Lost it All
Little Mermaid Statue
Copenhagen, Denmark

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t you?”

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

“And now?” She looked up at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Neither am I.”

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

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

“All the time.”

“And?”

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

She chuckled. “Fair point.”

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

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

He looked at her curiously. “How so?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So what now?” LJ asked.

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

He smiled. “And tomorrow?”

She smirked. “Tomorrow, we will fight.”

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

---

If the Truth Hurts
Little Mermaid Statue
Copenhagen, Denmark

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

She wasn’t alone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And just like that, something clicked.

The walls came down.

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

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

She stopped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then, quieter, to herself:

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

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

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

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

She laughed as the scene faded to black.

---

The Devils in the Details
Tivoli Gardens
Copenhagen, Denmark

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another step.

“I see through it. Always have.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her hands clenched at her sides.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her voice dropped to a growl.

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

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

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

A beat.

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

She stepped back from the carousel, eyes burning now.

“You should’ve stayed gone.”

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

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

She bared her teeth.

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

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

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

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

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

“So let me get this right....”

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

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

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

“I..I almost forgot about that.”

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

“Admirable, I will give you that.”

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

“Oh thanks for that.”

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

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

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

“At least let me say hello.”

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

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

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

“Hey!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She shook her head.

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

She took another look up at LJ.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lessons in The Industry
Queenslayers Blog
Las Vegas, Nevada

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

See you all in the ring.

Your Queenslayer,
Alexandra

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Bonding Time and Rollercoaster Rides
Belmont Park
Santa Cruz, California

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Having fun?"

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

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

"She’s calling us out, Angel."

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

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

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

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

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

"I win! You totally screamed, Mom!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alexandra and LJ exchange amused glances before nodding.

"Carousel it is. Let’s go."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was the start of something new, a promise.

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

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Déjà Vu
Sunset Cliffs
San Diego, California

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She runs a hand through her hair, exhaling sharply.

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

She leans forward, her eyes narrowing.

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

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

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

United Front
Calaway Estate
Dallas, Texas

The soft hum of rain filled the Calaway Estate as Alexandra curled up on the corner of the couch, her legs tucked beneath her. Her gaze drifted out the window, watching droplets race down the glass. The dim lighting of the room softened the sharp angles of her face, but the tension in her jaw betrayed the storm brewing within her. The Christmas tree shimmered in the corner and Ashlynn was asleep in her bed upstairs, leaving the couple to have a silent moment together. LJ entered the living room, carrying two steaming mugs of tea. His easy smile faltered when he saw her expression. Setting the mugs on the coffee table, he eased down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice warm and grounding. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Alexandra exhaled sharply through her nose, tilting her head to rest against his shoulder. “Just… thinking about everything. Logan, Brooke, their stupid antics. It’s exhausting.” She leaned into his embrace.

LJ’s arm tightened around her. “What happened this time?”

She sat up, turning to face him fully. Her gray eyes were stormy, her brows furrowed. “Brooke called me a cougar. Again. This time she decided to say it with her whole chest. She’s relentless, LJ. It’s like she’s made it her mission to remind me how much older I am than you.”

LJ sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair. “That’s not even clever. It’s just obnoxious.”

Alexandra gave him a weak smile. “It’s not clever, but it’s effective. She knows how to get under my skin.”

“She doesn’t know you, Alexandra,” LJ said firmly. “She only knows what she wants to see—what fits her narrative. None of that changes who you are or what we have.”

“I know that,” Alexandra said, her voice dropping. “But it’s not just Brooke. Logan’s worse. He’s manipulative, LJ. He’s always lurking, always scheming. If they keep this up, it’s going to escalate. I can feel it.”

LJ leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His jaw tightened as he stared at the floor, processing her words. “Logan’s a piece of work, but I’m not letting him or Brooke dictate our lives. We’ve dealt with their nonsense before, and we can do it again.”

“But how far will they go?” Alexandra asked, her voice tinged with frustration. “You’ve seen what they’re capable of. Brooke’s snide comments are one thing, but Logan… he’s dangerous. He thrives on chaos.”

LJ turned to her, his dark eyes steady and filled with quiet resolve. “I don’t care what they throw at us. I love you, Alexandra. Nothing—not Brooke, not Logan, not their petty games—is going to change that.”

Her lips parted as if to protest, but LJ held up a hand to stop her.

“No, listen to me,” he continued. “Do you think I’d be here if I cared about the age difference? If I cared what people like Brooke think?” He shook his head. “None of that matters to me. What matters is you. Us.”

Alexandra blinked back the sting of tears. “It’s not just about us, LJ. They’re trying to isolate me, to make me feel like I don’t belong. And sometimes…” She hesitated, her voice faltering. “Sometimes, it works.”

LJ’s expression softened, and he reached for her hand. His thumb brushed over her knuckles, a soothing gesture. “You do belong. With me, with the people who truly care about you. Brooke’s just jealous, and Logan’s bitter. That’s their problem, not yours.”

Alexandra let out a shaky laugh. “Jealous? Of what?”

LJ smirked. “Of you, obviously. You’re smart, successful, stunning—and you’ve got me.” He winked, trying to coax a smile out of her.

Despite herself, Alexandra chuckled. “You’re insufferable.”

“But you love me for it,” he teased, leaning in to nuzzle her cheek.

"I love you, it's true." She swatted at him playfully, but her smile lingered. “But you’re impossible.”

“I’m serious, though,” LJ said, his tone softening. “You’re not alone in this. Whatever Brooke and Logan try, we’ll face it together. They don’t get to define us.”

Alexandra looked at him, her heart swelling with gratitude and love. “How do you always manage to say the right thing?”

LJ shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Talent, I guess.”

She rolled her eyes, but her smile was genuine. “Thank you, LJ. For being you. For always being in my corner.”

“Always,” he promised, pulling her into a warm embrace.

For a moment, the rain outside was the only sound, a soothing backdrop to their quiet connection. Alexandra closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the safety of his arms. She didn’t know what Brooke and Logan’s next move would be, but for now, she allowed herself to believe that together, they could weather any storm.

“You know,” Alexandra said after a long pause, her voice soft. “When people bring up the age difference… sometimes it’s hard not to let it get to me. It’s not that I doubt us, but I worry what others see. Like they’re just waiting for us to fail.”

LJ pulled back slightly, his hands resting on her shoulders as he looked into her eyes. “Let them wait. They’ll be waiting forever, Alexandra. What we have is real, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Do you know why the age difference doesn’t bother me?”

“Why?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Because it doesn’t define who we are. You’re not just older than me. You’re wiser, more experienced, and you’ve taught me so much about life and love. And I hope… I hope I bring something to your life too. Something that makes this worth it.” He looked around the room and then motioned to the two of them.

Alexandra’s throat tightened. “You bring everything to my life, LJ. You remind me to laugh when I’m too serious, to see the good when all I can see is the bad. You make me feel… alive. Like I’m not just surviving, but actually living.”

“Then we’re perfect for each other,” LJ said with a grin. “Because that’s exactly what you do for me. You keep me grounded, remind me of what’s important. You’re my rock, Alexandra. And no amount of snide comments or judgmental looks is going to change that.”

She cupped his face in her hands, her smile trembling with emotion. “How did I get so lucky?”

“We both did,” he said simply, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

The rain continued to patter against the windows as they sat together, united against the challenges ahead.

After a few moments of silence, Alexandra pulled back slightly, her expression shifting. “There’s something else on my mind,” she admitted.

“What is it?” LJ asked, his brow furrowing with concern.

She sighed, running a hand through her dark hair. “Alicia Lukas. I have to face her soon. And LJ… she’s one of the toughest competitors out there. The last time we met, she made it painfully clear that she has zero respect for me. She doesn’t think I belong in the same ring as her.”

LJ’s jaw tightened. “She’s wrong.”

“Maybe. But she’s good, LJ. Really good. And that’s not just me being self-critical. She’s a powerhouse, and she knows it. Facing her isn’t just about proving her wrong; it’s about proving to myself that I can stand toe-to-toe with someone like her.”

LJ reached out, cupping her face gently. “You can. You will, you've continuously done it. You’ve worked hard to get where you are, and you’ve got the skills and determination to back it up. Alicia Lukas may be tough, but she’s not unbeatable. And she’ll see that when she faces you.”

Alexandra closed her eyes briefly, leaning into his touch. “I hope you’re right.”

“I know I’m right,” LJ said with conviction. “You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. And no matter what Alicia or anyone else thinks, you’ve earned your place. Don’t let anyone make you doubt that.”

She opened her eyes, meeting his steady gaze. His unwavering belief in her bolstered her resolve, and for the first time that evening, she felt a spark of confidence returning. “Thank you,” she said softly.

“Always,” LJ replied with a small smile.

The rain continued to patter against the windows as they sat together, united against the challenges ahead. The Christmas tree sparkling on a cold winter night in Texas.

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I do this shit for the love of the Game
Las Vegas Strip
Las Vegas, Nevada

The camera fades in slowly, its lens capturing the gleaming neon lights of the Las Vegas Strip as they flicker in their vibrant colors, casting a mesmerizing glow against the night sky. It’s a dazzling spectacle, a constant flurry of motion, energy, and life. The city is alive with the buzz of excitement, the hum of anticipation, and the electricity of possibility.

From this height, the world below looks almost like a living thing—a pulse that never slows, a rhythm that never ceases. The sounds of laughter and conversation from below merge with the distant hum of cars and taxis, making it feel like the heart of the world itself beats in perfect synchrony. It’s as if everything in this city is connected by an invisible thread, and it all converges at this one moment.

And on the balcony of a high-rise resort, watching all of this unfold, stands Alexandra. Her figure is poised, yet there’s a certain power in the way she stands, something undeniable about the quiet confidence that radiates from her. She’s dressed in a black leather jacket that fits her like a second skin, tight jeans, and boots that click against the floor with each purposeful step. She is a woman who carries herself with the kind of grace that demands attention, even in the midst of all this noise and grandeur.

The wind ruffles her dark hair, the strands moving gently around her sharp features, but it does nothing to disturb the laser focus in her gray eyes. Alexandra’s gaze is steady, unwavering, and there’s something in the way she looks at the city, at the lights, at the endless possibilities below, that reveals a deep connection to this moment. She isn’t just a part of the spectacle—she is the spectacle. The camera lingers on her face, capturing every flicker of emotion as she watches the world below. It’s clear: this moment, this place, these lights—they all mean something to her.

With a deliberate motion, Alexandra turns towards the camera, locking her gaze onto the lens as if she knows exactly who is watching—and why they’re watching. There is a calculated air about her, as if every move she makes is designed to command attention. Her lips part, and her voice comes out low, measured, yet firm.

“Las Vegas,” she begins, her voice cutting through the noise like a blade slicing through air. “The city of risk, the city of reward. This city, this place—this is where people come to take chances, to push the boundaries of what’s possible, to stake everything on one roll of the dice. But here’s the thing about this city,” she continues, her voice turning more deliberate. “It isn’t just about luck. No, it’s about skill. It’s about preparation. And most importantly… it’s about the will to keep going, no matter what.”

She pauses, allowing the weight of her words to settle. Alexandra’s eyes narrow slightly as she gazes out over the Strip. The neon lights illuminate her face, but it’s her presence that steals the spotlight. Her words carry the force of someone who has fought through every battle, overcome every obstacle, and faced every doubt head-on. She is a force to be reckoned with, and the city below, for all its glitz and glamour, is just the backdrop to what’s about to unfold.

“This week,” she says, her voice gaining momentum as she steps closer to the railing, “I’m taking a gamble of my own.” She smirks slightly. “Not on luck. Not on chance. But on skill. On preparation. On pure determination.”

Her words aren’t just empty bravado. There’s a depth to them, a knowing weight that suggests this isn’t the first time Alexandra has been counted out, underestimated, or written off. She’s been here before. She’s faced the odds before. And each time, she’s come back stronger. This time will be no different. Her fingers curl around the cool metal of the balcony’s railing, her knuckles turning white as she grips it tightly. She leans into the railing just enough for the camera to catch the fire in her eyes, the flicker of intensity that can only be born from someone who’s lived through the kind of struggles that would break most people.

“Alicia Lukas,” she says, her tone suddenly shifting—darker, sharper. “A name that carries weight. A legacy that demands respect.” Her lips curl into a faint smile, but there’s no warmth in it. “I won’t deny it. You’ve earned your place in this business. You’ve built a career that’s nothing short of legendary. You’re tough. You’re a former champion. But here’s the thing, Alicia,” Alexandra continues, her voice steady but tinged with contempt. “Toughness doesn’t intimidate me. In fact, it fuels me. If you remember I also too am a former champion. A two time Bombshell Roulette Champion here, with multiple other accolades elsewhere.”

Her tone drops further, her gaze growing more intense with each passing second. “The last time we met,” she says, her voice becoming colder, almost accusing. “It wasn’t just you and me in the ring. It was a triple threat match. And neither of us walked away with the win. That loss…” She pauses, clenching her jaw as her gaze hardens. “That loss stuck with me, Alicia. Not because I didn’t get my hand raised. No. It stuck because I knew in that moment… that I hadn’t done enough. I hadn’t done enough to prove, to show you or anyone else that I’m every bit as good as my name suggests.”

Her eyes burn with the weight of that past failure. She stares ahead, the city lights below reflecting in her gaze, as if to remind her that even in the midst of failure, there is always a way forward. Her hand tightens around the railing as she continues.

“But this time?” She tilts her head slightly, her expression becoming more resolute. “This time, there are no distractions. No third wheel. It’s just you and me, Alicia. And while you might think you know what you’re walking into, let me make one thing crystal clear: I am not the same woman you faced before.” She pauses, taking a step forward, her voice rising in intensity. “I’ve taken every ounce of frustration, every insult, every setback, and I’ve turned it into fuel. And that fuel?” She smirks. “It’s going to burn hotter than anything you’ve ever seen.”

The camera closes in slightly, capturing the depth of her conviction. Alexandra steps back, her form against the backdrop of the shimmering city making her seem almost otherworldly. Her presence is overpowering. Every word she speaks carries the weight of someone who’s lived through struggles, faced doubts, and overcome obstacles. She isn’t just talking about a fight. She’s talking about everything she’s been through to get here. And that struggle, that fire inside her, is undeniable.

“People love to say that Alicia Lukas is untouchable,” she says, her voice laced with both respect and challenge. “That she’s the gold standard. And for a long time, I bought into that narrative. I let it shape me. I let it dictate how I saw myself here in Sin City Wrestling” She laughs softly, almost bitterly. “But the thing about narratives, Alicia, is that they can be rewritten. And this week? This week, I’m taking the pen in my hands and writing a new chapter.”

Her eyes narrow again, the focus sharpening as she steps closer to the camera. The lights of Las Vegas pulse around her, but her attention is unwavering. “You hate me, don’t you?” she says, her voice softening for a moment, almost as though she’s reflecting on something deeply personal. “I’ve spent a lot of time wondering why. Why the disdain? Why the vitriol? Why the anger?” She shakes her head slightly. “And then it hit me. It’s not about anything I’ve said or done. It’s about what I represent. Perseverance. Resilience. The ability to keep getting back up no matter how many times I’ve been knocked down.”

Her lips curl into a smile, one that’s equal parts defiance and understanding. “And that, Alicia? That’s something you can’t stand. You’ve built your career on ending people. On being the final nail in the coffin for anyone who dared to stand in your way. But me?” She pauses, her gaze narrowing to a laser point. “No matter how many times I’ve been written off, no matter how many people have tried to end me… I’ve refused to stay down.”

She steps back, allowing the camera to capture her full form, her posture straight and unyielding. “And that drives you insane, doesn’t it?” she continues, her voice now almost taunting. “Because for all your dominance, for all your accolades, for all your accomplishments… you can’t figure out how to break me. And that? That scares you. It shakes you to your core, doesn’t it?”

She lets the words hang in the air, a slow, deliberate silence filling the space before she speaks again, her voice low and intense. “And I’m okay with that. I’m okay with being your nightmare. But let’s make one thing perfectly clear, Alicia.” Her eyes flash with a sudden, piercing intensity. “You don’t have to respect me. But after this match? After everything I’m about to put you through? You’re damn sure going to acknowledge me. And then I can go off and have a beautiful Christmas with my family.”

Her voice lowers again, becoming more personal, more dangerous. “Because when that bell rings, and we’re standing face-to-face in that ring, it won’t be about legacies or reputations. It won’t be about who’s the toughest or who’s got the most accolades. It’ll be about who wants it more. And I promise you, Alicia… NO ONE… NO ONE wants this more than I do.”

Her face hardens as she pivots, her attention shifting toward the camera once more.

“But let’s not forget the other players in this story,” she continues, her tone suddenly colder, more cutting. “Logan and Brooke. The dynamic duo of dysfunction. You two think you’re clever, don’t you?” She shakes her head, a low laugh escaping her lips. “Logan, you’ve made it your mission to undermine me at every turn. Spreading your poison, trying to plant seeds of doubt wherever you can. But let me tell you something, Logan: Poison only works if you let it seep in, if you let it get under your skin.” She smirks, her voice dripping with disdain. “And I’ve built up an immunity to your brand of toxicity.”

She pauses, her gaze growing more intense as she speaks directly into the camera, her voice a growl. “You think you’ve got power, Logan? You think you two have got the upper hand?” She shakes her head, a bitter chuckle escaping her. “But you don’t. You never did. And you never will.”

Turning her attention toward Brooke, Alexandra's lips curl into a sneer. "And you, sweetheart, little Brookie pie? Let’s talk about you for a second. Calling me a cougar?” She laughs coldly. “Really? That’s the best you’ve got? It’s almost laughable. But here’s the reality: While you’re busy throwing petty insults, I’m out here building a legacy. One match at a time. And if you think for one second that your words are going to shake me, you’re even more delusional than I thought. Besides, sweetheart, remember you became a manager, because you couldn’t hack it in the ring.”

She pauses, the silence heavy before she speaks again, her voice laced with menace. "I’ve spent time wondering why you two focus on me. Why you feel the need to attack me, undermine me. But I’ve come to a conclusion: you can’t stand that I’m everything you’re not. You can’t stand that I’m going to always be one step ahead of both of you. You can’t stand that no matter what you do, no matter how much you try to tear me down, I keep rising. You’re both scared of me, of LJ and I. And that’s why you can’t stop talking about us. Alicia is very much the same kind of person. But maybe you two can learn from what’s about to happen to her.”

She turns back to face the camera again, the lights of Las Vegas swirling in her eyes as she finishes her words.

"But let’s not lose focus. This week isn’t about Logan or Brooke. It’s about Alicia. It’s about me proving, once and for all, that I belong in the upper echelon of Sin City Wrestling. People love to bet against me. To count me out before the match even begins. But here’s a little advice for everyone watching: I do this shit for the love of the game."

Her voice grows softer, more introspective, as she takes a moment to let her words settle.

"I know what’s at stake. I know the risks. And I know the odds aren’t in my favor. But that’s the beauty of it, isn’t it? Nothing worth having comes easy. And this match? This fight? It’s worth everything.”

She steps back from the railing, her gaze lingering on the city for a moment before turning back to the camera one last time.

"So, Alicia," she says, her voice steady but fierce, "bring your best. Bring everything you’ve got. Because I’m ready. And when the dust settles, when the smoke clears, and my hand is raised in victory, there’s one thing you’ll remember… always bet on Alexandra. Now if you’ll excuse me.. I have a hot young boyfriend waiting to rock my world. Jealous yet bitches?”

The camera lingers on her resolute expression as the vibrant lights of Las Vegas sparkle behind her. With a final, purposeful glance into the lens, Alexandra turns and walks back into the resort, leaving the energy of the city to carry on without her.

Life is a Mystery
Calaway Estate
Dallas, Tx.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You never fail to amaze me LJ.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

”Yeah, we are.”

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

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

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

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Everyone must stand alone
Calaway’s Blog
Dallas, Tx

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the winner is, Alexandra Calaway…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

And it feels like home
Lantern Light Inn
Flagstaff, Arizona

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Announcement
LJ’s Place
Las Vegas, Nevada

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

"You remember that night Carter got hurt?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She giggled listening to him.

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

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

“Of course we did Angel.”

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

"Got my next booking."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thanks for always having my back, love."

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

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

---

Here we go again.
Sierra Water Gardens
Reno, Nevada

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Thorn in their sides
Hotel
Brussels, Belgium

Whoa, what a rush that was despite what the Wolves of Gheimhridh might believe, we almost had them. The win was just within our grasp, so close we could taste it. We will meet again and next time, I know Miles and I will take those titles. Though, I need to give it some time, maybe with some relaxation and a bit more work we will win next time. I don’t think that either of them understand just how close they were to losing their beloved Mixed Tag Championships. That’s the thing though, like I said, close only counts in horseshoes and handgrenades.

It’s not over, I fully plan on being the thorn in their side, until they give us another shot. Bank on that. Kayla and Finn, you keep saying you wont face us again. But you can’t choose when that happens. Just know that every show, every defense, I will be there. I plan on studying every damned move that you both make. We found a chink in your armor and well, you both know what happens next time we are in that ring together. Those titles will be ours. Come hell or high water.

And Miles, I’m so proud of what we did out there. We showed them that their days are numbered. It’s only a matter of when. I’m sorry I couldn’t get back in there in time to stop the pin. I did everything I could. I hope you rest up and come back ready to tear them apart, once and for all. We both know we had them on the ropes. They had to take it to a new extreme to beat us. What do people do when they are backed into a corner, they attack. And attack they did. But we showed them that no matter how hard they come at us, we come back harder. I can’t wait until we get another chance. Next time, no holding back on either of our parts right. We hurt them if we have to.

You all are probably wondering what happens next for me? Well, I move on. I keep pushing forward no matter what happens now. I keep striving to put on one hell of a performance of a lifetime every time I go out to that ring. I’ve never been one to lay down and take defeat. I push through the pain, the sadness and the anger, and I come out the other side. I continue to fight, even when it seems that all the odds are against me. No matter what challenge I am given next. I don’t care if it’s the Bombshell Roulette Championship, The Bombshell Internet Championship or even, the Bombshell World Championship, I will go after whoever the competitor is, be it champion or not. I’ve heard through the grapevine that I’m already slated to face off against Andrea Hernandez. Someone who I’ve been keeping an eye on. Let’s just say, I’m excited about the match, the prospects that it brings with it.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone’s even reading these blogs anymore. Or is it possible I’ve become nothing more than a passing commodity. Someone people look in on when they are feeling bored. Either way, I’ll be here as much as possible, giving you all insight to my mind. Even if no one is reading this, at least the words will always be there.

Xoxo,
Alexandra Calaway

---

Saying Goodbye
DFW International
Dallas, Texas

Alexandra and her family arrived at the airport. She had told her daughter she could come with her. Alexandra would have to take her daughter with her, even when she went to cut her promo. It wasn’t going to be easy, but it’s nothing new for her.

“Thank Mika for driving us to the airport. Now this one gets to go on the trip to Stockholm with me.” Alexandra laughed, ruffling her daughter's hair, who huffed about having to leave with so little of summer left to enjoy.

“I’m only going because I want to go to Sweden Mom. I wanted to stay here for the rest of the tour.” Ashlynn huffed a bit. “I love you, but it’s summer vacation.”

Alexandra smiled at her daughter’s mild protest as they walked through the airport, pulling their luggage behind them. The hum of the airport was a comforting background to the nervous energy buzzing inside her. Touring with Sin City Wrestling was always an adventure, but this time, it felt different. Maybe it was the fact that she was bringing Ashlynn along for the first time. Or maybe it was the pressure of balancing motherhood and wrestling, something she had mastered but never truly found easy.

Mika stood beside them at the check-in counter, her hands tucked into her pockets. He smiled at Ashlynn’s little attitude, a fond expression on her face. "Stockholm's gonna be great, Ashlynn. You'll be glad you went. And you get to watch your mom kill it in the ring."

Ashlynn rolled her eyes but smiled a little. “Yeah, I guess.”

Alexandra ruffled her daughter's hair again, earning another huff. "Come on, Ash. It'll be fun. Besides, you know how much I love having you with me. And Sweden? It’s not just about the tour. You’ll get to see new places, learn new things." She looked into Ashlynn’s eyes, understanding her plight, softening her tone. "I know it’s summer vacation, and you’d rather be with your friends, but I need you with me on this one. We’ll make the most of it, I promise."

Ashlynn’s frown lessened a bit, and she shrugged, her teen attitude softening under her mother’s gaze. “Fine, but only because it’s Sweden. And maybe we can see some cool stuff before you go all wrestler-mode. Are LJ and Miles going to be there?”

Alexandra smiled, relieved. “Deal. We'll hit up the tourist spots before I start throwing people around.” She winked, standing back up and stretching her shoulders. “And besides, you’re getting a lot more out of this than if you stayed home. Think of it as an adventure. Sadly, no, they aren't.”

Mika leaned over, placing a hand on Alexandra’s shoulder. “She’ll come around once you land. Stockholm’s beautiful this time of year. I’ll miss you both though.”

Alexandra gave Mika a quick hug. “Thanks for seeing us off. And for holding down the fort while we’re gone.” She glanced at Ashlynn, who was busy scanning the crowd of travelers. "At least you get a break from us for a while."

Mika laughed. “Yeah, like I’m gonna have any peace with Damien and Atticus hanging around. You take care of yourself, alright? Don’t get too caught up in things.” Her voice dropped a little, concern threading into her words.

She met her gaze, the weight of the tour already pressing in on her. "I’ll try. But you know how it goes."

Se nodded, understanding. Alexandra always put everything into her matches, and that meant pushing herself to the limit. But she wasn’t alone now. Ashlynn was with her, and that meant she had to balance her fierce drive with something softer, more cautious.

They made their way toward the security line, and as they neared the checkpoint, Alexandra crouched down again, pulling Ashlynn into a quick, tight hug. “You ready for this, kiddo?”

Ashlynn sighed, but there was a glint of excitement in her eyes. “I guess. Just… don’t embarrass me, okay?”

Alexandra smirked. “I make no promises.”

After clearing security and heading toward the gate, Alexandra found herself glancing at Ashlynn every few minutes, a warmth filling her despite the chaos of travel. It wasn’t easy, juggling wrestling and being a mother, but Ashlynn was growing up so fast. Alexandra wanted to make sure her daughter knew she was always a priority, even when the world of wrestling demanded so much of her. They arrived at their gate and settled in to wait for boarding. Ashlynn immediately pulled out her phone, burying herself in a game while Alexandra glanced at her emails. Promo plans. Logistics. Interviews. The tour was already starting in her mind, even if they hadn’t taken off yet.

Ashlynn looked up from her phone and caught her mother’s eye. “Are you nervous?”

Alexandra blinked, taken aback by the question. “Why would you think that?”

Her daughter shrugged. “I dunno, you just look like you’re thinking about a lot of stuff.”

Alexandra hesitated. Should she tell Ashlynn the truth? The pressure was always there—the need to perform, to win, to be the best, but now, with Ashlynn in tow, it felt heavier. But Ashlynn didn’t need to worry about that.

“A little, yeah,” Alexandra admitted, keeping her tone light. “But it’s nothing new. Just the usual. Once I’m in the ring, it all falls into place.”

Ashlynn studied her for a moment, then nodded, satisfied. “You’re gonna do great.”

Alexandra felt her heart swell with pride and love. “Thanks, kiddo.” As the announcement for their flight echoed through the terminal, she stood, extending her hand to Ashlynn. “Ready for our adventure?”

Ashlynn grinned and took her mother’s hand. “Yeah. Let’s go see Sweden.”

Alexandra and her daughter make their way to the desk and down the skyway, to board their long flight to Sweden.

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Being Followed
Stockholm Observatory
Stockholm, Sweden

The ancient halls of the Stockholm Observatory echoed with the sound of Alexandra’s footsteps, her boots tapping softly against the stone floors. The building was dimly lit, the aged light fixtures casting faint golden glows that barely illuminated the intricate details of the old wooden walls and brass railings. The air smelled of dust and history, of nights spent gazing at the stars. Something Alexandra did on a normal basis, no matter where she went in the world.

Alexandra wandered through the main hallway, her eyes lingering on the faded star maps and the antique telescopes on display. Alexandra trailed her fingers over the glass casing of one, her thoughts far from the present. She wished Miles or LJ were with her—Miles with his quick thinking and LJ’s steady presence would be reassuring. But they weren’t. Alexandra had traveled to Stockholm with just her daughter this time around. She knew that they would have a great time together and her daughter would get to visit somewhere she hadn’t before.

Except… something was wrong.

The feeling they were being followed started just a few minutes ago. A faint shiver ran down the back of her neck, the prickling sensation of being watched. At first, she ignored it, chalking it up to nerves or the eerie quietness of the old observatory. But now, it was unmistakable—someone was following them.

Her pace quickened, so her daughter did as well, as they passed through the narrow, winding corridor that led to the observatory’s dome. Alexandra cast a quick glance over her shoulder. Nothing. The corridor behind them was empty, the dim light casting long shadows, but no figure emerged from the darkness.

Still, that creeping feeling remained. Someone was there other than her. She couldn’t see them, but she had that feeling like someone was staring at her. She stopped suddenly, forcing her breath to slow, forcing her heart to stop hammering in her chest. Listen. Look. She took a look around them trying to find the closest exit. Spotting it she took Ashlynn’s hand.

The silence was heavy. For a moment, there was only the stillness of the old building, the weight of years pressing in on her. Then, there it was—a faint sound. A footstep, light and careful, almost in sync with hers. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Alexandra turned her head slightly, her gaze scanning the edges of the hallway. There were old displays set into alcoves, dark shadows filling every corner, but she couldn’t see anyone. Whoever it was, they were staying just out of sight, moving only when she moved. The fingers of her free hand tightened around the strap of her bag. She had to stay calm. No panic. Not yet. Keep it together for Ashlynn’s sake.

Taking a deep breath, they continued, this time more slowly, trying to act like she hadn’t noticed anything. If they thought she was unaware, maybe she could catch them off guard. The narrow hallway opened up into the observatory’s main dome, a vast circular room with a high ceiling and an enormous telescope in the center. The walls were lined with bookshelves and cabinets, full of old instruments and charts. Still she couldn’t shake the feeling.

She walked into the middle of the room, with Ashlynn next to her, the dome rising high above them, its open ceiling revealing a patch of the night sky. The stars above were cold and distant, indifferent to her rising unease. Alexandra spun on her heel, her eyes sweeping the entire room. Again—nothing. The door she had come through creaked slightly, but no one emerged from the shadows.

"Who's there?" she called, her voice echoing off the walls. It sounded small, vulnerable, and she hated how it made her feel. She waited, tense, listening for any kind of response. Silence.

Ashlynn turned to look at her mom. “There’s no one here but us Momma.”

Alexandra looked down at her daughter, smiling softly. Even though her fingers flexed involuntarily, itching for a weapon she didn’t have. Why hadn’t she brought something? She hated this—this feeling of being on edge, of not knowing where the danger was coming from.

A soft creak came from behind her.

She whirled around, her heart pounding. A flash of movement in the far corner. It was quick, too quick to make out, but something—or someone—had just ducked behind the large telescope.

Alexandra’s pulse raced. Should she confront them?

Her instincts screamed at her to take Ashlynn and leave, but she wasn’t one to run without knowing what she was up against. She forced herself to take slow, deliberate steps toward the telescope, her body taut like a wire pulled tight. The dim light from the dome cast long, eerie shadows across the floor, making it harder to see into the dark recesses of the room.

When she reached the telescope, she held her breath, peering around it, half expecting to come face to face with something—or someone.

But there was nothing.

Her heart thudded in her chest. She was sure she’d seen something. Her eyes darted to the shadows again. Maybe they’re toying with me.

Suddenly, the floor creaked behind her. This time, closer.

Alexandra spun, her breath catching in her throat. Still nothing. But the feeling—that thick, suffocating sensation of being watched—it was overwhelming now. She was sure of it. Someone—or something—was in the room with her, hiding just out of sight, watching her every move. Ashlynn noticed her mom’s actions and moved closer to her.

“Mom, what is it?” Ashlynn looked around as if she was trying to see someone or something in the direction her mom was looking.

“It's nothing darling, just relax.”  She could swear that she heard someone.

She took a step back, her back brushing against the cold metal of the telescope. The room felt smaller now, the vast dome above offering no comfort. Her hand instinctively went to her pocket, searching for her phone. She shivered pulling it out, but with her hands shaking it was hard to dial anything.

Her heart pounded louder in her ears. She took another step, this time towards the exit, when a low creaking noise filled the room—the door she had come through slowly closing.  She ran to push it open, pulling her daughter close and out the door before it shut for the night. The two quickly leave the area and head back to the hotel. At least there, they were safe, right?

Right?

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Sweet Dreams
Djurgården
Stockholm, Sweden

Being in Stockholm was like something out of a fairytale. The homes and shops, the food, the atmosphere. It was all too wonderful, everything there was beautiful. She walked along the gardens, enjoying every inch of the view. She took a few more steps before stopping to look at the camera in front of her.

“Loser, dead weight, old, past her prime. I’ll end your dreams. I’ll end your career.  I’ve heard it all, time and time again. But it still remains the same, I win some, I lose some. It doesn’t matter either way, because I’m still here. I go out to the ring, I fight, every single time I’m booked. I don’t play games and bullshit around when it comes to my legacy. I bust my ass and I keep doing what I’ve been doing for the last twenty four years. Its time to fight back from those losses, to claw my way back to the top.”

Alexandra now locks eyes with the camera, her expression sharpens, and her voice takes on a hardened tone as the tranquil scenery of Stockholm contrasts with her fiery words.

"You think you’ve got me figured out? That my time’s up? Let me make one thing perfectly clear – I am not defined by wins or losses. I am defined by the fact that I am still standing. The fact that after every beating, after every so-called ‘failure,’ I walk back down that ramp with my head held high because I’ve earned the right to be here. I’ve bled in this business, I’ve sacrificed for it, and I’ve survived longer than anyone ever expected me to. I’ve worked over and over, countless times."

She takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly as if summoning the energy for what's next.

"They said I was done years ago, but here I am – still standing, still fighting, still proving everyone wrong. I don’t need to prove anything to you or the next person who steps in that ring with me, because when that bell sounds, you’ll know exactly why I belong here. You? You’ve got something to prove. You talk a big game, you throw every insult you can think of, but words don’t win matches. Heart does. Will does. And that’s something you can’t take from me."

Her voice grows deeper, filled with conviction.

"You see, this isn’t a fairytale for me. This is reality. This is everything I’ve given my life to, and you think you can just waltz in and take it away because you’re younger, faster, stronger? You are just coming back after all, just returning after a small break, isn’t that right? Maybe you are capable of beating me, but you won’t break me. You can hit me with everything you’ve got, but I will still stand up, time and time again, because this isn’t about one match or one night. This is about legacy."

She smirks, a slight glimmer of challenge in her eyes.

"So you can call me a loser, past my prime, dead weight... whatever makes you feel better. But when we step into that ring, when that bell rings, and you realize that I’m not just some stepping stone on your journey, you’ll understand why I’m still here. Why, no matter how many times they’ve tried to bury me, I keep rising. I am not afraid of losing. I am not afraid of pain. I am afraid of nothing."

She smiles at her daughter, who’s standing just off camera, being there to see her mom’s match first hand. Everything she did was for her.

“Andrea, we have a ring waiting for us, let’s not make these fans wait. I’ll be waiting for you. I’ve been watching your last few matches. Congrats on the win against Seleana. I’ve been there and done that a few times over. She has a lot of my respect. The woman is a lot like me, she doesn’t back down and she keeps coming, no matter what you throw at her. So that’s got to be a big win for you. But that’s where it stops my dear. From here it’s all me darling, win or lose, it’s MY name they will be chanting.”

She steps closer to the camera, her face now dominating the frame. Alexandra’s eyes narrow, a smirk tugging at her lips as she steps closer to the camera, her tone cold and deliberate.

"Andrea, let me get something straight right off the bat—you’ve had a nice little run, haven’t you? You beat Seleana, made some waves, got people talking. Well, congrats. Seriously, I’ve been in the ring with her more times than I can count, and every time, she brings a fight. But beating her? That doesn’t make you special, sweetheart. That just makes you next. You see, you think you're the future, that you’re about to push someone like me out of the way because you’ve got youth on your side. You’re faster, maybe even stronger. But this ring? This business? It’s about more than that. It’s about the strength of heart. And that’s something you can’t just train for or fake. That’s something you have to live through, bleed for, sacrifice everything for."

Her voice grows sharper, cutting through the tranquil atmosphere around her.

"You’ve got all the arrogance in the world, Andrea, and you really think you can walk in here, stand toe-to-toe with me, and just take what I’ve spent the last twenty-four years earning? Nah, sweetheart, it doesn’t work like that. You might have the crowd on your side, you might have your moment, but the difference between us is I’ve been in that ring time and time again, facing people who’ve said exactly what you’re saying now. They all thought I was done. They all thought they could take me out. But look where I am. Still standing. Still fighting. Still proving people wrong."

Alexandra pauses, a steely glint in her eyes as she leans forward, voice deepening with intensity. You can tell she is more than a bit fired up. She’s ready to face off against her opponent and get another mark in the win column for her. She was focused more so than she has been in a very long time.

"So you can bring everything you’ve got—your speed, your attitude, your ‘I’m the future’ mentality. Bring your insults, your cockiness, all the things that make you think you’re untouchable. But when that bell rings and we step into that ring, Andrea, you’ll realize real fast that I’m not like the others. I’m not a stepping stone on your journey. I’m the roadblock that’s gonna show you just how far you still have to go. Because no matter what happens, no matter how many times you knock me down, I get back up. I always get back up. And that, my dear, is something you’ll never be able to break. See you in the ring."

She flashes a final, knowing smile before turning her back, the Queenslayer jacket glinting under the lights of the garden as she walks away, taking her daughter's hand.

Winning against all odds
Collision Control
Tokyo, Japan

{Flashback}

Alexandra had just pulled herself up onto the ring apron as Miles got the pin. She smiled at her best friend and laughed, before slipping into the ring and moving to raise his hand in victory. She nodded at him, before it hit her, they had another chance to do this right. The Mixed Tag Team Championships were well within reach and it was clear that they had the fire to do it.

“We get another shot!!” Alexandra cheered happily, before she hugged him and they rolled out of the ring and headed up the ramp, disappearing into the backstage area where Carter and LJ were waiting for them.

After some quick congratulations she watched as Carter and Miles walked away together talking. She smiled at the happy newlyweds.

“Hey love.” She smiled hearing LJ’s voice and felt his arm slip around her.

“Hello handsome.” She leaned back against him. “That was refreshing. I feel amazing right now. Even if I’m in need of a shower.”

“Angel, that doesn’t matter. What you two just did out there, you proved to everyone why you both deserve those Tag Titles." He smiled at her. “I know that you both will leave it all on the mat, like you both do every single time you go out there.”

“You’re so supportive of us and I love that.”  She laughed softly. “Now, we have to win them. It’s not going to be easy and I know that. In just a few weeks time, I’ll be facing one of the hardest people I’ve ever faced here in Sin City. Kayla is no joke and I’ve learned that first hand.”

“And I’ll be cheering you on love.” he gave her a wink and it made her melt.

“Knowing that makes me want to win this even more. So are you heading back home or are you heading with me to Thailand?”  She spoke softly, wondering if she would be making the trek there alone. “Totally understandable if you want to go home.”

“I’ll be there too, I’m booked.” LJ gave her a smile and let go of her, reaching out for her hand as he leaned against a gear box. “You aren’t getting rid of me that easily.”

“Why would I want to?” She giggled and the two walked off towards her locker room.

She knew that this time, things were different. She and Miles could take the titles, it wouldn’t be easy, the members of the Wolfslair weren’t anyone to bat an eye at. She wasn’t going to take this shot forgranted.

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Teamwork at its finest
Alexandra’s Blog
Tokyo, Japan

We did it, just like we said we would. For those who doubted us, we showed that we are more than capable of taking the Mix Tagged Division by storm. Do you all still believe that we are each other’s weak link? So many people keep counting us out, they keep running off at the mouth saying that we can’t do it. But time and time again, it’s us as the number one contenders. We continue to take out every team in our way. This time, it’s for good. You can bet on that.

Weak links my ass? Did they just see what we did out there? We kicked ass together. We showed everyone why we keep getting the number one contender spot and why we keep getting the shots. This time, the shot isn’t going to be just a shot. I’m going out there to win it. I’m going to leave every bit of my blood, sweat and soul on that mat when we face off against Kayla and Finn. I’m actually looking forward to it.

Now, I get to relax for a few days, spend some time with LJ and prepare for my next fight. The next few months are sure to be busy. I know that looming on the horizon is a Mixed Tag Team Championship shot. I’ve had ones before and we always come up short. Not this time. I plan on leaving it all out there in the ring. Between appearances for Sin City Wrestling and PWS: LEGACY I’m going to be one busy woman. When this tour ends, I plan on being one half of the Mixed Tag Team Champions. But I’ve heard up next I have a challenger who I’ve faced before, Eiley. This time, it won’t be a tag team match. It’s going to be one on one. There’s so much I want to say, but I think I’ll save it for Bangkok. Right now, I have other plans that aren’t sitting here writing in my blog.
 
Xoxo,
Alexandra Calaway

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Settling the Score
Ganesh Shrine
Bangkok, Thailand

Bangkok, Thailand, a city bustling with life. Where the past meets the present, with all the best hope for the future. Alexandra and LJ had been walking around the town, taking in all the sights before they would have to return to the hotel and get rest. She took a moment to look up at the Shrine and then closed her eyes, taking in all of the sounds around her. Opening her eyes she began to speak.

“Bangkok, Thailand, is a beautiful country, steeped in history, religion and technology. It’s where the past meets the future. I love it here. Just as I did in Japan. There’s something about being in the land of warriors that makes me feel connected with my inner strength. You might wonder where I am. I’m standing right here in front of the Ganesh Shrine. Do you know who the God Ganesh is? Ganesh is the God of Wisdom, Success and Good luck. You might ask what that has to do with our match. There’s plenty that can be said. I’m here and you can hear it from the veteran in this match.”

She took a quick moment to pause, tossing her hair behind her head as she found momentum and started to speak again. She needed to lay it all out on the line, early on and get it out of the way.

“Wrestling is more than just what happens in that ring. It’s a battle of wits and wisdom. It’s knowing that no matter what’s said, it’s what happens out there in the ring that really matters. You see, I learned a long time ago that it takes more than social media and a big mouth to get the win. You see, the thing you proved the last time we faced off, is that I could get under your skin, which was only half the battle. And wouldn’t you know.. Alexander Raven and I beat you and Mark Cross, taking you both out of the Blast from the Past tournament. And that's wisdom, I suggest you get some before you step into the ring with me. Because it’s going to take more than you running your mouth about my age to get me. It’s old and played out by now, Princess.”

She took a deep breath, remembering how Eiley had bragged about having this amazing record and how she was the best and on the top of the world because she won. But in their last meeting, Eiley lost.

“Success wasn’t that a big part of your little speech against me last time. How you were so successful so quickly. Look at how that went. You burned hard, bright and fast. And what happened? You burned out quickly. So many people are in such a rush to get to the pinnacle that they falter before they can ever really get there. So go on, use everything you can against me. Pull out all the stops, talk about how I’ve lost, talk about how I got to the pinnacle and lost to Julianna. It's true. I did. But in the ashes of that loss, I rose to become a two time Bombshell Champion, and damn near took the entire Blast from The Past tournament in my second time being involved. Made it all the way to the finals. I mean, it’s safe to say that if I do enter next year, I’ll be shooting for that final spot. One way or another. Success my dear, success, I haven’t really seen much out of you since the loss. I’m sorry, did I put out your fire? You faced off against one of the greatest women in this company, Tempest and yet, you couldn’t get the win. Tempest is one of the best this company has to offer. That would have been a big win in the hat for you. But you couldn’t. You know who beat Tempest? Me. Tempest and I had a hell of a match. We tore each other apart. And I have the utmost respect for her.”

She nodded her head, glad to see that Tempest managed to put a fork in Eiley. It was a bump in the road to a far more rocky path for her. She was about to walk right into a match with a woman who was dead set on making it back to the top, one championship at a time.

“And finally, good luck. Well, let’s face it, we all need a little luck every now and then. It’s customary to wish an opponent good luck, is it not. Good luck Eiley. You are really going to need it. You once talked about being on fire. You will experience what a real fire is like. And you see, unlike you I won't burn out as fast as you did. Do you want to know why? Of course you do. God listen to all these pearls of wisdom I’m giving you for free. I didn’t rush to make it through to the gold. I earned my spots, took my lumps and got back up to fight again. So the luck I’ll ask Ganesh for is for you. Because you are on my path to redemption, it started last week, and now I’m going to go straight through you.”

She took a deep breath, running her fingers through her hair. Her gaze is far off for a few moments, before she looks back into the camera again.

“Eiley, you and I have a score to settle, don't we dear one. You see, you have so much to say about me. You loved to run your mouth a lot. And sure, you got a win over me when I was just breaking into Sin City Wrestling. I was just finding my footing in a new company. You and Oz pushed Miles and I to the limits, when we had just really started out as a team. I won’t sit here and make excuses. Honestly, I wasn’t sure how Miles and I would work as a team at that time. I knew I trusted him and he trusted me. We’ve had each other’s back. But you and Oz, you all proved to be quite the challenge and yes, you won. But look how I took off after that loss.”

She took time to pause, looking up at the Shrine for a few moments, before she turned back to the camera. She took a deep breath and continued to speak.

“Eiley, it’s anyone’s game. It’s the way this industry works. Somedays you are on the top, other’s you are back at the bottom of the ladder. What matters is what you do next. You see, I hear it alot, oh Alexandra’s old, oh she’s going to quit if she keeps losing. Funny, how people have been saying that for years, and yet.. HERE I am. Still fighting, winning some, losing some. I’m still in it, just because I’ve had a few low points, doesn’t change anything. If I have a low point here, so be it. I’ll get up, dust myself off and be right back at the next show. Why? Because that’s how legacy’s are built and legends are made. You’ll get there eventually, it’s just, not your time yet.”

She took another pause, soaking it all in. There was so much that she could say further, but then it would just be repeating the same old lines over and over when it comes to Eiley. She knew the young woman was talented. She had to give her that. In their last match Eiley proved she had the staying power. She gave it her all, but still, in the end she fell short.

“In our last match, you proved you have the staying power. But again, you fell short of that win, didn’t you. I know you’ll be coming at me hard. I know that you need this win. You are one half of the former Mixed Tag Team Champions, and I won't sell that short. You know what it takes to win. You have accomplished the one thing I haven’t yet. However, that doesn’t count towards this match. We are currently standing at one for one. Yes I have a win over you in the Blast from the Past and you have a win over me in solo competition. That’s great, wonderful. I’ve picked up on a few things since then, I’ve studied you, watched your work, so that I’d know what to expect. And I do know now what to expect when it comes to you.”

She looked around for a few moments and then back at the camera once again.

“You see Eiley, I know what I am capable of doing out there. The question is, do you think you have what it takes to take me out one more time. Because if the same Eiley shows up this week, that’s been showing up, I don’t think that’s possible. I want that Eiley I first faced when I came here. I want that Eiley who was on fire. The one who claimed she was going to put out my fire. Because, you didn’t. If anything you made it burn brighter, because after our first match I became a champion and after our last match, I skyrocketed to the top. And I’m still one of the most talked about names in Sin City Wrestling. I’ll beat the former mixed tag team champion this week, and go on to win against Kayla next week, becoming one half of the Mixed Tag Team Champions.”

She took a deep breath and nodded her head.

“Before I go, I’d love to thank the Royal Family of the Chakri Dynasty for having us in your beautiful country. It’s an honor to perform in front of all of you. And Eiley, I’ll be seeing you soon.”

She blows a kiss at the camera and it fades to black.

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The Call
Skyview Hotel
Bangkok, Thailand

Alexandra and LJ arrived back at the hotel after a lovely dinner. The two made it up to her room and settled in for a night of silly movies and relaxing. She had just come from the bathroom and was getting into her pjs, when her phone rang.

“Hey Momma..” She heard her daughter's voice on the other end of the line.

“Hey sweetie.”  Alexandra’s smile was bright and cheerful.  “It’s good to hear from you. I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too momma. It’s just another week and then I’m coming home.” Ashlynn sounded excited and ready to head back.

“I know, you’ll be back in time to see Miles and I face off against Kayla and Finn for the Mixed Tag Team Championships again!” Alexandra couldn’t wait for her daughter to get back. Granted, her little girl was growing up. She wanted to get as much time with her before the day came when college would take her away.

“I’m excited to see everyone again. How’s Thailand?” Ashlynn asked her mom.

Alexandra looked over at LJ with a smile. Slipping into the bed the two cuddled in and Alexandra put her phone on speaker, keeping the volume low.

“Thailand is great, we got to see a lot of really nice art, we got a nice dinner and now we are both going to rest up for our matches.” She smiled telling her daughter about everything. “I have a couple of big matches coming up, but you know about that. I’m excited to be back in the title hunt.”

“I know, I can’t wait to see you take the Mixed Tag Team Championships with Miles.” Ashlynn paused, thinking over what her mother just said. “Wait, you said we, is LJ there too?” Ashlynn asked.

“Yes, he is. He’s right here.” Alexandra nodded and playfully nudged LJ.

“Hello Ashlynn.” He spoke up finally.

“OH MY GOODNESS!!” Ashlynn squealed happily. “Are you two dating?!?! I’ve been seeing the posts on X and stuff.”

They looked at each other and smiled, hearing her daughter's excitement. Alexandra smiled at her daughter's excitement and she spoke again.

“That’s something you can find out next week. For now, just focus on getting ready to come home. I’m so glad you’ll be back. I got a bag of candy waiting for you. Smarties, just like you promised Miles.” Alexandra couldn't help it, she wanted to help Ash keep that promise.

“I’m so happy. I can’t wait to see everyone next week. I love you momma, but I need to get some rest. I just wanted to be able to catch you before you headed to bed.”  Ashlynn took a moment to speak again. “I love you Momma, see you soon.”

“See you soon Ash. I’m so proud of you. You get some rest. I love you.” She hung up the phone and the two were alone again.

“You two are close aren’t you?” LJ looked at Alexandra as she put her phone on the charger next to the bed.

Alexandra turned to look at him. “I’m all she’s had her whole life. I’ve had to be mom and dad to her and it’s not been easy. Originally I had planned for her to be on this trip with me. But she wanted to go to camp, so I couldn't say no.”

“You’re a good mum.” LJ put his fingers under her chin and brought her gaze to his.

“I try to be. It’s part of why I push myself so hard. I do it to show her she can do anything she puts her mind to.” She nodded.

LJ smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "And she sees that, Alexandra. She sees everything you do for her, and she’s proud of you too.”

Alexandra’s eyes softened as she leaned into him. “I hope so. She’s my whole world.”

LJ wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “You’re giving her the best example she could ever have.”

They lay there in comfortable silence, the quiet hum of the city outside their window, as they held onto each other. Alexandra felt a sense of peace wash over her, a rare moment of calm in their fast-paced lives. As they drifted off to sleep, Alexandra’s thoughts lingered on her daughter’s excited voice. She smiled, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she had the love and support of both her daughter and LJ. That was all she needed to keep moving forward. The night settled around them, full of promise, as they prepared for the battles and joys that awaited them in the days to come.

Redemption and Resilience
Calaway Estate
Dallas, Texas

Sitting on the balcony as the early morning sunlight flooded in, Alexandra took the last few moments before the sun would eventually peek over the tops of the trees to stare at the sky in silence. The last week had been hell for her, two back to back losses one in Sin City Wrestling, the other in PWS: Legacy. Both losses had been at the hands of a member of the Lyon’s Den. Both powerful women in their own rights. It had stung, losing the Bombshell Roulette Championship, Alexandra took the loss in stride, titles come and go. But when she was back home in silence, her daughter away at camp, the losses started to weigh on her and she tried to pull herself out of the funk alone.

What Victoria and Cleo had done was light a fire inside her. They started something that Alexandra was more than willing to finish. They wanted a war, they had it. The war wasn’t over, that was one battle. Alexandra had two opportunities at titles right now, one, in mixed tag action with Miles, she wouldn’t let another loss befall them, no matter what it took. She refused to let this go like the last two times they were in mixed tag action. Hell she and Alexander Raven had made it to the finals of the Blast from The Past and they could have won it just as easily. Despite what people thought about her and Raven they had been a well oiled machine.

While she was lost in thoughts of what had occurred, her cell phone began to ring and she answered it.

“Hey Ash, how’s camp?” She spoke softly to her daughter.

“It’s great! I heard about your match at Sin City, I’m so sorry mom.” She could hear the sadness in her daughter's voice and it broke her heart.

“Well that’s not anything you need to worry about.” She smiled no matter how much it hurt to know that while her daughter should have been enjoying camp she was too focused on what was going on with her mom.

“I’m going to worry mom. You are the best out there and hearing what people say about you. It’s shitty.” Ashlynn’s voice cracked a bit and Alexandra nodded, holding the phone to her ear.

“I know darling. People are always going to talk, they are always going to have something shitty to say.” She took a deep breath. “Again, that’s nothing for you to worry about sweetie. That’s for me to deal with. The things people say about me are just reflections of their own insecurities. That’s something I hope you learn from all this.”

“I heard you have two really big matches coming up. Don’t let these past few losses get to you mom. Go out there and show them exactly who you are.” Ashlynn was always good at that, being her mothers cheerleader, even when Alexandra thought about retiring.

“I plan on it. I’ll be teaming with Miles and I plan on making sure he walks out a winner this time.” She spoke softly. “He deserves a win before he goes off to marry the love of his life.” She was happy for them.

“Do you think you’ll see LJ?” Ashlynn asked softly.

“I don’t know. Besides, who wants to be seen with a loser like me ya know? He’s got a bright future, the last thing he needs is me fucking that up for him.” Alexandra laughed a bit.

“Mom..” Ashlynn groaned. “I don’t think he cares about that. LJ doesn’t seem like the shallow type. I saw how he looked at you at the fourth of July party.”

“Darling, if there’s one thing I know. People can change, people can grow. But I doubt he'd be like that either.” She nodded her head. “Right now you just focus on having fun at camp.”

“Speaking of which, you are still coming to parents day right?” Ashlynn’s voice was hopeful.

“Of course I am.”  She assured her daughter.

“You know, I’m proud of you, win or lose right mom?” Ashlynn’s smile could be heard through it all. “You are my hero and I’m honored to be your kid. Not many people could last in the industry as long as you have and still be ready to go like you.”

“I know, sometimes though, I feel like a failure.” Alexandra took a deep breath.

“Yes, we all do, but look at the things I’ve gotten to do, because of you putting your life on hold, your body on the line and risking it all for me.” Ashlynn had a point.

“You are right, no giving up, no surrendering.” She responded. "What would I do without you kiddo?"

“Suffer." She giggled. "Mom, I hate to cut this call short, but I have to go.They are calling us for rehearsal for the play.  I’ll call again this afternoon.”

“Of course darling, you can tell me all about the play when you call. I’ll be waiting for it.”

“Bye Mom. I love you.”

“Bye Ash.  I love you too.”

Alexandra smiled and the two said their goodbyes. Alexandra hung up after her daughter did, letting the call go to dead air. Placing her phone back in her pocket she took in a deep breath. It was hard to not have her daughter there but she knew that in time, her daughter would grow and head off to college and Alexandra would find herself in this big house alone.

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Psychological Warfare often leads to Bloody Battles
Calaway Estate
Dallas Texas

After the phone call with her daughter Alexandra felt a new sense of empowerment. Something about that small bit of encouragement after the two consecutive losses, really helped to fan the flames she was already feeling. After all, the mental toll was beginning to cause those flames to become cinders and ash. Alexandra was overwhelmed and she was rarely one to admit that. Despite many people saying that losses don't bother them, they were full of shit. It was clear that those who often bragged about their wins, hide the losses they have, ashamed of those ones, so they bolster their egos and hide behind their wins. Unless cyborgs are a real thing and they have no emotions, or maybe they were just capable of hiding theirs, either way, Alexandra let her emotions fuel her. It was what kept her passion for this business alive for as long as it has been.

She took a moment setting up a camera, thanks to her bestie Mika for being her camera woman and getting ready to record a bit about her match. Honestly, she was done catering to the fans, it was time to open up, speak her mind and let EVERYONE know just what she was really thinking. No blog post, no chit chat, no games.

"A true champion isn't the one who never falls, but the one who rises every time they do.” She took a deep breath, looking into the camera. “So go on, flaunt your two titles. Raise them high and praise your historical wins. But don’t forget that there was a time that you lost, somewhere in your career. Right now, you may be on the upside of a swing, you may be sitting on the top of the world, but all it takes is one bad day, one mistake, one wrong step and it can all come crashing down around you. That’s what happened to me. You can be riding the high of a win and when you underestimate your opponent, BAM,” She slams her hand down on the table next to her. “It’s all over.”

She took a deep breath, she tried to find the words in her mind, but in that moment everything was going a million miles a minute in her head. There were so many different things she was thinking about, her career, her personal life and the challenges ahead for her. The Wolves of Gheimhridh were nothing to bat an eye at or underestimate. Kayla and Finn were at the top of their game, the best of the best.

“You know Kayla, up until you decided to run your mouth on X, I had the highest of respect for you. I know what game you were trying to play. You were attempting to get under my skin. Again, game recognizes game.” She applauded her attempt. “I didn’t feel the need to dignify your attempts to rile me up with a response. You see, unlike the younger generation, I don’t feel the need to waste my good material on twitter, you want that. Go talk to Mercedes or someone, then you will have someone who needs that kind of attention from you. I do my best work face to face. Something you have yet to experience. I know you see me as a never was, same material, different opponent. Are all of you the same hivemind?”

She had another chuckle. Something that she respected about Kayla was the fact that the woman had a big set of balls on her. She didn’t feel the need to bring age into it, she didn’t feel the need to pull shit out of her ass. She was straightforward and to the point. People often underestimated Miles and Alexandra. Truth be told, people had been doing that all of Alexandra’s life, doubting her abilities, her longevity in companies and her willingness to do whatever it took. Sure, she had been knocked down several times in her career, these last two weren’t enough of a loss to make her want to give up the legacy she had begun to build long before most of her opponents were old enough to consider a job in the industry.

"Fear is not my enemy; it's my motivator. Every challenge is a stepping stone to greatness. Fear motivates everyone differently. Where most ladies in this industry would run away or hide in fear of Kayla Richards, I will not. I can’t wait to step into the ring with her. It’s my goal by the end of the match, to make her regret her words. To make her see where she failed to get under my skin with her little comments on X. And I know Miles is fired up and ready to rock. He’s never been one for half assing it. I will not let him down either. When that bell rings, Miles and I will be on top, you can bet on it. You see Kayla, you may have Finn’s back, but while you are watching his back, who is watching yours. Victoria was absolutely right about me, I’m a snake. And when snakes are backed into a corner, what do they do? That’s right, they strike. And if you believe for one moment that I won’t do whatever it takes, you are a fool.”

She took the moment to pause, knowing that she still had much more to discuss and she knew that it wasn’t going to be the last time she busted her ass for something. She wasn’t going anywhere despite the people calling for her career to end. She was going to continue to go for it, because now, it was about spite. Her dignity was unbruised. Losses come and go, she would win and lose again and again, as would everyone else. No one was truly unstoppable, Kayla’s time would come. Alexandra knew the repercussions should she defeat Kayla and take her mixed tag title off her hands. She knew that it meant she could take her Bombshell title as well.

“You and Finn may be thick as thieves and you may know each other very well. Hell it’s the reason you all have beaten anyone who’s stepped to you in your respective matches. But you seem to forget something, I took the Bombshell division by storm, dethroning Jessie Salco, sending her into a retirement that I feel came WAY too soon. I took Bobbie Dahl to her limit and pushed her to an extreme she wasn’t used to. Yes I’ve had nine losses in my year here in Sin City Wrestling and thirteen amazing wins. I’ve stood toe to toe with some of the best and put on some of the best matches this company has ever seen. You see, the reason why you still hold those mixed tag team titles, is simply because there wasn’t competition for you two. And I know, you can run your mouth about how we’ve been here all this time and haven’t stepped up. We both were focused on amazing title runs of our own. But now, Kayla, my focus is on you and you alone. There’s no title keeping me held back from unleashing EVERY bit of my focus on you.”

She rose from her seat and started back out onto the back porch of her estate. A place she had designed, paid for and lived in, since 2010. She knew that everything she had, she bled for. The career she had cemented. But still, people wanted to doubt everything about her. This wasn’t about physical strength but mental strength. How much was she willing to go through, to continue to have the life she and her daughter had grown accustomed to.

"In the ring, it's not just about physical strength. The real battle is in your mind. You make your comments about me, because deep inside, you know that myself and Miles both could have your numbers. I’m taking this life one day at a time. Yes, I have a big match coming up at Summer Xxxtreme, but right now, I can only plan for the match right in front of me. You see, I know something you have seemed to forget in your march to the top. It can all come crashing down around you in a millisecond. You can’t only depend on your physical strength Kayla. You have to play the mind game. You’ve tried that on X, talking about me. You tried to knock me down, but mentally and physically I am still here. And my sights are aimed directly on you. Come on Kayla, let me lighten the load on your shoulders, you must be sore from carrying around all that weight. Both the title and your tag partner. Or should I ask that of Finn?"

She took a small pause to smirk at the camera, before turning away to look out over her yard once more, the dogs running around and another breath was taken, before she started to speak once again.

“You see when it comes to Miles and I. Alone we are strong, but together, we are invincible. We’ve both had a lot happen to use in the past few months. Miles has been put through hell, I’ve had to sit by and watch someone who I have a lot of respect for get knocked around and downed, with my hands tied and nothing I could do to help. But now, I have as much to do with our win and loss as he does. You can bet on that. Miles is one of the most talented people I have ever met in my life and with everything he’s got going for him, taking those mixed tag titles into Summer Xxxtreme with us would be an honor. He could say that he got the title and then to marry the man of his dreams all in the same week. So Miles and I teaming hasn’t gone quite the way we planned. But you know what, it’s time for that to change. You’ll see what I’m talking about. I just feel bad that Finn’s going to have to carry you. You wanted to get under my skin, under Miles' skin, you wanted us to doubt each other’s abilities. But all you did was prove to me that you are scared. You know that we have your number. I know what Miles is capable of and he’s on fire with everything that’s happened, who can blame him."

That reminded her, she needed to get her shit together for his wedding and actually be on her game. She wanted to make sure that Miles and Carter had the wedding they deserved. For now, all she could focus on would be this match, to make sure that Miles carried the Mixed Tag Titles with her.

"This is more than just a match. It's about building a legacy, one victory at a time. Every victory comes with a downfall. Victoria took the Bombshell Roulette title from me, ending my second reign with it quickly. Now, it’s time I take that title off you. You’ve held it for a long time, because you had no one who was willing to step up and do what must be done. You see, I’m surprised at the fact that no one was as willing as Miles and I were. But that’s their mistake, with all these mixed tag teams we saw at the Blast From the Past tournament, none of them were willing to step up. Pretty sad if you asked me. But I guess you weren’t paying attention to that were you? Too busy being obsessed with your greatness. I made it to the finals. My team was the one everyone doubted. When they did, we showed them just what we could do. Tell me, do you doubt Miles and I? You see, when people do that and my name is involved, I show exactly why I’m still in this industry years after people who have claimed they would end my career, are either too broken to do the deed themselves or fizzled out and couldn’t carry through with their own careers."

Alexandra walks towards the barn on her property, where her brother is standing in the middle of her training ring. She climbs up as she watches Mika climb up onto the ring apron. Something about this moment felt right, back to training with her family, no more silly blog posts for her. Just pure out battle prep.

"Victory favors the prepared. Every drop of sweat, every hour of training, is a step closer to triumph. You see, my family, my friends, we all mean something to each other and we make sure each other is prepared. With Mika, her style is a lot like yours and if anyone in this world is more than willing to hurt me and put me on my ass, it’s her. You might see this and think, oh because they are besties, they would be more than willing to let me win. But you’d be wrong. She’s blood thirsty, even if it means hurting me. You see Kayla, when it comes down to it, you are going to have to break me to win. You are going to have to make it so that I cannot compete if you expect to get the win over me. Hell, where I came from, when I was training, I fought anyone, men, women.. Anyone. I wasn’t going to put it in categories. But, I’ll leave Finn to Miles, I trust in him. But I think the better question here is, do you trust Finn to have your back? And Finn, don’t think that my not mentioning you doesn’t mean I don’t see you as a threat. I am actually looking forward to watching as Miles tears you apart. He’s got some pent up anger and I know he needs the release. I trust he knows exactly what to do. Anything else, well.. I’ll let him speak on that."

She shrugged and started trading blows and holds with Mika, both of them going the distance. The two women go at it hard and in the end, Alexandra got a clean shot off on Mika, busting her open and pinning her.

“See you at Climax Control 400 dear sweet Kayla. While you may be the dreamslayer, I’m the Queenslayer and it’s time I started showing each and everyone one of you what I am willing to do. No more holding back. Keep the titles warm for us.”

She blows a kiss at the camera before walking away from it. The scene fades to black on her sparring with her brother Damien in the ring, before Mika jumps in and starts helping her train to face off against Kayla.   

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Call To Arms
Calaway Estate
Dallas, Tx

Alexandra was done training, she ran through three hours of training with her brother and his wife Mika. She took a towel wiping her face off before picking up her phone and calling Miles. It rang through to voicemail and she knew it was because he was busy with the final preparations for his wedding. There were things that he needed to get done.

“Hey Miles, I’m looking forward to another chance for our tag team. Win or lose I can’t wait to see you and Carter finally taking that leap. I’m so happy for you both. I’ll see you at the show and we can catch up. Ash sends her love, but she’s not going to make the wedding, she’ll be at Camp. She found something she’s really loving about it and you know me, anything to keep her from following in my footsteps.” She laughed. “Anyways, have a goodnight I wont keep rambling on in your voicemail.  I got a few other calls to make before I fly out for the show. Give my love to Carter. Again, I can’t wait.. It’s just a few more days until the wedding. I know you are both excited. See ya.”

With that Alexandra hung up the phone and looked through the images on her phone. It had been a trying year in Alexandra’s life, but it seemed like things were about to take an upturn for her.

Queens Blog
Calaway Estate
Dallas, Texas

Well Well, who would have known that I would be one half of Victoria Lyon’s favorite tag team for the Blast from the Past tournament. She hand chose me for a match against Harper Mason, a young upstart with a bright future ahead of her. But, Victoria also chose to put a little caveat in this match in the form of Julianna DiMaria. While I may be a favorite of hers, I knew that she would give me not only Harper to fight, but a battle to fight within my own mind. Anyone who’s been around for a while knows simply that Julianna and I do not vibe well. We have our own issues. It’s true, I lost to her, fair and square. But her mouth is also an issue. She’s held that big time Gold and now, she sees herself above everyone else. Untouchable and deserving of everything.

We must be able to work together to take out Harper. Now most people, I'm sure, are looking at me going, Alexandra, you are the veteran in this. Show them both that you are capable of doing what must be done. Either way, win or lose, that’s exactly what I plan on doing. So far I’ve heard little to nothing from my tag partner in this. Then again, look at what Raven and I did during the tournament, we barely spoke and we made it to the finals. It’s true though, Sean Parker and Luna did us in. Congrats to both of them. However, I know Luna will soar to new heights, she’s always been on fire. Sean Parker however, will fail when it comes to standing toe to toe with Finn Whelan. But that’s a story for another time. 

Now I have to focus on defending my Bombshell Roulette Championship, as well as teaming with the same woman who retained the Bombshell Championship against me. For anyone who knows, this is my second time holding this title since joining Sin City Wrestling. I held it for almost four and a half months, defending it almost every single week. Nothing will keep me from doing it again. Not even this match. I will make sure that when the time comes, what needs to be done will be. When it’s all said and done, my hand WILL be raised at the end of the match, with or without Julianna.

Anything else, I’ll discuss when it’s time. See you all soon Denver.
Xoxo
Alexandra Calaway

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Surprises
Calaway Estate
Dallas, Texas

It’s the morning of Alexandra’s birthday. Waking up early she started making breakfast for her daughter and herself. Knowing that it would just be the two of them for the day. In a way, it was nice to have the time to relax. By the time breakfast was made, her daughter was awake and ready to start the day.

“Happy Birthday!!!” Ashlynn ran into the room, slamming into her mom’s side and hugging her tightly.  Alexandra stopped plating the food and turned to hug her daughter. 

“Well good morning to you too sweetie. And thank you.” She giggled softly, watching as her daughter pulled away.  “Get your adorable self seated, breakfast will be on the table in a few moments.”

“Momma, it’s your special day.” She tilted her head looking up at her mom.

“Yes, but you are still my little girl. Now go sit down.” She finished plating the food and moved to set the plates on the table.

“Thank you momma..”  Ashlynn looked up at her. Just as Alexandra sat her plate down there was a knock at the door.

“Go ahead and get started, I’ll be right there.” She got up and headed towards the front door, looking at the man who was standing there.  In his hands was a large bouquet of flowers, roses from the looks of them. Opening the door she spoke.  “Can I help you?”

“I’m looking for an Alexandra Calaway?”  He looked at her.  “Is that you?”

She nodded. “I am.”

“Happy Birthday..”  He handed them to her before walking back to his car, leaving her there in shock, unsure of what she was looking at. She walked back inside, giving herself a moment to look the roses over before heading back to the kitchen with the roses in hand.

“Wow mom.. Who sent you those?” Ashlynn looked at her mom shocked.

“I don’t know..” She looked for the card, grabbing it, and she sat the flowers on the table.  Opening the card she read it.


Alexandra blushed, which caused her daughter to rush over and look over her shoulder. “Mom.. it’s from LJ.. I told you.. He must really like you.”

“Shush.. You.”  She playfully nudged her daughter, putting the little card back into the envelope and placing it in her pocket. 

Work was definitely going to be interesting when she got to the show.  Taking a moment to breath, she began to have breakfast with her daughter.

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Airport Goodbyes
DFW International
Dallas, Texas

Alexandra stood in the terminal, her eyes focused on the board as her brother and his wife Mika walked up, tapping her shoulder. Alexandra spun around.

“Finally you two are here.  Thanks for taking her this weekend.” She smiled at them and nodded.

“I want to go too mom.” Ashlynn looked very sad. Like she didn't want to let go of her mom.

“I know you do Ash, it’s just.. This could be dangerous.”

“Your last one was far more dangerous.”

“Yes and I was worried about you the whole time, the fact that you had to see that happen. I know what it did to you.”

She looked at her daughter, taking a deep breath, trying to find the words to say to her.  Something about it really bothered her. Knowing her daughter had to see her mother lose the way she did. She may have retained her title, but knowing that the dream of trying for the Bombshell World Title was further from her reach now, how could she put her little girl through seeing that again.

“I promise, you can go with me next week.”

“Okay.  But tell everyone I said hello.” Ashlynn looked up at her.

She took a deep breath.

“If I see them I will.”  She nodded her head.  “Miles and Carter have a pretty big match.  I’m sure they will be spending time together coming up with a way for them to do this without hurting each other.”

“I understand momma. See you on Monday?”  Her daughter ran over and hugged her tightly.

“Of course sweetheart.” She wrapped her arms around her daughter and held her close, closing her eyes and trying to calm them both.

“Come on Ash.  Brianna wants to go to Six Flags.”  Alexandra’s brother Damien stepped closer and put a hand on his niece’s arm.

“Okay Uncle Damien..” She turns back to her mom.  “I love you momma..”

“I love you too Ash.” She took a deep breath and watched as they walked away, before turning and heading to her terminal. This was going to be a long weekend. She was walking into a lion's den and she knew it. It was only a matter of time before Alexandra constantly running so hot, was going to catch up with her. This weekend.. Might just be it.

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Et Tu?
Rocky Mountain National Park
Denver, Colorado

Sitting on a rock, after a nice walk through the Rocky Mountain Park, Alexandra took the time to pause, looking over at the camera crew who had followed her there to get her thoughts on the match she was going to be heading into at Collision Control. Her mind was full of a great many thoughts, but time was drawing close, the sun would be going down soon and it would be too late.

“From the moment this match was announced, the moment that I was informed that Victoria had chosen my opponent for a match and then I was informed that it was to be a two on one, with my tag partner being the very same woman who retained her World Bombshell Championship against me, Julianna DiMaria, I had to ask myself a very serious question. Was I as highly thought of as Victoria had said? You see, the Lyons and I go way back. I used to be a member of the same group as her cousin Alexander. I had his back throughout our entire run with Antithesis. However, when the leader abandoned us, I took up the leader's mantle and continued to keep Alexander and the rest of Antithesis on top in PWS: Apex. And it’s because of that, she chose me for this match, as she says. But I must ask if she truly remembers what I did for him, or if she is simply.. Playing games.”

She took a moment to pause, running her fingers through her hair. She took a deep breath and went back into it, not giving away how she really felt about this match.

“It doesn’t matter if this is just a match for her sick enjoyment or if she spoke the truth. Either way, I can tell you right now. The one who will be standing tall at the end of the night, will be me. You see she failed to realize that while Julianna is forced to be my tag partner for this little, twisted game Victoria is playing, it doesn’t mean that we are going to work well together. You see, Julianna and I, we have a history. During our little fight for the title, she loved to sling as much mud in my direction as she could. Funny how it didn’t have the same effect she wished for. But, it did light a fire, just as my loss to Luna did back in the beginning. You see, even as a veteran, sometimes you find yourself in a slump and it takes just the right ignitor to send you up in flames. I had gotten comfortable, I had gotten complacent. Not anymore. What you all saw during the tournament, that was just a start. We got so close. So close that the taste of victory was right there and we fell short. Focus was lost and the better team won that day. But that’s where it stops. THIS is where it stops.”

She bit her lip, trying to get her anger under control. She needed to keep her focus, she needed to keep her wits about her. Or it would be all for nothing.

“Let me start by saying this, Julianna, you and I, we don’t see eye to eye and to be honest, we don’t need to. We do however need to be on the same page when it comes to this match tonight. I need you to realize that it doesn’t matter what YOU want to happen out there, what Victoria wants to happen, it doesn’t matter what Harper wants to happen out there. What you all need to know is that I will do what must be done to win. I will walk through both you and Harper if that’s what it takes, tag match be damned. I need this win, after the loss at Into The Void, I need to know that this isn’t the end.”

She took another breath, a small beat before she began to speak again.

“As the Bombshell Roulette Champion, I have a target on my back. Something you should remember well yourself from when you were the Bombshell World Champion. You always have to be prepared. We’ve had our issues in the past and I need to know that when the time comes, your focus will be on Harper. Otherwise, you need to step aside and let me finish it for us.”

She took time to pause, knowing all she had left to say was directly for Harper Mason to hear, this was something the young talent needed to hear. This was Alexandra’s job as the veteran, to give the upcomer the knowledge she could impart to her. Win or lose, this was always the way it was supposed to be.

“Harper, you are the young gun in this match and I know for a fact that your mind is racing with the what ifs. But you need to focus. You are going to be in the ring with the former Bombshell World Champion and the Current Bombshell Roulette Champion, who’s on her second run. You came in hot, after I took out Jessie. I never made the challenge or the decision for her to retire, nor was it my goal to make that happen. She made that decision for herself and I will not be the one who is accused of it. Jessie was one of my favorite opponents, but from what I’ve heard, she’s doing well for herself.”

She paused, looking away for a moment, before licking her lips and starting again.

“Harper, you have all the talent needed to make it in this industry. To truly be a star, but you need to show that you can take on anyone in that ring, be it one, two or three opponents. You have to be willing to face the storm that is coming for you, from every direction. Championship or no championship. When it comes down to it and you have accomplished that. It won’t matter who was in that ring, it will only matter that YOU did what needed to be done. If you can do that, then what do you have to truly fear?”

Alexandra let that set in for a few moments, knowing that it’s not always an easy thing to hear. But it was what Harper needed to hear. This was what was needed to make a champion and one day she knew that Harper would be the Bombshell World Champion, just, not yet.

“Harper, it’s okay to fear this whole match. It’s okay to feel like it’s not fair. But just think of the story you can tell if you beat us. You beat a former Bombshell World Champion and the current reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion, they’ll have to pay attention to you. But the real question here is this my dear. Can you?”

She takes a moment to chuckle softly, her gaze on the camera still.

“No. You cannot. Between you and I, you might have been able to do it one on one. With just Julianna or just me on a good day. But today isn’t it. You have to face both of us and you can’t. I don’t plan on going down unless you completely knock me out. That’s what it is going to take and tell me, do you have it in you?”

She shook her head.  “No I don’t think you do Harper. But I’ll tell you what. Show me you deserve it and maybe just maybe, soon you and I will go one on one for my Bombshell Roulette Championship. See you out there.”

With that, Alexandra gets up and walks off towards the trail as the scene fades to black.