m thrilled that you were accepted the way you were.


Once again Aleesha just stood there nodding her head a bit. Keeping that very proud-like expression featured on her face.

If we are being honest with each other Bella. The only person that ever stood in your way of achieving your goals and your dreams was you. There were times it was clear you didn’t have the same confidence in yourself that fans had in you. There were times it was clear you didn’t believe in yourself the way that Mark and Christian did. There were times where it was clear where you fell short only because you didn’t seem to carry yourself in high regard like your fellow locker room did. You were the only one to blame for that. If it wasn’t for those self moments of doubt. I’ve got no problem in saying you should have already been the World Bombshell Champion. You should have held the Roulette Championship a few times. And you’d been Bombshell Internet Champion well before you were.

But despite all of that. You overcame those odds eventually and it did earn you the Bombshell Internet Championship. That was until I took it. And I know, I know without a shadow of a doubt that left a sour taste in your mouth. I know that even if you won’t say it outright. You have some hatred and you have some resentment towards me because of it. That’s fine. I understand it and expect it. I don’t blame you even a little bit for wanting to knock my block off for taking everything from you. Especially in the manner that I did. We found ourselves in a match where we didn’t really get to showcase our true talent. We didn’t really get to go out there and mix it up as wrestlers. If I would have been in your position where I lost just because someone claimed a Christmas tree faster than me? Yeah I’d be snapping off.


Her face twisted up in a small little grimace. The thought of that was a little on the painful side to her. That wouldn’t be any way a true wrestler would want to win or lose.

Good news is. The powers that be listen to us. The powers that be are giving us a chance to run this back. They’re giving us a chance to show what type of wrestlers we can be. All for the sake of being the Bombshell Internet Champion. And as much as that might piss off one or two particular people. Oh fucking well. We deserve to have this rematch and we deserve to have this moment.  I just need you to do two things for me, Bella. They’re two very important things. The first one being I need you to be at your best.

Aleesha’s eyes found themselves narrowing just a little.

I need you to be the best version of yourself. I need you to be every bit as good as people have hyped you up to be. I need you to be this Bella Madison that I have heard about time and time again. This fearless woman that is without a shadow of a doubt one of the best women’s wrestlers on this roster when she’s in her bag. I don’t want this version of you I faced last time where you got inside your head and started to think I or anyone else saw you as a transitional champion. I don’t want this version of you that runs to social media and puts out pity party tweets about being a fluke. I don’t want any of that. I want you at your best. I want you to swing for the fences. I want to feel every single punch. I want to question whether or not I am missing teeth when I get punched in the mouth. I want to actually feel like my entire reign as champion is in danger. If you’re as good as I’ve heard. If you’re as good as they say. If you’re as good as I’ve seen. Then I know you can find this version of yourself!

Nodding her head with such a confidence to her words. It wasn’t very often in today’s day of wrestling where a champion truly wanted their best out of a challenger. In fact most champions would care to take the easy route. The route that would have him on top longer. Not Aleesha, it’s not how she had ever been and she wasn’t about to start.

I want the best Bella because it goes hand in hand with the second thing I need from you. That second thing is you need to understand what you are getting yourself into. You need to understand I’m not going to have pity for you. You need to understand that I am not going to take your feelings into consideration. You need to understand that I have thrived off having everyone against me. Therefore I expect it this time and it’s going to motivate me more. You need to understand that I have no choice but to bet on myself like I have so many times in the past. You need to understand I’ve got no choice but to put the chips all in on myself. Go big or go home mentality is what I am coming to this match with. You need to understand that I am going to be the best version of myself. I am going to be the best wrestler that I can be. I am going to aim to take your head off. Hell, I am literally going to aim to do whatever the hell it takes to keep this championship right where it’s at!

Her eyes remained narrowed for the second. She was a woman that continued to stand her ground. Continued to let it be known just how much she believed in herself. There was no one, quite literally no one that could make her lose that self confidence. It was the only thing to get her through.

You bring your best and you understand what you are up against. Then I’ve got no doubt in my mind that the two of us are going to go out there and have the best match of the night. Let that piss people off. Let that get under their skin. I hope it does and I hope it makes people start to wake up around here. Start to do better and show what they are truly capable of. Because as much judgement has been passed on me these almost two years I’ve been around. Not very many people who had shit to say about me has ever been better than me. Nor have they been better than you, Bella.

If we meet each other with everything we got. If we go out there and just beat the hell out of each other. If we go out there and steal the show. Then you can bet your behind. That no matter how the night ends; whether it be I leave with the championship. Or you become the first woman to ever beat me and leave with the title you so desperately want back. I will have no problem standing there. Shaking your hand. Giving you all the props you deserve. I just hope that you would have the same mindset. Guess, we’ll find out soon enough. See ya at Inception.


Following those words Aleesha made one last look at the cameras. Offering them a little wink. That almost seemed symbolic in a way. Bringing that martini glass back to her lips to take a sip while she began to walk out of the view. Her message had been sent. It was loud and clear what she expected. As well as it was made more than clear on what she intended to do and how she intended to be the moment that bell rang on Sunday. It was time to see history unfold.

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Climax Control Archives / “ STAY PRESSED! ”
« on: January 17, 2025, 09:45:31 PM »



The night had come to an end just as Aleesha had envisioned it. She went out there and got the revenge she deserved. She got in the ring with Cassie and she beat her ass from one side of the ring to the other. She proved what happens when you disrespect her and cross a line that should never be crossed. And more importantly she defended and retained her Bombshell Internet Championship. No denying that she was a woman of her word. Granted there was likely going to end up being some backlash, but she’d deal with that when the time came.

Walking right back through the curtain. She had the Bombshell Internet Championship displayed over her shoulder. She was proud to be a champion and that much was clear in her expression. Making her way through gorilla where she was congratulated by many of her peers as she walked through. Finally making her way into the back of the arena. First thing she happened to see was the very person that had just finished officiating her match. Guy walking down the hall, rubbing his jaw.

GUY!

She found herself shouting out at him. Causing the man to stop in his tracks and slowly turn around. By that point she had made a couple quick strides in his direction to catch up. There was a bit of a puzzled look on his white painted expression.

GUY: Yiiis? How can Guy help you?

ALEESHA: Hey man. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. That slap looked like it might have wrng your bell a little.

GUY: Naaaah. Guy is unphased by a child’s slap.

ALEESHA: I mean sure she acts like one.

GUY: Acts like one? No no, that was a real child. Guy knows he’s the smartest man alive. Look at how tiny she was! Only children are that small!

ALEESHA: You can’t be serious right now? You’re telling a joke right?

She lifted her eyebrow with a little bit of concern on her face. Guy looked right back at her with this blank confused expression. It was starting to become very clear it might be time for her to just move right along before he became even more confused.

ALEESHA: Well listen. This is just me offering some friendly advice. I’m not saying that Cassie didn’t deserve some of the things that happened out there tonight. She might even deserve worse than that, but you are wearing that shirt. You gotta uphold a certain level of integrity. You’re teething on a line that is going to put you in some dangerous situations.

GUY: Pfft! Guy is dangerous. No one is dangerous to him.

ALEESHA: No, you really need to hear me out. As an official you can’t do some of the things you did tonight. Even if they deserve it. You’re asking for more than a slap. Maybe next time it’s more than or maybe just maybe you end up getting fired.

GUY: Double pffffffffffft! Guy is the greatest referee in ALL the land of pro rasslin’. Not a chance he ever gets fired. The Holy Christian fella loves guy. He will have a job for a long time to come. But since advice is being offered. Guy has some for you.

ALEESHA: Oh boy.

GUY: If Guy was you. He’d be looking over his shoulder at every turn. That Kevin fella seems like he’s cuckoo for coca puffs with that Internet Championship of yours!

ALEESHA: I’m the Bombshell Internet--- Nevermind. Just nevermind.

GUY: There! There! Guy knows it’s scary! But just play the best game of hide and seek. You’ll be okay!

He reached out and patted her on the shoulders for a brief moment. With that bright smile all over those dark painted lips. As Guy started to walk away, Aleesha couldn’t help but shake her head a little bit. Realizing why people said he was hard to have a conversation with. She went to turn herself around, but before she could get too far. She found herself coming face to face with another familiar face, Ms. Rocky Mountains.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Aleesha! Just the woman I was looking for!

ALEESHA: Isn’t it just funny how the universe works. What can I do for you?

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: I just wanted to get some exclusive interview with you about tonight’s win.

ALEESHA: You know in any normal situation. I wouldn't mind. I’d give you the time of day. You’re always a delight to talk to.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: But...?

ALEESHA: You’re wanting me to spend more time talking about Cassie Wolfe. You’re wanting me to give the woman more attention she deserves. You’re wanting me to continue to give that woman the spotlight and far as I’m concerned her fifteen minutes of fame are up. Tonight, I did exactly what I said I was going to do. I beat her in the middle of that ring. I did it in a convincing fashion. It’s now time for her to get out of my way and disappear.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Ahh well that says you haven’t heard!

ALEESHA: Heard?

Her expression said it all. She was now confused and maybe even a little worrisome of where this was going to head. But how much could really happen in the time span of fifteen minutes? From the time she got from the ring to the back with the show ending. Surely it couldn’t be that bad.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: It was just announced a few moments ago on the SCW website. You and Bella Madison are going to team up next week to take on Cassie and Harper Mason!

ALEESHA: Ughhhhh!

Right away she found herself reaching up and massaging her temple. Sadly in this business things didn’t always go the way one wanted. Case and point right now. She wanted nothing to do with Cassie at all. Her point was proven as far as she was concerned, but that didn’t seem to be the way that the powers that be saw it.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Sorry to bring you bad news.

ALEESHA: No, it’s not your fault. By no means is it your fault. But I am ready to move on and put focus on ending this chapter between Bella and I. Last thing I want to do is have this constant one sided story with Cassie. Because her ego doesn’t know how to take a loss and move on.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Sounds like maybe just maybe I should try and catch you next week.

ALEESHA: Don’t know that it’ll be any better then either. Just depends on if I get rid of this leech once and for all.

Another little shake of Aleesha’s head could be seen. Turning her back to the woman and starting to walk away from her. Maybe it was a little rude for her to refuse an interview. Wasn’t in her nature to do something like that. However the constant being forced to deal with someone that you deemed a headache. To have to be forced into wasting your energy on someone that didn’t deserve it. To be in the situation she was in. It was very exhausting, but it was up to her to find a way to get herself through it in order to put it behind her for good.


Following that massive title defense. Aleesha was sat to return home, but after the news she got before she walked out of the building. She had decided that she needed a little bit of a change. She needed a little bit of time away from the chaos of the wrestling business. Sure she had spent a year away, but she was still surrounded by it. In an attempt at working to get back in the ring. This called for a complete removal of wrestling from her life for a few days.

So the flight home changed to a flight out of the country. Where she was going to be just by herself and she couldn’t have looked forward to it anymore. Standing there in the airport with her hoodie on with the hood up trying to keep herself hidden the best she could. That wasn’t exactly working out in her favor as she could hear just a few feet away from her someone speaking and pointing out who she was without a second guess to their call out.

Dad! That’s Aleesha!

Aleesha? Who is Aleesha?

Aleesha Jones? From Sin City Wrestling?

Claire. You know I’m not up to date with all your wrestling stuff. Besides, you're getting a little too old for that. Don’t you think you should find a better hobby?

No! I’ve told you and Mom a hundred times over. I intend to start wrestling school the moment I graduate. I’m going to go the distance and be the wrestler I’ve always dreamed I could be.

Right. And I’m going to be the next United States President after we spend the next four years in hell.

By then Aleesha had turned towards the conversation and became a little more invested in it. Now it wasn’t her place, not at all but hearing a parent sit there and discredit their child’s dream. That’s not something that settled well with her. Especially when she had gone through things like that herself. The father shook his head as he looked back at his daughter.

I’ve got to go get a charger from the shop. Stay right here.

Yeah sure thing, Dad.

He turned and started to hussle away towards one of the many shops there in the airport. Aleesha still looking in the young teen’s direction. She could see the expression on her face. Literally the life had been sucked out of her all because of how dismissive her father’s comments were. This really tugged at the Bombshell Internet Champion’s heartstrings to the point she started to walk over.

ALEESHA: Hey there kiddo.

Her voice made the teen lookup. As soon as she saw who was standing in front of her. That starstruck look consumed her. To the point she was almost throwing herself in a panic attack.

CLAIRE: Oh my god! Oh my god! Wow! You’re really talking to me! I can’t believe this!

ALEESHA: Take a deep breath.

CLAIRE: Breath? Who needs time for breath in a moment like this?!

ALEESHA: Well, I don’t want to be the reason someone just passes out. So a deep breath is important here!

The young teen looked at Aleesha like everything she said was the gospel truth. Taking a couple of deep breaths in. Trying to get herself to be a little bit on the normal side.

ALEESHA: Good. Now I just wanted to say something. I overheard the conversation you were having with your father. It’s not my place to get involved and I’m not about to bash someone I don’t know.

CLAIRE: Oh you heard all that huh?

ALEESHA: I did and unfortunately people like that exist. They don’t understand you. They don’t understand your vision. It’s not their dream that they are living so they tend to be negative about it.

CLAIRE: I just don’t think he likes that I want to pursue something that isn’t a guarantee. Unlike my older brother who just went away last week.

ALEESHA: That’s great for your brother and his dream. For what he wants to accomplish, but it isn’t fair or right for your father to compare you to that. You’re a completely different person.

CLAIRE: Yeah I know...

She found herself looking down at the ground. Almost like she knew what Aleesha was telling her, but at the same time had heard enough that her dream didn’t matter that she almost believed it.

ALEESHA: I am not going to stand here and pretend to be some kind of role model. Because I’m the furthest thing from that.

CLAIRE: You are certainly a role model. I have watched every match you’ve had in SCW. You are different from most of the women’s roster. You seem so down to earth and know what you’re doing. There’s a reason why so many people like me look after you.

ALEESHA: I don’t know if that’s a good thing. I’m a little ball of spice. I’ve got a foul mouth. And when things happen that I don’t like. I got above and beyond to let the world know I don’t like it. Not sure you or anyone else for that matter should want to be anything like me. A bunch of mini versions of me seems like it might be bad for business in the long run.

CLAIRE: Not me. I think the business needs more people like you. More people that seem real. More people that seem authentic. More people that seem like they resonate with the fans. Rather than just being this over inflated egos with subpar skills. People like you Aleesha can be the hero people like me need.

ALEESHA: I don’t see myself being the hero type, but I guess if I’m being honest. I’d rather be viewed as the hero and you follow in my path. Than for you to see someone like Cassie or Harper as a hero and try to take over after them. It’ll just lead to you crashing and burning.

She couldn’t help herself. Nothing like a cheap jab at people you just couldn’t truly stand. Even if it seemed to make her petty. She was alright with being painted in that light once.

ALEESHA: Listen Claire. More than anything I just wanted to come over here to tell you. Do not let anyone kill your dreams or your passion for something. Doesn’t matter who that person is. It can be your father. Your grandmother. Your best friend. The school bully or just some random toxic ass hater for no reason at all. No one should ever have that kind of power over you. If you believe in yourself. If you believe in something strongly enough. Throw your all into it and see where the journey takes you. And if being a wrestler is what you want. I look forward to seeing you down the road one day.

She offered that warm smile of hers. Looking right at the young teen who hadn’t taken her eyes off of her. Not even for a second when it came to those words. All of the sudden Claire threw herself forward and wrapped her arms around Aleesha. Hugging her ever so tightly with a few years falling from her cheeks.

CLAIRE: Thank you. Thank you so much for believing in me. It’s all I ever wanted from people around me.

ALEESHA: And one day they will. It just seems like you’ve got to make them do it first. I have no doubt in my mind you can make that happen.

With that Aleesha gave the girl a small pat on her back. Only for Claire to then unwrap her arms from around the champion’s waist. Reaching up to wipe the tears from her cheeks as she offered a smile. Aleesha couldn’t help but smile right back before she turned herself around and started to walk away. This was part of the job that made it all worth it. Moments like that. Being able to make a difference in someone’s life. No matter how bad people might talk about her from time to time. It was moments like this that constantly reminded Aleesha. She was the right person, for the right job, and at the right time.


There was no better place on earth for Aleesha than lying out on a beach. The way the sun was bright and beamed down on her skin. The warm weather. Hearing the waves crashing in the distance. It was the place to be. And sadly she didn’t live in a place where she got to experience this year round. However, a small little vacation to Brazil to start 2025 off was a good idea for her. That was just the thing she needed. And the beach is exactly where she was found with the cameras rolling in.

A mixed drink in hand. A tiny red bikini and being right out under the sunrays. She was truly at home in a true state of relaxation. However as she took that sip from her drink she could just sense something. To the point when she finished that sip, she tilted her sunglasses down to reveal her eyes. A bright smile crossed her lips when she made eye contact with the cameras before her.

There is nothing like a small impromptu vacation for just yourself. Everything about this just feels right. I don’t have to worry about freezing my ass off like I would be back home. I do not have to worry about the everyday life woes that we all have. At least for a few days to a few weeks. And more than anything it really helps with one's mental health. Allows you to clear your mind and just relax.

Finishing off the little bit of liquor that was in her cup. Before placing it down in the stand beside her. Going from a laying down position to lifting herself up to a seated position. Using her hands in said sand to keep herself propped up.

I would suggest to anyone to take a vacation like this. That even includes you, Cassie. Because based on what I’ve seen on social media and all the things I’ve been hearing that you’ve said. It seems pretty obvious to me you’re in the middle of a mental breakdown right now. A vacation would do you good, but then again I say that when I know that you would never take one. If you’re not being the center of attention by sticking your foot in your mouth and having all eyes on you.

Whether it’s in a negative way or not then you’re not happy. You have this mindset that you’re become irrelevant or something. Not that you’re super relevant now by any means. Of course none of us could ever get lucky enough to see you disappear for a few weeks. But its your right to do so. You want to be a cunt with severe mental health issues because you don’t know how to take care of yourself. By all means do you. Couldn’t be me though. I value myself too much.


She had such a smirk spread across her lips in that particular moment.

After all the hardships I’ve gone through for the last year. After fighting so hard to come back. After winning back my Internet Championship and after having to deal with you last week. I more than deserved myself a mini vacation. A couple days to just decompress and not have to worry about anything, but of course all good things come to an end. My vacation isn’t going to be as long as I’d like. Because I have a job to do. Which requires me to be in Nevada this Sunday for Climax Control.

As it has been announced that I will be teaming up with Bella to take on the team of Cassie Wolfe and Harper Mason aka Young Justice. Now when this was first announced. Only thing that crossed my mind was... well this is going to be an easy night at the office for the two of us. Because there’s no one out there that believes Bella and I are in any danger of taking a loss. Well no one aside from Cassie and Harper. Delusional creatures will always have delusional mindsets.


For a moment she simply shook her head from side to side in a very disappointed manner. Based on that reaction it was pretty clear that the Bombshell Internet Champion pretty much expected this to happen. A very telling sign for when it came to who Cassie and Harper were as individuals.

In fact I said this last week. Cassie Wolfe is predictable in every sense of the word. Harper isn’t that much different either. I predicted everything that Cassie was going to have to say about me going into our championship match last week. Sure enough she pretty much said everything I said she would word for word. Only thing I didn’t see coming was the whole bit where she tried to accuse me of faking an injury just so I didn’t have to defend my title a year ago. I know that people aren’t intelligent but man. She proves that she’s got quite the low IQ every single week. Especially with shit like that.

There’s no reason for me to even address it when it’s complete bullshit and she’s not going to believe anything I say anyway. She’s already made up her opinion in her head. But just know Cassie, you have no idea what you are talking about. It was fun making you eat your words while also punching you in the face. Now I went a step further and predicted that when I beat her. She’d go to twitter and make herself out to be the victim. She’d tell the world how much of a fluke it was. So on and so forth.

And she did just exactly that. She can’t just own up to her faults. She can’t just admit that I was better than her -- even when it was made clear on day one. She couldn’t just admit she’s not ready to be champion yet or even that she’s not good enough to be champion. No no, it had to be everyone’s fault but hers. By no means at all is it surprising to me that here we are a week later. A new match is set to take place.

And the woman that’s lost seventy five percent of her matches delusionally thinks she's gonna win this time out. You people can see just how much dealing with Cassie is a headache. Now I’ve got to deal with Harper who pretty much shares the same opinions and thoughts as Cassie? Yeah, I certainly needed a vacation to clear my mind before I have to start dealing with all the nonsense that involves those two. But don’t you two ladies worry, your pretty little heads. I will be at Climax Control this week.

Not only will I be there, but I have every intention of being at my best. Being everything that I have said that I am time and time again. On top of that I plan to be a very-well oiled machine when it comes to teaming with Bella. You see as much as it's a foreign concept for the two of you to understand. Two people that might want the same thing. It doesn’t have to mean they hate each other. It doesn’t have to mean there’s a major issue amongst them. No, not at all.


From there Aleesha found herself getting to her feet. Taking a second to dust the stand off her thighs and hands. That warm stand instantly hit her feet. Something that brought her instant relaxation, but it didn’t take long for the woman to start walking towards the ocean waters. Forcing the cameras to keep up with her.

Bella and I are both very competitive women. We both want to be at our best. She wants the Internet Championship. I want to keep the Internet Championship. But that’s the only real conflict the two of us have with each other. I’m willing to bet she sees things the same way I do. Which is why I can see her working just as well with me as I plan to work with her come this Sunday. Which is something the two of you should really be worried about don’t you think.

After all, you've done all this work. Coming up with a tag team. Listening to dull music together to find a theme. Coming up with tag moves together. All of this work, but wouldn’t it be pretty embarrassing for y'all to just lose to a team essentially just thrown together? It sure sounds like it would be, but then again I have to realize who I am dealing with here. The delusion is real and it’s not even a thought that has even crossed your minds. Much like what happens when you lose, because you will lose.

That has not crossed your mind. See last week Cassie had the crutch when it came to Guy being the referee. Which, I happen to think he did an excellent job for a fairly new referee being put in a position to referee a main event match. But that was her crutch. She had someone that she was already going to blame when she lost. It was already decided before the match took place that was the route she was going to take. Now I am not going to sit here and pretend that things didn’t happen in that match.

There might have been a slow count on Guy’s end a few times. There might have been a fast count. He might have been a little biased. To which I say I’ve got nothing to do with that. I never asked him to do anything like that. Maybe if you weren’t such a raging cunt that no one can stand and maybe just maybe if you learned to keep your hands to yourself. Something that you’re taught when you’re a toddler. Then there’s a good chance you wouldn’t have been in the situation you were in last week.

But of course that’s going to fall on deaf ears. Because like I’ve been saying you can never be at fault. You can never be wrong. You can never be to blame. However, Guy isn’t the referee this week. He’s nowhere near the match. So what’s the excuse going to be when the loss happens? Hmm? Is it going to be Harper’s fault? Are you going to throw her under the bus like you did several weeks ago? All for the sake of once again looking like the victim?


Each word that came out of her mouth. It backed up every point she made when it came to being able to read Cassie like a book. Sure, Cassie would deny and deny and deny as she’s already done. But it didn’t make the facts any less true. Aleesha’s eyebrow just arched some with that smirk of hers widening.

I could go all day long with conspiracy theories and with whatever excuses you are going to have. All that’s going to do is end up being very tiresome to me. I would much rather spend my time and my resources doing much more fulfilling things for myself. It’s bad enough that I already have to spend enough time and resources competing in this match. But it’s my job. It’s what I get paid to do. And I do love the paycheck that comes my way.

So, I’ll compete. I’ll kick your ass for the third time since I came back. This time it being back to back weeks. But you need to understand something Cassie. Hell, you can even be included in this Harper. I get that the two of you think you can spin your narratives and if you curse and shout enough with your demands. You’ll ultimately get what you want. You think if you act out enough. You can bully people into catering to your wants and needs.

Sadly for you though. That's not how the real world works. Not by a long shot. So understand that this Sunday. It’ll be the last time I ever step into the ring with either one of you. You don’t get a rematch, Cassie. You don’t get another shot at my championship. Time for you to understand that acting like a two year old and throwing a temper tantrum gets you nowhere. You go right back to being the irrelevant stain to mankind that you’ve always been.

And that goes for you as well Harper. There’s no point in me sharing the ring with someone that has the same brain dead mentality as her tag team partner. No point in me getting in the ring with a woman that has the same mediocre wrestling talent as her tag team partner does. This is your one and only chance to brag about being in the same ring with thee Aleesha Jones. Because after this, I’m going to stand letting it be known I deserve to be held at a higher standard. I’m better than both of you and everyone knows it.


Finally, she had reached the end of the beach. Her feet met the warm water of the ocean. Taking a few steps out into the water until it came up to her waist. Aleesha turned herself back around and made eye contact with that camera for the last time.

Like I said at the beginning of all of this. I’m all about valuing myself and taking care of my mental health. Finding things to enjoy with life. As there is so much more out there than this wrestling shit you two seemingly live and die by. I’m going to go back to enjoying my vacation. Meanwhile until Sunday, you two bitches stay pressed and mad about it. Cause I’m not the least bit worried about you or your opinions about me.

As soon as those words left her mouth. Aleesha tossed her arms out at her side and then let herself fall back into the ocean water for a splash. Disappearing under the warm water and going right back to enjoying herself for the time being. This was the last image before the camera found themselves slowly fading out and leaving the SCW with something to look forward to this Sunday.

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Climax Control Archives / “SELFISH BUSINESS”
« on: January 05, 2025, 04:52:09 PM »



Frustration.

That was the only way to describe how Aleesha had felt for the last twenty four hours. She had never been one to let someone affect her mood so poorly that it was something that she took all the way home. Wrestling and work was just that. Her home life was meant to be separate from it all and not have really anything to do with each other, but that wouldn’t be the case today. After all, she couldn’t shake this funk. This attitude. This frustration that had consumed her.

Unlocking the front door to her place. She pushed the door open and the first thing she did was just chuck her gear bag through the front door. Watching it bounce off the hardwood floor and slide until it hit the couch and stops. She walked right in, slamming the door shut behind her, and tossed her keys down on a nearby table right there by the door. Taking a few steps past the door, she rounded the corner to the left, and went right for the kitchen.

Yanking the fridge door open and pulling out a bottle of water. As she slammed that door shut, she looked up and came almost face to face with her significant other. Fable had a smile on her face, but that smile was starting to fade the moment she realized something was off.

FABLE: I was going to say welcome home and congratulations but... doesn’t look like you’re in the mood for all of that. What’s got you so grump-face?

ALEESHA: Nothing. It’s nothing!

Clearly, that was a lie. Even the way she spoke displayed frustration. It riddles the entire tone of her voice. Unscrewing the cap to the water bottle and bringing it to her lips for a quick drink.

ALEESHA: There’s no point in talking about it honestly. It’s only going to make me more frustrated. And until I get to punch that girl in her face. The frustration isn’t going to go away.

FABLE: I totally get that punching people in our line of work is something that goes without saying, but you are putting some pretty big emphasis on wanting to do that. Something clearly happened to make you this upset and bother you this much. You might think its not worth talking about, but you’d be surprised.

ALEESHA: Did you suddenly become a therapist or something during the few days I was gone?!

FABLE: No, it’s just called I’m being a concerned girlfriend and I can see that you’re truly bothered by whatever is going on. Giving you a chance to talk to someone about it, but if you want to be like that. I can just piss off.

Not another word to be said as far as she was concerned. Fable turned her back to Aleesha and made her exit from the kitchen area, Aleesha stood there for a second or two leaning against the counter. Shaking her head from side to side. This is why she had always been adamant about keeping her work and personal life separate. She was taking out how she felt about a work situation on someone she cared deeply about. By no means did Fable deserve any of that.

ALEESHA: Fable!

She pushed herself off the counter and found herself walking out of the kitchen. Taking herself down the hall a few moments later to the bedroom. There is where Fable had herself in front of her computer.

ALEESHA: Hey listen...

FABLE: No, you don’t have to explain anything to me.

ALEESHA: Come on, don't be that way. I was out of pocket for how I was acting.

FABLE: Then I suggest you learn to start checking whatever your issue is at the door.

ALEESHA: I normally do, it’s just... ugh!

A frustrated groan escaped the woman’s lips. Finding herself leaning against the wall and running her hands through her thick hair. Finally, Fable looked up from her attention and brought her attention over to Aleesha. Who now had slinked down to the floor where she was sitting just staring across the room.

ALEESHA: This last year has been so much harder than I ever expected it to be. The injury, the uncertainty of it all, being finally cleared, and fighting with everything I had to be ready to return. Fighting with everything I had to earn a shot at the championship that I never lost. Fought with all my might and left it all on the line just to become champion again. And a moment I couldn’t enjoy because of that cunt.

FABLE: Woah! Aleesha!

ALEESHA: What? It’s exactly what she is!

FABLE: Still! That’s not like you to use that type of language. Whoever this woman is, you are letting her affect your mood and mindset way too much!

ALEESHA: What would you do huh? What would you do?

Following her words. She found herself starting to stand back up. Making eye contact with the blonde that sat in the chair just to the left of her.

ALEESHA: If one of the most annoying yet selfish people literally went into business for themselves and ruined your moment? Are you trying to tell me, it wouldn’t have an affect on you or your mindset?

FABLE: No. I’m not saying that at all.

She shook her head from side to side. To signify no just as she was pushing her hands against her desk in order to stand up from the desk she was sitting at.

FABLE: But I have also been doing this a lot longer than you. Maybe not so much these days, but I got experience. I learned a long time ago that wrestling is filled with all kinds of trash people. You really can’t trust any of them. I would handle this situation one of two ways. First and foremost, if you someone can’t have proper respect for what we do and do business the right way. I would refuse to flat out do business with them. Simple as that.

ALEESHA: That’s not even going to be an option. Not when I just came back and I’ve got a championship I have defend. As much as I don’t like the woman. She did earn the title shot.

FABLE: None of that would make a difference to me. There is a code of conduct to follow in our business and once its broken by someone. It’s all bets off the table as far as I’m concerned. I’ve vacated a championship, left money on the table, or left a company over a situation like this. You don’t get to disrespect me and get away with it. But if this championship means that much to you. Then there’s the other option.

ALEESHA: And that is?

FABLE: Make them do things your way!

The look on Aleesha’s face kind of said more than enough. She was a little confused with what was being presented to her.

FABLE: They may have earned their title shot. You can’t control that, but you can control other things. You’re the champion. You decide when the title match takes place. You decide how the title match takes place. You make her play by whatever set of rules that you set forward and if she’s not willing to play by those rules. Then just give a title shot to someone else before her. Like I said you’re the champion. You call the shots. Not her.

For a few moments there was nothing but silence that filled the room. Aleesha stood there seemingly really mowing over what had just been offered to her in her head. Finally a smirk started to cross her lips. Nodding her head a little bit. Almost like it was a sign of approval.

ALEESHA: You’re a genius, babe!

FABLE: As much as I love some good praise every now and then. I’m far from a genius, but instead I am just someone that knows how to play the game that comes with our business.

ALEESHA: I’m going to keep going with genius.

She reached forward, giving Fable’s cheek a little pinch. Forcing the blonde to blush for a brief moment.

ALEESHA: This is really the best idea! This woman I am dealing with has quite literally one of the biggest egos inside the entire locker room. Despite her having done nothing at all to back up her ego or to prove why she should even have one.

FABLE: That checks out. That’s about seventy five percent of the women’s locker room when it comes to any wrestling company you work for.

ALEESHA: But I know the moment that I take away whatever leverage she thinks she has. The moment I start to put her back against the wall. As soon as I make her do things my way. She’s going to have a meltdown.

FABLE: Of course she will. People like that cannot stand when the power is being taken from them. They don’t know what to do when they don’t have control and can’t make things go the way they want.

ALEESHA: I know just what to do with this. Thank you so much!

FABLE: Eh it’s no big deal. It’s one of the many reasons I’m here. I guess.

A small chuckle escaped her. Aleesha took a step forward and pressed those black lipstick painted lips against the same cheek she had only pinched a few moments ago. Fable came in clutch in more ways than she would have understood. An instant improvement on the mood. A way to take things for the future. And providing her with a way to tap into a side of herself that she normally wouldn’t. Things were going to get interesting in the next couple of weeks.


NEW YEAR, SAME ME

Diary Entry #15
January 4th, 2025

2025 is here.

We’re only four days in and I can’t even begin to tell you. The amount of times I’ve heard new year, new me. All these new year's resolutions. All these new years goals. This isn’t just from random strangers. It comes from my inner circle of family and friends. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not trying to be a negative nancy. I am not trying to put a damper on anyone’s mindset or the way they want to do things. All for people trying to better themselves.

At the same time the reality is 75% of the time no one follows through with those goals or resolutions. They might last for about four weeks and then fall off. Takes someone truly dedicated to actually turn things around and stay on track. I’m a dedicated person, but I’m dedicated to being exactly who I am this year as I was last year. Even the years before that. I’m happy with who I am. I’m happy with the goals I currently have. I’m happy with everything that’s going on in my life right now.

No point whatsoever for me to change things about myself or the way I go about things.  Something that’s about to be a problem for Cassie Wolfe this coming Sunday. See, I already know she’s one of those new year, new me kind of people. Why wouldn’t she be? Nothing about 2024 Cassie Wolfe worked out for her. Might as well try to see what 2025 Cassie Wolfe can do. Although, I’m afraid as much as she’s not going to want to come to terms with it. This year isn’t going to be that much different.

It’s kind of embedded in her DNA she’s not going to amount to much. And it pains me to say something like that. It pains me that I have to be so cut-throat about the woman. Especially when it comes to a fellow co-worker and someone that’s earned the right to face me here soon. But the reason I gotta be like that is because I simply cannot forget or forgive her for what she did a few weeks ago. I have not stopped thinking about it. The way she went into business for herself and made sure to ruin what was meant to be a joyous moment for me.

It just makes my blood boil. And if I’m being honest... Cassie should consider herself lucky I didn’t clean her fucking clock right then and there. But that has a lot to do with who I am and staying the same person. I keep calm. I keep myself collected. I see the bigger picture and I wait till the moment is right.
Unlike Cassie who has always in her short time with the company acted on impulse, acted on the lack of intelligence, and acted on the thought of instant gratification and self satisfaction. She’s about to find out that all of that has led her down the wrong path. Her ego is about to be bruised in a major way.

Because as of this morning. I’ve found out that Mr. Underwood has granted my request in seeing to it that the Internet Championship between Cassie and I happens a little sooner than she thought. On January 12th, 2025. I will stand across the ring from Cassie in the Main Event of Climax Control 414. This is what you wanted right, Cassie? This is why you decided to disrespect me? This is why going into business for yourself was so damn important right?! Girl, this is going to blow up in your face so bad and I’m going to be laughing the entire time.

If she wants to say I’m the bad guy in that. If she wants to call me names over that. If she wants to be bitter over that. That’s fine, it’s her right to do so. It just isn’t going to make a difference. Kind of like it won’t make a difference in her search for finding the 2025 version of herself that actually has her with a winning record. Only thing she should be focusing on is one thing and one thing only. That’s yours truly. Where it’ll be...

New Year, Same Me, and STILL Champ!


xoxo ALEESHA


There was a close up of the Bombshell Internet Championship being shown. The gold middle plate shined brightly with the name “ALEESHA” placed firmly in the middle of it. All of the sudden a hand could be seen gripping the leather on the championship and pulling it off the stand it was on. With the cameras starting to zoom out to reveal the champion herself placing that championship firmly over her shoulder in a proud display. Aleesha’s eyes narrowed to the camera as she spoke her first words.

This could have been about respect. This could have been about honor. . .

The tone of voice said it all. Aleesha was anything but pleased with the situation she found herself in. Shaking her head a little bit from side to side to match that tone of hers.

Yet, it’s not going to be about respect and honor. It’s not even going to be about your ‘rightful’ title shot as you like to call it, Cassie. And the reason being is because you do what you always do. You stick your fucking foot in your mouth. Make yourself so unlikable. Make yourself such a gigantic target that people want to punch in the face over and over again until you stop moving. You didn’t show me any respect. You didn’t show me any honor. Instead you broke one of the cardinal rules in wrestling and you went into business for yourself like the cunt you’ve always been.

With those eyes of hers. There was a certain flare to them when it even came to mentioning the name Cassie. This issue was clearly deeply rooted within her. Something that she had been dwelling on over the last few weeks. And something that was no doubt about to come to a head.

I know it’s such a taboo thing in our industry to peel back the curtain and let the outside world see more than they should see. It’s something my trainer drove into us that we should never do. But this time out, I think I’ll be forgiven. You see Cassie. You know as well as I know what you did was out of line. It was out of pocket. It was unforgivable. You were so determined to be the center of attention. That you had no problem taking away my moment.

A moment that I busted my ass off to have. After everything I went through. After the injury. After the uncertainty around the injury and my career. After fighting to come back and win that Bombshell Rumble. Winning back my Bombshell Internet Championship was meant to be my moment to celebrate and to feel like all the hardships were worth it. But you had to go into business for yourself. Bring your boney little ass out, prevent me from a celebration, and get in my face. And for what?


Aleesha raised her eyebrow just a little bit with that question. Of course anyone that knew who she was. She already had an answer or at least drew her own conclusion. To which there was no one and nothing that was going to change her mind on the matter.

Because you want to be seen? Because you wanted to seem like you were special? Because you wanted me to know you were coming from my title? I mean, I know you have proven time and time again. You’re not the brightest bulb in the box, Cassie. But I’m not an idiot. I was more than aware you won a contenders match -- one that is laughable at best. You didn’t actually beat anyone that was credible. Big deal you beat your tag team partner and friend? Is that supposed to be impressive?

Meant to blow my socks off? Because it’s not doing that. In fact, I’m willing to bet in that complete and utter mid-off the two of you were having. You just begged her to take the dive so the match could end. As well as so you could have more than just one win to your name. Because prior to that win. You were one and seven. But that’s neither here nor there at the end of the day. Ultimately more than anything it’s your desperate craving for attention that made you do what you did. And the worst part about it is, I don’t know why you continue to be this way. Because if you look at your entire short career here in SCW.

That desperate craving of attention has done nothing but put you in bad situation after bad situation. It has continued to make you an unlikable cunt. It has continued to blow up in your face. At no point has it ever worked out for you. Don’t believe me. Let’s run a recap on things shall we? Weren’t you the same bitch that signed a deal with SCW and instantly thought you were worth having someone answer your open challenge? Didn’t you start acting like a whiny toddler when no one answered the challenge?

All because your ego was that big and thought you deserved that kind of attention. That did you no favors at all. Then when you finally got yourself your first match under the Sin City Wrestling banner. You found yourself standing across the ring from Prudence Pierce. A woman who has quite frankly fallen off in a significant way. To the point a lot of people see her as the resident punching bag of this division. Those same people would have classified it as an easy win for you, but what happened Cassie? Hmmm?

You lost! You tapped out! What was meant to be an easy victory fed right to you. You couldn’t get the job done. It doesn't end there though, does it? Aren’t you also someone that ran your mouth far too much about one person in particular to the point that they didn’t just beat you? No, they took it further than a submission victory or a pinfall when they knocked you out cold in the middle of the ring. Quite literally embarrassing you in the worst way possible if you ask me. Yet, you learned nothing from that situation.


For a brief moment the woman found herself pausing. A simple roll of her eyes could be seen.

Not that it’s much of a surprise at this point Cassie. Every situation you have been in with your career here. You’ve learned nothing from it. Not even a little something, and as much as I could go on and on about your career. As much as I could talk about how much of a flop it has been. As much as I could talk about how much of a joke you have allowed yourself to become. And as much as I could bring up fact after fact. I won’t because I know it’ll just turn out to be a giant waste of my time.

Reason being is because as much as you are desperate for attention. You’re also just as desperate to be a victim in everything. You are so quick to spin a narrative. So quick to try and make people feel sorry for you. So quick to try and blame others for what’s happening. Even when it’s clear as day. You are the one that started all the bullshit. You tried it with me. Only thing is babygirl. I’m not going to let that shit slide. I’m not going to allow you to paint yourself as a victim. You will get no sympathy as long as I have a say.


Once again Aleesha could be seen shaking her head from one side to the other. Every bit of what she said had some truth to it. Even if it was something that Cassie wanted to deny. Facts were very much presented and didn’t pay her in the light she wanted. Readjusting that championship on her shoulder to make sure it stayed the focal point as she continued on.

That desperate crave for attention came out the moment I proposed that this match take place before Inception. Frothing at the mouth and quick to say something on twitter. You know the place that you can’t seem to live without. The place you spend most of your time and the place where your mouth has written checks your ass couldn’t cash. You really thought you were doing something with your little tweets by saying I’m mad and throwing out a challenge the way you want it to be. Like you get to call the shots. Babygirl, you’re not the champion.

You’re just the challenger and not a vitable one at that. You don’t get to call the shots, but I sure as hell do. That’s why you got ignored. That’s why you didn’t get an answer to your bullshit challenge. This is going to go my way and my way only. Not to mention, I’m a grown ass woman. I’m not going to go back and forth on a social media app with someone that wants to act like a juvenile and carry herself with a little kid mindset. Besides... since you were so quick to go into business for yourself and so quick to get my attention as the next challenger. You’d assume you’d be all about the championship match sooner.

Yet, you didn’t answer my challenge. You seemed very hesitant about the match happening sooner than Inception. And like I said you even tried to bully me into doing things the way you wanted to do them. Which tells me more than you might think it does. Truth be told Cassie. I know exactly why you took the approach that you did. You’re going to lie and tell the world it’s because you earned your shot at the title for Inception and that you want it to take place at the Supercard so the moment is bigger. But that’s not what it is at all, Cassie.


She licked her lips just a little just as an almost sarcastic smirk began to form right on over them.

First of all. My fans and Sin City Wrestling fans overall deserve better. Not a goddamn chance I want to waste my time or their time facing you at Inception. Supercards are where the money is sweetheart. That’s where the moments are made. That’s where history goes down. That’s where the big time players play. You are not money. You are not a moment maker. You are never going to be someone that makes history. And you damn sure aren’t a big time player. Never have been, never will be.

As a matter of fact. Cassie. I’m so damn confident in that statement. I could get hurt, be forced to retire again, or hell... I could decide you know what. I don’t want to do this anymore. Walk away from this company and this industry. I will still have accomplished more and have more meaning as a while in just little over a year than you WILL EVER do in your entire career. Mark my words there will never be a time or place where the name Cassie Wolfe actually matters.

And it’s fine if that gets under your skin. It’s fine if it pisses you off. If it doesn’t then I have no doubt that this will. Circling back around to why you wanted to duck this challenge and why you didn’t want this championship match to happen soon. It’s because deep-deep down in the pit of your gut. Under all that over inflated ego. Under that stupidness and foolish behavior. Under all that bullshit where you think you’re clever with your little quips and puns. You’re scared.

You’re scared of me. You’re scared of the consequences, because you know you fucked up. You are absolutely afraid of getting in the ring with me. You don’t want to be exposed. You don’t want to have your head taken off. You don’t want to lose one of the only chances you will ever have at the Internet Championship. But the reality is you know you’re going to lose. You know you cannot beat me. You know another loss is coming your way.

Bringing you dangerously close to being a bigger laughing stock than your family member, Krystal was. All along Cassie. I have been able to read you like a book. I have been able to see right past all the smoke and mirrors. But like I said you get no sympathy from me. Despite all that I know. I’m still going to dog walk your ass from one side of the ring to the other. I am still going to embarrass you. I am still going to make sure you get every bit of me and then some. And yes, I am still leaving with this.


Her fingernails tapped on the golden plate of that championship that sat on her shoulder. Allowing herself to take a brief moment and look right at the championship. Her smirk somehow gets a little bigger when seeing her reflection in the shine of the gold. Bringing her eyes back to the cameras then.

Get all those pep-talks from your nobody ass trainer, Josha. Cut all the same boring generic recycled promos you want. Repeat the same stupid insults and falling flat out ass catchphrases till your heart's content. Because none of it. Not a single bit of it is going to matter. And then when this is all over with. You can continue to show how predictable you are. Hop right on the Elon machine. Tweet some trash ass inspirational type quote that helps paint you as a victim. But the moment you log off. You’re going to find yourself a corner and you’re going to weep. You’re going to cry. You’re going to finally realize your career is in the dumps with no chance of ever coming out of it!

With that statement came such an aggressive tone. Aleesha exposed herself with just how irritated she was, but at the same time how much pride she had in wanting to make all of this happen. Taking a few steps forward towards the cameras. All while lifting the Bombshell Internet Championship off her shoulder and holding it up to the camera.

From the start Cassie. I said this could have been about honor. This could have been about respect. We could’ve had ourselves a great match. One that would be talked about for quite some time, but instead you took the route you did. You went into business for yourself. You essentially spit in my face. Therefore you’ve left me with no other option, but to go into business for myself and make sure you understand that this right here is the closest you will ever get to seeing championship gold. Hope you enjoy rotting in the bed that you made for yourself, bitch!

That smirk of hers was a small focal point for a moment. As it sent quite the message it needed to send to one, Cassie Wolfe. Cameras then found themselves shifting over from her back to the championship. Getting that final close up shot to let it be known what was on the line. Before that shot finally faded to black leaving people waiting for what was sure to be a knock down drag out fight.

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Climax Control Archives / “BAD GUY”
« on: December 15, 2024, 07:44:17 PM »



BAD GUY

Diary Entry #14
December 9th, 2024

Am I the Bad Guy?

It’s something I’ve had to ask myself a lot in the last twenty four hours or so. Especially when that’s all I’ve heard. Social media is always a toxic cesspool to begin with. I try to take most of the things people say on there like a grain of salt, but it hasn’t been so easy this time out. Every comment. Every @ at me. Every DM. I am seeing the same thing over and over again from the fans. They’re saying I’m the bad guy in this situation with Bella and I.

They’re saying that I was out of pocket for some of the things I said. They are saying I lied about having respect for her. They said I discredited Bella and everything she has done to hold the Internet Championship. They’re saying that I have completely changed who I was a year ago. And I don’t think that’s a fair assessment, not even in the least bit. First and foremost, if you’re even remotely the same person you were a year ago. You've got some serious issues.

You should always be looking to grow as a person. You should always be looking for a way to advance yourself to being a better person. So yeah. They’re right in the sense that I am not the same person. I’ve done a lot of growing up. I’ve done some soul searching. I’ve done some things to advance myself as an individual. It’s just the right thing to do. It shouldn’t make me the bad guy in this story at all. And as far as the other stuff goes?

I think it’s fair to assume that the fans have misunderstood quite a few things. Starting off with this idea that I don’t really respect Bella. I get that they have seen a lot of people over the years. Lie about something just to gain someone’s trust. So they could screw them over. Hell, I know that are just used to seeing people lie for the sake of lying. The reality of the world is that most people are shitbags. Anyone else said they respected Bella. Sure, I’d say question them but me?

No, there’s no need. I’m not the type to lie. I’m not the type to need to sucker people in for personal gain later. I meant what I said. I respect Bella. I respect all the hard work she’s put in. I respect every speck of blood, sweat, and tears she has left on a wrestling mat. I respect that as a second generation superstar. She craved her own path rather than had her parents carve it for her. I respect how damn good she is in the ring. I said all of these things and meant them.

I just don’t respect that she calls herself champion. That’s the only thing that I can see you guys twisting and making me out to be the bad guy in. Yes, she fought hard to earn the Internet Championship, but the championship didn’t belong to her or anyone else for that matter. Not when it was mine. I was never pinned. I was never forced to tap out. I was never defeated for that championship. I was forced to vacate it due to an injury someone caused me. And I get that they had to move on when I was hurt.

But in hindsight, it still wasn’t anyone else’s to have other than my own. If we are being even more realistic here. I should have never even had to compete inside that Bombshell Rumble to earn a shot at the championship anyway. The second I was cleared and made the call to come back. A championship match should have been waiting for me. It would have been the right thing to do. That didn’t happen though. I didn’t complain. I didn’t cry about it. I didn’t make demands.

I did the exact opposite of what everyone else would have done. I just went and earned the shot to make sure it couldn’t be denied. But as much flack as I am getting for not letting her have the label of champion and telling her the championship is still technically mine. How come she’s not receiving the same amount of flack for the things she said to me hmm? The way she spoke to me about my injury and just saying what happened happened. Little on the rude side. Little bit on the disrespectful side.

I guess it’s alright for her to say those types of things about something that was rather serious and almost cost me my entire career in the eyes of you fans. Clearly, it’s alright in her eyes to say the things she did. Otherwise she wouldn’t have said them. But I get it. I hurt her feelings and she is right. It did happen, nothing can change it. Injuries are a part of this business. I’m not holding it against her. I’m not saying the things people are saying about me.

In reality as much as it kind of bothers me to hear people paint me to be this bad guy. As much as it bothers me for people to take things out of context and try to spin a certain narrative. As much as it bothers me that the people I thought had my back with my fanbase seemingly turning on me. At the end of the day, I cannot be that upset. It’s something I’ll have to learn to get over. For no other reason than what I said earlier. People grow. They advance. Their opinions change. Hell, even their values change.

That’s just how it works. Not to mention something I have learned in this business. A lot of people tend to turn their backs on you. The moment that you start to stand up for yourself and the moment you stop allowing yourself to be a doormat for others. I got knocked down a year ago, but I got back up and I fought to come back here. Seemingly the fact that I didn’t just stay down or that I didn’t just roll over and die. That’s a problem for people, but its a problem they’ll have to deal with. You see...

To quote from one of my favorite songs and people...


I’m the bad guy.
Duh.


By none other than Billie Eilish.

If people are going to have a problem with me because I didn’t just give up. If people are going to have a problem with me because I fought to come back. If this is how people are going to see me when I went as far as EARNING a shot against what was mine. If that’s how Bella is going to see me after giving her all the respect in the world - aside from calling her the rightful champion. If this is the label that’s going to follow me as I go on to take back my championship... then so be it.


-- Aleesha


The sound of metal hit the concrete floor just as Fable found herself opening up the basement door. Poking her head inside to see her girlfriend wiping the sweat off her forehead. Aleesha then found herself reaching for the weight belt that was around her waist and tugging on it to undo it.

FABLE: Is it safe to come in with all the muscle Mommy-ness going on?

The sweet voice of Fable caught her by surprise. Aleesha tossed the weight belt down across the weights she had just dropped and offered a smile. Waving her in.

ALEESHA: Of course, babe. Come on in.

Pushing the door open a little more. Fable walked in carrying a plate of freshly baked cookies. The smell of those chocolate chips instantly filled the room. Aleesha instantly looked at that plate with Fable approaching her.

ALEESHA: Chocolate chips?! You know it’s my weakness!

FABLE: I know you’re on a strict diet this week but...

ALEESHA: But it’s a diet I have to keep. Big championship match and all.

FABLE: Oh come on now. It’s just one cookie. One cookie isn’t going to hurt. Not like you’re going to lose those abs over it.

ALEESHA: Ugh... I know I shouldn’t. Those just look so damn good though.

No longer could she resist the temptation of wanting one of those cookies. Reaching for one off the plate. It was so warm. So soft. The chocolate chips were gooey as she broke the cookie in half and placed the first half in her mouth giving it a chew. Fable looking on for some type of validation that it was good, which she got with the response.

ALEESHA: Mmmm!

Taking the other half of the cookie and practically shoveling it in her mouth. Fable found herself smiling a little more. Clearly the cookies were a hit.

FABLE: Well, I'm glad that you’re fond of them!

ALEESHA: Are you kidding me? They’re amazing. But that’s the only one I can allow myself to have. I gotta finish this work out and keep myself focused.

FABLE: I get that. It’s just...

There was a little bit of hesitation on her end. To the point that Fable didn’t finish the statement. Instead opted to shake her head a little bit and start to take a couple steps back towards the door she had just came in a few moments ago.

FABLE: Nevermind, it’s nothing.

ALEESHA: Clearly, it’s not. What’s on your mind?

FABLE: Honestly, it’s nothing. I shouldn’t have even bothered to say anything.

ALEESHA: Fable!

Based on the raise in her voice and the way she put a statement on her name. It was very clear that Aleesha wasn’t going to let it go. Not that Fable should have been surprised by any means. She had started to bring something up and then stopped. That would get under anyone’s skin. Taking a few steps back towards her. She just looked at Aleesha.

FABLE: It’s just that you’ve become quite obsessed with this ... comeback of yours.

ALEESHA: Well what did yo-

FABLE: No, please let me finish. You wanted to hear it. Let me get it all off my chest.

ALEESHA: Fine.

At that moment Aleesha crossed her arms across her chest and just kept a steady gaze on her girlfriend. Fable taking that plate of cookies and just sitting them down on a bench. Turning right back to Aleesha.

FABLE: Listen, I knew what to expect when you told me you were cleared. I knew what to expect when you said you were going to start training again. I knew what to expect when you said you were going to enter that Rumble. I did this wrestling thing for a short bit myself. It becomes an obsession. It becomes an addiction. It becomes everything that you are. And I was supportive of that.

ALEESHA: Then what’s the issue? Because it is sounding a little like you’re becoming less and less supportive.

FABLE: Not at all, but as someone that loves you and is your biggest fan. I’m going to call you out on things when they aren’t right. I don’t think you are aiming to be this way. It’s not like it’s some master plan or grand scheme of things for you. But you’re starting to change as a person.

ALEESHA: Change?!

FABLE: I didn’t stutter. Yes, you’ve started to change.

There was a little narrow in Aleesha’s eyes. Something that was a little bit of a natural thing. People most of the time didn’t like to hear about themselves when there was a chance it had some type of negativity to it.

FABLE: Like I said I don’t think you’re doing it to be malicious or anything like that. However, this change. You’re showing that you have a chip on your shoulder. You’re showing that you’ve got an attitude. You’re sounding bitter. It’s kind of like you’re taking out the injury on anyone and everyone.

ALEESHA: No! I don’t think that’s the case at all. I would take it out on the person that caused it, if she hadn’t been such a coward and decided to run away into the shadows after what she did. And as far as being bitter goes? A chip on my shoulder? A little bit of attitude? Yeah, I am experiencing those things, but look at everything that injury cost me!

FABLE: It cost you a year of your career and it cost you your championship. I get all of that but...

ALEESHA: But nothing. I’m very much justified in being upset. In being bitter, in having an attitude, and having a chip on my shoulder. It’ll stay that way until the championship is back around my waist. Because like I already told Bella. It’s always been mine to begin with.

FABLE: And at the same time you say that. I don’t think you realize that you are discrediting that woman. Discrediting all her hard work and that’s not fair to her.

For the moment there was silence amongst the two of them. Almost to the point it was a little unsettling. Fable has always been the voice of reason amongst their relationship. She was a little more level-headed of the two. Most of the time it was something that Aleesha heard out and something she took into consideration. But this time? It was different. She reached down and grabbed that weight belt again.

ALEESHA: I need to get back to this workout.

FABLE: Oh don’t be like that. I’m not trying to hurt your feelings or make you feel bad.

ALEESHA: Like I said I have to get back to this workout.

FABLE: Aleesha. You’re being a little bit of a...

ALEESHA: A little bit of a what Fable?! Huh?! How else are you going to try and make me feel bad about myself today?

She snapped a little bit. Her eyes really narrowed in Fable’s direction.

ALEESHA: Every time I get online. I see the same comments. How I’m disrespecting her. How I’m discrediting her. How I’m selling her short. How I’m treating her so horribly. Despite telling her to her face that I respect the hell out of her. And now I have to hear it from you? The one person that was supposed to be on my side in all of this!

FABLE: Woah. Let’s pump the brakes a little bit. I am on your side. I am just trying to get you to see that you’re taking things a little too far. It’s become an unhealthy obsession!

ALEESHA: Because I just want to be every bit as good as I was a year ago? Maybe its a little unhealthy, but I can’t help it. Not when this was all ripped away from me!

She began to secure that weight belt back around her waist. Every bit of her securing it and tightening it up was done so in a frustrated and angry manner. Just peering at Fable with a little bit of fire in her eyes.

ALEESHA: What’s crazy about all of this is... if it was Bella doing it to me. Had she been in a situation where she had something taken from her that I had. Had she carried herself the same exact way. Hell, it doesn’t even have to be Bella. It could have been anyone. Doing the same thing to me, no one would bat an eye. No one would say anything about it. No one would come to my defense!

She was letting out all that frustration. Being made out to ve some bad guy that she didn’t believe she was was more than frustrating. She turned her back to Fable and reached down grabbing the metal bar with those heavy weights on each end. Clearly, there was nothing more to say on her end. Fable looking a little on the defeated side. She sighed to herself and grabbed those cookies back off the bench to start heading out of the basement. Leaving Aleesha to her own devices for the time being.


Twenty four hours from now there was going to be a lot on the line. A lot on the line for SCW’s reigning and defending Bombshell Internet Champion: Bella Madison. As well as a lot on the line for the returning Aleesha Jones. What was on the line variety but either way it would be a lot for the both of them to lose. About that time the scene was starting to roll in.

Right away Aleesha was in the camera view. She sat there at what appeared to be a bar. Sipping on a dark colored beverage. Looking up over her glass to see she was at the mercy of that little red light. Taking that last little bit of her sip. She pulled the glass away from her lips and proceeded to sit it down on the bar in front of her. Addressing the people for the first time.

I have thought about our little chat we had a few weeks ago, Bella.

Nodding her head just a little bit.

To the point that it has something that has crossed my mind at least once a day for the last two weeks. Lots of things were said. Tensions ran a little high. Very good chance some things were taken out of context. We both got a little hot at each other with the way things were worded. However, mutual respect still remained. As it should have. Because that’s the one thing I did really put emphasis on. I respect the hell out of you and I respect the hell out of everything you’ve done. I respect the roads you’ve traveled down. The time, the effort, and energy you’ve put into your career. I respect that you are a woman that will no doubt go down in history as someone that gives it her all. Win, lose, or draw. Very admirable.

She put her hands against the bar and pushed the chair back that she had been sitting in. Motioning for the camera crew to follow along. As she took those first few steps away from the bar that led her to the front door. Pushing it open and outside she walked. With the cameras following along.

And by no means am I trying to toot my own horn here. Because that’s not what this is about. However, I will say that giving you respect, showing you respect, and saying that I respect you is a hell of a lot more than most of the women in the locker room would do. We both know how that locker room is. Ninety five percent of them have over inflated egos that they don’t even deserve to have in the first place. And then the ones that do have an ego that’s slightly deserved. The moment you pose any kind of threat to them they go off the deep end.

I on the other hand have always been a stand up kind of woman. What you see is what you get with me. You treat me well. You treat me with respect. You’re going to get the same in return. Not to mention, I’m not too into myself where I can’t see when someone else is talented. You got a lot of talent Bella and it has recently paid off. You get all the credit in the world for that, but the one thing that keeps crossing my mind. The one thing I have thought about over and over again. The one thing I keep coming back to when it comes to our conversation is what you said about being a ... transitional champion.


Aleesha paused for a moment. Lifting her eyebrow up just a little bit. Almost as if she was confused, but at the same time with the amount of focus that was put on them. It made one have to assume there was a lot more to say on her end about the manner. They would be right.

Your exact words to me were: you were not about to be a transitional champion. And for those that might be a little behind on the curb with that terminology. It just means someone that holds the championship for a very temporary amount of time. Someone who usually has the championship long enough until someone far more deserving and talented comes along to take it. Now with that being said, Bella. That statement was odd to me. Very odd. Because at no point did I ever say anything to make you feel that way. I never even said that to you. The only thing that I said that maybe could be taken as negative is when I said I don’t consider you a champion right this second. Not when it comes to the championship sitting on your shoulder. Something that I had every right to tell you to your face. But that’s all I said. Nothing about being a transitional champion, However since you went there. That tells me only one thing...

That pause had Aleesha’s eyes narrowing just a little bit.

It tells me that you think that about yourself. It tells me you believe that about yourself. It tells me that you’re not that confident in yourself or your abilities despite what you’re willing to say. However we both know that actions always speak louder than words. If you are so quick to jump to that conclusion. If you’re so quick to bring that up and to think that’s where this is headed. Then it seems pretty obvious to me that it’s going to be very hard for you to actually prove yourself. But that does beg the question as to why that thought has creeped into your mind, doesn’t it?

Why did you suddenly lose all confidence in yourself that you’ve had all this time? Why did you suddenly start to feel less than what you are deep down? Why is there a sudden shift in your mentality, Bella? Let me take a stab at things shall I? Is it because right out the gate you have yourself a worthy challenger? You see it seems to be a trend around here with most champions. They like to defend their championships in win-win situations. They like to get a couple of those easy title defenses under their best to add to their over inflated ego.

Now don’t get it twisted for a second here, Bella. By no means am I saying that’s the type of person or the type of champion you wanted to be. It might be who most are, but I don’t get that vibe out of you. You do seem very much like the type to want to meet a challenge head on. No matter how soon it does or doesn’t come. But the fact that I am such a viable challenger maybe that’s what is making you second guess yourself. Maybe that’s what is making you second guess your first ever title reign here. Maybe that’s what is making that thought of being a transitional champion creep into your head.


With the way the street lamp just outside that bar shined down on Aleesha’s face. The cameras could get a really good glimpse of it. She was a woman that very much had her head in the game and she didn’t seem like it would be slowing down anytime soon.

Without the sake of sounding too full of myself. Because that’s not who I am. Facts are still facts. In all six of my matches here in Sin City Wrestling. I have remained undefeated in them. Sure six matches isn’t a lot. But go back and look at those victories. The first four matches I had here were all against known former Champions. Regardless of how I might personally feel about some of them. They were still champions at one point. They etched their name into the history books of this place. I was always in a situation where I was outmatched on paper. Yet all of them were defeated by me. Knowing those facts, I could see why you’re doubting yourself just a little bit.

My fifth match was against a woman you know very-very well. Your mother. The woman that brought you into this world and the woman that had a very big hand in helping shape who you are as a wrestler. She’s been a champion just about everywhere she’s been. She’s viewed as a veteran of our sport. To some she would even be considered a legend. It was an honor to have my first and only Internet Championship defense be against her. Yet despite her veteran status. Despite being called a legend. Despite her having far more experience than me. She also fell at the hand of defeat to me. I could see why your confidence might not be as high ast it once was. If I can beat mama, what’s stopping me from beating her spawn?

And then of course there is the sixth match. We’re talking about the first ever Bombshell Rumble. Not a single person knew I was medically cleared. There’s no one in that locker room that had any inkling that I was going to be in the building. Let alone be in that match. I took everyone by surprise, which was the point. I was in that ring with all types of women. I was in there with former champions. I was in there with certified legends. I was in there with the rookies and I was in there with women that are so easily forgettable it’ll be a surprise if they have a job here in a month. No doubt about it, I was in a situation that was going to truly test who I was as a wrestler.

It was. There’s no way for me to deny that. But I get why you might think that you’re a transitional champion after you watched what I did. I was gone for over a year. With a serious concussion that took me so long to get cleared from. My wrestling career was essentially over and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. Then I got that clearance, I got back on the grind, I walked right back into Sin City Wrestling, and picked up where I left off. Yeah, that’s something that most couldn’t do, that’s a little bit intimidating, and a good way to make you doubt yourself. However at the same time Bella. You need to remember who the hell you are and put all of that behind you!


That last sentence seemed to serve no other purpose than to be motivating to her opponent. In this day and age, it was rare that anyone would offer proper advice and want the best out of their opponent. Far too many wanted to take the shortcut, but Aleesha was different and proved herself to be that way. Keeping her eyes locked with the red light of the camera.

Because I can tell you right now. My goals and my dreams have not changed. Nor will they change just because you seemingly have started to doubt yourself. I’m not like most so I can say with confidence that I want a true competitive match with you, Bella. Not just a competitive match, but I want the very best version of you. I’m talking about the version of you that we saw at High Stakes. Not very many people thought you had it in you to win that match.

Not very many thought you could dethrone the champion. You didn’t listen to them. You didn’t let any negativity in. At no point did you show any kind of doubt. As a matter of fact, Bella. You listened to yourself. You believed in yourself. You stayed focused. You showed who you were and you came out on top. That’s the version you, I want. It’s the version of you that I need. I need to know that when it comes to getting back MY championship. I beat you at your absolute best. Both mentally and physically!

But if you don’t want to listen to me. If you want to have zero confidence. If you want to have this self doubt. If you want to question everything about you and if you want to sit there and think there’s a chance that every for a second you might end up being a transitional champion. Then so be it. It is your right to do so, but then I’m for sure going to make you a transitional champion. I’m going to snatch the hair out of your head. Drop you on your face. Pin you with no remorse and take back the championship that’s always been mine!


Her words almost sounded angry towards the end. Very much as if she was saying that’s not how she wanted things to do, but if that’s how it had to be. Then so be it.

One way or another Bella. That Internet Championship is coming home with me. Fight with everything you have to keep it or get dog walked to lose it.

From there Aleesha just looked at the cameras for a couple of seconds longer. Making sure that those final words were truly driven home. Something for Bella to understand when it came to what she was getting herself into in the next twenty four hours. That’s when she found herself turning around and walking right back inside the bar. With the door closing, the cameras just peered through the glass as they watched her sit back down in her seat and pick up her glass. Only for the shot to start fading to black.

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Supercard Archives / “BELIEVE IN YOURSELF”
« on: November 22, 2024, 03:39:19 PM »



Today was the day. High Stakes was officially here. All those that have been working their asses off to have their moment at the biggest event of the year. It was going to be all worth it for those. And for others, it was a chance to start over. A chance to write a new chapter in their book. That’s exactly what it was for one Aleesha Jones.

In a very tight fitted black dress with heels to match. Aleesha dragged her suitcase against the concrete pavement while walking out of the hotel. She found herself stopping right in front of the long stretched limo that was parked on the curb. Handing over her bag to the driver as he opened the back door for her. Aleesha picked up the end of her dress a little as she climbed into the back with the door shutting.

Looking forward, she finally made eye contact with the cameras for the first time. Her black lipstick covered lips spread into a slight smile. Allowing herself to address them.

“As I prepare for my return. I can’t help but look at the women that I am set to share the ring with. Each and every single one of them has some type of resume. Some are more impressive than the others. Each and every woman in this match serves some kind of purpose. They might not have the same purpose as they think they do, but still they have a purpose. And as I look at every single woman of them there is a certain level of competition than they bring to this Rumble.”

About that time the driver side door could be heard closing. With the driver firmly behind the wheel and rolling up the window to give Aleesha some privacy. She felt the slight movement with the limo pulling off the curb to begin the journey towards the TCC Arena.

“Without the sake of sounding like a bitch. But at the same time I am someone that’s going to call it like I see it. You’ve got your low competition in this match. You got the competition that shouldn’t even be considered competition. You got the women that are confirmed for this Rumble that aren’t going to make much of a difference at all. They’re essentially just another body to be tossed over the top rope. Again, not trying to sound like a bitch or trying to discredit folks. I am simply going with the facts.

Because please tell me in what would Harper Mason and Cassie Wolfe are considered to be true competition. In what world are they considered to be a legitimate threat to the Bombshell division. In what world exactly does anyone have it on their bingo card that one of them will go the distance to become the Bombshell High Stakes Rumble winner. I can’t wrap my mind around it. Not when I and so many others barely see a step above someone like Bea Barnhart.”


For a brief moment she found herself shaking her head to side to side.

“And I know that’s going to trigger an Elon Musk machine fueled rant. Because that’s what they do. They complain and complain. They bitch and bitch. They cry and cry all over twitter. Week in and week out. They forever use that app to put their foot in their mouths. Then when they end up getting mocked, made fun, or just when they end up generally being proven wrong. Shown the error of their ways if you will. They got radio silent until the next time they decide to go off.

Maybe if you two weren’t as delusional as you are. Maybe if the two of you didn’t have these unjustified egos. Maybe if the two of you actually learned to buckle down and learn from your mistakes. Then maybe that’s when people would see you as a threat. Maybe that’s when people would start giving you the respect you blindly think you deserve now. But I don’t see this ever happening. You got your heads so far shoved up your own flat asses it’s just sad.

I mean for crying out loud Harper. How long have you been here? Over a year now? Something like that. Can you name one true moment that defined you? Because if I were to take a deep dive into your history. I’d be willing to bet there isn’t a major win on your record. You’ve most likely loss more than you won. There’s no championships to your name. No major achievements. No major accolades. Over a year here and you’ve done essentially nothing. Meanwhile when I was here the last time.

In just three months time I had championship gold around my waist. Just a little stat for you since you like to try and always discredit people that actually have some motion. And what about you Cassie? What have you done around here? You know aside from throwing a fit on twitter when no one wanted to take you up on your open challenge when you first came here. See, that’s the thing about the internet Cassie. Once it’s out there. It becomes an archive. It’ll forever be there. Always something to reference to.

Oh wait I forgot. You actually have a win that has some weight to it. Unlike Harper. Not that long ago. You defeated Luna Paslino. That’s going to be a win, you ride until the wheels fall off. You’ll bring it up over and over and over again. You will be nothing more than a broken record. But let’s be real at the same time shall we Cassie? Deep down you know that win was a fluke. Deep down you know you got lucky. And deep down you are regretting the rematch because you know what’s going to happen.

Unfortunately for you, Cassie. Because I know it was a fluke and because I know the truth about who you are. That win doesn’t impress me. Not even in the slightest bit. It’s not enough to change my view on you. It’s not enough to see you as a threat. It’s not enough to make you give you any credit. The only thing about you that makes me excited is knowing at some point we’re going to encounter each other in that ring tonight and when we do. I’m going to toss you out. Look forward to seeing you cry about it.”


Aleesha’s smirk found itself spreading a little more. She wasn’t out to make friends, especially not with the likes of them. If it made her a hated person. Then so be it. She’d embrace it. Looking out the window for a second to see that they were starting to pull on the freeway. Before looking back at the cameras.

“Crystal and Selena Zdunich. Ladies, you’re very much in a similar category when it comes to low level competition. To which kind of pains me to say when it comes to you, Selena. Considering at one point you were the World Bombshell Champion. The highest achievement we can get in this company as a Bombshell. Sure, it wasn’t a long reign. But you got there and that speaks volumes. That earns you a certain level of respect if you were to ask me.

And of course over the years. You’ve done countless other things. However, it’s safe to say sadly that you’ve peaked. In the last couple of years. You’ve done nothing of true importance. Nothing of true significance. You’ve been nothing more than a punching bag for this division. Every bit of stock and value you once had has been buried so deep because of what you’ve allowed yourself to become. There is no reason for me to believe that you are going to be a threat to me.

No reason for me to believe you’re suddenly going to find yourself. Experience some kind of rivalized resurgence. No, that’s not how this works. That’s not what the real world is. Instead the reality is you’re going to stand in front of me. I’m going to rock your jaw and then I’m going to scoop you up off the mat to throw you out of my ring. Trust me when I tell you, I wish that there would be more to our encounter than what’s going to happen. But I am realistic. I know what to expect

As far as your wife is concerned. She’s about as useless as they come. Somehow more useless than Cassie and Harper. Somehow more useless than Bea Barnhart. I’d throw her in the same category of Prudence Piece and Diamond Steele. All three of them are poor excuses for wrestlers. They’re unmotivated, uninspired, and shouldn’t be taking a spot from those that want to be better. Believe me when I tell you, Crystal. You get froggy in this match and I’m going to drop you where you stand!”


There was a certain level of spark and excitement in the eyes of Aleesha. She had truly begun to find that confidence in herself once again. She found herself looking out that window once again. Getting lost in seeing the TCC Arena off in the horizon as they were getting closer to the building. At that moment she felt the butterflies in her stomach. This was becoming more real by the second.


Flashback to September 2024

Only one single light was on in that entire building. It was the spotlight. Big enough to light up the entire ring and that’s exactly what she had needed. Aleesha was drenched in sweat as she hit the ring ropes with everything she had. Feeling that burn across her shoulders where the rope had hit. Carrying herself to the other side of the ring and hitting those ropes.

As she was coming off though, she launched herself into a tiger roll. Rolling right back to her feet and planting her feet. However she didn’t plant them the correct way. Becoming visibly and audibly frustrated with herself. Letting it out with just a single word.

ALEESHA: Fuck!

She took her hands and brought them to her face. Rubbing them harshly against it for a second. Trying to clear all the sweat that was dripping down her face and getting into her eyes. When she removed her hands from her face. The spotlight wasn’t the only light on. Instead the entire warehouse was lit up. Aleesha looked around for a second and then immediately was startled causing her to jump back.

ALEESHA: Jesus Christ! Where the hell did you come from?!

Her words were being directed towards the person that had startled her. The man that had trained her and gave her that first big break in the business, Calvin Harris. He stood there looking up in the ring at her. Shaking his head a little bit.

CALVIN: Well this is my building. This is where I teach classes.

ALEESHA: Maybe next time let someone know you’re coming. So you don’t cause someone to have a heart attack. My god.

CALVIN: Maybe that’s advice you should be following. Not like I expected anyone to be here at six in the morning. Especially not someone that hasn’t been here in years.

ALEESHA: You told me to keep a key in case I ever needed it. Well, turns out I needed it.

CALVIN: I see that...

About that time he reached up to grab the middle of the ring and helped pull himself up on the apron. Once he stood up, he wiped his feet off on the mat, and then swung his left leg over the rope. Ducking down and getting into the ring. His arms folded across his chest as he stood in front of her.

CALVIN: Not like you to have your basic footing off. The fundamentals were something you always excelled at. What’s the deal?

ALEESHA: Well this is the first time I stepped into a ring in a year. That concussion I went through caused so many issues. Kept me side lined for so long. I’m only about two months off of being cleared to compete in contact sports.

CALVIN: That still doesn’t answer the question, Aleesha. Yes, you went through all of that. But this is like riding a bike when you do get back in the ring. You don’t look like yourself at all. Not just with the fundamentals. I can see it in your eyes. You look scared.

ALEESHA: That’s because I am!

She felt a little lump in the back of her throat when she answered him. For her to admit that she was scared took a lot out of her. With everything she had been through in life. All the ups and downs. It really helped mold her. Made her grab life by the horns. Made her form confidence in herself and never be scared of anything, but in this moment she was very much afraid.

ALEESHA: I am scared that I can’t do this anymore. At one point, I didn’t want to do it anymore. Like I said, the concussion lasted so long. All the health issues that came with it. That sucked the life out of me and made me fall out of love with wrestling. Then when I got cleared and started watching again. It gave me that spark I’ve been missing. But the moment I stepped between those ropes this morning. I knew I wasn’t myself anymore and I don’t know if I can be. Maybe this is a mistake.

CALVIN: A mistake? No, the only mistake you are making right now is allowing doubt to even creep into your mind. If this is something you want to do. If this is something you truly want again. You can do it and you can do it with ease. There’s not a lot of people I would say that about, Aleesha.

ALEESHA: I don’t know about all of that.

CALVIN: Well, I do. You were the very first student I had graduated from this school. I had three classes before you came along. None of them made it through. For a multitude of reasons, but they didn’t make it through. Then the class you were in. You were the only one to soak the information up like a sponge. You were the only one to get those fundamentals down to perfection and with ease. You became better than I ever thought you would and I’m glad that you did.

She stood there in the middle of the ring listening to every word he had to say. Still after all these years, she just didn’t do well with him complimenting her and singing her praises as a wrestler. But that had everything to do with her having always been her own worst critic.

CALVIN: If that drive is coming back. If that passion is still deep in there. If just watching a wrestling match brings a spark out of you. Then there’s no doubt in my mind you can still do this. You just need to get out of your head and decide what your goal is. Are you just wanting to prove you can do this again? Are you wanting to be the wrestler you were before? Are you wanting to still compete at a high level and make an impact on this business?

ALEESHA: Yes, to all three of those. I want to see if I can still do this. I want to be who I was before. After all, I was just finding my place in this business. I felt like I was on top of the world and felt like I was making an impact on this business. And of course, I want to still be able to compete at a high level. Anyone that enters this business should always want that for themselves. I just don’t know if I can do it. And even if I can. Where do I go from here? I can’t go back to SCW. I failed in front of everyone.

CALVIN: You failed?! Because you got hurt and needed to step away?!

ALEESHA: I failed because they put stock into me. They wanted to see me do great things. I had a chance to redefine the Bombshell Internet division and I dropped the ball in doing so by getting hurt.

CALVIN: That’s fucking nonsense and you know it.

She watched him shake his head. More so paying very close to the tone of voice he was using. He meant what he was saying and was standing on business. There wasn’t any way she would get him to see it the way she did.

CALVIN: I am not even associated with them anymore. Not since my own injury, but I know if I wanted to come back. They’d welcome me with open arms. Just like they would do with you. They don’t see you as a failure because something that’s part of our business took place and something you couldn’t stop from happening. Not when they see failures every single week. There are people there every week that just make a complete fool out of themselves and I’m sure it has the men running that place questioning why they even made the decision to hire them.

ALEESHA: There’s a couple of people that come to mind right away.

CALVIN: And so do I. So, the way I see it, Aleesha. They could use someone like you coming back into the fold. If this is something you truly want for yourself. Take the time, get that confidence back, hammer down those fundamentals, find yourself in this ring again, and then make the call. Do I make myself clear?

ALEESHA: Loud and clear, coach.

CALVIN: Glad we could have this conversation!

Following those words he found himself backing up towards the ropes and then climbing back out of the ring. Once on the apron he dropped down to the floor. Taking a couple of steps away from the ring heading for the office area. Aleesha backed herself up in the corner and took a look at the middle of the ring. Taking in a big deep breath but before she could do anything. He caught her attention again.

CALVIN: Oh and before I forget. Don’t blow yourself up too much. Class is in an hour and since you’re here. I’ve decided you’ll be joining us today!

The smirk that spread across his lips as he kept walking. Aleesha knew that she was in for it now. He was going to put her along with eleven others through the ringer. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise. Maybe it’s what she was going to need to feel like she could wrestle again and could compete on that high level. Maybe this could lead to her having that phone call and trying to come back into the fold. Or maybe she’d end up being the failure she thought she was. Only time would tell.


Sitting there in the locker room. Aleesha found herself pulling her boot up over her foot. Those laces are as loose as they could be to make it as easy as possible. Her heart was thumping so hard and she felt like she had just received an entire shot of adrenaline. The moment was getting closer and closer. Finding out what she was made of was right around the corner. With the boot on she looked up for a second.

“Earlier I was talking about the levels of competition in this match. I was talking about the purpose that each woman served for the Rumble. Lots of disappointment all across the board. But it isn’t all bad. Not at all. There are some bright points to some of the women I will share the ring with.”

She then reached back down and put her attention back to those light colored purple boots. Pulling on the string to start to lace them up.

“Alexandra Calaway. She’s one of the bright points to this match. A woman that I have never had the privilege to share the ring with. As well as a woman that I can see having a very bright future around here. Brighter than just being regulated to being in the Mixed Tag Team division. Brighter than just being considered a fixture to the Bombshell Roulette division. I look at you, Alexandra. I see you being a woman that has the ability to main event a High Stakes in the future. I look at you and see you as a woman that can compete with the stiffest competition SCW has to offer.

I look at you and I see you as a woman that will one day reach the pinnacle to become the World Bombshell Champion. Winning this match would without a doubt be a step in the right direction. It could be the stepping stone to making all your wildest dreams and fantasies come true. However, sadly for you. Right now isn’t your time. And I say that, not just because I am in this match. But I say that because I can see right now you’re not mentally or emotionally prepared to be taking a step in that direction. There’s some things you need to learn first.”


Taking that last few seconds to pull those laces tight. Before tying them and then tucking the ends inside her boots. Her eyes came back up to see her reflection in the mirror in front of her. At this point she was about as ready as she could be.

“First lesson you need to learn is to stop letting people get to you. People are going to be trash human beings. There are going to be people that talk shit about you. They’re going to make baseless claims. They’re going to do anything they can to get under your skin for the sake of having an edge. I have seen it time and time again. You get worked up over what they have to say. I have seen you out there trying to defend yourself at any single turn. I have seen you become emotional over these things.

And this isn’t the business for you to be getting emotional in. Something you should already know. You’ve been doing this much-much longer than I have. But sometimes you just need that reminder to bring you back down to earth. I have had plenty of people shit talk me. I’ve had plenty of people make baseless claims about me. I have people make me a target and try to get under my skin. I didn’t react. I didn’t defend myself. I didn’t go on some crusade to clear my name.

Nah, instead I let them do what they felt they needed to do. Because there was going to be a time and a place where I’d meet them in the ring. That’s when I showed them that there are consequences for running your mouth. These hands stayed Rated E for everybody. I let all my talking go down with those people inside the squared circle. They learned their lessons the hard way. Something I know you’re capable of. You’re far more violent in the ring than I could ever be. Start tapping into that.

And the other lesson you need to learn. Stop trying to be friends with everyone. Stop trying to be respectful to everyone. Stop trying to keep things peaceful with certain people. I’d assume that being the type of hardcore bitch that you are. That’s not how you would carry yourself. But again I have seen it. I have seen your eagerness to be friendly, to be respectful, to be accepted, and the sad reality is. For this business that’s not how it works.

Not everyone deserves to be respected. Not everyone deserves to have peace brought to them. Not every person deserves friendship. Like I already said there are some real trash ass people that exist in the world. They deserve nothing but bad things to happen to them. For how they decide to carry themselves in life. Once you get that through your skull. Once you can tap into who you are at your core. Once that sadistic ain't afraid to bleed woman comes out. Then you’ll achieve all you want but not tonight!”


Following those words, Aleesha found herself standing up from the chair she had been sitting in. Taking a few steps over to the locker room door and opening it. In just staring down the hallway, she could feel herself becoming nervous within seconds.

“And of course there is the element of surprise with this Rumble. There’s a very good chance someone is going to walk out there tonight that’s going to be a major surprise. It’s going to shake the foundation of this division. Might even shake the foundation of the company. It could be a major return. How cool would it be to see someone like Misty come out of retirement? A woman that set the standard for what a Bombshell should be. A woman that quite frankly had it not been for her. Who is to say that we would even have a division to compete in? She meant that much.

Or maybe someone like Devona or even Amber Ryan. Two women throughout this company’s history and throughout wrestling history in general. They have always been at the top. They have always been peak competitors. They have always been women you inspired to be like and inspired to learn from. I would leap at the chance to share the ring with them. No matter how long that did or didn’t last. Just to be out there with them, to be able to mix it, and to be able to see where I stood against certified legends. It would mean more than I could ever put into words.”


She had already started to walk out of the locker room. That nervous feeling setting in a little more. Her knees were a little weak. This moment was something she never thought would happen again. She thought her career was over. Now she has been given this second chance. Cameras staying right there with her as she continued on.

“Maybe there’s a chance that Tempest will finally show herself again. Head to that ring and show why she’s always been a dominant force in this company. Go out there and just rag doll any woman she can get her hands on. Selfishly that’s what I want. For no other reason than I have always viewed Tempest as my dream match. I have always thought there was magic to be created with the two of us standing across the ring from each other. I have always viewed her as someone that would be my biggest threat, my biggest opposition, and someone that would force me to dig down deep. If this is something that happens. I truly will be a dream come true.”

Finding herself stopping just in front of the gorilla position. The loud roar of the crowd could be heard. They were certainly ready for the event to finally get under way. Considering the Bombshell High Stakes Rumble was the first match of the night. There was no doubt it would set the tone and give the people what they were asking for. Aleesha letting her eyes fall onto the cameras.

“There’s so much that could happen. So many women that I could encounter. Bodies are going to be flung around. People are going to be sent over the top rope and on their asses. Many of our Bombshells are going to have their hearts broken. Many of them are going to feel disappointed. Many of them will have to experience defeat. After all there’s only one that can win. Only one that can come out on top. Only one that can earn that championship opportunity.

And I am going to do everything in my power to make sure. That one person is me. I think I deserve that. After everything I went through. From having Kim Pain put her hands on me. To being hit in the back of the head with a glass bottle that gave a concussion that lasted over a year. All the dizziness. All the throwing up. The constant aches and pains. All the emotional trauma I had to go through. To having to hear all the negativity about how I was a flash in the pan and I couldn’t handle the pressure.

I took every bit of it on the chin. I fought with everything I had just to make this moment come full circle. I want to know if I can still do this. I want to be able to take my spot right back at the top where I once was before. I want to have my name in the lights and once again prove to be something here in Sin City Wrestling. The only way any of that is possible is going all in on myself with this High Stakes Rumble. Somehow, somehow I’m coming out the other side filthy rich! Best believe that. See you out there, ladies!”


As soon as those words left her mouth. She found herself turning back around and heading into the gorilla position. To which she instantly found herself jogging in place. Getting that blood really flowing. All while somehow trying to find it in herself to shake the nerves free. Everything she had been through. Everything she had to battle through. The hardships of the last year all brought her to this moment. It was time to sink or swim. That’s when the cameras faded out leaving them to wonder what would happen the moment her music hit.

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Supercard Archives / “GUESS WHO’S BACK?!”
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A very visibly looking blonde paced back and forth across the concrete floor. She had no less than paced that tiny waiting room floor a hundred times over. Looking up from the concrete tile every so often to look over to the door. Still no sign of the person she had been waiting on. Back to looking at the floor and pacing more. She was growing more and more uncomfortable. Thankfully for her own sake though, she heard the door open and she looked up.

Aleesha found herself coming through that door and into the waiting room. Looking a little out of it from a mental aspect. But she was in good spirits other than that based on the smile spread across her thick lips. Fable wasted no time rushing over to her. Tucking a few stands of her blonde hair back behind her ear and looking into Aleesha’s eyes. Like she was trying to get some kind of answer without any words being shared, but it was no use.

FABLE: Well... ?

Aleesha just looked at her still smiling, but she didn’t exactly say anything. However to be fair Fable didn’t give her a chance before she was already speaking.

FABLE: Err hello? Earth to my girlfriend? Are you going to give me the four-one-one here?

ALEESHA: You know I don’t know what it is. But for the last year - almost - of taking these impact tests. This one for some reason had me the most stressed out. I wasn’t comfortable. I just didn’t feel right going into it.

FABLE: Is this some kind of bad omen or something? Is everything alright or not?

ALEESHA: Impatient aren’t you?

FABLE: A little bit. Yeah!

One thing about Fable is she was very self aware. Something that made for some pretty unique and comical moments for their relationship.

ALEESHA: I’m fine. I’m better than fine. I passed every single test with flying colors. No more concussion. No more concussion like long term symptoms? I guess it's what it would be. I’m cleared to do anything and everything I was doing a year ago. It’s such a relief!

FABLE: That’s fantastic! I am so happy for you, babe!

ALEESHA: Thanks love. It’s just a lot to take in right now. A lot to process and to even think about. So much of my life had to change this past year. I’ve grown to just deal with it. I’m not sure that I can or even want to go back to how things were a year ago.

FABLE: What do you mean though? I mean yes. There were some things that changed, but nothing that is so dramatic that you should have to worry about going backwards.

ALEESHA: Except once it’s out and about that I have finally recovered. Everyone is going to be calling for a return to wrestling. And I don’t know if I want that for myself. Not anymore anyway.

This was meant to be a moment where she got to rejoice in finally being a hundred percent better. However, being the realistic human that she was. She knew what was going to come and it wasn’t something she was looking forward to. Because it was going to take away from being able to celebrate. It would take away from her just finally feeling free for a change.

FABLE: So, don’t say anything?

ALEESHA: Excuse me?

FABLE: Like I said. Don’t say anything. You don’t owe anyone anything. People don't need to know the ins and outs of your life, Leesha. They never did. And I get it. I did the wrestling thing too. We get wrapped up in it and think we do owe the fans something. But the reality is we don’t. We deserve to keep some things to ourselves, you know.

ALEESHA: What you are saying makes sense. But you also know that we are under a microscope at all times. There’s always someone out there doing a deep dive and looking to get the first scoop in order to leak something out there into the world. I just think what you are proposing is a lot easier said than done.

FABLE: I don’t think it is. You’ve been out of the limelight now for about a year. You don’t have that much contact with people even in the business. And you’ve had no contact with your previous bosses. This is going to be easy to keep between us.

ALEESHA: I guess. I don’t see how, but I’ll take your word for it. All I know is I don’t want to have people asking me the same question every week. Nor do I want my email flooded with people asking me for appearances and shit. I just kind of want to live life the way it is now.

A small shrug consumed the tattooed shoulders of the woman.

FABLE: And you will. I can make you that promise, but enough about what ifs. No more talk about stuff that doesn’t matter. It’s time for a celebration and that calls for amazing food.

ALEESHA: And even better beer?

FABLE: Of course. Ever better beer!

ALEESHA: You’ve always known the way to my heart!

A warm smile came over Aleesha’s lips. Fable wrapped her tiny pale hand around hers and began to lead her out of the doctor’s office. This was an amazing feeling. To know that she had truly recovered and would no longer have to deal with all the things she had been dealing with for a year now. It was a weight off her shoulders and now she could live life the way she wanted. But little did she know it wouldn’t be long before that itch came back!


LIFE CHANGES

Diary Entry #13
November 15th, 2024

Life...

It really does know how to throw you through a loop you know? Sometimes it puts you through some of the most trying times. It’ll sometimes put you through things that make you second guess yourself, question every decision you ever made, and make you lose faith within yourself. That is what life put me through back in September of last year.

I was on top of the world as a young wrestler. I had an undefeated streak. I had eyes on me. I had people talking about me. Now whether it was good or bad, that doesn’t matter. Point is I was the subject of conversation. Sin City Wrestling as an entire company saw good things in me. They saw a bright future in me. And to top it all off, I had proved I belonged by capturing the Bombshell Internet Championship.

Everything was looking up for me and then... Kim Pain returned. Took a bottle of wine. Blasted me in the back of my head. On the shelf I went with a severe concussion. It’s the name of the game. It’s part of what we do. Especially in a contact sport, but that concussion was worst than anything I had ever experienced before. Light bugged my eyes.

Every time I got up to move around. I felt dizzy and sick to my stomach. Those migraines that roasted for hours. Sometimes even days. Every part of me ached in ways that I didn’t think possible. Now at first I was hopeful that I would be back in the ring in a couple weeks time. On average a concussion can last for days to weeks. Depending on how serious it is.

But days turned into weeks. Sin City Wrestling had no other choice but to do what was right for the company. They stripped me of the championship because I was unable to compete and couldn’t do my job in defending it. As much as I understood. That was a blow to my ego. As well as further putting me in a bad place mentally combined with that confusion.

Weeks turned into a month. It took one month for me not to have a headache. One man to not feel like I was going to puke. But still I felt off. I felt weak. I felt fraile. I couldn’t pass a concussion test. That turned into months of being like that. I wasn’t finally cleared to even do light workouts in the gym until January of this year. That was nearly five months later.

And that was just light workouts. I didn’t get a chance to start doing heavy lifting and feeling more and more like myself again until the end of February. Early March which at that point I kinda accepted that professional wrestling was behind me. It sucked and I felt like a complete failure at life, but the reality wasI didn’t know if I’d ever be cleared for that type of physical contact again.

On top of that. I had lost all confidence within myself. Even if I had gotten cleared, I didn’t think I had it in me anymore. I didn’t think I was as good as I once was. I didn’t think I could go out there and compete on the same level. I didn’t think I’d be able to perform at the level I once did. That and while I don’t blame SCW or anyone that works there. But it was clear they had moved on from me.

I was just an afterthought...



Please come on in.

Those words were spoken by the always charismatic Mark Ward. He stood there holding his office door open with Aleesha finding herself walking through said door. Taking just a few steps into the office and finding herself taking a seat in a chair that sat right in front of his office desk. Mark found himself closing the door before taking a couple steps over to his chair and sat down across from her.

MARK: Miss Jones. It’s been quite some time since we’ve had a chat. How have you been?

ALEESHA: It has been a while, but I’ve been alright. Took me a long time to feel alright from a physical and mental aspect, but we’re finally there. On the right track. Thanks for asking.

MARK: Of course. You were once part of SCW. I like to think of almost everyone that is a former Bombshell or Superstar family. Even if they move on. Although your case was a little different with the concussion and all. I take it that’s finally on the mend as well?

ALEESHA: It is. I finally passed all concussion protocol testing and impact resting back in August.

MARK: Oh?! Back in August? That’s the first I am hearing of this. We could have had ourselves a conversation a little earlier had I known.

ALEESHA: That was kind of the point. I intentionally didn’t let the world know what was going on when I was cleared. I didn’t exactly want to have that conversation with you or any wrestling company for that matter. No offense or anything.

Her expression was genuine at least with her words. She wasn’t trying to be offensive. Looking over at Mark, she just watched him nod his head a little bit.

MARK: No offense taken at all. People are allowed to live their lives however they want. We would have just welcomed you back in the fold if that was an option back then. But, that brings us to the now. You have been trying to get a meeting with me for a few weeks. What’s on your mind?

ALEESHA: Well, first of all. I know you’ve been a busy man. So thank you for taking the time to take this meeting. Can’t imagine what its like to be in your shoes. You know with running day to day operations of the company to gearing up to get back in the ring for the first time in ten years. Pretty impressive if I do say so myself. I am sure you’ll put on one hell of a show for the fans.

MARK: Thank you. It’s been a little bit of a struggle to manage things back and forth. But I am making it work. Looking forward to putting this behind me so I can focus back on the business side of things.

ALEESHA: I can understand that, but the point of this meeting. I had the last year off from the ring. That concussion messed me up for a long time. But not just on the physical aspect. However also on the mental aspect. I was sure that I didn’t have it anymore. I didn’t think I could compete at the level that I once did. And then you know I kind of just saw how the company moved on from me. I was such an afterthought it wasn’t even funny.

MARK: All due respect. What did you expect us to do?

ALEESHA: No no! I am not blaming you or Christian. You guys have a business to run. You had to do what you had to do. No ill feelings towards yall by any means. But seeing that and with what I had going on with my own mental struggle. I just assumed I was done.

She allowed herself to just shrug her shoulders a little bit about the situation at hand.

ALEESHA: But back in September. I started watching wrestling again. By the end of the month I was back in the ring. I was loving the feeling of being in the ring. I was feeling motivated again and feeling confident in my abilities. To the point I thought maybe I wanted to do this again, but I was still a little hesitant. I didn’t know if I’d fit in. All that jazz but then a few weeks ago. You guys announced the Bombshell High Stakes Rumble.

MARK: Ah yes! One of our newer ideas. It’s been talked about quite a bit over the last few weeks. Looks like after all these years. We still know what we’re doing.

ALEESHA: You sure do, and I really started to think. Maybe that’s the best place for me. Maybe that’s my way to get my foot back in the door. Maybe that’s the perfect chance to see what I am made of and to see if this is something I can still do after all. But I can express my interest. However it’s still a matter of if you’ll have me.

MARK: For starters. I don’t know why you would even think that we wouldn’t have you. After the year you had in 2023. You showed you were very promising and had a chance to be one of the faces of our Bombshell division for years to come. And secondly, we did open it up to the entire wrestling world. You don’t have to be under contract with us. If you want to show up and show what you are made of.

ALEESHA: I just don’t want to be one of those people. That only comes around or only wants to be part of something when there is something on the line. Like, the championship match doesn’t even mean much to me. It’s a nice little perk, but really all I want to do is see if I got it in me. I just want to see if I can compete at a high level. I want to see if I can still thrive in Sin City Wrestling.

MARK: Then it sounds like to me. You already know what needs to be done.

For a moment there was just a little bit of silence between the two. Mark letting a bit of a grin cross over his lips with Aleesha nodding to herself a bit.

ALEESHA: I guess you’re right in that sense, Mr. Ward.

MARK: Mmmhm. Look forward to seeing what you bring to the table on the 24th.

Following those words Mark stood himself up from his chair. Aleesha doing the same as she reached across the desk with her hand. Gently, Mark grabbed a hold of her hand and gave it a shake. That mutual understanding and feeling embraced is what Aleesha needed. With the handshake ending Aleesha went ahead and made his exit from the office. With the future being bright, it was time to buckle down to make sure this wasn’t a complete and utter let down.


LIFE CHANGES II

Diary Entry #14
November 15th, 2024

But as much as life can knock you down like it did me for over a year...

Sometimes life can be really fantastic too. Sometimes it puts you on the right path. It puts you in a situation to achieve anything and everything you ever wanted. It puts great people in your life. And sometimes, just sometimes it provides you with a second chance on something. A redo if you will and that’s what I feel like has been presented to me.

After being cleared. No more issues. No more confusion. No more feeling sick all the time. Like I said I didn’t want to go back to wrestling. I was an afterthought and I didn’t believe in myself, but that lasted for a few days. Then I started watching a little bit of wrestling here and there. Seeing what some of my friends were doing. Seeing how much the business has evolved in just a year's time.

And as I should have expected. It sucked me right back in. it made me feel like that little girl that was watching with my grandparents. It made me feel that love for wrestling that only a fan could feel. So what did I do after that? I decided to get back in the ring. Just for the sake of it. Just to see how I felt. Just to see if I even had it in me to do anything anymore.

Like a fish to water. I took to it and fell further in love. Every time I hit the mat for that bump. Sure it hurt, but it was like the adrenaline shot I needed. Every time I hit those ropes as hard and as fast as I could. Yes, it drove the wind out of me. But it was something that my body had been craving and I didn’t know it until that moment.

The little bit of locking up I did with a couple of old friends. It brought that competitive nature out in me. Made me just want to slam them down and leg drop them. It was such a rush, but once I felt that. Once it confirmed to me the love for wrestling was still there. Once it appeared to me that maybe just maybe I might still be able to do this. That’s when I knew what I needed to do.

Had a sit down meeting with Mark last week. We ironed out a couple things. Enjoyed a nice conversation and when that meeting was over. I had a short term deal with Sin City Wrestling. By short term I mean at this moment. I have only signed a deal to compete in one match, with the possibility of a second one. Depending on the outcome of the first.

No one knows it yet, but I decided to throw my name in the hat for the Bombshell High Stakes rumble. Of course everyone entering the rumble is only doing so with the intention of earning themselves a championship match on the Christmas show. I can’t say I fault anyone for taking their shot at this and taking a shot at an essentially free championship match if they can win, but that's not why I am entering.

No, I am tossing my name in it. Because I know the amount of people that will be in the match. Because of the amount of talent that will be in the match. From the best talent this place has to offer to the lowest of low with talent. I’ll experience all of it and everything in between. I’m entering the match because it’ll test everything about me and my abilities.

From the physical aspect of things. My pain tolerance. My endurance. My cardio and my actual skill in the ring. It’ll also test me from the mental and emotional aspect of the game. These situations aren’t meant for the weak nor should they be. But in taking this challenge on, in throwing my name in the hat. There’s only two outcomes.

I either fall flat on my face and show the world that I don’t have it anymore. I get my ass handed to me and I get tossed over that top rope with ease. Or I prove to be just as good as I once was. I add to what was already an impressive undefeated streak. I pick right back up where I left off with this roster and this company from a year ago. With a championship match as a Christmas gift to myself.

Get ready ladies. Mother is coming home!


xoxo
ALEESHA


The sunset was starting to take place over the Tucson skyline. Something about the mixture of seeing the desert along with those bright colors of the sunset just made everything look so beautiful. About that time there was the sound of boots hitting the desert’s ground. Cameras cutting over to the left low to see the boots kicking up dust. With a slow pan upwards, it was revealed that the person in those cowboy boots was none other than ALEESHA herself. She smiled real big while looking at the camera before her.

Hello ladies! Have you missed your mother?!

Reaching up with her light purple colored nails and tipping the cowboy hat she had on. All before she yanked it off and just tossed it to the side out of the camera's view.

High Stakes is right around the corner which many of you already know. After all the talk of the locker room from what I hear is the Bombshell High Stakes Rumble. So many of you have already thrown your name into the hat and that’s not the ones that were already confirmed to be in the match to begin with. Not that I am surprised by any means. This was kind of one of the things about the Bombshell locker room when I was here a year ago.

A lot of you didn’t want to actively work for anything. A lot of you didn’t want to stand on your own two feet and earn opportunities. A lot of you would just stay in catering and go on social media to bitch about how you weren’t booked or given an opportunity. Only to end up getting trolled for looking like an idiot. You know exactly who you are boo-boo. But that’s fine. If this is how you want to go about things. No one can tell you otherwise. Just don’t be surprised when it doesn’t go your way at all.


She let a little grin cross her plump lips. Aleesha was in a bit of rare form with her sarcasm, but it had been a long time coming for her. There were a lot of things she needed to get off her chest.

In case it hasn’t sunk in yet. I’m here to let you all know that I’m throwing my name into the Rumble. I will be there live next Sunday and I’ll be setting out to prove myself in a big way. But before you bitches jump on the ignorant train and start trying to use my words against me about your petty asses not wanting to work for anything. Let me make one thing perfectly clear. I didn’t go through everything I went through for the last year for you to try and smear my name.

Nor did I decide to throw my name into the Rumble just because there’s a future championship match on the line for the winner. I don’t mean this to be disrespectful, but I can honestly say from the bottom of my heart. I don’t care about the championship match. It’s a non factor for me. It’s not the thing motivating me, not even in the slightest. Sure, if I win. I’ll take the opportunity like anyone else would. But, it isn’t the thing I crave. Not like ninety percent of you in this match.

No, what I am craving is competition. What is motivating me is to see where I stand after a year away from the ring. The very thing that's making me throw my name into this thing is the fact that for better or worse the Bombshell Division here in Sin City Wrestling can at times bring some of the stiffest and most diverse competition. I get to experience the people that shouldn’t have wrestling contracts to begin with, but I also get to experience women that should be THEE champion because of how good they are.

It’s about the challenge for me. It’s about making me dig down deep and seeing what I am truly made of. Very easily I could have come back and had an ego like a good portion of our roster has. I could have bragged about how I was undefeated my last go around and demanded based on that I get put in a high profile situation. I could have come back, thrown my weight around, and demanded a rematch for the championship I never lost.

There were a lot of things I could have done, but I took the route that I thought would be the hardest. The one that was going to test me the most. The one that was going to really make or break me. Because if I am being honest with you. Right now, I do not know what this return means. I’m only here for the Rumble. And if I can’t be at my best, then I don't deserve to be here long term. However, if I do surprise myself. Then maybe there’s a future where I’m back full time.


Aleesha found herself just nodding her head a little bit. Her tone was pretty genuine and could help paint the picture of how things would go. However she was realistic and being realistic meant she understood there were going to be people that didn’t like her. There would be people that didn’t believe her. And there would be people that would be gunning for her the entire match. That was just the name of the game and something she had to embrace.

Based on my presence and being in the match itself. That’s going to be triggering to some of you. It’ll upset some of you. It’ll make some of you feel some type of way. Ultimately putting a target on my back. That’s fine. That’s just how this kind of thing works out from time to time. I have to deal with that. So let it affect you. Let it make you lash out. Cut your little promos on me and trash me all you want. It’s your right to do so, but understand something very important.

Understand any slick shit you let escape your mouths. You gotta see me in person when that rumble takes place. And when you see me face to face you better be prepared to throw some hands. Cause if not I’m going to dog walk your ass all across the ring. From ring post to ring post. Until I feel good enough to toss you over the top rope to the floor. So keep that in mind. Any bullshit you let come out of your mouth. You’re eventually going to have to fight.

And as much as some of you are going to want the ammunition for the future. There’s no reason for me to single any of you out. No reason to go down the line one by one. No reason for me to talk about Woman A, B, and C. That is boring and is a waste of my time. Hell a waste of everyone else’s time if we’re being honest here. I said my peace for now. You know why, I'm entering the match. You know what my purpose is and what I’m after. It’s up to you to stop me.


Such a nonchalant shrug left the woman’s shoulders. That wasn’t meant to slight anyone or disrespect anyone, but people would take it how they wanted. She let her eyes settle on the cameras once again. Letting what would be her final words be told.

Heathen Hours are upon us ladies. So, let’s get ready to Rumble!

With the cameras being right there on her face. Again that smirk crossed her plump lips as she offered up a wink. Those words were as powerful as they could be for now, but she would have to follow her own advice. Words didn’t matter, but actions did. The fight would be here before she knew it and it was up to her to back up everything she said. Aleesha found herself walking right out of the frame of the camera leading to recording coming to an end.

7
Climax Control Archives / “ ROADBLOCK ”
« on: September 08, 2023, 03:07:46 AM »
( This is utter trash, but something has to be posted. Good luck! )



Inside the liquor store Aleesha was browsing through each aisle as she walked along. Already had a basket in her hand and it was becoming heavy. Couple different bottles of liquor were in the basket. Aleesha finally stopped in front of a row of Tequila. She eyeballed them a little bit before picking up a bottle. At that very moment Fable - her girlfriend was rounding the corner with some red solo cups. Taking one look at the basket that Aleesha had and couldn’t help herself.

FABLE: Jesus Christ!

ALEESHA: What?!

Of course Aleesha put her attention right on the blonde with her eyebrow raised slightly in confusion.

FABLE: What do you mean what?! Do you think you NEED all of that?

ALEESHA: First of all, it’s not a matter of need versus a matter of want. Besides, I’m going to be celebrating with the fans. It’s got to be a big deal!

FABLE: Have you thought of how much all of that is even going to cost you?

ALEESHA: Got a credit card for a reason, lover.

FABLE: And now we’re going to have to have a conversation about financial responsibility. I’m starting to feel more like your mother than your girlfriend sometimes.

Aleesha just looked at Fable before rolling her eyes for a moment. Taking that bottle of tequila and putting it in the basket. Starting to walk past Fable and headed for the front counter of the liquor store.

FABLE: Are you sure they’re even going to let you have this big elaborate celebration? After everything I’ve heard for months. It sounds like they were against you for the longest.

ALEESHA: To be fair. I’m not exactly asking them for permission.

FABLE: Yeah, that’s going to go over well...

ALEESHA: Look, I’m not trying to hold a grudge against anyone. I may have felt like I was mistreated and wasn’t given a fair shake. It’s in the past, but now that I’ve got some clout. More importantly now that I’m their Bombshell Internet Champion. I feel like I’ve got more pull to kind of do what I want. If that makes sense. If they don’t like it? Then so be it. I mean for crying out loud they let the goofiest shit I’ve ever seen with Krystal Wolfe and Keira Fisher take place on a super card. I feel like me having a celebration with the fans isn’t that big of a deal.

FABLE: I mean... you’re trying to get drunk with a bunch of strangers. All of which act like animals at wrestling shows anyway. Introducing free alcohol and who knows how that’s going to go. I simply don’t think it’s a good idea.

ALEESHA: I see and respect your opinion, but I’m going to do what I want on this one. I worked my behind off. I went through hell and high water. I had to dig down deep to beat Kayla. I’m having this celebration. I’ve earned this!

The two had a very interesting relationship. They didn’t really fight but at times their opinion did differ from each other. That had a lot to do with the age gap. Aleesha had finally approached the counter as she sat the basket on it and began to pull out all the bottles of liquor. Instantly there was a bit of excitement in the cashier’s voice.

RYAN: Hey! I think I know you.

ALEESHA: Me?

RYAN: Yes, you. Aren’t you a wrestler?

ALEESHA: No, no I’m not.

FABLE: Aleesha! Don’t lie to the poor boy.

RYAN: I know exactly where I’ve seen your face!

He briefly reached under the counter and pulled out a flier that was promoting the Climax Control show that was taking place in a few days at LA Live. He pointed to Aleesha’s face. She was front and center of the flier with a couple other fellow SCW stars.

ALEESHA: Oh.

RYAN: Yeah! I knew it was you when you walked in here.

ALEESHA: Well, I appreciate that you know who I am. But could we ring this stuff up please? I’m not trying to be rude or anything. Just got things to do... and this whole being recognized thing is new for me.

RYAN: It’s going to happen a lot. These are going to be all over the city. And if you’re a champion now. There is no doubt eyes are going to be on you.

ALEESHA: Grrrreeeeaaaat.

FABLE: Sometimes it’s a curse, other times it’s a blessing. It’s all about your mindset.

Underneath the surface Aleesha was still very much a shy little girl. SHe had always been awkward in school. She had never been the most popular. She flew under the radar for a long time. Even her short time in SCW. She wasn’t noticed that often. But now this was a very real possibility.

RYAN: I hate to be this guy, but no one is ever going to believe me. Do you think I could get a picture?

ALEESHA: Uh, I really just want to get this stuff paid for.

RYAN: I’ll give you a discount.

ALEESHA: Sold! See, and you were worried about me spending all that money?

In a spiteful manner, she stuck her tongue out towards Fable. The cashier came out from around the counter with his phone in hand. Approaching Fable with it.

RYAN: Do you mind?

FABLE: No, of course not.

She took the young man’s phone in her hand. As the cashier took his spot beside Aleesha with a big smile on his expression. Aleesha just stuck her tongue out to the side and held up her hand with a peace sign. Allowing Fable to take the photo. One quick snap and it was over. Cashier stepped forward to retrieve his phone before heading back behind the counter. As he began to scan her items, Aleesha heard her phone ringing. Reaching into her back pocket where her phone was.

ALEESHA: Ugh, who is that?

She unlocked her phone and brought the phone to her ear.

ALEESHA: Hello? ... Yeah, I made it to LA last night ... What? What do you mean?! ... I don’t have a problem with it. It’s just that I had something planned ... Uh, yeah. That’s fine. I’ll see you, Sunday.

The sour look on Aleesha’s face said it all. Whatever conversation she had just had wasn’t one that left her very happy. She turned her attention to the cashier.

RYAN: That’s going to come to one fourteen eighty nine.

ALEESHA: Some discount.

She was putting her card into the card reader as her statement took place. Once the transaction was complete she picked up the bag of her goodies and began to storm out of the liquor store. Marching for the rental there in the parking lot. Fable not too far behind her. Sensing the attitude.

FABLE: What’s the issue?

ALEESHA: People, people are the issue Fable.

FABLE: Care to elaborate?

ALEESHA: You know, it’s just one of those things where I can’t have my moment in the sun. I make something happen. I have a big moment in my career and something is out to ruin it.

FABLE: Still not following, love.

ALEESHA: That phone call was to tell me that I’ll be defending the championship on Sunday. Because some dumb cunt that won Queen of the Ring has the booking power for the show. And she’s decided I have to defend it... against someone who is far from deserving.

Tossing the sack of liquor into the backseat of the car. She slammed the door shut, clearly still very annoyed with the situation at hand.

FABLE: I mean... this is a chance to prove that it wasn’t a fluke or a flash in the pan. You know how people are.

ALEESHA: Like I told them. I’ve got zero problem being a fighting champion. That’s more than a lot of people have been in this company. But this isn’t just booking a match to book a match. It’s retaliation of some kind. I can feel it. I can’t even have a proper celebration because I have to constantly deal with jealous bitches lurking in the shadows.

FABLE: This might be one of the silliest things I’ve ever heard a pro wrestling company do. They’re literally letting the inmates run the asylum?

ALEESHA: Ugh, let’s just go. I don’t want to think about it any longer.

She had made up her mind as she walked around to the driver’s side of the rental to climb in. Fable slightly shook her head, realizing how the rest of the evening was going to go with a very unhappy Aleesha. Climbing in on her side as they began to pull out of the parking lot moments later.


ROADBLOCK

Diary Entry #6
September 7th, 2023

Roadblocks are something that are always going to exist in life...

There’s literally no way to avoid them. After all they do say that nothing you truly want in life comes easy. And I’m learning that is one of the most true statements that have ever been stated. Although, I would make the argument that someone that’s only twenty two years old that I’ve had to deal with more roadblocks than I should’ve. It’s very much like whatever higher power that exists is going out of their way to test me at every chance they get.

It started when I was a young girl that was struggling trying to figure out who I was, where I fit in, and what I was going to do with my life. It carried over into being the only girl in my class when I started training to wrestle. Then it followed me here to SCW. Where I felt like I was being overlooked constantly. Or that I wasn’t getting the recognition that I thought I was deserving of. Yet, each roadblock that was placed in front of me. I fought to get past it at all costs and I did just that.

And when I talk about the roadblock that was Kayla Richards back at Violent Conduct. That was the toughest one to date. However, I felt like once I got past that. Once I came out the otherside that maybe just maybe things would lighten up just a little bit. But of course, I should have known better. I should have known that I wasn’t going to get a proper chance to relax. Especially when you got the most jealous and most petty people in the locker room.

This is leading to the next roadblock in my career. As well as my first championship defense as the Bombshell Internet Champion. I’ve been quote unquote hand chosen by the ‘Queen’ to defend my championship against a veteran in Laura Phoenix this coming Sunday in Los Angeles. To some people this might be considered a blessing. They’d say that I am looking at things wrong. They’d say I should be excited to be in the ring with Laura and should want to be defending my championship.

Of course to that I would say. Opinions are like assholes. Everyone has one. But at the same time people are going to do what they can to paint me in a certain light. That’s just another roadblock in the road. You see there are some things I’ll address in front of the cameras, but for me personally. I don’t really mind getting in the ring with Laura. She’s a hell of a talent. Her career and her reputation speaks for itself. I’m sure that there’s quite a bit that she can teach me from being in the ring with her.

Because after all in this business. You truly don’t ever stop learning. So, that’s going to be an experience in itself. And I really don’t even have a problem being a fighting champion. I want to be someone that’s special. I want to be someone that brings something new, fresh, and exciting. But the problem I have more than anything is I feel like every turn of the corner. It feels like someone has it out for me. Before I couldn’t even get a chance. I couldn’t get an opportunity. Now that I did and I made the most of it.

The game shifts, but the goal is still the same. I’m being forced to defend my championship right off the rip. Yet, Kayla spent a whole month at home. No one batted an eye about it. No one forced her to come to work. She wasn’t forced into matches. Someone like Tempest is used as a spectacle. Don’t see her being forced into matches every single week. And hell, even Queen Zoey herself. She’s done nothing of importance. Gets put into a situation she didn’t really earn. Made the most it...

And now she gets to dictate how my first championship defense happens. Per usual SCW management is allowing this stuff. The same management that ignored me when I was begging and pleading for an opportunity. But as I write this, I know what needs to be done. Crying and whining about it isn’t going to do anything. Pointing out the unfair treatment and the bias-ness isn’t going to change anything. I’m pretty much shit out of luck. I have to deal with it and deal with it, I shall.

As much as I wanted to just celebrate with the people that supported me. I’ll have to do it in a different manner by meeting this challenge head on. I’ll take on this roadblock. Like I have every other one I’ve dealt with. Because the last thing I’m going to do is allow someone to take away everything I’ve worked for. I’m not going to let someone’s bitterness or jealousy try to cost me something. I’m not going to let some veteran try to bulldoze over me just because they feel like they can.

I know it isn’t going to be easy. It’s not going to be a walk in the park. It’s going to test me once again and force me to dig even deeper than I have before this. But in the end... No matter what it takes. Somehow, someway, I am going to go through this roadblock and come out the otherside still your SCW Bombshell Internet Champion!


xoxo
ALEESHA


Violent Conduct had come and it had gone. On that night for some, it was the best night of their lives. For others it was the most painful night of their lives, and for a few more it was a disappointing night. For a woman by the name of Aleesha. It was the best night of her young career so far. A night that she intended to celebrate on this week’s Climax Control, but it seemed like others had something else in mind. Under the bright lights of Los Angeles, California. Specifically on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, an official SCW camera crew was on hand with the Bombshell Internet Champion. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she walked past people. That championship shining bright on her shoulder.

I wish I could say that I’m surprised but I’m not.

For a moment there was a brief shake in her head.

The more and more time I spend with Sin City Wrestling. The more and more I learn each week. While that isn’t a shot at the company itself, but it is a shot at the locker room. You see ninety five percent of the locker room is filled with the most selfish-egotistical people that have ever existed. Now, don’t get me wrong. I know this is professional wrestling and these things are bound to happen - more often than not, but it doesn’t mean I can’t be vocal about it. That brings me to this week with Climax Control right around the corner. Imagine winning the Queen for a Day or whatever the heck it’s called.

You got the chance, you got the opportunity, and you got the right to make some matches. First thing you do is book yourself in the main event with a shot at the most prestigious championship to the bombshell division. The Bombshell World Championship. And you’ve got no qualms about doing so. Despite you not doing anything important for months. Despite your win-loss record showing that you don’t belong in that situation. Despite not a single fan wanting to see that match. Zoey Lukas showed her true colors. You’re a self centered woman, but a joke at the same time.


Aleesha was far more opinionated than she was anything else. Even if it didn’t make her friends or do her any favors. She was going to say what she felt needed to be said. Zoey being the target of a tongue lashing for this moment.

I’m personally going to enjoy watching Courtney send you to the shadow realm. Hopefully for the sake of everyone else. That’s where you’ll stay once she cleans your clock. But, of course everyone is wondering why I’ve got something to say about Zoey right? Well, when you get the power she does. She didn’t use it for good. She used it for her own selfish reasons, but also at the same time. She did it to try and fuck with me. You see I’ve never crossed the woman’s path. I’ve never said two words about her till now. Yet, all of the sudden she wants to start toying with me. Start butting her nose in my business. She took it upon herself to make me defend my Bombshell Internet Championship on this up and coming Climax Control. That just doesn’t sit right with me.

By now there were people starting to take notice of the champion. Kind of heard to ignore with a championship draped over your shoulder in such a public setting. However, attention was a good thing, especially when it would bring my eyes to the company.

Before the Karens of the world start getting bent out of shape. Let me make it clear, I’ve got no problem being a fighting champion. I don’t want to be like Kayla who sat at home for over a month while holding the championship. So, I want to be a fighting champion but I want to be a fighting champion where it matters and against the people that are deserving. Not because little miss fuckwit Zoey has the power to make whatever matches she wants. Honestly, it’s giving jealousy energy. Maybe she’s a friend of Kayla's. And maybe she’s bitter like Kayla is bitter over the loss. I gave that hoe a two piece and a biscuit to win this championship.

So, her genius idea is to put me in a championship defense with the belief that I’m going to lose. Now of course, I could be making all of this up in my head. But in the short time I’ve dealt with the women in this locker room. I wouldn’t say my mindset is that far off. But of course, Zoey if that was your game plan. You should’ve chosen a better opponent for me to defend the championship against. Laura Phoenix was your choice? I’ll come back to her in just a second but c’mon baby girl. You gotta do better than this. You should’ve just chosen Kayla. But I understand, she’s too busy licking her wounds and sulking over getting her teeth kicked in.


Aleesha had a little bit of a grin spread across her dark lipstick painted lips. She may have come off as arrogant at times, but she was a firm believer. If she didn’t believe in herself. Then no one else would.

Either way what’s been done has been done. I will deal with the consequences of Zoey’s action. But if she’s betting on putting me in this situation being my downfall. She got another thing coming. Hell, that goes for anyone else as far as I’m concerned. I don’t intend to lose this championship anytime soon. That being said, it brings me right back to you, Laura. I’m not as foolish as some of these young up and comers. I know that your reputation speaks for itself. You’re a veteran in this business. Some might even say that your career and the things you’ve done puts you in that legendary category. I can respect someone that’s been down the roads before. I can respect someone that went through the struggle. I can respect someone that fought and clawed for everything they have. But... What I cannot respect is someone just taking a handout.

Those comments right there were certainly going to peak the interest of the SCW audience.

And who am I to say something like that right? Is that what’s going through your head, Laura? After all when you think about it. I took a handout with Kayla. I was given a freebie title shot. Based on Kayla’s choice. However, even though that might be the case. Our situation is a little different. I had been fighting, I had been begging, I had been pleading, and I had been doing everything I could in order to get an opportunity. It didn’t even need to be a championship match. I just wanted the chance to show that I could be a factor inside of Sin City Wrestling. I was continuously overlooked and looked past until Kayla made her call to defend the championship against me.

What have you done to be considered for this chance, Laura? Because as far as I’m concerned. You’re only as good as your last match. And needless to say despite your career being so iconic since stepping inside this company’s walls. You’ve been anything but that. You’ve been with the company since the end of March. You’ve had nine matches. Five of them you came up short in. Four of them you won. But the craziest part about those statistics is three out of the nine matches you’ve had were championship matches. Now you’re entering your fourth. Far more chances and opportunities I’ve been given and we didn’t enter the company that much far apart from each other. Kind of says something doesn’t it, Laura?

At least to me, it tells me that bias-ness is a thing. Not is it a thing, but you’re also riding high on said bias-ness. And I’m sure there is someone out there that is going to ask. How can you be the blame for other people’s actions and decisions? Well, you can’t be to blame for it, but you could also put your foot down. You could be like, I don’t deserve this. Or hell, you can even be like I thank you for the chance and the opportunity but I’d rather earn my way in. Something you’ve not done one time Laura. And that tells me that you’re okay with a handout. It tells me you’re okay with a freebie. It tells me that you’re okay with your reputation getting you somewhere over much more deserving talent.


Once again she shook her head from side to side. As a look of actual disappointment filled the facial expressions of the young champion.

Out of the four championship opportunities you’ve had Laura. Only one of them you earned. Only one. You earned the right to face Kayla during her run some couple months back. However that was the last time we saw the Laura that wants to be at her best and wants to actually work at being the best. Since then, you were practically handed two Bombshell Roulette Championship matches. Well, I guess you technically answered an open challenge to one of those times. That was still pretty much walking into a situation where you didn’t have to work for something. And despite all of that. Each time you came up short. You couldn’t beat Kayla. You couldn’t beat Jessie. Yet, somehow you think you’re going to beat me? Listen sweetheart, this dream world that you’re living in right this second. It’s time for you to pinch yourself and wake up before I’m forced to turn a dream into a nightmare.

Finally, those heels of hers stopped clicking against the pavement. She stopped and kept her focus on the cameras. Several people could be seen walking past her with their cell phones out. Snapping pictures and videos. Clearly, understanding they were in the presence of someone of importance.

Maybe that’s a little arrogant of me to say. Although, I don’t feel it’s that out of pocket considering some of the other things that have been said over the years. But this championship...

Aleesha took it right off her shoulder to show it off.

This means the world to me right now. You nor anyone else cares about my sob story. I don’t expect what I say to make a difference. Especially not when you got your own selfish agenda. I get that and even in a weird way. I respect that. But like I said following my win at Violent Conduct. Holding this championship means something to me. It’s more than just being champion for the first time in my career. This championship represents my grandmother, the only person in my life that ever believed in me. And yes, at some point I have to stop living in the past. At some point I gotta stop living to make her proud. I’ve got to stop holding this to such a high standard, and start doing this for myself. But right now that time has not come. So the last thing I’m going to do is let someone take this from me prematurely.

At the same time though, Laura. This championship is also for every single fan that has cheered me on. This championship is for every little girl that has a big dream. This championship is for every person that was told they couldn’t do something. This championship is for every single person that was ever considered different, or weird, or didn’t fit in. I’m living proof that you can make your wildest dreams come true. I’m living proof that you can’t let people dictate how things go for you. And I’m also living proof that you can be whatever you want and achieve whatever you want despite how weird, awkward, uncool you might seem to the rest of society. These are people I have to fight for. These are people I cannot let down. I have to be at my best, and that’s what you’ll get out of me.

I’m sure that at one point Laura. You fought for someone. Something motivated you. Someone motivated you. You had that never give up attitude and didn’t want to let yourself or your inner circle down. If you’ve been through that. Then I’m more than sure that you’re going to understand what you’re climbing into the ring with on Sunday Night. I’m quite literally going to be a freight train that’s going to go through anyone and everything in order to make sure my goal is accomplished. You can either respect me for what I’m about to go and what I have to do. Or you can hate me for it. At the end of the day, I don’t care what people think of me. This is my life, this is my story. I’ll live it and tell it how I see fit.


Following those words Aleesha put the championship back over her shoulder where it had sat previously. Her eyes are still very much locked on the cameras.

That I am more than aware at this point Laura. I’ve probably left a little bit of a bad taste in your mouth about me. You probably think I’m some young kid that doesn’t know what she’s talking about or feel like I don’t have any proper respect for this business or the people that came before me. You might think I’m a mouthy little bitch. Hell, you might even think that I’m in over my head. At the end of the day, Laura. You have the right to think whatever you want. But I want you to understand this much about me. Although, I might question your character. Although, I might call you out on shit I deem wrong.

Although, I might not like how you’re going about things in my eyes. At the end of the day, I still respect the wrestler that you are. I’ve got no doubt that when we step into the ring with each other that you’re going to bring the best that you’ve got. You’ll meet me head on with that it’s on sight energy. I don’t expect anything less, and in fact. If you did come at me with anything less then I’d be truly disappointed. But the point is, I respect you as a wrestler and I have no doubt in my mind that it’s going to be a hell of a match. This just happens to be a situation where you end up on the losing end of things.


Slightly, she shrugged her shoulders a little bit.

Embrace yourself Laura. Heathen Hours are upon us!

With a small little wink to the cameras. Like it was the last little direct message to her opponent. Aleesha found herself walking forward again, but this time walking right on past the camera crew. There was a certain swagger about her with every step she made. That confidence is in full effect. Of course the cameras crew got a close up of her walking away. Before they fade to black. Leaving the audience to wonder what would happen when these two women met each other for the first time.

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Supercard Archives / “ BE F*CKIN’ UNAPOLOGETICALLY YOU! ”
« on: August 21, 2023, 07:37:29 PM »

Aleesha laid there on her back and looked up at the ceiling of her hotel room. The first week everyone was in town wasn’t nearly as stressful as this week was going to be. So much was lined up for her by the company and even by her own doing. The goal was to get as many people as they could to the building and make sure Violent Conduct was a sold out event. As busy as she was going to be, the nerves of this week were starting to set in. Her first supercard, her first championship opportunity, and her first real big moment. Was she ready for it? Didn’t matter, it was going to be here before she knew it.

All of the sudden her concentration was broken when she felt her phone vibrating on the bedside table. Quickly, she rolled over and gripped her phone. The name across the screen read “Future Wifey :3”. Aleesha had a smile across her lips as she slid her thumb across the phone to unlock it and answer at the same time bringing the phone up to her ear.

ALEESHA: Hey you! I was wondering when you were going to call?

FABLE: Oh you were?

ALEESHA: Course, I haven’t heard from you in like fourteen hours. I was beginning to wonder if everything was alright.

FABLE: Well, everything was alright. Until the MyLocation on your phone stopped working.

ALEESHA: MyLocation? What does that have to do with anything?

FABLE: Oh you know it would have saved me two hours of looking at every other hotel in the city that you weren’t at.

No sooner than those words left her lips. There was a firm knock at her hotel door. The look of confusion on her face was very telling. She put her phone down on the bed and pushed herself up quickly. Rushing to the door to unlock it and open it. As she was doing so Fable was just hanging up the phone. Aleesha’s smile had grown ten times more. She squealed in excitement.

ALEESHA: Oh my god! What are you doing here?!

She stepped forward wrapping her arms around her girlfriend. A warm embrace, as she placed a soft kiss on her lips. Once she was able to control herself. She unwrapped her arms around the blonde and invited Fable inside. Clearly she followed.

FABLE: What do you mean what am I doing here?

ALEESHA: You had a show and then you had your kids to get back to. Isn’t like school about to start or something here soon?

FABLE: Silly girl. You’ve got a lot to learn about three year olds. All day school for them isn’t for another two years.

There was a small chuckle coming from Fable. Aleesha kind of rolled her eyes a little bit. She could be mocked. It didn’t bother her. It was true, she didn’t know anything about children.

FABLE: And I handled my business with all my prior engagements with wrestling. Now, it’s my turn to watch you handle your business.

ALEESHA: You know you didn’t have to come all the way to Mexico. I’m sure everything would’ve been online in a matter of minutes. With how today's technology works.

FABLE: That’s beside the point Aleesha. I’m not going to miss out on the biggest moment of your young career and maybe one of the biggest moments of your life. What kind of girlfriend would I be?

ALEESHA: Just a really busy one?

There was a slight shrug in her shoulders.

ALEESHA: Please, don’t think I’m not excited or thrilled that you’re here. I just kind of assumed. I’d be dealing with this on my own. I already put pressure on myself. Now that you’re here. It’s even more pressure. I don’t want you to come all the way out here just to watch me lose.

FABLE: First of all there will be none of that talk.

ALEESHA: But...

FABLE: But nothing, I said there will be none of that talk and I meant what I said.

She held her ground. Both arms folding across her chest. Giving Aleesha a little bit of a stink eye for a brief moment.

ALEESHA: Yes ma’am.

FABLE: Good, now that we’re going to think positively going forward. Let me say this. You don’t need to be putting all this pressure on yourself. Just go out there and do your thing. Let it come to you. But, really don’t put pressure on yourself because I’m here. It doesn't matter. Not with something like this.

ALEESHA: I mean I wouldn’t go as far as saying that it doesn’t matter or that you don’t matter. You kind of do, especially considering you came all the way out to support me. I want to make it worth your while.

FABLE: You are worth my while. You as a person. It isn’t based on some match or anything like that. You should know better than that at this point. And I’m out here to support you win, lose, or draw. Doesn’t matter. You’re still an amazing wrestler, a champion in my eyes, and an even better woman.

ALEESHA: Maybe one day I’ll feel that way, haha.

FABLE: Do I need to repeat myself?

ALEESHA: ... Nope.

Shaking her head from side to side. Not really wanting to deal with the disagreement that was going to come. For a woman like Fable who played the role of a bad girl quite often in wrestling. She truly was all about being positive and making the most out of things. She was making sure to rub that off on Aleesha whenever she could.

ALEESHA: Honestly, I truly appreciate from the bottom of my heart for you coming all the way out for this. It’s completely unexpected but it means the world to me. I guess, I’m just a little more stressed out than I should be. It really began to set in that this match was going to be happening this week. It’s all I’ve thought about and I’ve got so much stuff still to do. Lots of media and all that jazz.

FABLE: Not the most fun stuff in the world to deal with, but it is sadly part of the job. And of course anytime you get closer to a match happening. The more it weighs on your mind. The more it becomes an obsession. You just gotta find a healthy way to ignore that and just stay focused on putting your best foot forward.

ALEESHA: One of these days. I’ll learn to make sure this happens and I won’t have to have these little moments of self doubt. But I got a feeling I’m a long way away from making that a reality.

FABLE: Maybe so, but now that I’m in town. We’re going to put all this wrestling stuff on the back burner. All this extra work you got to do on the back burner. We’re both going to get dolled up and then go find the best joint in town. Eat our weight in the most authentic food we can find.

ALEESHA: I mean I appreciate what you’re trying to do but I still gotta focus on the match somewhere. I can’t go into that match a hundred pounds heavier!

She stood there letting a little chuckle leave her lips.

ALEESHA: All for a little bit of relaxation time. Some time to decompress but, can’t be going into this thing completely out of shape.

FABLE: And just so you know... I won’t be taking no for an answer.  So, you’re either with me or you’re against me. Make the choice now.

ALEESHA: Wow, you’re really playing hard-ball here. But fine, I’ll go out and have a few drinks. Just keep in mind. I’ve got to be up early tomorrow for media stuff.

FABLE: Sounds a whole lot like a you problem and not a me problem.

There was a bit of a smirk spread across the blonde’s lips at that moment. Clearly, having some fun at Aleesha’s expense. Little did the North Carolina realize at this moment. Fable coming to town and being able to blow off some steam was going to be just what she needed. This might have been the biggest week of her entire wrestling career, but you needed that equal balance between wrestling and life to be able to succeed in all lights.


Bright and early. Like super bright and early. Aleesha, who was far from a morning person, dragged herself out of bed. Put on her best dress she had packed, did her makeup to the best of her ability while being half awake, and got herself to her scheduled appearance. Today, she was partaking in a news station broadcast as a promotional ad for SCW’s Violent Conduct that was on Sunday. Kind of a nerve racking thing. She didn’t do this kind of stuff for weekly shows. But this felt like a big deal. A lot was being placed on her shoulders seeing as she was part of a huge match.

As nervous as she was, she was going to make the most of it. Sitting right there in front of two news anchors. She was watching the man in the corner counting them back to being onair. Once they got the green light the female broadcast partner spoke up.

MICHELLE ALVAREZ: iBuenos días! Bienvenidos de nuevo a nuestra emisión. Soy Michelle Alvrez.

RAFAEL NIEVES: ¡Y yo soy Rafael Nieves! ¡Hoy nos acompaña la estrella de Sin City Wrestling Aleesha Jones! ¡La entrevistamos sobre Conducta Violenta!

Part of Aleesha was feeling some extreme anxiety. She knew some basic Spanish, but not enough for her to be able to communicate for a whole interview. Last thing she wanted was to make the company look bad or even worse offend someone but soon that anxiety was put to rest as the male counter part of the show turned to her.

RAFAEL NIEVES: My english is not great, but Ms. Aleesha. How are you?

ALEESHA: Oh? Me? I’m fine! Cooler than the other side of the pillow. Happy to be here. Glad that you guys were willing to have me on.

RAFAEL NIEVES: Fantastic! First question. How do you become a wrestler? Or to our culture, a luchador?

ALEESHA: That’s such a long story, haha. But I’ll try to make it as short as possible. I grew up a big fan of wrestling. Major fan. Watched all the weekly shows. Stayed up past my bedtime to be able to see the main events. I don’t know what it was, but it just captivated me. I went on about my life and eventually when I was about nineteen. I was living in the states in Seattle, Washington. Had no real job or direction to life if I’m being honest here. So, I was like well... maybe this is something I’d be good at. I signed up to a school and the rest is history as they would say.

MICHELLE ALVAREZ: ¿No te entrenó el también luchador Calvin Harris?

Aleesha was able to pick up some basic phrases out of that question. The name being the most common, she had turned to the female of the broadcast to look at her with the same respect as her counter part and smiled.

ALEESHA: Yes. My trainer was Calvin Harris. To be honest, it isn’t something I like to go into detail about. Now it’s nothing about the school or him. He runs an amazing school and he gave me all the tools to succeed, but the thing is I didn’t want that to be a focus. Because once information like that is out and about. It’s the thing people latch onto. Things get said that aren’t true. Rumors are started. All kinds of things. And the biggest thing for me is I didn’t want people out saying that the only reason I got my foot in the door was because of Calvin.

After all, we have too many people on our roster now that got their foot in the door because of former stars and legends. That being facts. But that isn’t a fact for me. I worked hard to get my try out. I made the most of it and I was offered a contract. It has nothing and will never have anything to do with where I trained or who trained me. One way or another, I’ll do everything to shake that narrative anytime it may come up. Because this is all because of what I’ve done to get myself here.


RAFAEL NIEVES: SCW toured here many times. How has the tour been for you?

ALEESHA: Wow, this tour has been something special. Honestly, I did a lot of traveling when I was younger and trying to find my way in life. But that was just bouncing around from state to state in America. But I’ve always deep down had the goals to see the world. Since becoming a member of the roster. I’ve gotten to take part of the Princess Cruise Ship for Summer XXXTreme.

That was super cool, even though I wasn’t part of the event. And then I got to visit Peru a few weeks ago. Then of course I’n here in Mexico. Obviously for the first time. It’s been a blast. The culture is amazing. The people are polite. The food is to die for. I’m really going to have a hard time going home when the time comes. But you know they say all good things come to an end eventually.


MICHELLE ALVAREZ: Háblenos de Conducta violenta.

RAFAEL NIEVES: Ah yes! Please tell us about Violent Conduct. Taking place in Yucatán, México!

ALEESHA: Well to be honest with you folks. Where do I start?!

She let a small chuckle escape her lips.

ALEESHA: This is my first time being part of the event, but in the company’s history. It’s the ninth Violent Conduct to take place. Pretty impressive to be going this long ya know. And from what I’ve been told it literally lives up to its name. One of the most violent super events of the year. Just this year alone. We’re getting a Barbed Wire Steel Cage match. We’re getting a Dog Collar match. Two ladder matches. And a handful of Roulette Rules matches where any stipulation could be decided. So who knows how those will go. I’m very fortunate enough to not be taking part in a match like that.

MICHELLE ALVAREZ: ¡¿Te enfrentas a Kayla Richards, sí?!

ALEESHA: Kayla? Yeah, that’s my opponent for this Sunday at Violent Conduct. Our reigning Bombshell Internet Champion.

RAFAEL NIEVES: How did this match come about?

ALEESHA: In quite possibly maybe one of the strangest ways possible. Several weeks ago Kayla defeated another member of our roster, Ariana Angelos. In picking up that win, she earned the right to name who she would defend the championship at Violent Conduct. Not really my business, and I didn't like keeping tabs on the situation. Then the night Kayla made her decision. She name dropped me. And that was was a shock in itself obviously. So that’s how the match came about. But, I been trying to tell Kayla. Just because you got to name your opponent doesn’t mean it’s going to be a win for you in the end.

RAFAEL NIEVES: Oh is there drama amongst you?

ALEESHA: I mean I personally wouldn’t say there’s any drama. No beef. No juicy story to tell on my end. Now as far as she’s concerned. Maybe she’s got some drama and some beef with me. I don’t know. I’m a very vocal woman. I can shoot off at the mouth and get myself in trouble from time to time. At the end of the day, I’m not clueless. I’m not going to set out to feed into Kayla’s ego like she wants. But I know what I am getting myself into.

Kayla is a three time Bombshell Internet Champion. She’s been around this company for a good little bit. She’s found her groove so to speak. Meanwhile I’m still finding mine. But that doesn’t mean I’m any less than she is. Nor does it mean that my chances at winning are significantly lower. That’s the story she's going to try and tell. But do what you gotta do to make yourself feel good. But to me, all it means is... I’m still coming into my own and I got a chance to shock the world on Sunday.


MICHELLE ALVAREZ: ¿Algún comentario final para nuestra audiencia?

RAFAEL NIEVES: Our audience would love to hear it.

For a moment she sat there in silence. Trying to piece together what she was going to say. But being on live television she didn’t have a lot of time. Going with the first thing that came to mind.

ALEESHA: I guess the last thing I can say is that I would love it if anyone watching at home could make it to Violent Conduct. The more fans that are in the building. The more voices that are heard. The more fun everyone has and more of a reason for Sin City Wrestling to make sure they come back to places like Mexico for their tours. To me the thought of standing in the middle of the ring with my very-first championship potentially raised high above my head while I’m being cheered on, it’s the type of stuff that people only can dream of. For it to be a reality, that will be a moment that lives with me forever. And it’s something I truly look forward to.

RAFAEL NIEVES: Bueno, ¡gracias Aleesha!

MICHELLE ALVAREZ: No se pierda nuestro próximo segmento. Vamos a repasar el tiempo para esta semana, damas y caballeros.

The little blinking light went off to reveal the show went to a break. Aleesha stood herself up and reached across to shake both hands of the broadcast team members. Before taking her chance to walk off. Those butterflies were still in her stomach. But as much as this was out of her comfort zone and something that made her nervous, it was something she was going to have to get used to. Because her goal was to become a champion for the first time. This was something that would be expected of her going forward as one of the faces of the company.


All week long, there had been so much for Aleesha to be involved in. From press conferences to interviews to meet and greets. Even taking part in a little bit of community service to give back to the less fortunate in the country. She had been a very busy woman. And now she found herself just under twelve hours away from competing at Violent Conduct. The scenery was set as the camera crew on hand was right there on a beach. The background was beautiful with the sun starting to set.  Stepping into the view at that moment in a tiny fitted black dress was the bombshell herself. Aleesha clapping her hands together while looking forward.

Well done. Well done baby girl.

Aleesha continued to stand there for a couple of seconds clapping her hands together. It was clearly being done in a sarcastic manner. Before finally her clapping came to a stop. Folding her arms under her chest and let those eyes of hers zero in on the camera a little more.

Kayla, you exposed yourself in a matter of seconds. As soon as your mouth opened and you began to fly off at it with that little promo of yours. You exposed yourself. In fact you pretty much confirmed everything I had said about you. And it’s funny, because at first. I questioned if I was right. I questioned whether or not I was judging you too harshly. You wanted to tweet out about “this is why you didn’t give people” respect. That caught my eye.

Then you had some somewhat kind words to say about me. In regards to how well I was doing and how I carried myself. Seemed to acknowledge that I was putting my best foot forward every single time I stepped into the ring. Gave me praise on the wins that I was getting. You know the ones everyone else ignored. Further making me question myself and question my approach. Then within the blink of an eye. You reminded me why I thought the way I did to begin with. Truth be told, I'm not surprised...


The tone of her voice kind of said all it needed to while she shook her head about.

And the reason you exposed yourself isn’t so much because you wanted to do so. However, it had everything to do with the fact that your ego can’t handle taking a hit. What do I mean by that? Is that the question running through your head right now, Kayla? I’m sure it is. Allow me to further explain. By that I mean that your ego can’t handle negative things being said about you. Your ego can’t handle being made to look bad. You can’t handle it when someone doesn’t worship the ground you walk on. Kayla, your ego simply is far too fragile for the business. Hell, it’s too fragile for life itself.

Letting a smirk spread across her lips. Aleesha seemed to be enjoying the little shade she was throwing towards her opponent.

It’s clear that you’re big mad that I didn’t literally grovel at your feet because you gave me a shot at your championship. It’s clear that you didn’t like me telling the truth as far as you giving me a shot wasn’t about respect, but more so about you thinking it would be an easy night at the office. You aren’t happy with the fact that I’m not exactly thrilled with being in the ring with you. Sure, you might be a challenge. You might be good in your own right. But you’re not great. You’re not legendary. You’re not revolutionary. You’re not the ideal woman I would name to be in the ring with. I’d much rather share the ring with Samantha Marlowe again.

Or take my chances of getting into the ring with Roxi Johnson, Tempest, Courtney Pierce or even hell as much as I don’t like the cunt. I’d have more fun whooping Eiley’s ass a second time around. Those women I mention have at least changed the game in some capacity or are on the way to change the game. You on the other hand Kayla are just the run of the mill chick. You are just here. Just another name on the roster. But your ego tells you that you’re more than what you are and therefore causes these temper tantrums when you don’t get what you want. Causes these little ego flare ups of yours to take place. Painting you in quite the negative light might I add.


Aleesha shrugged her shoulders with that statement.

In that little promo if you want to call it that, Kayla. You had a lot to say. A lot more than I expected you to say. And as much as you exposed yourself to me. There were some other things that stood out. Because I listened to it all. I am someone that pays attention to everything going on around me. As well as what’s going on around the people I find myself getting in the ring with.  So, I didn’t catch on to just the obvious. I caught onto the not so obvious.

For example, you want to point out that if it wasn’t for you. I wouldn’t be on the supercard. And to your credit. You’re likely right. Like seventy five percent right. As no one truly knows what the future holds, but chances are you were right. But couldn’t the same be said about me? Like what if I would’ve said no? What if I would’ve just said: You know what? I got no interest in facing her. Got no interest in the title shot she’s trying to give me. I don’t see any benefit to being in the ring with her.

If I would’ve said no. There’s a chance you might not have been on the supercard. There’s a chance you might not have had the time to name another opponent. There’s a chance you’d be sitting at home like a couple of others. But then again sitting at home happens more often than not for you doesn’t it? It isn’t like you’re on every supercard. You want to try and carry yourself like you’re a bonafide superstar, but most of the time you’re either at home or sitting in catering.

Kind of stings when you hear that doesn’t it, Kayla? Maybe, you should really live by the quote: Those who live in glass houses, shouldn’t be throwing stones. Because when you do that, someone is going to launch their own stone. Your house is going to shatter into a million pieces. Your entire foundation is going to come crumbling down and you’ll be useless. But then again, you’re going to discover that soon enough when I shatter that ego of yours.


One thing that Aleesha didn’t seem to lack for being a newcomer in the company. As well as a newcomer in wrestling was confidence. She very much believed in herself. Didn’t matter if anyone else did or not. Something that could be a blessing and a curse at the same time.

But you know something Kayla. There is just one little thing that’s been bothering me since I’ve heard everything you’ve had to say about me. There is just one question that I’ve wanted to ask you. What was the point? What was the point in exposing yourself to me?

There was a slight raise in her eyebrow.

Wouldn’t it have worked better in your favor to really lay it on thick? I mean really play into how much you respected me, how much you valued me as talent, and how much you really thought I was something special. Feed my ego to make me feel like I was wrong, like I had misjudged you, and so that I would let my guard down. That way when the moment was right. When you had me in the ring at Violent Conduct. You could strike with a viciousness and put me down. Hurt me physically, but also hurt me in a pride aspect. All while making sure that you retained that Bombshell Internet Championship. And yeah, I am woman enough to admit that if you had stuck to that role.

I would have bit and I would have played myself. It wouldn’t be enough for me to overcome and I would’ve without a shadow of a doubt left Violent Conduct without the gold. But like I said you exposed yourself to me. As far as I’m concerned you showed your hand too early. And because of that, you’ve put yourself in a very bad position. You backed yourself into a corner. You put your own back against the wall. You stacked the odds against yourself. And your ego has you so damn fooled that you won’t notice it. Nor are you going to listen to anything I said. It’s all going in one ear and out the other, but that’s fine. It’s truly fine because it benefits me just that much more.


Once again that smirk of hers was returning. Yet this time it almost felt like it was because she knew something that others didn’t. Almost like she had a leg up or sorts.

The reason it’s going to benefit me is because it circles back around to something you asked me. I believe the question was exactly. I can beat you, but will I? That is the ultimate question. Well, if I beat Eiley who was considered the next Great Bombshell of this division. Someone that everyone is behind. What makes you think I won’t beat you? Someone that’s just on the roster. Nothing truly special stands out about you. If I beat Ariana Angelos, someone that’s a former champion.

As well as someone that everyone seems to adore. People see so many great things in them. What makes you think I won’t beat you when you’re the current champion? And when so many people see mediocre things out of you? If I beat Samantha Marlowe? A certified legend amongst these Halls and someone that is in the Hall of Fame. What makes you think I won’t beat you? Someone that’s not even close to being considered a legend and someone that will never ever be in the SCW Hall of Fame!

Point of what I am getting at here Kayla. You say that you’ve seen what I’ve done. You respect what I’ve done. But at the same time, you’re not listening when I tell you. I’m taking that championship home. I’m laying your ass out. I’m showing that even you as big as your ego might be is no match for me. I’m white hot right now. Got all the momentum in the world on my side. And the last thing I’m going to do is let some basic broad try to derail all of that for me. In order to satisfy her own ego. Just isn’t happening.


Aleesha’s mindset truly seemed to be locked in. It was being said with every word that came out of her mouth.

Oh and one last thing Kayla. Since it’s something you felt the need to comment on. I didn’t call myself the baddest bitch of the Bombshell division. Just for the sake of having a cool little nickname or a cool little gimmick. I said what I said because I believe that I am. I’m truly that bitch. But apparently you’ve taken offense to that. Because you’re taking claim to that moniker. Well then make sure you prove it. Being the baddest bitch like I said isn’t for clout or anything like that. It’s a state of mind. It’s an emergency. So don’t just say it, be it.

That’s when she found herself taking a couple steps forward. Finding herself getting up real close and personal with the recording camera.

Cause I know when I show tomorrow night, I’m meeting you with all that energy and if you aint ready baby girl. You’re getting mollywhopped from one side of the ring to the other with ease!

Beaming from ear to ear with that final statement. Aleesha gave the cameras a little wink before finding herself walking out of the view. The stage had been set. Both ladies had done their job. Fulfilled their obligations. Said what they felt needed to be said and sold their match to the fans that would pay to see it. Now it was going to be a matter of which one of them would make-promise on their word and leave with not only their hand raised in victory but the Bombshell Internet Championship around their waist.


BE F*CKIN’ UNAPOLOGETICALLY YOU!

Diary Entry #5
August 27th, 2023

I’m sitting backstage right now...

My first supercard ever. My first championship opportunity ever set to take place in just over an hour and half. The emotions I’m going through right now and the ones I’ve gone through all week are insane. One moment, I feel like I’m on top of the world. The next moment I don’t feel like I deserve this opportunity. Then I feel like this is long overdue. And then I question if I can get the job done. Again, I’m literally all over the place and if I’m all over the place now. I could only imagine that I’m going to be all over the place out there in the ring tonight. I can just hope and pray, it’s not something that cost me in the end.

But the more and more I think about this past week. I’m proud of what I have been able to accomplish. At one point I was a young girl that had no direction in life. Someone that didn’t know where her next meal was going to come from. Someone that had gone through mental and emotional abuse from  previous partners. My family had shunned me away. I was alone in the world and about as confused as I could get. But then wrestling changed everything for me and it led me to this moment tonight. And I did it by being me. Hell, I did it by being fucking unapologetically me!

Had I not taken a leap to be a wrestler. Had I not been putting in the work, defeating every woman that was put in front of me, and showing that I belonged in SCW. Had I not been opening my mouth, speaking my truth, and calling things out how I saw them. Had, I not been unapologetically me. Then none of this would be happening. And now that I see that. Now that it all clicks in my head. I am going to be at peace with how my night ends up. Yes, I want to shut Kayla and her big mouth up. It would be such an amazing feeling to be able to do that.

Being able to stand out there and give the people a feel good moment. Give them a reason to get out of their seats and cheer, scream, shout, and express their joys is a second to none feeling. And yes, being a champion for the first time in my career would be the icing on the cake. Quite literally I can feel the goosebumps on my flesh right now as I think about it. But that being said if tonight isn’t the night that happens. Then I’m okay with it. Because I know the night is coming and I know that being me has gotten me this far. So continuing to be me will get me further and get better opportunities.

That’s my message to every little girl I meet going forward: “Be Fucking Unapologeticall You” and reach for the stars... It’s showtime!


xoxo
ALEESHA

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LIVING THE DREAM

Diary Entry #4
August 6th, 2023

Tonight is one to remember...

I showed up in Peru this week with the primary focus being in the ring with Hall of Famer: Samantha Marlow on Climax Control 369. However, I would’ve never in a million years expected how tonight would have gone down. I don’t even know if it could be put into a book or made into a movie. It’s just something that completely came out of nowhere. Therefore being something I’ll remember for a very long time going forward.

First and foremost getting into the ring with Samantha. I was a nervous wreck. I didn’t want anyone to know it. I didn’t want anyone to see it. I didn’t want anyone to think I was weak or that I was fangirling, but I was nervous. This was my biggest match yet. My biggest competition yet. It was a situation where there wasn’t like a bunch of people expecting me to come out on top. She’s been champion so many times, a fixture to the Bombshell Division, and that Hall of Fame status. I expected people to think that.

And she lived up to that status. That’s for damn sure. I was giving her some of the best shots I had. She took them right on the chin and it didn’t seem like it phased her even the slightest bit. I swear that every time I knocked her down. There wasn’t a chance she’d get back up but she did. She is a wild woman and let it be known that she wasn’t going to back down. Not even in the slightest. I liked the challenge, but girl, did it push me to my limits.

I don’t know how I did it. I really don’t, but I somehow reached parts of myself I’ve never reached before and was able to get the victory. The crowd eruption when I won was something I didn’t expect. I can be kind of a bitch sometimes. I am very vocal and don’t mind speaking my opinion, so it was a surprise to see them be so behind me after beating someone that’s been here for so long. But I’ll take it. It makes me feel good. Made me really feel like I got a bright future ahead of me.

But the win wasn’t the real shocker. I mean it was shocking. I didn’t think I’d pull it off and I did, but the more shocking part is what came a little later in the night. Kayla Richards, the Bombshell Internet Champion. She earned herself the right a few weeks back to name her challenger at Violent Conduct. Good for her, I guess. It isn’t anything that dealt with me. So I mind my own business with stuff like that. But then it became my business the moment she told the world. She was naming me as the challenger.

Truth be told, this is a lot to process at this moment. I mean, yes. I’ve been out here campaigning for more chances. More opportunities. Almost begging for them to just give me a little of something to sink my teeth into. It felt like it was being fallen upon deaf ears, but then this happened. So many questions are running through my head. The most important one of them all being: Why me? Why was I the one chosen? There’s got to be some type of reasoning behind it right?

Either way, it’s official. She called her shot which she was allowed to do. Then SCW themselves announced the match is officially happening at Violent Conduct. I don’t know if I’m ready for this opportunity. I don’t know what’s going to come of it. I don’t really know what to expect. But what I do know is that I’ve got about three weeks or so to get myself ready. Not to mention, I have to make the most of this. Because who knows if it’ll ever happen again.

I’m just out here living the dream!


xoxo
ALEESHA


** FLASHBACK TO 2009 **

One of the things seven year old Aleesha looked forward to during the summer was spending time with her grandmother. At that age it was clearly one of her favorite things to do. Of course part of that had a lot to do with her grandmother always letting her stay up later than she should to watch wrestling. Aleesha sat there on her knees clutching one of her favorite dolls and eyes were glued to the television. Her grandmother is sitting in the background with her crossword puzzle in her lap. The excitement of Aleesha coming out of her with the action going on with the wrestling show.

ALEESHA: That’s it! You got him! Pin him! Do it!

Her excitement was just oozing out of her. For a seven year old it was quite normal. Her grandmother looked up from her puzzle long enough to address the young child.

HENRIETTA JONES: Now-now baby. I told you, I’d let you stay up and watch but there won’t be any of that hoopin’ and hollerin’ this late at night.

Briefly, Aleesha looked back over her shoulder.

ALEESHA: Yes ma’am.

The young girl was brought up with respect. Manners were a big thing in her household. Very much instilled in her from her parents and even more so expected around her grandparents. She went to put her attention back to the program. Her smile never faded during the rest of that program. Completely lost in what she was seeing. Once her grandmother could hear the program wrapping up. She put her book down and began to push herself up out of her hair.

HENRIETTA JONES: Alright now. Let’s go get you ready for bed. Ya mama going to be here bright and early tomorrow to pick you up.

She motioned for the child to get up. Aleesha got herself up off the floor and began to follow her grandmother down the hall towards the spare bedroom that was always set up for her when she came to visit. Once they were in the room, her grandmother pulled back the blankets for her. Aleesha slowly pulled herself up on the bed.

ALEESHA: Ma’am, can I ask you something?

HENRIETTA JONES: Of course sugar. What’s on your mind?

ALEESHA: Do you think I could be a wrestler?

Her eyes were bright and full of life as she looked up at her grandmother asking the question.

HENRIETTA JONES: Well what those men and women do on television every week is a lot of hard work. It takes proper training. It’ll be a lot of wear and tear on the body. Lots of aches and pains. Days where you’re feeling like you’re going to want to quit. Yet you’ll have to remain on all that passion and dedication you have for what you’re doing to carry you through. No doubt it’ll be tough, but then again nothing anyone wants comes easy.

ALEESHA: Oh...

For a moment there was a little disappointed look on the child’s face.

HENRIETTA JONES: However, being the smart and the beautiful little lady you are. I firmly believe you can be anything you want to be. You can achieve anything you want to achieve. If being a wrestler is what you dream about at night. Then go on and chase your dreams.

Sometimes when you're a child. All you needed was to hear someone - anyone say they believed in you. Even when your dream might’ve seemed completely out there. Or even knowing that she was just seven years old, which meant her dreams were likely going to change a hundred times over the next couple of years. Aleesha found herself crawling into bed with that smile across her face, her grandmother starting to tuck her in.

ALEESHA: I’m going to ma’am! I’m going to chase the dream and be the biggest wrestler in the world.

HENRIETTA JONES: Well I’ll be sure to be at every match and can’t wait to see how all the championships you intend to bring home.

ALEESHA: All the championships! All of them!

A yawn overcame the child as she closed her eyes with a smile. Her grandmother headed for the door as she flipped the lights off and walked out of the room closing the door behind her. In her seven year old might that is what she was going to do with her life. And it turns out that’s exactly what she ended up doing. She might’ve experienced some hardships. As well as went through a very confusing time of her life. But nevertheless she made her dream a reality.


Being back home in Raleigh felt strange for Aleesha. After the confrontation with her folks a few weeks back. After not seeing them in five years. It very much felt like she wasn’t welcomed. But the anniversary of her grandmother’s passing was approaching. She wouldn’t even be in the country when the actual date of the anniversary took place. And she felt she had to pay some type of tribute as she had done every year since she passed. Aleesha found herself walking through the cemetery with a bouquet of flowers in her hand. Approaching the very headstone of her grandmother. She stood there in silence looking at the picture of her grandmother on said headstone. Very much how she had remembered her. Clearing her throat as she spoke.

ALEESHA: I know it’s been awhile since my last visit, but life has kind of taken a wild turn in the last six months or so. Almost too much to keep track of myself.

She had lowered herself down to the ground and taken a seat right there on the grass in front of her grandmother’s headstone. Placing the flowers down in front of it.

ALEESHA: Matter of fact the last time we talked. I was telling you about how I had just recently finished wrestling training, but I wasn’t sure where it was going to take me. Turns out that I worked enough shows on the indies that I got the attention of the folks at Sin City Wrestling. I signed a contract with them back in March. Been kind of just going through the wheels of motion. I personally don’t think I’ve done anything too special. Kind of why I feel like I’ve been slept on quite a bit. But I guess being undefeated still as a rookie isn’t exactly the easiest thing in the world to do. I just feel like I’ve got a lot more to do. A lot more to prove. I’m just not where I want to be, I guess is what I am trying to allude to more than anything.

A small little shrug left her shoulders. Now in the back of Aleesha’s mind. She knew if her grandmother was alive she would be very unpleasant with her at this moment. Not talking highly about herself and putting far too much pressure on herself. After all, one thing she had taught her granddaughter, especially when she got into her teenage years. To live in the moment and be happy with what you had.

ALEESHA: I do have to admit though. I’ve been pretty sad lately knowing that you’re not around. I know it’s been a while but I remember a conversation we had when I was real-little. You told me you couldn’t wait to be at every wrestling match I had. But of course you never even got to see me finish training. Let alone be at a match. Yet, the one that hurts real extra is when you told me you couldn’t wait for all the championships I was going to bring home over the course of my career. And that one hits a little harder than I expected it would. Considering, I just found out a few days ago. I’ll be competing for my very first championship at a Super Card.

She could feel herself getting a little choked up at that moment. Taking all of that into consideration. Saying it out loud seemed to hurt so much more.

ALEESHA: I was hand picked by a woman to be her challenger. Of course now that I’ve had the time to think about it. Really mow things over in my head. I don’t think her choosing me to be her challenger has anything to do with actual competition or even having respect for me. But instead, I think it’s a matter of her thinking I’m just someone she can go right on over for an easy title defense. Kind of frustrating to be viewed in that light when I’m out there giving it everything I’ve got. But what can you do? Especially when the match is confirmed. It’s going to happen. And that’s weighing heavy on my mind. To know I got this match. To know it’s for a championship. To know that I’m not ready for it. And to know that if I win it, you’re not going to be here to celebrate this moment with me.

I guess when I really think about it though. This can’t be a matter of if I win. It has to be a situation where I have to win. You’re the only person that believed in me. No matter how silly this dream might have appeared when I was a seven year old girl. But then again I know that it wouldn’t have mattered what I wanted to be when I grew up. I could have said a doctor or a musician. You’d still support me in what I wanted to be. Sure, you would have given me the cold hard facts. You’d told me how hard it was going to be and how much work would need to be put in. But the support would’ve been there. I really wish I would have told you when you were here. How much it meant to me that you did believe in me and my dreams. But since I can’t tell you. I’ll have to show you how much it meant by winning and becoming a champion for the first time.


Taking a deep breath at that moment. She was still very much trying to keep her composure. This was a nice reminder of why life was short. It had been years since her grandmother was last around in the living form, but now that she was older and experiencing these things. It was telling her that she should have said more. She should have shown more. She should have understood that the only guarantee in life was taxes and death.

ALEESHA: My back is against the wall. My inexperience is going to show. This woman is no doubt going to be out to make me look bad. She certainly doesn’t want to lose her championship. I’m going to be the biggest target all night long, even though she’s the reason I’m in this situation. But somehow-someway, I gotta dig down deep. I gotta bring a part of myself to that match that hasn’t been seen before. I have to be something I’ve never been before. And as easy as it is for me to say that. As much as I recognize that. I’ve got no idea how I’m going to do all of this. No idea at all, just know it has to be done.

She felt herself becoming a little overwhelmed with anxiety. Realizing all of this combined with the sadness of missing her grandmother. It was all a lot to deal with, but that was part of being a human one could say. She looked up at that grave once again.

ALEESHA: I should probably get going. It’s going to be a long travel day tomorrow. I miss you and I really hope that you’re watching over me when this all goes down. There’s no doubt, I’m going to need to feel your presence that night.

Following her words she kissed her own fingertips before placing it to the top of the headstone of her grandmother’s grave. Aleesha pushed herself up to her feet at that moment and started to make the slow walk away from the grave. There were so many emotions that she was going through. There was so much weighing on her mind. All the pressure was felt. And she still had weeks to go before the match was even a thing. Time would only tell how it would all end for the young upstart.


Violent Conduct is nearing around the corner. It was something that professional wrestling fans as a whole were talking about, not just SCW fans specifically. Rightfully so considering how big the show had shaped out to be and considering some of the biggest matches of the year were set to take place. One of those matches happened to be between Kayla Richards and Aleesha for the Bombshell Internet Championship. A match that came out of nowhere, but also a match that had the potential to steal the show. With the night sky fallen, this was the time where Aleesha got the most clarity with all the chaos that kept her busy in life.

Kayla...

Her eyebrows raised slightly by mentioning the woman’s name. That set the wheels in motion, that things were at the very least about to get interesting.

This is the part where you are under the belief that I’m going to kiss your ass, worship the ground you walk in, sing your praises, and grovel at your feet. All because you gave me a shot at the Bombshell Internet Championship that sits oh so pretty around your waist, am I right? Well, if that’s what you’re thinking. Allow me to be the bearer of bad news and break your heart. Because that’s not what I’m going to do at all. Especially when I can read right between the lines babygirl.

She shook her head just a little bit. Carrying herself at that moment as if she knew something that no one else knew. That could be a good thing, or it could be a bad thing. Depending on how one looked at it. However, being the loud mouth she was. She wouldn't stay silent for long.

You see you’re trying to paint this narrative. That you’re not only doing a kind thing, but you’re doing something that you consider to be a challenge for yourself. That’s all good in the hood, if that’s what was really going on. But that’s not what’s going on. Let’s call a spade a spade shall we, Kayla? You choose me as your opponent because you see me as an easy target. You see me as someone that’s not got the skills that some of the other members of the roster have. You see me as a woman that isn’t a threat to your championship. Kayla, you see this as an easy night at the office. And since you can’t stay at home for another month without being booked or defending the title like you did a few months ago. This seems like the best course of action right? ... Wrong!

Once again, she stood there shaking her head from side to side.

You might try and deny all these things. Say they’re nothing more than allegations and say that I don’t know you. That’s fine. You’ve got a right to freedom of speech, but I’m still calling bullshit. You don’t carry yourself like a prideful person, Kayla. You don’t carry yourself as someone that’s about respect. You don’t carry yourself as someone that’s about honor. You damn sure don’t carry yourself as someone that’s about dignity. Nah, you’ve always struck me as someone that’s going to be willing to cut someone’s legs out from under them first chance you got. As well as play every dirty underhanded card that you can as long as you’re the one that stays on top in the end.

This is professional wrestling after all. Being in one of the top spots is where you want to be. Being in one of the top spots is the only way you get noticed. Of course I understand that. Why do you think I’ve been trying so hard? Why do you think I’ve been so vocal? Why do you think I’ve taken every opportunity to be in the faces of management and to make sure the fans remembered I’m on this roster? Because I know I’m not in one of those spots and it’s easy to forget about someone like me when I’m not featured in those spots. That’s the last thing I wanted was to be forgotten about. And I was going to get one of those top spots if it was the last thing I did.

But let me guess that’s where in your eyes I look pathetic, am I right Kayla? After all, like I mentioned before. There was a time and a place where you sat at home for over a month. No matches. No title defenses. Not so much as a peep out of you. To which you said that it was SCW’s fault. That you weren’t someone that was going to beg and plead. That you weren’t someone that was just going to show up every week and do nothing but hang out in catering. That you were better than that. You’re better than that? But that’s still the approach you took? Sounds to me like you’re someone that would much rather be in a situation where you aren’t booked. So you don’t get exposed.


She was speaking now with a little more confidence in her voice.

But I guess you’re probably wondering what you could possibly be exposed for. Allow me to inform you. You don’t want to be exposed for being a fraud, Kayla. You see this mean girl act of yours can only last for so long. Because sooner rather than later, you’re going to run into someone it doesn’t work on. You see it works on the likes of someone like Ariana. She’s always in her feelings. Always concerned with being a positive light to everyone’s world. Always wanting people to like her. So of course crushing her spirit by being a mean girl works. Being a mean girl to someone like Dawn Warren also does wonders. After all, she's very much like a lost puppy dog. All they want is love and attention. The moment you don’t give it to them they break down and cry.

But that mean girl shit doesn’t work on me. I’m an adult. Maybe, if you were dealing with fourteen-fifteen year old Aleesha. You might be getting yourself somewhere. Cause lord knows I dealt with all the mean girls and I dealt with all the dickhead jocks that tried to tear me down. Made me feel bad about myself. Make me feel bad about the things I wanted for myself and the goals I wanted to achieve. But it’s funny at how hell bent they were to make me feel bad about themselves then. Yet, now if I were to expose my DMs. All those mean girls and jocks stay thirsty in them. Point I’m making here Kayla. There’s nothing you can say about me, nothing you can mock me for, nothing you can make fun of me about that’s going to make me question myself. The mean girl mindset holds no value.


The look on her face said it all. Clearly she wasn’t lacking in the confidence department. Not to mention, as far as she was concerned. She had her opponent all figured out. Now often it wasn’t that simple. There was still the physical aspect of it all. Something she seemed to be ready for, but only time would truly tell.

And as much as I might be a woman, that's all about the fans. I’m all for their love and their appreciation. I’m all for giving them something to look forward to. Like I looked up to wrestlers when I was a little girl. And not to mention who doesn’t love a little praise in their life? But with that being said Kayla. I don’t need the love and attention to make me feel worth something. I don’t need it to keep going on in life. I grew up feeling very alone. I’m more than capable of handling myself in those situations. So once again the mean girl act won’t work here either. You’re going to have to leave all of that at home and actually show what you can do in the ring. Because at the end of the day, Kayla. That’s all that matters. No amount of shit talking or mean girl antics hold any value. It’s all about what you do inside that squared circle. It’s all about who walks out with a win. That’s what people remember.

That was as true a statement as any. Wins and losses matter a lot more than people wanted to admit to. Most fans don’t remember the build up to a match. Most don’t even remember a single line from a promo leading up to a mat. But every single one of them remembers who walked away with the victory.

Trust me though, I’m aware of what is going to come out of your mouth next. Yes, Kayla. Yes, you’ve got far more experience than I do. You’ve been around for a good little bit in this industry. Certainly been around this company way longer than I have. I’m just getting my feet wet. I got the proper training from the proper people and then I did what I needed to do with it. Of course, I don’t consider anything I’ve done outside of SCW worth mentioning. We all go through the grind of the indies. We all have those shows where we work for a hot dog and a handshake. We’ve all worked those shows that we weren’t proud to be on. I went through that struggle, but all that matters to me is what I’ve done since I stepped into Sin City Wrestling.

And to you, being a three time SCW Bombshell Internet Champion. Nothing I’ve done so far would be worth mentioning in your eyes. Again, that’s your right to think so. But in my eyes, as much as it isn’t a lot. It’s still something. Let’s be real shall we Kayla? My debut match. Not a single person in SCW expected me to win. Everyone praises Ariana like she’s something special and really I might have brought into the hype or at the very least had some respect for her. Had she not disrespected me out the gate by trying to look past me. Either way, she nor anyone else expected me to win. And I did. Me, the so-called rookie, beat a former champion my first night in the company. But I’m not dumb, I know that people saw that as a fluke. No one was truly impressed and that's why I wasn’t booked for weeks.

Then everyone knows the whole situation with Eiley. I really do sound like a broken record at this point when it comes to that cunt. However, the same situation. No one expected me to win. No one thought I had a chance against the quote unquote next greatest bombshell. Hell, even the dumb bitch herself was talking about how she didn’t even care about the match. Further showing how I was viewed and all that did was piss me off while at the same time motivating me. I beat the brakes off that little girl and smiled the entire time. I walked out with a win while at the same time it seemed like I upset a lot of the higher ups because Eiley was their hand chosen woman. I wasn’t booked again, but that’s where I went off. I wouldn’t stay silent. I kept my face in everyone else’s as I mentioned before.

And this led to me getting in the ring with Samantha Marlow. A former multi-time champion, but more importantly a Hall of Famer within the walls of Sin City Wrestling. At that point, I think people understood I had a chip on my shoulder. I think they understood that I was a determined woman. I think they even understood that I knew my way around the ring. But even though they knew that. I still think they thought that was too big of a challenge for me to overcome. Don’t think anyone pinned me to win that match, but I did. I extended my win streak and defeated someone that holds so much value. I kind of look at that win as a situation where it shows that I’ve truly arrived here in SCW and that I do not plan on going anywhere anytime soon. Each of those matches and victories mean something to me.

I’m not about to let you or anyone else try to take that from me. As much as you’re going to want to discredit me and as much as you’re going to want to say that they don’t mean anything. In all reality, it means a lot. As well as it kind of makes you look like a hypocrite when you put it all together. Because after all you’re the one that chose me to be the one that you defend your championship against. If none of it meant anything, then I would have never gotten your attention and you would have never made that decision you made to begin with. Kind of proves my point that being a mean girl doesn’t get you anywhere in the long term. Not to mention makes you make a lot of bad choices. At the end of the day Kayla, I’m on your radar now and that could end very poorly for you.


Her eyes were a little more narrow at this point.

Now the two of us are set to face each other. I know for a fact, you don’t believe in me. It goes back to what I said from the start. You’re not giving me a title shot because you want a challenge. You’re doing it because you think that I’m someone you can easily defeat. And even with what I’ve done with the small chances and opportunities I’ve been given. I don’t think but maybe a handful of people think I can hold my own against you. That’s my girlfriend, my trainer, and maybe two or three die hard fans. There aren't a lot of people. After all, if you go through all of pro wrestling history. It isn’t very often that someone becomes a champion in just four pro matches.

It’s almost unheard of. But I believe in myself. I believe that deep down inside of me. I was born to be a champion. I was born to excel in this business. I was born to be something special inside the world of wrestling. But more importantly than all of that. My grandmother is the woman that showed me what wrestling is, she was the woman that told me I could be anything I wanted to be in life, and she’s the one that believed in me when I started this dream. That woman is no longer physically with me, but I know she’s looking over me and at Violent Conduct, I’m going to do everything I can to make her proud. That starts with lifting the Bombshell Internet Championship above my head in victory.


The focus was still very much her eyes. They remained narrow, but at the same time they appeared to have so much life in them. So much fire behind them. Aleesha found herself taking a couple of steps forwards towards the recording cameras. Addressing her opponent one last time.

Oh, that’s right. I mentioned that this was my dream. And you’ve been notorious in calling yourself the Dream Killer. Almost seems like I’m setting myself up to be let down. Wouldn’t you agree with Kayla? Of course you would. But let me just leave you with these words sugar. This is my dream but you’re not going to kill it. No, you’re not even going to get closed. Because in reality, yes, this is my dream. You’re about to find yourself living in a... NIGHTMARE!

Those words were haunting and mysterious, yet at the same time seemed to be driving the point home. Aleesha was a woman that was on a mission. She believed in herself. She had something to prove. And right within her fingertips was the biggest opportunity she’s ever had. Her career in SCW so far had been a struggle as far as getting opportunities went. Therefore this might’ve been the only opportunity she’ll ever get. That’s why she had to make the most of it. Losing wasn’t an option. Failing wasn’t an option. Coming home empty handed wasn’t an option. It was go big or go home.

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Climax Control Archives / “ IT’S NOT PERSONAL, IT’S BUSINESS! ”
« on: August 01, 2023, 07:55:55 PM »

I really don’t think we should do this.

Those are the words that came out of Aleesha’s mouth as she stood there in the driveway. The North Carolina heat was just beating down on her. It was almost too hard to breathe, but she was clearly wanting to deal with this heat. Way more than whatever it was that was looming up ahead. Fable on the other hand had her arms folded across her chest and firmly looked at her girlfriend.

FABLE: We were already in the state. All we have to do is pop in. Say hello. Tell them they were on your mind. Then we can go.

ALEESHA: It’s not that simple. I’ve told you how they reacted when I came out as a teenager. Bringing you up there with me. It’s going to bring a slew of questions, remarks, and looks. I don’t want to subject you to that.

FABLE: I’m a grown woman. I think I’m more than capable of handling myself with any dirty look or out of pocket comment that’s made.

ALEESHA: Point is you shouldn’t have to. I made a mistake coming back to the states, I should have just went ahead and went on tour with the rest of the crew.

FABLE: Nonsense. Only mistake you’re going to make is by not going up there and saying hello. It’s been god who knows how long since you've seen them. They’re your parents. They're going to love you no matter what.

ALEESHA: Yeah, you’re about to eat your words.

It was becoming clear there was no getting out of this. Fable had a point when they were in town. They did drive there. It had been a while since she had last seen her parents, but of course there was a reason for that. Hand in hand the two of them walked up the driveway and eventually made their way up the porch. At first glance there wasn’t much that had changed since she last lived at home as a teenager. Of course her mother was very much against change most of the time. Balling up her first, she lightly knocked on the door. Meanwhile Fable squeezed the hand she was holding to be reassuring.

Taking a step back after the door had been knocked on. In the back of Aleesha’s head. She was hoping they wouldn’t answer. Hoping they weren’t home. She really didn’t want to deal with any judgemental stuff. Not to mention she was sure there was a lot of things her mother was going to have to say to her. After all it had been years since they had spoken. Not even a second after the door had been knocked on. It came open and standing there in the doorway was an older looking woman. Aleesha locked eyes with her and she locked eyes right back.

ALEESHA: Hi there ma.

She wasn’t met with anything right away. Simply silence and it was silence that was unsettling. Finally, words were spoken.

MAMA JONES: I haven’t seen you in five years. That’s all you have to say is ‘Hi there ma’? I know I raised you better than that.

ALEESHA: ... I’m sorry.

MAMA JONES: You should be more than sorry. Ashamed of yourself. I brought you into this world and you repay me by not speaking to me in five years. Not coming to see me in five years.

ALEESHA: It’s just that...

MAMA JONES: It’s just nothing! A lack of respect is what it is!

There it was. There was the attitude that Aleesha had been talking about. Not even a full five minutes of interacting and her mother already trying to beat her down from an emotional standpoint. Before things got too out of hand, another figure had appeared in the doorway. After hearing his wife become so upset. Aleesha’s father made his presence known. Looking right at his daughter then to Fable and then back to his daughter.

HENRY JONES: What’s the meaning of all of this?

FABLE: Well sir. Your daughter and I were in town. And...

HENRY JONES: All due respect Miss. I wasn’t speaking to you. I was speaking to my daughter.

Instantly, Fable felt herself being shut down. And there was that. The other thing that Aleesha was worried about. She didn’t want her girlfriend to have to experience anything of this nature. Had she just listened to her. This wouldn’t be going on, but they were in the thick of it now.

ALEESHA: Daddy, as my girlfriend was saying. We were in the area and we thought it would be a nice gesture to come by. Say hello. Tell you I was thinking about to two of you.

MAMA JONES: The last five years really showed that.

ALEESHA: Ma, please.

MAMA JONES: Please, nothing!

HENRY JONES: That’s an odd way to introduce a friend Aleesha. Back in my day, we didn’t put words like boy or girl in front of the word friend to describe our friends. Its clear as day as to what gender they are.

ALEESHA: Well she’s not just a friend or a girl that happens to be a friend. She’s my girlfriend. My life partner. Significant other. However you want to put it.

That’s when he had finally taken notice to the two women holding hands. The look of disgust consumed him as he looked away from the both of them.

HENRY JONES: We had this discussion the day you left this house. You know that’s not how you were raised. You know that’s not acceptable in our eyes.

MAMA JONES: Or the lord’s eyes. We raised you off the lord’s word and prayer.

ALEESHA: Mama, I tried to tell you once before. God doesn’t love people any lesson because of who they choose to spend their life with. He just wants you to be a good person.

MAMA JONES: And follow his guidance. Follow his words. Every last word that is in the bible. You know what it says in the bible about homosexuality.

HENRY JONES: Man and woman are meant to be together. Not man and man. Not woman and woman.

Aleesha was becoming visibly uncomfortable listening to her parents browbeat her. Fable squeezed her hand again as if it was a way to show that she was there for her. However every bit of this was proving to be the worst idea ever. Just like she said it was going to be.

MAMA JONES: And what are you doing for a living now? How are you taking care of yourself?

ALEESHA: I've been wrestling for a little while. Signed with a bigger company a few months back. Making good money now.

HENRY JONES: That fake shit? There’s no money in that.

ALEESHA: Grandma always told me to go after my dreams. That’s the only dream I can ever remember having.

MAMA JONES: I told my mother time and time again to stop feeding you with that nonsense. Stop letting you watch that stuff as a child.

ALEESHA: But I’m good at it, I swear that I am. I’m not in a position where I need to worry about where my next meal is going to come from or anything like that.

MAMA JONES: Guess it’s better than all that dirty stuff you were doing for money.

That was just as low as it could have gotten. She expected an attitude from both parents. She expected some judgment. However she didn’t think her mother would go that low. There was no denying that cut deep, but that seemed to be the breaking point for Fable who had just been standing by.

FABLE: Now you wait just one minute...

Before she could really go in. Aleesha tugged on her arm and got Fable’s attention. For a brief moment. Long enough to see Aleesha just shaking her head back and forth. That’s when Aleesha turned her attention back to her parents.

ALEESHA: I’m old enough now to know when I’m not wanted. I apologize that I infringed on you like this so randomly. More importantly though, I apologize that both of you don’t know how to get past your own personal hang ups and don’t know how to love anyone other than yourselves.

She didn’t bother to give either of them a chance to say anything. Their comments and general actions towards her hurt enough. No point in giving them a chance to hurt her again or to even be able to justify the way they were which they would surely do. In storming off Fable had no real choice but to follow behind her as Aleesha rushed down the steps of the porch and jogged down the driveway to where her car had been sitting. She rushed right to the driver side door as she attempted to open it. Fable calling out to her.

FABLE: Leesha! Leesha!

By that time Fable was finally able to catch up to her. Aleesha looking right back at her trying to hide the pain in her eyes.

ALEESHA: What? What?!

FABLE: ... Look, I’m sorry. I should’ve listened to you.

ALEESHA: Yes! You should have!

By no means was she trying to take out what had just happened out on Fable. However she was very frustrated and very upset with the situation at hand. Especially when she had tried to avoid the whole situation. Yanking the door open, Aleesha climbed inside and slammed the door. The look on Fable’s face said it all. She was disappointed in what had taken place, but it couldn’t be undone. She too followed by opening her door and climbed inside as Aleesha peeled out of the driveway and began their journey out of there for what could be assumed as for good.


Diary Entry #3
July 29th, 2023

IT’S NOT PERSONAL, IT’S BUSINESS!

Have I really made enemies in SCW?

Listen, I know that I’m a little outspoken from time to time. I know that I’ve got a mouth on me. Lord knows that as a youngin my mouth got me in so much trouble with my mama and pops. Some habits just die hard. And in knowing that I know that I’ve maybe pushed the boundaries just a little bit. Life isn’t sunshine and rainbows all the time. Not to mention, I’m not going to pretend it is when I can clearly see the dark clouds rolling in. There've been a couple of dark clouds rolling in during my time with the company. Now that doesn’t mean I’ve got a personal vendetta against management. I’ve got no legitimate issues with Mr. Ward or Mr. Underwood. I’m truly thankful for the opportunities I have been given. I just feel like I haven’t been given enough... Crazy part is all of it is... I haven’t even really been looking for a handout.

I don’t want opportunities just given to me. It isn’t like I am asking to be in a match every single week. I’m aware that it’s a business. It’s hard to run one. However, I’d be lying if I didn’t say. I feel like I’m more deserving of a match every week versus someone like Seleana Zdunich. Girlfriend is flakier than the dandruff out of my uncle John’s hair. It’s not like I’m demanding to be in the main event every week. However, I do feel at times I’m more main event worthy than someone like Kayla Richards. It’s not like I’m asking to be put into title matches or even title match contenderships. Never once asked for that. But even with two wins to my name. I feel like I’m more worthy of those opportunities than Alexandra Calaway. Like how many times you're gonna give someone a chance to just constantly drop the ball? It blows my mind truly.

All I ever asked for was a chance and opportunity as far as giving me a platform to try and prove myself. Ever since I signed my name to the dotted line of this company. I’ve wanted nothing more than to be someone that they could rely on and depend on. Someone that might be a rookie, but someone that’s going to show up every week. Bust her backside. Give it all she had. Try and take this company to the next level. I’ve begged for this but it’s just gone ignored and I really felt like it started to get ignored after being put in the ring with Eiley. It really comes off to me that Mark and Christian didn’t see much in me. They put me in the ring with someone that a lot of people hand picked to lead the next generation of the Bombshell Division. They put me in the ring with someone that many people would’ve said should have mopped the floor with me especially because I don’t fit the stereotype of the face of a division.

I’m not a blonde with a skinny waist who happens to have the perfect wardrobe assistant and the greatest makeup artist known to man to make me appealing and ideal to the people. This is shit I’ve known since I was a little girl. Always chosen last because I was different. When I became a teenager. I wasn’t the ideal girl for boys and girls to want to date. And it carried over into being an adult. I’m not the face of a division. Hell at times I’m not even what you would consider an ideal wrestler. But one of the many things that brought me to SCW in the first place was because it appeared they accepted differently. However it seems that's only the case when the machine wants to get behind it. And right now it’s behind someone like Eiley so when I came along. Beat her and then called her out for her fuckery. I seemingly got punished for it. Or at least that’s how it seems.

Kind of fucked up when I think about it. But I guess at the same time what can I do? They’re going to do what they want to do. They’re going to go about business however they want. They’ve made that perfectly clear to me with each time I’ve tried to be part of something. However now it seems that water is under the bridge. Almost like Eiley has decided to stop being a cry baby about things and her ego is finally healed up after getting her flat backside handed to her on a silver platter. So they’ve decided to lift this ban on me and tossed me into a match for Climax Control next week. However, based on who they put me against. I can’t help but think this is another situation where they don’t see much in me. Like they don’t see it to be a situation where I’m going to hold my own. Not a situation where I’ll thrive. Not a situation where many people would think I would win.

Especially considering my opponent is in the midst of having herself one of the primed spots for Violent Conduct. Along with the fact that she’s a bit of a legend in the halls of SCW. That woman being none other than Samantha Marlowe. Personally despite how it kind of feels when it comes to people’s opinions about me. I’m thrilled to be against someone with such a legacy. Because this is a perfect opportunity for me to prove my worth and prove that I can hang with the best this place has to offer. By hanging with someone that has been one of the faces of the division for quite some time. At the same time, I also can’t allow myself to be a fan. I have to take this as seriously as I can and I have to make the most of it. Even if it’s a negative outlook people might have of me. Or not them believing I stand a chance. Fact still is that they put me in this spot. I can’t say shit going forward if I don’t make the most of it right?

This isn’t a situation where it has to be personal. I don’t have to start any beef with Samantha. I don’t have to bring up how I feel this is being portrayed. I don’t have to really go into detail about how I’m even feeling as a person in this company. It’s got nothing to do with her and it shouldn’t be projected onto her. Besides, it’s just a match. It’s what we are signed to do. It’s what we’re paid to do. Go out there, put on our best performance, and show the world what we got. It’s not personal, it’s business. And getting down to business is what I have to do when we step into the ring with each other. For all I know maybe she’s someone that looks forward to getting into the ring with younger talent. Maybe she’s someone that looks forward to having one of the best matches on the card. Or maybe she’s someone that doesn’t give a damn one way or the other.

Either way. It’s official and I’ve got a job to do!


xoxo
ALEESHA


There was truly no better job in the world that allowed one to be able to see the world. Places that one wouldn’t normally be able to visit just because of life. Aleesha truly never took anything for granted when it came to the traveling schedule of SCW. She had never been on a cruise before and while competing would have been the goal. She still got to take part in it and see new things. This timeout was no different. She couldn’t say that in normal everyday life she would be able to get to see the country of Peru. And really after what had happened earlier in the week she needed an escape. Today, she was going to use the day as a chance to just get out and explore.

However as she was coming out of the elevator when it came to the talent hotel she was staying at. She found herself crossing paths with a man that she hadn’t spoken to in over a year now. Despite them working for the same company. They just never seemed to cross paths. That man being the brand spanking new Internet Champion, Calvin Harris. By the looks of it he had just arrived. Suitcase in hand, championship slung over his shoulder, and those designer shades to hide his eyes. She just kind of nodded in his direction with a small smile and walked past him. Calvin stopped in his tracks as he removed his sunglasses.

CALVIN: Oh so you’re too good to speak to me now eh, kid?

Of course those comments caught her attention. Aleesha stopped and turned back towards him. Shaking her head a bit from side to side.

ALEESHA: Nah, that isn’t the case at all. You just look to be really busy.

CALVIN: Busy? Where? I literally just checked in. All I got going on is getting to my room and taking a nap. I’m jet lagged.

ALEESHA: See! Sounds pretty busy to me.

CALVIN: Doesn’t mean I can’t have a conversation in passing with the first student to ever graduate from my school and fully endorsed!

He shook his head a bit.

CALVIN: Besides I’ve been meaning to talk to you anyway.

ALEESHA: Oh?

CALVIN: Listen, I get that you’re trying to stay out of trouble. I get that you’re trying to keep your nose clean. And I get that you’re trying to play the game the right way. It’s one of the things I’ve taught you, but you can’t let people punk you either.

ALEESHA: I wouldn’t say I’ve let anyone punk me. I don’t play that kind of shit.

CALVIN: Oh you’ve let this company punk you and you’ve let that locker room punk you. You’ve been walking on eggshells. You’ve been tip toeing around everything. Out here begging for an opportunity and letting it continue to fall on deaf ears. You’ve done nothing about it.

ALEESHA: This is coming from a guy that’s on a career resurgence and is out to prove something as far as being a changed man.

Her hands went right to her hips. It wasn’t that she had a problem with receiving advice from someone that was a big influence on her career. However this was a situation that just sounded rather hypocritical.

CALVIN: Our situations are different. I was given a chance to succeed here once before and I pissed it away with how I carried myself. I have to reverse the damage that I did. You on the other hand you’re not even getting close to the opportunities I had. I know you. I know every week you don’t see your name on the card. It eats away at you. I know that every week another girl is considered more valuable than you. It causes your blood to boil. I saw it back when we ran shows for the school and I didn’t book you. However you weren’t ready then. You’re ready now and you need to start taking this company by the balls.

She just looked back at the man that trained her. He was making some valid points, but then again she felt like her hands were being tied behind her back. There was only so much she could do. And when she did try to show a little ‘attitude’ so to speak. It landed her in hot water.

ALEESHA: I don’t know how much you’ve been paying attention, but the one time I tried to show some attitude when I felt disrespected by that basic ass barbie Eiley. It seemed to piss off a lot of people.

CALVIN: First of all. You need to let that shit go. No one of importance gives a flying fuck about whats her face. That’s why the people that do care about her are retired and try to live through her. Eiley ain’t shit and won’t be here in a year. So fuck her, stop focusing on that. And secondly... And?

ALEESHA: Whatcha mean and?!

CALVIN: Just what I said... and? You act like it’s a problem. If you keep pushing back and if you keep pissing people off. That means you’re making them feel something. More importantly it’s making them notice you. If you gotta be that problem child. If you gotta be someone that goes against the grain. If you gotta be the drama. Then so be it.

ALEESHA: But that leads to the issue I’ve been having with getting overlooked. You’re just talking in circles now.

CALVIN: Because you’re not listening.

Taking a step forward he grabbed a hold of Aleesha pulling her in some.

CALVIN: Yeah, you might have gotten under their skin. Maybe they did punish you. Maybe they didn’t. But as long as you keep putting the pressure on. Even if it irritates them they’re going to keep looking at you. However more importantly each time they do put you in the ring and in a situation where they expect you to fail. Only for you to thrive. It’s more eyes on you and it’s making them realize that you’re more than they pegged you to be.

ALEESHA: Well, I can tell you. That I don’t think that they think too highly of me in this match they put me in on Sunday. I think the belief is that Samantha Marlowe is just gonna run right through me.

CALVIN: Samantha has some clout around here. She was around when I came in the first time. She’s done a lot of great things...

ALEESHA: ...Oh great, so you don’t believe either.

CALVIN: Those words didn’t come out of my mouth. I’m just saying I know who she is. What she’s accomplished. And I understand why they’d think this is a walk in the park for her. But that’s what needs to motivate you, Aleesha. You need to head into that ring on Sunday and fight with everything you have. Take it to that woman. Apply the pressure. Never let up for a second. Get another win added to your belt and show this company who you truly are.

ALEESHA: Every single time I’ve stepped into the ring. I’ve never slacked once and this time isn’t going to be any different. I guess I just don’t see what you see. But, I’ll do my best and keep doing my thing.

She tossed her hands up in the air a little bit for a shrug. Aleesha was truly speaking from the heart when it came to what she was saying. She didn’t see what he saw, but then again that also went all the way back to when he started training her. He saw something special in her, when she didn’t see anything in herself. He was right then, maybe he was right now.

CALVIN: Good, because you deserve to be featured more. And you deserve a lot more than having your name included with mine when it comes to programming. You’re much more than someone I trained. I want you people to see you as the star that you are without anything to do with me.

ALEESHA: And you know as well as I know people are going to hold onto whatever they can. That way they have some type of upperhand somewhere.

CALVIN: Mmhmmm. That’s fair. But now I’m going to be watching on Sunday. I’m going to stand right there at gorilla. I’m going to look at the faces of Mark and Christian when you make them eat their words once again. And I’m going to be the first one to be smirking from ear to ear when you walk away with a victory. Don’t let me down, kid.

He gave her a little nudge as he flipped the sunglasses back down over his eyes and turned to head for the elevator that she had just came out of. In the back of her head, she kind of always assumed that he was watching and keeping tabs on her. Especially now that it was out and about that he had trained her. But now to now his eyes were specifically going to be on her. As well as him challenging her to step up. Something he had been preaching about the entire roster as of late. She felt the immense pressure, but it was something she was going to have to deal with.


Last time Aleesha had been inside the squared circle for Sin City Wrestling was on June 19th’s Climax Control. She took one Eiley and needless to say following that match. There was a lot of controversy surrounding Eiley based on some of the things that Aleesha had said. She may have gotten the win, but it was a much more deeply rooted issue and she spoke out about it time and time again. Now over a month later. She’ll put on her tights and lace up her boots to step into the ring once more. This time a much more different challenge laid ahead of her.

The last time I was scheduled to compete inside of a Sin City Wrestling ring is when I was booked against one of the “golden children” of the roster. Miss, “I don’t care about this match, and won’t try to win, but then turns around and tries to win”. The one that remains “relevant” by attaching herself to Jet City and former “legends” this company has to offer. One half of the Mixed Tag Team Champions with the biggest looking fuck by that two thousand twenty three could produce. In case you’re not catching on to the insults by now. I’m referring to Eiley.

The sheer mention of the woman’s name had Aleesha’s face twisting up into a sour look. It was clear that the woman left a very bad taste in her mouth.

I was put in a match with her and I truly believe that everyone expected me to lose. Then when I made her look like dog shit that you find on the side of the street. I was punished for it, by not being booked. And normally, I wouldn’t be a woman that made baseless claims like that. Normally, I wouldn’t be a woman that tried to make enemies out of the people that employ me. Normally, I wouldn’t be someone that would want to have drama and controversy surround me.

It’s just not how I do business. It’s a waste of time but at this point what else am I led to believe? After all, no matter how much I beg. No matter how much I plead. No matter how much I ask for a chance to prove myself. No matter how much I’ve expressed my interest in having an opportunity to further prove myself. It’s fallen upon deaf ears over and over and over again. It’s bad enough to have people look at you differently because of the color of your skin or because of your sexual orientation.

But to be looked at differently just because I did my job well. Just because I was able to beat someone that wasn’t nearly as good as everyone thought. That seems a bit wild, a bit too much if you ask me. And again like I said, I am not one to stir up the pot and be part of drama. I would like to hope that maybe I’m wrong about how things seem to be. I really hope that’s the case, but guess we’re going to find out here in the next twenty four hours.

Because it’s been brought to my attention that I am seemingly off of punishment and being thrown into a match. This time it’s against a woman by the name of Samantha Marlowe. Which I guess if I’m being real here. She’s more than just a woman. Hell, she’s more than just another name on the Bombshell Roster. Samantha is a staple to this division and one of the women that have helped shape the Bombshell Division as well as Sin City Wrestling as a whole.


Samantha was without a doubt one of the most iconic Bombshells in the company’s history. Now she was getting a chance to get into the ring with her. So many thoughts had run through Aleesha’s mind since the match had been announced. Now was the time to let that out.

You bring up the name Samantha to any of those girls in the locker room and every single one of them knows who she is. Even if they're someone that has an ego and wants to pretend like they don’t. Samantha is a former two-time Bombshell Champion. She’s a former Mixed Tag Team Champion. She’s a former four-time Bombshell Roulette Champion. Something that only a handful of women have been able to do. As well as the current number one contender for those very tag championships with Ben Jordan. And not to mention she’s just an overall bad ass when it comes to stepping into that ring. You gotta be to do the things she’s done in and for this company, but to also still be around after all this time. See unlike some people. I know how to do my research. I know how to find out what I am getting myself into. Therefore I can be prepared when that bell rings. And while I’ve got nothing but the utmost respect for Samantha. I’m more than prepared for our match!

She made direct eye contact with the cameras before her. It was as if it was to send a direct message to Samantha. Now whether or not her opponent got the message or even took it seriously. That remained to be seen, but the look in her eyes said it all. Aleesha was prepared for what was no doubt going to be the biggest battle of her young wrestling career.

You see Samantha. I know that in hindsight. In the big scheme of things. The bigger picture here. You’re not really looking in my direction. You’re not someone that’s truly worried about me. Especially someone that’s still considered a rookie and for someone that’s pretty unproven around here. I might have two wins and zero losses to my name so far. But it’s nothing worth bragging about. Not when I still have so much to prove. And normally people would take you looking past them as a slight. It would piss them off. Cause them to get in their feelings. Maybe even rage out a little bit. Not me. Not this time.

Like I said in the big scheme of things. There is a bigger picture. Something far more important for you to be focused on. That of course being winning those Tag Team Championships at Violent Conduct. And I for one, I hope you do. From here on out. I will forever be hoping and praying for the downfall of that basic blonde bitch, Eiley. However the point is, because that’s the bigger picture. Because that’s what matters. Because that’s where your focus is. I can see and understand why you’re probably not that worried about me and this match. You likely just see it as another opportunity to keep the ring rust off.

Another opportunity for you to keep the wheels spinning. Another chance for you to get just a little bit better so you are in top form come that championship match. I gotta tell you though. That might be the mindset. That might be the outlook. That might be where your head is out, but babygirl. Let me be the first to tell you that this isn’t a walk in the park. This isn’t just going to be a situation where you get to fine tune your skills. This isn’t one of those deals where the so called veteran just gets to teach the rookie a lesson and moves on like nothing happened. Nah, not at all. Samantha, I’m about to snatch you by your hair and show you why I’m known for whoopin’ a trick.


She grinned a little bit with that last statement. There was no denying there was a whole lot of spice in Aleesha. It’s what made her stand out more than some of the Bombshells on the roster.

Matter of fact Samantha. Allow me to paint the picture of what my mindset is for this match. I see this as an opportunity to get into the ring with one of the Mount Rushmore Faces for the Bombshell Division. I see this as my chance to get into the ring with a multi-time champion, a veteran, and even a legend according to some. Get in the ring with her, mix it up a little, and show that I can hang. This is my chance and my opportunity to make both Mark Ward and Christian Underwood see me as a valuable asset to this company. Because clearly me using my words and practically begging to be given a chance falls upon their deaf ears.

This might be my ONE SHOT at showing those two men that picking the likes of someone like Eiley to be a “golden child” and to be the “future” of this company is the dumbest thing they could have ever done. This is by far the biggest opportunity I’ve had so far here in Sin City Wrestling. I damn sure don’t intend to piss it away. And the only way for it to not be considered pissed away. The only way for me to be able to prove everything I’ve been saying. The only way for me to make bank on this opportunity given to me is by taking you to your limits. However, not just taking you to your limits. It’s stretching them as far as they can go until you buckle to the point it leads to my hand being raised in victory.


The look in Aleesha’s eyes at that moment continued to tell a story. That story was that she believed in everything that she was saying. After all there was no one going to believe in her. If she didn’t believe in herself. She had to believe in herself to prove her point, to get the people behind her, and to further elevate herself to be a star. All while at the same time making Samantha believe in her and believe in what type of challenge laid ahead of her.

Now I’m not foolish Samantha. Far from a fool. I know that just because that’s what I need to happen. Doesn’t mean it’s going to happen. Not when I’m against someone of your caliber of talent. There’s a reason you’ve got all those championships to your name. There’s a reason you’ve racked up all of those wins over the years. There’s a reason that people see you in the light that they do. There’s no denying that you’re a talented woman. One of the best to ever do it in this company. And something tells me the moment I show you what I’m about in the sense of not backing down. It’s going to take one slap to the face to wake you up and realize what is going down.

Nodding her head a bit.

And once you’ve been woken up. It’s going to bring you to reality. It’s going to make you stop looking past me. It’s going to make you stop looking forward to the future and focusing on the present. It is going to make you start to fight me like your own career and legacy depends on it. That’s what I want,  and that’s what I need, Samantha. Because as much as beating you means a lot to me for the sake of my own future. As much as beating you is what I intend to use to open up people’s eyes around here.

It means nothing if I beat you when you’re not at your best. It means nothing if I don’t beat you when you’re giving me everything you’ve got. It means nothing if you don’t live up to the hype and the legacy that surrounds you. So I want that slap to wake you up. I welcome that shit. Much like I welcome the challenge that you’re going to bring to me tomorrow night on Climax Control. But at the end of the day Samantha. The fact remains the same. Only one of us can walk out of Peru a winner!


That bright smile on those dark lipstick coated lips grew a little more. Feeling that sense of excitement as she knew what was looming around the corner. Not everyone welcomed a challenge the way she did, but again this was just something that made her different from the rest of the roster.

All week long I’ve been saying it, but allow me to say it one more time for you to truly understand. Samantha, I have all the respect in the world for you. I am thrilled to see what you’ve done in this company, because it has no doubt helped shape the Bombshell Division. Not to mention helped pave the way for women like me. But what I have to do tomorrow night in order to leave with a victory. It’s NOT personal by any means. It’s JUST business!

Her words kind of echoed as it served as the last thing she had to say. Cameras slowly fading to black as soon as those words left her lips. As far as Aleesha was concerned, she had said her peace. She had painted the picture that needed to be painted. She had given Samantha her flowers and showed the respect that needed to be shown. All while letting it be known how she was going to treat their match. Now it all remained to be seen how it would turn out for her. Nevertheless the one thing that was a guarantee was this was a match that no one was going to want to miss.

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Climax Control Archives / “ WHOOP THAT TRICK! ”
« on: June 13, 2023, 12:46:25 AM »

Diary Entry #2
Monday, June 6th 202

WHO KNEW?!

Who knew? I mean who knew it was going to be so hard to get a match in a well-known professional wrestling company. I’m truly not trying to throw any shade at anyone or try to seem like I’m less than thankful for the opportunity I do have, but at the same time I don’t think I have been used to the best of my abilities. Yes, I’m the new kid on the block. Yes, I’m the rookie in SCW. Yes, I’ve got a lot to prove but it goes back to what I said on Climax Control. How can I PROVE myself if I’m not being given the chance to do so?

I was put in the ring with Ariana Angelos for my very first match. A woman who without a doubt had some clout amongst the SCW roster. A woman that people see a lot of promise in. For crying out loud she’s going toe to toe with SCW Bombshell Legends almost every other week. So that clout means something right? I took her on. I beat her. I proved that I was at the very least that week ready for the big time. And then it was nothing. Radio silent. No matches. No reaching out to book me on the show in any capacity. I felt pretty useless.

And maybe, because I’m new to all of this. I don’t really know if this is how stuff works. Maybe, it’s just a thing where this happens. Periods of being not used or having nothing for you. Maybe that’s just how it is, but at the same time I want to be something. Not only for myself but for the company. I’m not just going to take a free ride. That isn’t who I am. It doesn’t benefit anyone. I want to give them a reason to be like... Yeah, We have ALEESHA on our roster and it mean something. So, I had to take matters into my own hands.

I was personally sick of seeing Krystal Wolfe’s BORING “workout” stuff every week. Like how many times can you pay enhancement talent to get beat up by the same person? Fuck all of that. Put her in the ring with someone on the roster. Put her in the ring with. I’ll gladly snatch her hair out the roots and show her. She’s not nearly as bad as she thinks she is. I was sick of seeing someone like Alexandra Calaway blow opportunity after opportunity every week. What’s the point of booking someone that doesn’t take it seriously? When you could be booking me?

Point is... I was willing to give more than some of the people getting opportunities over me and I had to let it be known. If anyone took that as me going above someone’s head or if they took it as me being disrespectful. I apologize you took it that way, but I won’t apologize for having a voice. I wanted to be heard and it seemed to have worked for me. Found out this morning, I’ll be competing in Yuma, Arizona for this next Climax Control. And the woman they’ve chosen to be my opponent is none other than... Eiley.

All I can say is: This is going to be FUN!


xoxo
ALEESHA


One of the many things that Aleesha was grateful for these days is that the world was finally out of the pandemic. Everything was open again. People were allowed to live their lives. People were allowed to go out and do things. Being that she was a little bit of a social butterfly. It was important for her to be able to do these kinds of things. Tonight was no different. The moment she had landed in Yuma, Arizona. The first thing she had done was look up clubs in the area. She was nose deep in her phone, when the bathroom door came open. Walking out of said room was a very familiar face. It was Aleesha’s friend, but also possible girlfriend? Both have failed to put a label on things.

FABLE: Wow, this must be a fancy hotel. At least the bathroom is cleaned.

ALEESHA: Ew! Sugar, you’re not staying at hotels. You’re staying at motels. If you’re dealing with that kind of thing. That’s so ick.

FABLE: From time to time it’s all Kenzie and I could afford when we were trying to make it in wrestling.

ALEESHA: I get it. You’re not getting any judgment on my end. But sometimes you gotta treat yourself. Even if you can’t afford it. We only live once. The fuck is world gonna do to us when we’re gone if we happen to be in debt when we go? Not a damn thing.

FABLE: And this is why I had to properly make sure this trip was financed well. Sometimes I feel like I’m your mother, Leesha. Teaching you how to be responsible with your money.

ALEESHA: Baby giiiiiiiiirl. Please. Everyone knows I’m Mother. Just look at me!

Taking the moment she spun herself around in that bright yellow sundress she had on. Clearly feeling herself. When she came to a stop from spinning. She could see the blush all over Fable’s face. In seeing that blush Aleesha couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit.

ALEESHA: Anywhooo! I was thinking that we should go out to a club tonight. I found a place that looks really exciting.

FABLE: ... I don’t know about that. Big social gatherings like that. They make me a little nervous from time to time. And I don’t know if you know or not. I’m not much of the club type. More so the uber drive that takes you to and picks you up from the club type.

ALEESHA: Nonsense! You totally fit in. We’ll have a blast!

FABLE: But shouldn’t you be more focused on what you are here to do? Your match is coming up in three days. After everything that happened last week. With all that begging and pleading you did to get a match. You got one now. I would just assume your focus would be there.

ALEESHA: Look, I love the fact that I’m a wrestler. This is the one thing I worked really hard for. Gave it everything I had to achieve, but at the same time. I’m not about to make professional wrestling my entire personality. I find that to be such a bore when people do that. I’m more than a wrestler. I’m a human being. I’m a pretty good looking woman. Who loves to dance, have a couple of drinks, and show off the little boo-thang.

She had given one of those blushing cheeks of Fable a small pinch. Of course Fable’s face started to turn even a brighter shade of red.

ALEESHA: Besides... it would be one thing if I was being put in the ring like the Bombshell World Champion or even a Bombshell Division legend. Instead, I’m being put in the ring Eiley. Not exactly something that needs to have me in the gym for the next seventy two hours becoming an even bigger muscle mommy than I already am.

FABLE: Okay, forgive me for assuming here. Because I’m not as up to date as I should be. Been a hectic week with my own stuff... but you’re making it sound like Eiley isn’t a big deal or something. Don’t you think you should take it a little more seriously than that.

ALEESHA: For what? She’s not going to do the same.

FABLE: Oh?

ALEESHA: Nope. Eiley is one of those basic white girls that loves to hang out on the beach, sip her little fruity drinks, have people drive her around places, and be pampered.

FABLE: Sounds like someone else I know.

For a brief moment Fable spat her tongue out in a very joking manner. Meanwhile Aleesha just shot her a playful little glare.

ALEESHA: I’m a princess in many ways, but even she takes the cake. Because that shit transitions over into her wrestling. She’s got people mentoring her and endorsing her that happen to be big names. That way she’s getting some clout and doesn’t actually have to put in any work. Then to top it off. She’s finding ways to get herself put into matches where her skills aren’t being tested and where she doesn’t have to take anything that serious.

FABLE: If I may offer some advice here. Someone that’s been doing this just a little bit longer than you have. But that’s a lot of women that get into wrestling. Most of them look for shortcuts. They don’t want to put any real work in. They want all the fame that comes  with being a wrestler, but don’t want to go through the hardships of it. They just want it all handed to them on a silver platter. But that doesn’t mean you should adopt a mindset that involves taking them less than serious.

ALEESHA: It’s not like that at all, Fibs. It’s more so that I know that Eiley hasn’t given this match two thoughts since it was announced. She’s going to stroll into the arena on Sunday. Get herself all pretty, head to the ring, and the entire time. She’s going to think that this match was specifically booked to make her look good. She’s got the mindset that this match was booked for her to have another easy win tallied to her name. She’s not thinking about me and damn sure not taking me seriously. So therefore in that respect. I’ve already won.

For a moment there was silence amongst the two ladies in the room. If anything it seemed like Aleesha had put way more thought into all of this than it had originally sounded.

FABLE: Are you sure about that?

ALEESHA: Of course, I know that anything and everything can happen in this business. I’m not going to say it’s a guaranteed win. I’m not like her, but I won in the sense that she isn’t going to take me seriously and I won in the sense that I get to hit her with that element of surprise when we do lock up. I get the chance to really show her that wrestling isn’t all about your ego being fed. Someone is eventually going to punch you right in your mouth.

FABLE: I’ve learned that lesson the hard way a few times myself.

ALEESHA: So then you get the point I’m trying to make. This girl hasn’t had anyone punch her in her mouth. She’s had no one really step up and take it to her. So, I’m going to be the one to do it. I just think it’s going to be a little more fun doing it this way because she doesn’t see it coming or better yet doesn’t believe that it’s ever coming.

FABLE: Look, I’m not trying to step on your toes or try to tell you how to handle your business. That isn’t for me to do. This is your own journey. I just want what’s best for you. If this is your approach. Go with it, I just hope it turns out the way you want.

ALEESHA: I think I got this covered. I really do.

She nodded her head rather confidently. Now being confident now and being confident when the time came. Those were two different situations. It just to wait and see how it played out.

ALEESHA: And now that we’re over all this wrestling talk. Cause it’s lame. Go put something on. We’re totally going to this club.

FABLE: But I said---

Right away Aleesha put her finger to the lips of Fable.

ALEESHA: Shhh, I’m not taking no for an answer. We’re going out!

Fable looked at her in those telling eyes for a second or two. Before realizing this wasn’t really going to be a war that she had won. Nodding her head some, she turned and started to head over towards her suitcase to see what she had. Aleesha was smiling from ear to ear. Tonight was going to be all about having some fun and living in the moment. In a few days is when she’d get down to business, but for now she had to put herself and her company first.


** FLASHBACK TO THE END OF 2021 **

Aleesha laid there on the mat. She could feel her heart pounding. It felt like at any given moment it was going to pound right through her chest. As disgusting as it was she also felt like she was about to shit herself and puke all the same time. The humidity in that building was unreal. Combine that with the heat outside and the fact she had just gotten slammed to the mat with all of her trainer’s physical might. Yeah, she was going through it right now. That’s when she could hear him screaming at the top of his lungs.

GET UP! GET YOUR ASS UP!

It rang through her ears, but she was so physically spent. She did her best, crossing her legs. Right over the left and then rolling to her right to get herself up. As soon as she was up she felt her long hair being tugged on. Her trainer, Calvin Harris. One of the world’s most famous wrestlers at one point. Now retired and training the next generation. He certainly wasn’t holding back as he grabbed that hair of hers and then proceeded to hold her head up to face him.

CALVIN: You think because you’re a woman. You’re going to have it taken easy on you? You think just because you’re the only woman in this class, you’re going to get a free pass? Huh? Is that what you think?!

Before she could even answer. She was met with a club across her back that brought her to her knees. All the other students were around the ring watching the practice match take place. In Aleesha’s heart and mind, she knew he meant well. However, there were days where she couldn’t help but feel like he was coming down on her just a little harder because of her gender.

CALVIN: I taught you better than this, Aleesha. You better start to fight back. Don’t let me just beat your ass in front of everyone!

He had backed up a little bit and was sizing her up. That’s when he rushed in aiming to boot her in the side of the face, but quickly Aleesha found it in herself to sweep both of his legs out from under him causing Calvin to fall flat on his back. She quickly went for the cover, but before she could even get a one count. He had muscled her off him. The two of them quickly got to their feet. Calvin attempted to rush in again but she caught him with a back kick that doubled him over. She then grabbed a hold of his head and started to rush towards the corner.

CALVIN: I don’t think so!

As soon as she got there and used her feet to kick herself up into the corner. Calvin proceeded to use her momentum against her and push her off. Thankfully, she was able to land herself on her feet and on the apron before spilling to the outside. Calvin tried to clothesline her off the ring apron but she had it in her to duck under the arm. Before using the ropes to her advantage and springboard off them. Wrapping her legs around her trainer’s head and taking him down with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors that shot him out of the ring from under the bottom rope.

As soon as Calvin was able to get to his feet. He peered inside the ring. Aleesha stood there prepared to keep fighting. Even though everything in her body said she was done. She ached, she was tired, she was drenched in sweat, but she wasn’t going to give up. He looked somewhat proud as he proceeded to clap his hands together. Giving her the nod of approval so to speak.

CALVIN: Now that’s what I’m talking about... Alright now. Everyone gather around, so we can talk about today’s practice.

There was almost a sigh of relief that left Aleesha’s lips as she dropped down to one knee in order to gather her breath. All the other students that were at ringside had moved in closer. Before Aleesha found herself rolling out of the ring and limped herself on over to join in on the discussion.

* * * * *

Most of the class had gone home for the evening. Aleesha on the other hand found herself sitting there on the edge of the ring apron. Taking everything in. It had been quite the practice. She was really put through the ringer, and she was feeling it. Just as she started to slide her elbow pads off her sore arms. She was being interrupted by her trainer. Calvin plopped himself down on the apron beside her looking over at her.

CALVIN: Got a second to chat?

ALEESHA: Sure thing coach! What’s up?

CALVIN: I know you and my wife have shared some common interests lately. You’ve hung out together a few times and it sounds like you shared some stuff with her in confidence.

ALEESHA: Coach, listen I can explain...

CALVIN: Chill, it ain’t that deep.

He let a little chuckle escape his lips. Hoping it would be something to calm her nerves a little bit, but it wasn’t exactly doing that. He could still see the concerned look on her face.

CALVIN: First and foremost Aleesha. I don’t want you to think that you’re being mistreated because you’re a woman. That’s not how I do things. I would never do anything like that. I have a ton of respect for women.

ALEESHA: Well, it’s just that. Some days at practice. You’re really laying it on thick. More so with me than anyone else. And I can’t draw any other conclusion to maybe that’s why.

CALVIN: Well, that isn’t why. It’s because I see a lot of promise in you.

She just raised her eyebrow for a moment. Listening to his words, as surprising as they were to her. After all she had only been in the class for a number of months.

CALVIN: I think it’s dope you’re the only girl in the class. You show up every single training session. And even show up for open ring days. You've been here in less time than some of the people enrolled for the first class and your miles. I mean miles ahead of them. I look at the class now. It’s set to wrap up in two months and I don’t see any of them graduating, other than you. You’re the only one I think is worth it. You’re the only one that I would give my seal of approval to go out there and do their thing in a wrestling company.

ALEESHA: Wow. I don’t know what to say. Like I’m super honored, but I don't think I’m worth much. Hell, I don’t think I could handle my own in any situation outside these walls.

CALVIN: You’re allowed to be wrong. I’ll allow it, and that’s what you are. You’re very much wrong in this situation. But like I said. I am hard on you because I see so much in you. And I see much much more than the common female wrestler.

ALEESHA: Common female wrestler?

CALVIN: By that I mean. When I was a full time wrestler. There were always a bunch of girls on the roster. All of them had the same mindset. All they cared about was the cute gear. Getting the male fan’s attention. Even some of the male wrestler’s attention. They wanted the easy matches that didn’t mess up their nails or their make up. They wanted to be a wrestler just to have eyes on them, but that was it. They didn’t actually want to be a wrestler for the sake of being a wrestler. That never sat right with me. Especially being someone that was born into this business. That being said, I don’t want you to be one of those women. You’re far too talented for all of that.

At least it was making a little more sense to her. He saw a lot of promising things in her. Even if she didn’t see it in herself. It was still nice to hear. A nice confidence boost so to speak, but at the same time she was finding out she still had a lot to learn about the wrestling business. She certainly had no idea that women carried themselves like that in the business.

CALVIN: Of course, it’s all your own perspective and you’re allowed to go as far as you want with this. As well as do what you want with this when I give you the go ahead. I just happen to think you’ve got such raw hidden natural talent for everything between these ropes. I would hate to see talent like yours wasted to act like that. To talk like that. To carry yourself like that. Hell, if I’m being honest here Aleesha. You got the talent to be more than just a women’s wrestler. I think you could give a lot of men a run for their money. If that’s the approach you wanted to take.

ALEESHA: Oh, I don’t know about that. I watched a lot of wrestling as a child coach. Those guys were unbelievable then. I could only imagine how much they’ve evolved over time.

CALVIN: And you’re just as unbelievable in your own right between these ropes. All in all Aleesha, I just want you to understand. I’m not picking on you. I’m not hating on you. You being a woman has nothing to do with why I’m hard on you. I just want nothing but the best for you and see you going places. Keep all of that in mind. Keep doing what you’ve been doing. Not only will you end up being the first to ever graduate from my class, but you’re going to go on to be one of the biggest things in this business.

ALEESHA: Honestly. Thank you Coach. Thank you. I really needed to hear something like that and it means the world to me. You think so highly of me. Hopefully one day, I find that confidence in myself and hopefully I do go on to do some big things. That way this doesn’t turn out to be for nothing.

She smiled some as Calvin gave her a little pat on her back before hopping off the apron himself. He proceeded to walk away and give her a chance to reflect on everything that had just been said. Truth be told, she did have a lot to think about. In her mind she was just starting her career out in this business. She was as early as it could get and she was already being told she had a bright future. All she could do is hope and pray that in the end. It turned out to be right, because after hearing that the last thing she wanted to do was let him down or let herself down.


The days were counting down until Climax Control 365. Just a week before Aleesha had made sure she got herself some screen time and in doing so. She for better or for worse demanded that she get a chance to step into the ring. She demanded that she get a match. She demanded that she was given a chance to prove she could be meaningful and useful to the Bombshell division. It appeared that she was going to get exactly what she had demanded at Climax Control 365. And it just might’ve been a situation where she bit off more than she could chew. However, to her credit she wasn’t going to be one to back down.

Eiley...

We don’t know each other, but here very-very soon. The two of us are going to have to get up close and personal with one another. As I’m sure you’re aware at this point. The two of us are scheduled to meet in the ring this Sunday. It’ll only be just my second match in SCW. Meanwhile, this is just a normal Sunday for you. After all, at this point you’ve had plenty of chances and opportunities to get your feet wet around here. And based on the amount of research I’ve done.  You’ve not only got a chance to get those feet of yours wet.

But you’ve also had a chance to make something of yourself around these parts. Can’t hate on that. It’s called making the most of the opportunity you’ve been given week in and week out. But with that being said Eiley. I do have one question. One that I felt should have been asked a long time ago. Were you given these opportunities because you have a bright future? Or were you given these opportunities because of who you’ve got connections with? Can you truly say that you’ve gotten everything on your own?


For a moment there was a pause from Aleesha. Her words were no doubt going to cause some eyebrows to raise. People were going to be questioning where this was going to go, but thankfully. They were dealing with a woman that didn’t mind speaking her mind. Even if it might have landed her in some hot water.

Don’t take this as me being a jealous woman. Cause rest assured baby girl. You’ve got nothing that I’m jealous of. But I do have to call it like I see it. Did you get a contract here because of your talent? Or was it because your mentor just happens to be a Bombshell Legend in that of Mikah. Have you been given these opportunities that you’re getting because you’re just that damn good for one of the new girls around here? Or is it because Mikah is doing the bidding for you? So she doesn’t look bad for endorsing you? Or if it isn’t Mikah that’s doing your bidding for you.

Maybe it’s the other people you choose to associate yourselves with. Oliver and the rest of the Jet City crew. Anyone that knows how to do the research or anyone that knows that group of people have produced some names around here. Very successful names at that. Is that why you attached yourself to them? To get a free ride? Get some extra clout. Have people think you’re a big deal. Is that why you likely begged for J2H to endorse you? For people to take you for more than you actually are. Listen, I’m not one to judge.

You want to be a groupie. By all means be a groupie. You could be their glory hole for all I care. Do your thing, but at least have the lady parts to admit that's what it is. Instead of prancing around here acting as if you did it all on your own. That type of stuff isn’t going to fly with someone like me around. I’m quick to call any man or woman on their bullshit. And furthermore since it’s out and about now. I didn’t name drop who trained me. I didn’t go telling people that a former two-time SCW Heavyweight Champion taught me everything I know. No one heard me mention Calvin’s name one time. Because, I didn’t need his name or his clout to be associated with me. Never wanted anyone to think who trained me is why I’m here.

And damn sure didn’t want anyone to think that anything I may accomplish here was all because of him. So it was kept on the down-low until very recently. Which wasn’t even on me for putting out there, but it is what it is. The point is, there’s clearly a difference between the two of us. That difference being that you clearly don’t mind riding the coattails of others. You don’t mind people making poor assumptions of you. You don’t mind people saying that you haven’t earned anything on your own. And that’s kind of crazy to me. Really puts who you are into perspective.


Now whether or not Eiley mind if she was being judged or looked at in a certain light. That remained to be seen. However, it was clear at this moment. Aleesha didn’t think too much of her. That could’ve ended up playing a major factor when the two of them met up in the ring.

I got some really bad news for you sweetie, if you think that those that you are associated with are going to have some kind of effect on our little meeting come Sunday. You see Eiley, this isn’t a situation where Mama Mikah can dig deep into those pockets and pull out a wad of cash to flash in front of some eyes to get it where you’re gaining a free victory. This isn’t a situation where Mama Mikah can use her influence to try and get the match canceled or rescheduled. There’s no bit of advice that Mama Mikah can offer you that’s going to prove to be beneficiary to you. She doesn't know anything about being in the ring with someone like me.

Someone that’s got a PH-D in whoopin’ a trick when shit gets real. That woman has never gotten her hands dirty a day in her life. Much like I doubt you have, Eiley. I assure you there’s a lot more to wrestling than having a pumpkin spice latte before the show and wearing cute little outfits. At some point you gotta drop the basic white girl act and get down to business. But maybe that’s where the affiliation with Jet City and your boo thing with the fuck boi haircut. Yet, at the same time they’re in the same boat. They ain’t gonna know what to tell you or offer you to hold your own with me sugar. There is more to this business than what Mikah or that group has taught you.


Her eyes were lit up with passion when she looked forward and spoke. She almost came off as if she was being more of a mentor than an opponent at this moment. Of course, there seemed to be a reason for that. That reason being to prepare Eiley for what she was set to deal with in a few days time. Yet, it very well could be something that was just going to go in one ear and out the other.

There’s a lot more to wrestling than laying out on the beach with a little bit of gym time to have a toned and tanned body. There’s more to wrestling than having a pumpkin spice latte before the show that you didn’t have to pay for just because the person working the drive thru was a fan. There’s more to wrestling than having super cute outfits to wear in the ring and show off. There’s more to wrestling than having a couple thousand people in the stands being a simp for you. That all seems like it’s something you adore Eiley, because you love attention. But again it comes down to at some point you’re going to have to actually step between those ropes, get down to business, and show the world what you got. And sure, you can say that you’ve been getting down to business. You can say that you’ve been proving yourself. You do have some wins under your belt but have any of them truly been worth a damn? Has a single win really stood out much?

That right there. What Aleesha was putting out into the universe this particular second. It was something that could be looked at as very negative. She seemed to really be questioning Eiley’s character and her entire wrestling career - no matter how short it has been.

Your first match in the company was part of the Blast from the Past tournament. And from what it looks like. You kind of got a bad draw when it came to the tag partner, girlie. That sucks, gotta give it to you there. However what I don’t respect is how you handled that situation. You were so quick to talk about how your team was going to lose and you were so quick to be such a simp yourself for J2H. Babygirl, I don’t give two shits if someone endorses me or not. If I get put up against them, I’m not going to simp over them and I’m damn sure not going to throw in the towel just because of who they are. That is a sign of weakness. Not just that, but it shows you don’t really want it. You don’t really want that success, the fame, the fortune, or being the so-called next Greatest Bombshell as you called yourself off the rip. If you did want it, you wouldn’t have rolled over and died so quickly just because of who you were in the ring with.

That was just your first match. It was a L. Rightfully so. Doesn’t matter who took the pin fall that night. You had no passion anyway, you were bound to lose. But your second match in SCW. It still brings into question if you’ve done anything worthy of bragging about or done anything that’s stood out. Yes, you went on to pick up a win at Into The Void. Your first supercard appearance but Eiley, you beat Bea Barnhart. All due respect here, but that’s brag worthy? That’s worth adding to the resume? That’s when adding to the claim of being the NEXT Greatest Bombshell of all time? Mama, let’s be real. You didn’t do anything that ninety five percent of the Bombshell Roster hasn’t done. Bea Barnhart is like the revolving door for this division. Sooner rather than later everyone goes through her. Simply put, if you can’t beat Bea Barnhart. Then not only do you not belong in SCW, but you don’t belong in this business at all.


She once again shook her head a little bit.

Then that brings us to your next match against Ruby Steele. She’s about as new as I am. So, really that was a match that should have been a gimmie for you. You were the one with the veteran experience compared to her. You were the one that had all eyes on you. You were the one that didn’t really have anything to lose, because it was designed for you to win from the gate. And that’s what happened. You won the match. You made Ruby tap out. You did it in a pretty convincing manner, might I add. Yet, it’s still not enough to go along with your claim. It’s not enough to back up the trash you’ve been spewing. Beating up a newbie who isn’t established and doesn’t have any real foundation doesn’t do anything for you. But apparently you think it does.

And then there is your most recent match, Eiley. You know the one where you’ve had to ride the coattails of Oliver. The two of you teamed up to take on the duo of Miles Kasey and Alexandra Calaway. Now in retrospect this is your toughest match to date. After all Miles Kasey is a phenomenal talent. He’s fresh off of competing for the SCW Heavyweight Championship for crying out loud. That says quite a bit about the caliber of wrestler he is, but at the same time he was Oliver’s problem. While your problem for that match was Alexandra Calaway. A woman who has been given more chances that I can count on both hands and she forever continues to disappoint. You weren’t exactly having your abilities tested the way Oliver was.

Y’all ended up with the win though. Now you’ll get a chance to compete for the Mixed Tag Team Championships at Summer XXXTreme. To which, if we are to be honest here Eiley. If you win those straps, it’ll be because Oliver dragged you to said win. Again, I’m not jealous of you. I’m not hating on you. I’m not even trying to drag you down. Instead, I am simply seeing things for the way that they are and calling you on it. You took claim to the next Greatest Bombshell and have done absolutely nothing to prove why you should ever be considered as such. Right now, you’re just another basic bitch on the roster. If we keep it a hundred. Just another name like Kayla Richards, Dawn Warren, or even Luna Vanity. And you can’t tell me any different.


One of the worst things that can be said about someone in the wrestling business is when they’re said to just be another member on the roster. When they’re said to just be someone that is there. When they are said to be someone that doesn’t stand out or really have a purpose. Aleesha seemed to be going all out with her words. To the point that she was going this far. Doubling, tripling, and quadrupling down on her mindset.

Now the one thing you can do is attempt to prove me wrong when we see each other on Sunday night. You can step into the ring with me with your best fight face on and get those well manicured hands of yours dirty. That’s what you can do, but at the same time. I don’t think that’s what’s going to happen. Nahhh, what I think is this... You see this is just another match that is being given to you to make you look good. After all, I’m really no different than Ruby. I’m a rookie. I’m the new girl. I’m the one that’s unproven. I’m the one that’s meant to serve no real threat to you. Because of that, you’re buying into that. And that’s the worst thing you could do.

Aleesha found herself taking a couple of steps towards the recording camera at that point. Getting up close and personal. Making sure the focus was on those telling eyes of hers. She wanted to make sure this last little bit was truly heard.

Because while you’re heading into this match with that mindset. All that’s doing is putting more eyes on you in all the wrong ways. All those fans are going to be expecting you to walk through me with ease. All those people are going to expect this match to end rather quickly. Everyone is going to be expecting a win for you, Eiley. Further adding more pressure onto your shoulders and honestly that’s how I want this time. I want you to feel the pressure. I want you to feel like your back is against the wall. I want you to feel like you got the world against you. Because maybe then when you are forced to feel like that. Maybe just maybe you’ll finally dig down deep and prove what kind of wrestler you can be.

However, when it comes to me. I know what type of wrestler I am. I know what I’m going to bring to the table. I know how good I am, but also where I need to improve. I know that you can’t rely on other people and I know that when the bell rings. It’s up to you and you alone to show up and show out. That’s exactly what I intend to do. Even if none of those fans believe I can do it. Even if no one in the back believes I can do it. Even if your little group and mentor doesn’t think I can do it. And even if you yourself don’t think I can do it, Eiley. I like when the odds aren’t in my favor. Because it gives me the chance to put my chips all in on myself. Just so I can turn around and walk away with a big cash out. Ching-Ching. Aleesha is a rich biiiitch!


She proceeded to rub her fingers together at that moment. Indicating cash being put into her hands. Her smirk was starting to flash a little more confidently.

I leave you with these words ma’am. Climax Control is going to be the night your entire fantasy world that you live in comes crashing down and for the first time in your life. You’ll be forced to live in the real world. The real world isn’t always so pretty, but it’s where you belong. Just like you belong laying flat on your back looking like a fish out of water with a loss added to your name!

Aleesha took one last look at the cameras before her. Before she turned her back to them and started to walk away. Leading to the scene starting to fade out at that moment. There was a lot that had been said. A lot of perspectives had been laid out. Her opinion was very strong when it came to Eiley and she seemed very-focused on managing to not only be competition, but to also walk out with the victory. It remained to be seen how it would actually play out for both women involved, but the one thing that was for sure. This was going to be a match that made headlines.

12
Climax Control Archives / “ NEW BEGINNINGS! ”
« on: May 24, 2023, 03:01:15 AM »

Seattle, Washington had turned out to be a home away from home when it came to Aleesha. For no other reason than this just happened to be the city she was in at the time she decided to give it a shot at professional wrestling. For over a year she dedicated herself to the training that was necessary to be able to make it in the business. She remembered every bump, every bruise, every cut, every drop of sweat, and every tear she shed in the building she stood in at that exact moment. Her focus was on the ring, approaching it and placing her hand on the mat.

She had graduated less than three months ago. Despite having the permission to start taking bookings from her trainer. She hadn’t been in the ring and hadn’t had a single booking yet. Part of her was skeptical if she could do it after graduating, but a big portion of it had a lot to do with finding the right place. Finding the right fit. The last thing she wanted to do was just have a match for the wrong company or be part of a company that would have no benefit to her. Simply put Aleesha just didn’t want to jump into the first thing that became available. That didn’t end well for a lot of pro wrestlers.

But now the time had come. She signed her name to the dotted line with a SCW contract. She had introduced herself to the audience back at Into The Void and now she was set to have her first match. Once she had made the commitment it seemed that a lot was happening at once, but that was simply the nature of the business. After not being in the ring for a few months. She questioned herself just a little. Aleesha then found herself sliding into the ring from under the bottom rope. She quickly shot to her feet and sprinted towards the ropes.

Hitting them and coming forward only to drop down into a forward roll. Once she was on her feet, she hit the ropes again but this time from a forward position that allowed her to go straight into a back roll. Landing perfectly on her feet. Again Aleesha sprinted towards the ropes and hit them coming to the center for a quarter roll. Springing back to her feet and then leaping into the air for a big back bump. Instantly feeling the wind being sucked out of her as she held her breath on the way down. Something that was a big no-no. She laid there for a second gasping for air.

I haven’t done this in forever but even I know not to hold my breath, kid.

Aleesha forced herself to sit up still trying to catch her breath after knocking it out of herself. Her eyes locked on the very person that had spoken to her. Turns out it was her trainer’s wife: Alessandra and her best friend. For a second there was just a brief stare between the two.

ALESSANDRA: I have to say though. I’m more upset that you didn’t inform me you were in town than anything else. Thought we were friends and shit.

ALEESHA: We... Are...

ALESSANDRA: Mmhm. Sure sounds like it.

That’s when Alessandra found herself sliding into the ring. Hopping to her feet as she extended her hand to Aleesha. She took a hold of it before Alessandra helped her to her feet. Aleesha was still gasping a little for air. Starting to realize even the slightest amount of ring rust could be a thing.

ALEESHA: Jesus Christ. That really hurt. What the hell.

ALESSANDRA: You’re supposed to breathe! I know damn well MY Husband taught you that. You’re the first kid to graduate from this hell hole. What have you been doing? Not training?

ALEESHA: Eh... something like that.

ALESSANDRA: Oooh, I’m telling!

ALEESHA: You do know snitches get stitches right?

ALESSANDRA: I’m a former death match competitor and a full time mom now. I can surely handle anything you dish out. No way you’re harder than any of them combined.

ALEESHA: Gee thanks!

ALESSANDRA: It’s what I’m here for!

The smirk on Alessandra’s face said a lot. She was quite the smart-ass and enjoyed that quality about herself. There was just a slight eye roll from Aleesha.

ALEESHA: What are you even doing here? You almost never come down here.

ALESSANDRA: Last day of school. The kids asked the hubby to take them. He’s soft as baby shit too. So he agreed to take them. But he has a class in an hour. Asked me to open up shop. However, the better question is WHAT are YOU doing here?

ALEESHA: I just needed some reps. I wanted to be at the place that was home to get that in. I finally decided to sign a contact and they got me scheduled for my first match. Figured, I can’t go into the match with no reps. Being three months away from the ring was bad enough.

A small little shoulder shrug escaped Aleesha.

ALESSANDRA: Look, I’m not going to brow beat you. It ain’t my thing or even my place. But I watched you bust your ass in this ring for over a year. So, it doesn’t really make a lot of sense to me why one. You haven’t stayed in the ring training. And two, while it took you this long to get your first match. You got the go-ahead months ago.

ALEESHA: I know. It’s just...

ALESSANDRA: It’s just what? I don’t read minds ma’am.

ALEESHA: It’s just that I questioned myself after I graduated. I wasn’t really sure. If I had it in me or if I’d really fit in anywhere with any company. You know the typical girls being girls and being insecure.

ALESSANDRA: Nah, I wouldn’t know anything about that. I’ve never been insecure about myself.

Again, there was that smug little smirk on Alessandra’s face. She may have left the wrestling scene a long time ago. However when she was a fixture in the game. She believed in everything she did. Never wavered in confidence once. Aleesha just stood there looking at her best friend. Maybe even slightly wishing she had that type of belief in herself.

ALESSANDRA: And really, I don’t get the lack of confidence in yourself either. Out of thirty kids that were in that class a year ago. You were the only one that graduated. You were the only one that got the seal of approval. You were the only one that my husband told had it at that moment. So this sudden shake in confidence doesn’t make sense.

ALEESHA: I never said it made sense. It’s just how I was feeling. There’s a lot more pressure on me than just practicing in front of people that were at the same skill level as me. I guess this wasn’t something I really thought through when it was go-time.

ALESSANDRA: All due respect Leesha. You need to pull your head out of your ass quickly. That mindset is going to have this first match of yours turn into an entire disaster. If you are wondering how you’re going to do and if your confidence isn’t where you want it to be now. You lose this match. It’s going to take a real turn for the worst. Not to mention you only get one first impression. You blow it and you’re going to forever have people look at you in all the wrong ways.

For a second there was nothing more than silence amongst the two women. Alessandra was very much like Aleesha’s actual trainer. Blunt, forward, to the point, and didn’t really hold back. That type of training and advice wasn’t for everyone in the wrestling business. In fact a lot of people would complain and want cancel-culture to take over for the way things were put. Tough love and tough advice just wasn’t a thing nowadays because this generation was soft. Aleesha just nodded her head. Seemingly not really taking offense to what was said.

ALEESHA: I’m aware.

ALESSANDRA: If you’re aware then I expect you to get it together. Not just for me as your friend, but to know where you came from and how hard you worked to get to this point. And the only thing I’m expecting to hear from you after this debut match is how you mopped the floor with whomever this girl is.

ALEESHA: I don’t know if I can promise that I’ll ‘mop’ the floor with her. From what is being described to me. She’s a pretty talented woman, but I can promise you. That I’ve got every intention of showing up now with confidence and doing the best that I possibly can. Like you said, you only get a one time chance to make a first impression. Gotta make the most of it.

ALESSANDRA: Good.

Another smug little smirk escaped the lips of Alessandra, before she found herself rolling out of the ring and walking towards the office of the building. Leaving Aleesha standing there alone in the ring as she looked around the building for a moment. The words of her best friend really started to sink into her brain. She had given so much to this building. Given so much to her training. She had dedicated everything she had to being a professional wrestler. Not to mention, Alessandra was right. There was no reason for her to lose her confidence.

She was the only graduate out of the first class. She was the only one that was good enough to get that approval from her trainer. She was the only one that was told to start taking bookings and show the professional wrestling world who she was. What good would it do her by shooting herself in the foot before trying? What good would it do her if she didn’t go out there and at least see what happened? All the hard work and dedication would be for nothing. Something that just couldn’t happen. Understanding this, Aleesha found the motivation she needed in herself. Come her debut match, she was going to be a completely different person than who she was right this second.


Is this bitch serious right now?

Aleesha was sitting right outside of her local gym looking at her cell phone. On the screen was the first interaction she would be having with her opponent. A woman by the name of Ariana Angelos. Her tweet just rubbed Aleesha the wrong way over and over again. More than anything it was the specific line about being “unfortunate she was her next opponent”. The two didn’t even know each other and Aleesha felt like she was already trying to cut her legs out from under her. Insulting her and writing her off like she was just another person in the ring.

ALEESHA: Who the hell does she think she is? Honestly?!

Her question being asked was falling on deaf ears. As she was the only person sitting in her car, but, she was very clearly upset about the whole ordeal. Enough to talk to herself about it. In her mind she didn’t think this match was going to have any ‘beef’ or anything like that heading into it. Just a good ol’ fashion wrestling match. Something for her to get her feet wet in SCW and see where she stood. Now she was going to have to head into that match with a completely different approach. She proceeded to just close out of the app and open the door to her vehicle.

Aleesha started to march right up the front doors of the gym. It was late enough that she didn’t have to deal with a lot of people. She was fond of getting those late night workouts in. And after seeing what she had just seen. She really had to get a good pump in to get that negative energy out of her. Through the front doors she walked as she headed right for the leg press machine. She was reached into her pockets and started to pull out her headphones. However she was quickly approached by one of the other few people in the gym. Blonde woman, petite. Looked like she was there just for an instagram photo op.

BECKY: Excuse me. This is my machine.

ALEESHA: Huh?

BECKY: I didn’t stutter. I said this is my machine. You need to move on to something else. I really don’t like repeating myself twice.

Aleesha just stopped what she was doing as far as putting her headphones in. She started to look all around herself and the machine. With a puzzled expression all over her face as she did so. The woman that approached her just stood there. Hands on her hips, looking a little annoyed.

BECKY: What are you looking for?

ALEESHA: Oh, I’m just trying to find who the fuck you think you’re talking to like that!

All of a sudden Aleesha’s eyes locked right on the woman. The expression on her face said it all. She was not happy. Her night was not getting any better and it was turning into the most sour night she could have pretty quickly.

ALEESHA: Seems like today is the day that people want to try me. Talk to me out of pocket. Talk to me with disrespect when they don’t know me or what I’m capable of.

BECKY: I don’t care to know you or what you’re capable of. I said this is my damn machine!

ALEESHA: Oh you’re about to care when I snatch all every strand of hair out of your head!

The woman had quite the shocked expression on her face. Especially when Aleesha started to approach her, but luckily for the woman before things could get out of hand. The owner of the gym was quick to step between the two after overhearing their conversation. Holding Aleesha while looking right at the woman that had approached her to begin with.

MARK: Becky, do me a favor and walk away.

BECKY: But I just...

MARK: I said walk away, please!

Although she wasn’t happy. She had turned herself around and started to stomp away. Leaving the two alone. Mark lowering his hands and sternly looking at Aleesha.

MARK: You know I can’t have you in here acting like this.

ALEESHA: She started the whole thing!

MARK: I don’t care who started it. I can’t have you in here roughing up members of my gym and messing with my business. This isn’t this pro wrestling crap that you've been involved in. It’s fake and has got you acting some type of way tonight.

ALEESHA: If it’s so fake, then why did you get involved huh? I shouldn’t be able to handle myself in a real fight by that account.

She was eyeballing the gym owner with some serious glare. This wasn’t exactly the first time she had an incident in the gym. Deep down Aleesha may have been a sweet girl, but disrespect wasn’t something she tolerated. Not after being involved with so many toxic relationships in her young life. She was very much about standing up for herself in any situation she was in.

ALEESHA: I’ve just had it with people thinking they can talk to me however they want and there won’t be any consequences for their actions.

MARK: Sounds like to me you’re just having a bad day. And I can’t have you in here acting like that. This is a business. You need to check whatever is going on in your life at the door before you come in here. Since, you can’t do that. I’m going to have to ask you to leave the gym for the night.

ALEESHA: Of course you are.

MARK: Look...

ALEESHA: Nah, you look. When I come back next week. I’ll be sure to bring the tape with me so you can show blondie over there what I did to a woman that decided to talk to me how she felt she wanted. Maybe, it’ll teach her a lesson to never approach me again. And maybe teach you a lesson in just how unfake professional wrestling is!

She didn’t bother to say another word. Aleesha turned herself around and began to storm out of the gym with how quickly she had stormed into it. Heading right back for her vehicle. Now when she thought about it. She shouldn’t have let a single tweet from Ariana get under her skin so bad it changed her mindset. That one tweet shouldn’t have put her in such a bad mood that she was willing to fight people in the gym. It shouldn’t have that type of effect on her that it changed her personality. But she went from not having confidence in herself a few days ago to regaining it to not having some try to disrespect her and strip that confidence away. This match was going to turn out to be way more interesting than originally thought or even perceived.


Diary Entry #1
March 23rd, 2023

NEW BEGINNINGS!

I remember when I was a young girl. I did this all the time. I kept a diary or a journal. Whatever you wanted to call it. I wrote down my most personal thoughts. Things that I didn’t feel like I could share with my parents or my friends. Things that I didn’t think needed to be out in the world at the time. Even things that I was dealing with on such a personal level that it likely would have benefited me more if I went to a therapist, but when you're ten years old with old school parents. It wasn’t like they would have listened. Let alone take you. Anyway, I’m starting a new chapter in my life. It isn’t like I’ve got a lot of friends or anything to go to right now. To even begin to talk about some of the things I’m going to. So, why not try this again? It was helpful back then. Surely, it would be helpful as an adult right?

Ever since I found out that I was actually going to have my first professional wrestling match. I’ve been going through so many different emotions. At first panic set in and I started to think I didn’t have it in me. All of my confidence seemed to leak right out of me once the match was made. I started to think about how I hadn’t been in a ring in three months. Zero training before this match was booked. Then I started to think back about all the training I had done to even get me to this point. Making me question if I was even ready. Making me question if I should have been allowed to graduate professional wrestling school. And leading to me thinking that me signing my first contract to a major wrestling promotion might have been the biggest mistake I ever made.

After all, it isn't like wrestling school prepares you for that kind of thing. They prepare you to be physically ready and to have the tools to be a success in a company, but they certainly don’t teach you the mental aspect of it. Not to mention it isn’t like they tell you that you’re going to go through some self doubt. Hell, that’s probably just more of my undiagnosed anxiety playing a factor more than anything. Thanks to a talk with Alessandra though. I kind of felt myself finding that confidence again. She did point out some things to me that I wasn’t really able to think about with the clouded mindset. Although, I feel like I got the confidence in myself back. And with those things being pointed out to remind myself of how far I’ve come to be in this position. I won’t know how that’s going to affect me until the match happens.

I may get to Reno on Sunday Night. Stand across from the ring from my opponent and suddenly lose it all. I really hope that isn’t the case, but at the same time it is a very real possibility. That being said I’m starting to realize that maybe I’m allowing myself to become way more emotionally invested than I should. It took a single tweet from Ariana to make me lose my cool. Like it put me in such a bad mood, it made me willing to fight some random Becky with the good hair in the gym. That’s not really like me and kind of goes against my personality all the way. Now I can take the blame for that. Like, I said maybe I’m too emotionally invested. Now that this big moment is coming up. It’s got me just everywhere with my thoughts and emotions. But at the same time I felt slighted. I felt disrespected.

I felt like this girl was trying to discredit me right off the rip. All because she’s got something going on in her world. Causing her to be angry and feel some type of way. I’ve always been taught that projecting your anger and your negative energy onto someone else is going to come back at you ten fold. It might not be something you can handle. That’s why I try not to be that kind of person. Anger and negativity just isn’t my thing, but she got that out of me with the way she went about things and the way she talked about me. Now that my cage has been rattled. I feel like losing isn’t an option and I feel like I have to teach Ariana a lesson. She’s never going to forget. Even if that means I have to comprise who I am as an individual and that just doesn’t sit right with me.

Cause, I am more than sure that this isn’t going to be the first time someone’s going to rattle my cage and imply the same thing that Ariana implied. It may even be worse the next time out. And if I’m going to act like this every single time. I’m no fool, it’s going to lead to a lot of issues and it’s going to lead to a not so successful wrestling career. I just have to find it in me to find a way to let that kind of stuff go. Not let it bother me. Not let it change who I am while at the same time meeting the challenge head on. At this point I just have to let this one play out. She wants to come into our match angry. I guess, I’ll meet her with that same energy. If it doesn’t end well for her. She’s really got no one to blame.

All in all, even though it’s been a wild week for emotions. I’m still pretty excited for these new beginnings. I’ll never know how far I can go in this business until I try. The whole purpose when, I got into it was because it was the one thing that brought me joy as a child. And while it does bring me joy now. I realize that it’s a different ball game from being a seven year old watching it with my grandmother. There’s going to be a lot on the line. I am going to have to rise to the occasion every single night. Much like I’ll be met with a new challenge every single night but I’m all for it. Can’t wait to see how these new beginnings go.


xoxo
Aleesha


Ever since Aleesha had arrived in Reno. In the back of her mind she knew that she was going to have to cut that very first proper promo. That one that was really going to suck everyone in and sell the match. Also it had been something that she was regretting. Even when she was training, it was a regret. She didn’t think she was very good at the talking part of things. Yet, that’s because at the time people wanted her to be a “specific” character. However when she was allowed to be just herself. Things were slightly different. That’s what people got to see at Into The Void and that’s what people would get a chance to see now. With the cameras on.

May 28th, 2023.

It will be the day that goes down in my own personal history. For that is the date I’ll step into the ring for the very first time. Under my very first contracted company. Against my very first opponent ever. There are a lot of firsts in that statement, but I have to be honest. I couldn’t be more excited. Sure, it’s nerve racking. The pressure is without a doubt on, but at the same time this is what I signed up for. This is what I’ve been dreaming of ever since I graduated from my wrestling school. Way I see it, no matter the outcome on that night. I’m going to feel accomplished either way.

But...

With that being said, I feel like I have to address the woman I’lll be standing across the ring with. A woman by the name of Ariana Angelos. The Greek Angel herself. That’s quite the first opponent when you think about things. Considering I’m smart enough to do my research and smart enough to understand what I am getting myself into. Far too many people in wrestling are quick to write someone off. So quick to say they don’t matter. So quick to make them seem as if they are useless. It’s actually quite pathetic when you think about it. I’m not that type of gal. I wanted to know what I was in for at Climax Control and by the looks of it. It’s going to be a challenge.


There was a little brief pause on her end. Something to add a little suspense to her words, but also giving her that brief little break she needed to get her words in order. What was to come next was surely to get the attention of her opponent. Her painted lips had a slight curve to them with a smile while she spoke up.

Ariana has made quite the name for herself on the roster. Not to mention at one point was quite the impressive Bombshell Roulette Champion. I have to give credit where credit is due with that. It’s one thing to be good enough to win a championship. It’s also one thing to retain a championship. But it’s a completely different thing. Almost a situation where it’s impossible to prepare for retaining or winning a championship in a match you’ve got no idea what the stipulation is going to be until literal minutes before hitting the ring. Take away the fact that I’m new. I don’t know if I’d thrive well with that type of pressure.

So kudos to you, Ariana!

Of course, that was a little bit ago. Been a minute since you’ve held gold around your waist, but that doesn’t make you any less of a competitor. Not by any means. Considering your track record speaks for itself. You’re still someone that shows up every week. You’re still someone that meets every challenge head on. You’re someone that doesn’t let a single loss alter your mindset or the way you go about things. You keep giving it everything you’ve got when you step between those ropes. I mean after all there’s a reason why you’re fresh off of a Bombshell World Championship match.

Being a true fighter in this business goes a long way with me. The night that I first showed my face to the Sin City Wrestling audience. I talked about how a lot of women were looked down upon in this business. For things I didn’t think were right. Based on how they dressed, and so on and so forth. But I won’t defend any judgment being passed upon them. If they’re someone that doesn’t take this business seriously. If they’re a woman that isn’t going to fight. After all, I saw so many girls enter the same class that I had entered when I began training. In the end I was the only one left after a month.

They didn’t want to fight. They didn’t want to give it their all. They thought it was easy and found out the hard way that it was in fact not. Leading to their exit, so long story short. I respect someone that keeps fighting and keeps giving it their all. Even when things might not be going the way they planned or envisioned. But with that being said Ariana. Even though you’ve been a fighter and even though you have given it your all. Sometimes coming up short - especially if it’s time and time again. It does start to have an effect on your mental state. And it does begin to wear you down just a little.

NOT TO MENTION...

When you find yourself becoming emotionally invested in something. It really changes your mindset. Now... I'm not really one to engage in drama. I don’t see the point of it. And if it hasn’t got anything to do with me. I like to keep my nose out of it. I’m a very to myself type of woman as far as that stuff goes. But, it has been made pretty clear to me that you’ve got a little bit of drama surrounding you, Ariana. It appears that you’ve got some issues with a former friend. Sounds like it runs pretty deep. It has you pretty emotionally invested. So much in fact that you decided to take a little shot at me on social media.


If Ariana really thought that their brief little interaction on twitter was just going to be swept under the wrong as if it wasn’t a big deal. She had another thing coming her way, it was as simple as that. Because the entire change shift in what was meant to be just a good match between two women was because of that one interaction. Aleesha’s eyes narrowed while she continued.

You may not take it as a shot, but I did. Telling me that it is unfortunate that my debut just happens to be against you when you’ve got all that you’ve got going on taking place. Talking about just how pissed off you are in the situation. More or less Ariana, I took that as you writing me off. As Michael Jordan said on The Last Dance, It became personal to me. I’m not just going to let you talk down on me. I’m not going to let you sell me short. I’m not going to let you seem bigger than me just because you’ve got a little chip on your shoulder with your issues. So, I let that be known.

And giiiiirl, I couldn’t contain my laughter when it seemingly set you off. You were quick to snap when I told you to pull your head out of the drama. Even quicker to tell me that you might personally be seeing to it that I don’t even make it to my second match under the Sin City Wrestling umbrella. With all due respect mama. I don’t think you got that type of energy in you. You may be a talented girl, but you aren’t talented enough to put me on the shelf. You aren’t talented enough to end my career before it truly begins. Don’t care how big that chip is on your shoulder or how angry you claim to be.

And honestly, where do you even get off writing me off the way you did?


Aleeshad had the slightest little arch in her eyebrow. She didn’t seem to be backing down from the fact that there was going to be a little bit of a series conflict between the two when they met in the ring.

All due respect Ariana. You don’t know anything about me other than my name and the fact we’re set to compete against each other at Climax Control. You don’t know where I have come from. You don’t know what I have been through. You don’t know what type of training I have. You don’t know any of that stuff but you’re so confident to write me off which is odd to me. Because, one of the very first things I was taught in this wrestling business was to never underestimate your opponent. Especially when you really didn’t even know who they were. Seems like that was something you should have been taught as well.

However, I guess not every single wrestling school teaches the same thing. Though as much as you like to remind people what gym you trained at. You make it sound like it is something of importance. A real significant school and if that isn’t something that they trained you. Then, I’d be asking for my money back because they have already failed you. But with all of that being said, I never once had the intention of writing you off. Even without doing my research to see what I was up against. I wouldn’t have disrespected you like that as an opponent. You deserved better, just like I deserved better.


While keeping those eyes of hers locked on the cameras before her. She nodded her head just a little bit. Of course everything that was coming out of her mouth was subjective. Much like everything that had come out of Ariana’s mouth leading to this match was subjective. The only thing that really mattered is when the two of them met each other in the ring. Which would be here before either of them knew it.

In the end though, what’s done is done. But I do have to question something though Ariana. A little food for thought if you will...

Something for you to really sink your teeth into. If you’re going out of your way to make me seem like a non-factor. If your rage within you is so deep and it’s so intensified that it’s going to make sure I don’t have a chance. If you’re out here telling all of the SCW fans. I simply do not stand a chance against you in a roundabout way. Selling me as if I’m just a complete waste of space. A complete piece of garbage. What happens when I upset you? What happens when I pin your shoulders to the mat? What happens when I’m the one that gets my hand raised in victory?

All that burying you did of me. Now holds no value and everything you said about me now reflects on you. It makes you look bad. It makes you look like the trashcan you tried to paint me to be. You’re already struggling to get back to the top of the mountain here in Sin City Wrestling. Why would you go out of your way to make it harder for yourself? Because, if I’m being honest with you here, girlfriend. If I end up beating you and all of this projects on you. You’re not going to be able to bounce back from it. In fact, it’s going to be a pretty bad stigma that haunts you for the rest of your career.

At first, I thought it would be a great challenge for me and help me find my place in the Bombshell Division. Therefore I was really looking forward to the match and looking forward to the two of us tearing it down in the opening. Making every person that went out after us be forced to follow the standard we set at the beginning of the night. But things have changed. I’m still very much looking forward to the match. Just not from a respectful standpoint. Not from a let’s have a good match standpoint. Not from a let’s tear the house down standpoint.

No, I’m now looking forward to the match. Because, I cannot wait to make you eat your words. I cannot wait to expose you in front of the Sin City Wrestling audience. I cannot wait to prove that the name Aleesha is going to end up meaning far more than the name Ariana Angelos when our careers are said and done. To which you’ve got no one to blame but yourself for my approach and for how I am sure things are going to turn out in the end. I just hope that for your own sanity. This rage that consumes you brings you some type of satisfaction even when you get your shoulders pinned to the mat or in the end all of this will be for nothing for you.

Ariana, I look forward to being the ‘rook’ that gives you the eye opening you desperately need! See you on Sunday, chicka.


Taking one last look at the cameras. Aleesha gave them a little wink. One that was full of confidence in herself, but also one that seemed to have sarcasm to it. Like one last little slide shade towards Ariana. The little bit that Aleesha had said on her mixed with what had already been said on Ariana’s end. Made for this first time match up between the two for an interesting concept and was going to have more eyes on it than it may have originally had. A lot was riding on the line for both of them. Aleesha was trying to make sure she had a great debut and made quite the first impression. All while Ariana herself was trying to get back on track and prove herself. Needless to say, this was going to be a very competitive match all around for both parties.

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